Shorts (Literally. Maybe Even Coming Off.)

Spring Break 6

Five minutes later Saul's mother came upstairs to call them for dinner. "Hey Mom, can we just eat up here and watch tv?" Saul asked.

"Sure honey. I know you all are growing boys so a made a pan of lasagna just for you. Eat it all up now. I know it's your favorite."

She left and the three boys stared at the steaming pan of lasagna sitting in the middle of the room. It was true, lasagna was their favorite.

"I think I'm gonna pass tonight," Max said finally. "My stomach's not really feeling up to it." For him this was fairly normal and they knew he wasn't tip top so this was normal.

"I'm not really hungry," Saul stated, hoping no one would question it. "Gotta keep up my girlish figure." He laughed a little but no one else did so he trailed off.

The two skinny boys turned toward Carlos. "I suppose you expect me to eat your portions?" Carlos sighed.

"We don't wanna make her mad," Saul pleaded.

"And we didn't eat any of the snack she made for us earlier," Max put in.

"I know," Carlos complained. "It's in here."

Saul poked his friend's gut. "You still have room in there, I can tell."

Max snapped his fingers. "Treat it like one of those challenges you do. This can be your biggest one yet."

They gave him puppy dog eyes. The lasagna smelled really good, it was one of his favorite foods, and he needed to keep Saul's mom on his good side. He was already not feeling good, why not make himself miserable. "Fine."

He picked up the lasagna and started shoveling it in.

20 minutes later

Carlos lifted his face away from the pan, panting. "Are you sure you two don't want any?" His eyes pleaded with them. He wasn't sure how much more he'd be able to handle and didn't want to make a mess at someone else's house. There were only two servings left anyway. The least they could do was help him out a little.

Saul and Max looked at each other. after their bathroom visits, things seemed almost normal inside them. Other than feeling like they'd been put through a juicer they were relatively fine. However Max didn't like lasagna with meat in it and Saul was very wary of swallowing anything at the moment.

"Yes," they nodded.

Carlos groaned. He leaned back, trying to make room for the huge belly that was now filling his lap. He had abandoned all pretense of decorum and sat on the floor in his boxers. At first he had tried to use his shirt to cover up but that was a lost cause. Carlos pressed his hands into the side of his belly. There was almost no give. He really didn't have much room left.

Just then, Saul's mom called up the stairs,"You boys almost finished? I'll take the pan when you're done."

"Soon, Mom," Saul replied.

Max turned to Carlos. "We don't have much time. You've gotta hurry up."

"I don't know if I can eat anymore," Carlos said, running a hand over the taught skin on his stomach.

"Please?" Saul begged. "We'll help you."

"Help m-?" Carlos was cut off in the middle of his sentence as a bite was shoved into his mouth by Saul. "Hey!" He tried to say angrily, but more food just entered his speaking hole. He attempted trying to keep his mouth shut but Max plugged his nose and held him down while Saul force fed him till everything was gone.

Carlos sat up, gasping for air. "So not fair. Owwww!" He whined, then covered his mouth, blushing.

"Awwww. Does somebody have a belly ache?" Max cooed.

Carlos thought about denying it but decided that would be too much work. Cramps like this weren't something he'd experienced in a while. Then again, he hadn't overdone it quite this much in a while either.

"Fuck yes!" He moaned, and leaned into Max, who was still sitting behind him.

"I bet we can help with that too," Saul said mischievously.

"Oh no, not more helping." Carlos attempted to scramble away from the boys but he was too full to move, so he resigned himself to a terrible fate.

Instead, he felt soft hands gently caressing the globe of his belly. It felt good. Like, really really good.

"That's amazing," he breathed.

"Thanks. I had a good teacher." Saul glanced at Max.

"Your mom always makes too much food." Max winked, as he ran his fingers through Carlos' hair.