Holy Scomiche: The Second Helping

Valentine

Vote for thicc Mitch.
Btw... Mitch had Nikki Minaj's body type... yeah.
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Mitch sighed as he continued to poke his stomach , half naked, in front of the full body mirror in he and Scott's shared  bedroom.
"Why are you so fucking fat? Look at you? You look like the Pillsbury doughboy with an inflated ass. God!" He continued to roast himself.

He never does this when Scott's is home. Scott would never allow him to shake himself. Scott was currently out gathering something's for Valentine's Day.

Mitch continued to poke and prod the small flab that he had on his body.
"I don't et what Scott sees. I'm such a cow." He started to tear up. He sighed and looked under his bed to find the waist trainer he bought in secret.

He put it on and gave a sad smile and he ran his hands down his sides, resting them loosely on his waist.
"Beautiful."

"Take it off." He heard a deep voice at the door. He gasped and turned to see Scott with an emotionless face, his eyes darker than sapphires.

"S-Scott? When d-did you-"
"Don't make me repeat myself." Scott said coldly.

Mitch sighed and reached behind to undo the waist trainer and toss it on the bed, looking down with a pout.

Scott walked up to Mitch and held up his chin, looking deep into his eyes.
"Why?"
"Why what?"
"Why are you doing this to yourself?" Scott asked with an angered voice, trying to contain the disappointment and frustration.

Mitch started to tear up and bit the inside of his mouth.
"Because."
"Because isn't a fucking answer!" Scott shouted. Mitch flinched a little and whimpered, turning around and frowning in the mirror.

He rubbed his stomach and looked at himself in the mirror.
"Because I just want to be perfect for you. I always see everyone with a perfect body and their partners are so happy. Then, I see myself. I see a cow who isn't wanted." Mitch said as tears started to build up.

Scott wrapped his arms around Mitch from behind and placed his hands over Mitch's small ones.
"That's not true. Sure, other people you hang around have slimmer bodies. That doesn't mean you aren't wanted. That means you add diversity. You are unique and so is your perfect body. I don't want to hear anymore of this fat nonsense." He whispered in Mitch's ear.
"But I am-"

Mitch was cut off by Scott picking him up with no effort and setting him on the bed, getting between his leg as and lifting up his right leg.

"You're body is perfect." Scott said, kissing Mitch's ankle. Mitch shuddered and gently gripped the bed sheets.

"S-Scott?" Mitch asked. Scott simply trailed tiny, passionate kisses down Mitch's legs and got closer to his inner thighs.
"Your thighs as beautiful." He complimented as he gave it a soft nibble. Mitch bit his plump lips as he held back a moan.

Scott continued to trail kisses, giving a special kiss to the bulge in Mitch's lace panties.

Mitch gripped the sheets a little harder.

Scott continued his journey around Mitch's body, kisses his stomach and sides. As he kissed, his hands slowly rubbed Mitch's legs and sides.

Mitch let out a soft moan as Scott reached his neck, sucking and nibbling until his collarbones and neck were covered in hickeys.

Scott smirked as he kissed Mitch's blushing cheeks before placing a long, passionate one on his lips.

Mitch moaned as Scott's fingers danced across his hips and stomach, enjoying the sensual feeling.