Over the next two weeks, J.D alternated between worrying about his weight and stuffing his face with food. With Turk and Carla away, Elliot basically moved in, and like before, he found he just couldn't control his appetite when she was around. He would come home from the hospital tired and hungry, to find Elliot had thoughtfully ordered some takeout for dinner, and had also picked up something sweet for dessert. He would go to bed stuffed, and when he woke up, found breakfast waiting for him, Elliot having gotten up early. Work would be a brief respite, but as the days passed, he found himself slotting coins into the vending machines, or sneaking muffins from the nurses' station. Soon he was eating larger and larger portions, and his weight kept creeping up.
But J.D reassured himself with the fact that Elliot hadn't even seemed to notice. Even on Thursday, when they went to the cinema and J.D ate an entire extra-large buttery popcorn, two hotdogs, nachos and a box of Milk Duds, as well as most of Elliot's Twizzlers. She even suggested going to an Chinese Buffet after the movie was over. And she didn't say anything during their picnic on Sunday, when J.D polished off almost an entire roast chicken, a dozen egg salad sandwiches and one and a half apple pies.
It wasn't like he was trying to be unhealthy. He had upped his vitamin intake, and he always meant to go running, but Elliot always reminded him of plans they had made together, or was 'suddenly in the mood'. Even on Wednesday, two days before Turk and Carla's return, he had finally had the chance to go running, but he could only find one of his trainers. And when he was looking for the other one under the bed, he found a large box of fudge that must have gotten misplaced down there last Christmas... Two hours later he had finished off the fudge, and was telling himself he really needed to work out now. Then Elliot arrived home with some Mexican food.
***
J.D kissed his way down Elliot's neck as she writhed beneath him, down on to her bare breast, pausing momentarily to suck on her nipple. He continued down, over her flat stomach, while his hands gently tugged down her white lacy underwear. Finally, he reached it, and took his first taste. It was sweet as chocolate. And then suddenly it was chocolate. Elliot's white skin was now a milky chocolate brown, from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. As he licked and licked, J.D found that she was delicious, the best thing he'd ever tasted. Elliot moaned in ecstasy, her fingers curling into the bed sheets and leaving chocolate stains behind. J.D couldn't restrain himself any longer and took a bite. Elliot didn't seem to mind, in fact she only moaned louder. J.D chewed and swallowed, taking another, even larger bite. He worked his way up her stomach, licking out her belly button, gnawing on her nipples, taking a love bite out of her neck, then kissing her lips, and feeling them melt beneath his...
"J.D, wake up, Turk and Carla's flight lands in an hour."
J.D's eyes snapped open, and he saw Elliot looking down at him, already dressed in a white summer dress. He rubbed his eyes and got up clumsily, the last vestiges of his dream still clouding his head, as he looked for his clothes. As he dressed, his added poundage was fairly evident. As he bent over to grab some socks, his butt bulged outwards and his boxers rode down, revealing his butt-crack. His chest was a lot flabbier, and could easily be called man boobs, which jiggled slightly as he struggled to pull his pants up over his rounding buttocks. The biggest change was his stomach. Once flat, he now possessed a large belly, about the size of a basketball. He pulled on a t-shirt, and it only fell to slightly below his belly button, leaving a small lower portion of his stomach exposed. He pulled at it, almost subconsciously, but it only rode straight back up. He bent over (difficult with his new gut) and slipped on his shoes.
He walked out into the living room and sat on the couch. He heard the jingling of keys, and saw Elliot standing by the door, waiting for him.
"No breakfast?" he asked.
Elliot smiled and put on her sunglasses. "We'll get something on the way."
***
"Carla, over here!"
They had arrived at the airport, and after waiting twenty minutes in the arrivals area, just as J.D was beginning to look around for something to eat, Elliot spotted their friends pushing a luggage trolley.
"Turk!" J.D cried out, running to hug his best friend.
"J.D!" he heard in reply, as he was pulled into a bear hug. A massive bear hug. A much bigger bear hug than he remembered...
As he stepped back, he saw he wasn't the only one who had put on a little weight. Turk was sporting a belly, about half the size of J.D's, and his face was a little chubbier too. As he leaned over to hug Elliot hello, J.D saw that Turk's ass had taken most of the extra pounds, and his shorts were so tight it was easy to see that each butt cheek was about the size of a volleyball. J.D was chubby, leaning towards fat, with a big belly, while Turk was kind of bigger all over, with an emphasis on ass. While the two friends took each other in, there was a kind of awkward pause.
Elliot and Carla did their best to fill it. "How was the honeymoon?" Elliot began.
"Oh it was amazing, the beach, the room, the scenery, everything was beautiful."
Another little bit of silence.
Elliot played her ace. "And the food?"
This snapped both Turk and J.D out of it. "Man, the food was amazing, I'm talking shrimp and steak every night!" Turk said exuberantly.
"Nice, and dessert?" J.D asked excitedly.
"Two words man," Turk grinned, "Dessert cart."
The awkwardness forgotten, the two friends chatted away for five minutes straight about the meals they had eaten over the past two weeks. Suddenly, food was just another thing they had in common."
Carla interrupted them. "Elliot and I are going to get some coffee, maybe you boys want to get some food?"
Turk had eaten two dinners, half of Carla's and a giant Toblerone on the flight, and J.D had made Elliot stop for cheeseburgers on the way, but talking about food was enough to get their motors running and their mouths watering.
"There's a KFC in the food court." Elliot suggested, and like that they were gone. Carla and Elliot laughed, and taking the trolley, went to get a coffee and 'catch up.'
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