This choice: Miranda at the gym and Mark at the buffet • Go Back...Chapter #6Miranda at the gym and Mark at the buffet by: Unknown Mark was awoken the next morning by a dull pang of pain in his abdomen. Beginning just next to his kidney, it gurgled its way across his belly.
"Ooohhhh," he moaned groggily, lifting a hand to his head. "I never shoulda eaten that last pizza." Still half asleep he reached down and gingerly rubbed his gut with his other hand. It echoed his groan with a gowl.
Mark frowned.
A growl?
Shuffling his neck up against the pillow, the uncomfortable student pushed back the duvet and considered his naked stomach, its domed surface moving up and down gently as he breathed.
No surprise there, reflected Mark with a guilty blush. What the hell had gotten into him last night? Apart from multiple deep-pan cheese pizzas with extra toppings, of course - not to mention a vending-machine's worth of chocolate. It certainly wasn't hunger that was giving her belly such a substantial morning bloat, that was for sure!
And yet...
Still gazing at his middle, Mark realised, much to his confusion, that he was hungry... Very hungry. His belly gave a whinging, almost sarcastic burble, as if mocking him for only just realising the obvious truth it had been alerting him too all morning. He gave it a soothing pat. Why the hell was he so famished all of a sudden? Was he going through some sort of growth spurt?
Mark's ponderings were cut short by another spasm in his belly. More violent then the previous one, it made him arch his back and groan in pain.
No, not pain. Hunger. Mark shook his head. It was impossible to think on an empty stomach. He'd figure out what was going on later. Right now, he needed to eat.
Blinking away the crusts of sleep, he turned to his side. Miranda had seemed pretty eager to bring him pizza last night. Perhaps he could sweet talk her into popping out for some breakfast, too. Despite his stomach's urgent calls, he really didn't feel like moving himself; and... well... she did say she'd do it again.
But when the sleep cleared from his eyes, Mark saw that there was no Miranda next to him. Instead...
He blinked several times, shook his head, and rubbed his eyes, hardly able to believe what he saw.
There on the other side of the bed, where his girlfriend should have been, were three stacked boxes of Krispie Kreme donuts. And propped up against them was a note.
Opening the top box and fishing for a donut, Mark unfolded the message.
"Good morning, sexy! (If it is still morning, that is!) Your stomach was growling so loudly when I woke up that I thought I'd continue my stint as girlfriend of the year by getting you a little snack. The canteen wasn't open yet, so I popped out for these. Never let it be said I don't take care of my man!! Anyway, enjoy. Back soon. Kisses ~ Miranda. x"
Mark had eaten three donuts by the time he finished the note. Crumpling it, he shook his head in awe. Miranda sure was a keeper! For a moment he wondered where she'd gone - then a prompting grumble from his belly brought his mind back to the task at hand.
Leaning back with a smile, he pulled the box onto his chest and reached in gleefully with both hands.
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Mark had just finished the third box and was sucking icing off his fingers when Miranda burst through the door.
Once again she was clad in skintight lycra exercise gear (albeit a different outfit from the one she'd worn the previous night, which was soaked through with sweat after her impromptu late-night jogging session). And from the huffing of her breath and heaving of her boobs it was clear she'd been running again this morning. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and her bright eyes bulged when she entered through the door, a strange half-smile playing on her lips.
All this, however, barely registered on Mark, who was staring single-mindedly at the bag clasped in her right hand.
"Is that... Haagen Dazs?" He said excitedly.
Laughing, Miranda sauntered over to the bed. "Yep. All for you, my man," she said leaning forward so that her ample mocha cleavage was nearly touching his face. Depositing the bag on his bare chest, she planted a kiss on his lips and a hand on his stomach.
"Thought you could use a little dessert," she purred, rubbing her fingers over his belly button, her boobs undulating centimeters before his eyes as she marvelled at how full it was. "I wasn't sure which you preferred, so I got two flavors - cookie dough and double choc. Hope that's okay."
Mark's reaction left no room for doubt that it was. As he dug into the first ice cream tub - cookie dough - Miranda stood back, smiling in delight.
She had expected - hoped, even - to come in and find that her boyfriend had eaten two, maybe even three donuts. Four at a push. Never in her wildest imaginings had she expected him to bulldoze his way through three entire boxes! Granted she'd decided to do another two laps of the campus on her way back, but still, that was over thirty fat, cream-filled donuts!
Why he was so ravenous all of a sudden, Miranda had no idea. But she wasn't complaining. There was something strangely sexy about watching her handsome Mark stuff himself like a starved wolf. Even now, as he ploughed his spoon in for another huge scoon of cookie dough ice cream she could feel the heat building between her legs. Her eyes scanned down from her boyfriend's slurping mouth to his belly, bulging firmly with its huge payload of sugar and dough. It was just so gorgeously round, full and plump - quivering with the greedy aggression of his eating, as he filled it further with the cool calorific treat.
Miranda shivered in lust. There was only one thing for it.
"munch Where are urp you going?" Mark frowned at her through full cheeks, tossing aside the empty tub and reaching for another.
His girlfriend stopped in the doorway and looked over her shoulder with a smile. "The gym, of course! That run to the shops was just a warm up. Time for a proper workout now! Don't eat that too fast. You'll get brainfreeze."
Blowing him a kiss, Miranda pressed a few buttosn on her phone, which was now mounted on her arm to measure the disance of her runs, and jogged out of the door, her curvy bum bouncing lightly.
Grunting approvingly at the sight, Mark dug his spoon deep into the container... And hit cardboard. Empty already? But he was still hungry!
She must've got baby-sized tubs, he thought, tossing the container away in annoyance. He was just about to pick up his phone and call Miranda to see if she could bring him back some candy and chips from the vending machines before heading to the gym when he was distracted by the beeping of his alarm..
He looked to the side. The readout said, in large red letters that it was 9.00am.
Mark's eyes lit up. Perfect! The buffet would just have opened!
Swinging his legs over the side of the bed, he jumped to his feet - grabbing for the bedside table as he rocked forward unexpectedly, the extra weight of his food-loaded belly almost causing him to overbalance. Quickly throwing on a pair of slacks and a t-shirt, he padded hurridly towards the door, pushing his feet into his shoes as he went.
Time for a proper breakfast!
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It was a huffing, and somewhat purple-faced Mark that arrived at the canteen doors a few minutes later. Wheezing, he took a moment to catch his breath - and to rip another large chunk of chocolate off the giant Yorkie bar he'd had the presence of mind to acquire at the vending machine down the hall, as he'd made a much needed pit stop. Munching and panting, Mark stood still for a moment. For some reason he was really tired this morning. The three hundred meters or so between his dorn and the dining hall had really left him winded!
But it was worth it. Sure, the canteen was always pretty empty around this time of morning, but he hadn't wanted to take any chances. The awful thought that there might not be enough bacon left had given him wings.
Popping in the remaining chunk of his chocolate bar, the hungry student dusted his hand and threw open the canteen doors excitedly.
And gasped in shock.
The canteen was full! Or near enough full. Mark couldn't believe his eyes. Bed-headed males students, most still in pyjamas, roved around the hall, almost bumping into one another as they carried full trays of breakfast foods to their seats and empty ones back to the hatches. The wide hall tables covered with plates and trays overflowing with bacon, sausages, waffles, pancakes and more. The room resonated with the clink of cutlerly and the sounds of munching and slurping. Worst of all, there was a long, winding queue of fidgeting, impatient looking male students to the serving counters, sticking out almost to the door.
Mark blinked a few times in disbelief. It was as if the campus's entire male population had decided to take breakfast at the same time.
Sighing in resignation, he joined the end of the queue, fishing into his pocket as he did so and producing bag of chips.
Good job he'd stocked up on candy and chips at the vending machines!   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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