"Ive got it under control, Josh, promise".
Ever since the incident, Tyler's never been the same. Josh knows exactly what's best for him.
Sequel to 'Joshler/Gay'
Some inspiration has been drawn from the Netflix original 'To The Bone'
Tyler's pov: I still taste the chocolate pudding in my mouth from yesterday. I've brushed my teeth so hard that I need to get a new toothbrush. I'm still passively mad at Josh for force feeding me food. I walk back into the bedroom from the bathroom and I catch a glimpse of myself in the wardrobe mirror. I stop and just stare at my frame. Different angles just show more things I pick out; my large thighs, my out of proportion arms, my stomach...
"Daddy..." he looks up from our bed sheets. "Ah-yes, baby?". I turn to the mirror, turning to see my stomach and legs. "Are my thighs thick?" he smiles, "They're pudgy, just how I like them" he snakes his arms round my waist, rubbing himself against me whilst leaving soft, wet kisses on my neck.
"Mhm-but seriously, Josh" I push him off me. "Do you not think that I'm a little...fat?" his brows furrow but he looks me up and down. "No, of course you don't!" of course you do, he's your boyfriend, he has to say that. With a kind yet fake smile, I creep back under the sheets and I turn away from Josh. Why am I only just noticing how atrocious my body is? It's so abnormal. I slide out from the sheets and I grab one of my pyjama shirts from the cupboard and I pull it begrudgingly over my head to plaster up my frame.
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"Sugar," I feel Josh leaning over to me because his breath tickles my neck. "Why're you so quiet?" I feel his arm rest on my pillow and he leans over me slightly. I shake my head but I don't think that was a good enough answer because he makes me look at him by directing my eyes to him. "Nothing, I'm just feeling sleepy today" I lie. I sit Lola on top of the sheets and I stroke it's soft ears. "Sure there's nothing you have on your mind?" his larger hand reaches over and rubs my temple. I gratefully smile for my handsome partner I have, and I nod.
Staying in bed won't make you lose any of those pounds, get up. "Do you want a coffee? Il make you breakfast in bed..." I jump out of the warmth of the bed and I slip on some fluffy socks so my feet don't get cold round the house. "Aww, sweetheart, that would be amazing!" He coo's and pouts at me from across the thick covers that look so inviting. I wish I could stay in bed with Josh, but that won't make my thighs any smaller.
Whilst I'm preparing Josh's breakfast, I jog on the spot. When my hands are free, I do a burpee. I'm running round the kitchen, turning on different appliances to get his breakfast made. I grab two eggs and I crack them in the pan that is coated with thick oil. They spit and crackle and bubble round the edges and the white trickle round the pan. Gross, Il stick to protein that isn't fried with tonnes of grease. The air of the kitchen thickens and becomes so greasy, it feels like a cheap café. And the mixture of smells of coffee, eggs, bacon makes my stomach flip. I couldn't imagine eating all this food now.
In the short 50 minutes I had left Josh, he fell back asleep. Unbelievable! "Wakey wakey, eggs and bakey!" I whisper as I tip toe round his side of the bed. He slowly sits up, rubbing at his eyes. When he sees my instagram worthy meal set up, he gasps in amazement and I can't help but grin to myself. "Wow, Tyler! Maybe I will let you start using the kitchen more, jee".
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