That afternoon, J.D passed as much work as he could off on his interns before retiring to the on-call room, where he planned to sleep off his massive meal. Finding the quietest corner he could, he slipped beneath the sheets and massaged his bloated belly until he fell asleep.
When he woke up a few hours later he was surprised to find Elliot sitting at the end of the bed, with two cups of coffee and a bag of donuts.
"Well good morning sleepyhead!" she said cheerily, as J.D sat up, feeling groggy.
"I brought you a little snack." she continued, handing him a coffee and shaking the bag.
He sipped his coffee and began to make excuses, "Thanks, Elliot but...", but it felt like the caffeine had awoken his appetite as well as perking him up.
He reached into the bag and grabbed a pastry, covered in thick pink frosting. He took a large bite, and as the jelly dripped down his chin Elliot couldn't help but smile.
"So, what do you want to do tonight?" Elliot asked, as J.D took a second donut from the bag.
"Um..." J.D hesitated. He was embarrassed about pigging out in front of Elliot, but he couldn't seem to help it when she was around. Still, he didn't want to hurt her feelings.
"Um... What?"
"Well... I thought I'd just hang out at home tonight." he said finally.
"Oh... Cool." Elliot replied.
Relieved, J.D took a third donut before offering the bag to Elliot. She smiled and declined.
"No thanks, I can't eat carbs after five."
J.D shrugged and finished off the remaining donuts himself. When he had licked the last crumb from his fingers Elliot leaned over and planted a kiss on his sugar stained lips.
He pulled her closer and they began to make out. As they fell back on to the bed, J.D slipped his hands down on to Elliot's butt, and was surprised to find her hands rubbing his swollen belly. Before he could really consider this, however, Elliot's pager went off and she had to dash out, leaving him confused and alone.
"What was that?" he wondered, "She must have been trying to feel how big it was. I have kind of been overdoing it lately."
He lifted up his shirt and took a look for himself. It had gone down since lunch, but it was still fairly noticeable. He poked it, feeling the rigidness from the food, although there was a slight layer of flab.
Suddenly his watch beeped, informing him his shift was over and, finally he could go home.
***
J.D's drive home was fairly uneventful. He'd been tempted to stop at a drive-thru, as the donuts hadn't quite filled him up, but one look down at his straining pants buttons convinced him it wasn't a good idea. By the time he got back to the apartment he shared with Carla and Turk, it was a little after seven o'clock. With his friends away on their honeymoon, he was looking forward to having the place to himself.
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