Scout stares with a different sort of hunger as Heavy eats his meal, those dammed sandviches were making him lose his mind, the way the fat around his torso moves during battle, how he doesnt care about showing it off or not with his health being as good as it is; the bostonian could feel his thoughts drift away to preparing extra and making Heavy it those too, sitting in his lap and making the russian forget how much he had eaten already, even enjoying it as the larger hands went around his own flat stomach and a swear came out, knowing Heavy was reprimending him for not eating enough, he needed to be healthier.
His damn pants were tight agaisnt the bulge in them
The day he saw Demo's proper beer belly out and about, no uniform covwring it he felt like he was drooling, he already had drunk nights with the scottish, he could just use them to drink just like him, to get his own belly too, feel the alcohol slushing in his stomach..
He never quite imagined jerking off to getting fat
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