"I'd love to get you a pizza!" Miranda shouted enthusiastically.
Mark for his part was stunned by this, stunned enough to even forget the hunger tearing through his belly right about now. "Are you sure?" He asked. "I could probably just grab a late night bus and get the pizza myself. There's no need."
Miranda laughed, "Oh come on , it's the twenty first century, Mark! What kind of girlfriend would I be if I didn't do things for you once in a while. I mean I owe you after all the things you do for me. You get my books when I forget them, you help me study"
Mark was about to protest when the hunger suddenly reared its ugly head. Last time he'd been this hungry he'd run a marathon on an empty stomach on a dare. Wincing, he clutched his belly which felt just the slightest bit pudgier. "yeah, that's great. My wallet is on the kitchen counter."
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Miranda had been gone for about five minutes and the hunger was driving Mark crazy. It was like a wild animal had taken over his body and he just wanted to just eat for days. Groaning, he nearly doubled over, ravenous.
The insane hunger suddenly jogged his memory. There was a jumbo bag of pork rinds in their closet. Miranda couldn't stand the smell of them so he'd just put them away after buying them on a whim. The salty, fatty snacks should have been relatively good to eat even after a month.
When he ripped open the bag and started inhaling the pork rinds, his tastebuds just exploded with flavor. It was like his sense of taste had climbed to a new height. It was probably nothing and he continued to gorge himself. In no time it felt like the jumbo bag was gone and even though he was vaguely aware of being sort of filled, he still wasn't satisfied. Worse yet, the hunger was coming back, stronger ever.
"The hell!" he cursed. Luckily he still had some change in his backpack. he could definitely get some snacks from the nearby vending machines.
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Mark awoke from what could only be described as a feeding frenzy. About ten chocolate bar wrappers and three chip bags lay scattered around him. His belly hurt and he could hardly explain why he was still hungry after all of that.
That was when a sweating, huffing Miranda charged through the front door carrying four pizza boxes. "I got pizza! Don't worry about the expenses, I used your money, not mine."
Urrrp!
Mark belched and gaped at his girlfriend, sweat dripped down her mocha cleavage and her shirt was starting to cling to her not inconsiderable curves. He'd never seen her smile so wide. "Did you run all the way downtown?" He asked.
"Yup! I had adrenaline to burn and this real need to exercise. Don't worry about me though, I had something to eat on the way back; grabbed a vegetarian subway for myself. Pizza is for you, my man."
Mark nodded, preemptively undoing the top button of his jeans. "Thanks, Miranda. I owe you now." And he was grateful, she'd saved him from some of the worst hunger pains in his life.
"I'm going to go shower, I didn't mind doing it. I'd do it again."
Thus mark was left with his pizza. He tore into it like no tomorrow.
Meanwhile in the shower room, Miranda was getting that energy again. She hadn't eaten all that much today, but after sprinting ten miles there and back to the pizza place she should have felt dead. She didn't she felt powerful. It was like she had some kind of spring inside her that never wound down.
Stripping down to her birthday suit, she got into pushup position on the bathroom floor. She had a good body, sexy even but it was nothing to write home about. She had curves but she wasn't model hot and she wasn't exactly athletic. She always saw herself as middle of the road woman bod. Mark saw her as a goddess, he told her as much during their lovemaking and he never stopped telling her how beautiful she was. She dind't see what he saw but she welcomed the priase.
But now doing pushups after an insane run, she started to feel beautiful. Her muscles burned with the effort but eventually she lost count of how many she was doing. Every single tendon and muscle in her body pulsed as blood rushed to fill her skyrocketing oxygen needs. Veins pulsed as she willed her body to keep plank straight.
Like Mark's binge, it was instinctual and without any kind of precursor. After about two hundred pushups, Miranda got up weakly and just let the shower's hot water wash away the sweat.
She'd never been much of an exercise nut, but when her muscles burned like that it was like having an orgasm. She giggled to herself at how absurd that sounded.
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The couple cuddled in bed together, keeping silent and content. Though exhausted in their own way, they kept rubbing each other's bodies tenderly. Miranda in paticular was busy rubbing Mark's belly. he needed it after devouring three large pizzas with extra toppings. Honestly the bulge forming there was kind of turning her on.
Likewise Mark ran his hand over Miranda's legs and abs. He could feel something, a certain hardness that wasn't there before. He'd never been drawn to muscular women before but something about Miranda's tense muscles felt so sexy.
When they woke up in the morning, Mark's hunger had gotten worse and Miranda's need to exercise had only increased.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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