Would you like Dessert?

⇠Homestretch⇢

The following weeks seemed to pass by in a blur. Drake was too invested in work to pay too much attention to the younger male, but if he had to be honest, it gave Simon a chance to breathe. The chubbier male ordered room service whenever he could; of course, he had to make sure Butch wouldn't escape again, which made the feline even more upset as he scratched the front door. Simon glanced up from his book, rolling his eyes at the cat. "After what you pulled a few weeks ago, you're lucky I am even letting you out of your carrier." He commented with a smirk. The feline responded with a sad meow, followed by a soft huff, before flicking its tail into the air and walking toward the bed. "We'll be home soon, Butch, then you can wander around your cattio all you want." Simon sighed. The younger male paused, snapping his book closed as he glanced down at the ring on his finger. Soon, he'd have to leave Drake. 

Simon wasn't sure how to feel about the thought of leaving Drake. The older male told him to wait, but he wasn't even sure where they stood anymore. The younger male forgave him, but he was still unsure; if Drake's co-worker knew about them, how many more people knew about them? Simon shook the thoughts to the back of his head, sliding towards the edge of the bed, and stood, watching the sizeable pale orb bounce slightly and chewing the inside of his lip, pawing at his stomach for a few minutes before walking toward the bathroom. Simon wanted to keep his weight a surprise until after the trip, but anxiety was bubbling in his chest. Half of him wanted to know and maybe tease the older male about it, while the other half was nervous. He wasn't sure if he was ready to face how much he gained because of the older male. 

Flicking on the light, Simon walked into the porcelain bathroom, scanning the small shower that was unfortunately used more as a junk area when it was not used. Crouching down, Simon pulled the metal scale from underneath the sink and stared at it for a long moment before sighing and slowly standing. Swallowing thickly, the younger male cautiously stepped on the metal scale, wincing as it made a bending sound. The younger male watched the little screen blink a few times before revealing the number. The world seemed to freeze as Sumon stepped backward, ignoring the scale's loud clattering sound. 410. 

Simon stared at himself in the mirror, gently rubbing the over-stretched button on his new sweater, revealing the tight white t-shirt underneath. The younger male bit down on his lip until he tasted blood, bringing his hands down to his lower belly, noting if he moved just the right way, his shirt would roll up, revealing his belly button. The younger male found himself walking back into the bedroom, sitting down on the edge of the bed while the curve of his stomach pressed against his large moobs, the giant beach ball orb taking up his lap pushed against the metal button of his new jeans as they creaked lowly. Simon knew if he ate another hearty meal, the buttons would most likely pop, which sent another wave of mixed emotions through the male. The chubby male scooped up his phone from the nightstand next to him, checking the time, then sighed; Drake wouldn't be off for another hour. That gave him plenty of time to prep, though. He and Drake were supposed to meet after work to talk more, but Simon was tired of talking. He wanted to tease the older male this time and be the one to watch the older male break just from Simon's touch.  

The younger male started by ordering too much room service; once called, Simon changed into a too-tight outfit that barely hung on when he sat down; he could feel a tear forming on the side of his sweater, which made him even more excited. Once the food was delivered to the room, the younger male gently shooed what feline into the bathroom, snapping his head toward the door as the handle turned. As Drake slowly entered the room, Simon quickly dashed toward the bed, staring at the large food arrangement. "W-What's this?" He stammered. 

Simon inhaled, "I know; I promised we would talk, but I thought we could skip that part and do something different." He answered, picking at his fingers.