The next morning was a Saturday and Zack rolled over in bed, his eyes gently blinking open. Tony's ice-cream, which he had shovelled into himself the previous day, was settled heavily in the bottom of his belly. But, despite this, he felt ravenous.
With Carey on a tour, she had asked Kurt to splash out on a personal refrigerator for Zack and Cody so they wouldn't starve while she was gone; he had done this, and now a fridge stood on the left side of each bed.
Zack sat up, his potbelly flopping over the waistband of his pants. He'd always been a bigger child and the bigger of the two twins; his size didn't really concern him. He was still quick - not as quick as Cody, but quick nonetheless - at running, and stronger than Cody's weak frame too. Besides, Coach said that the extra pounds Zack carried help his offence in Basketball. This was fine with Zack, as it meant he didn't have to diet, unlike some of the chubbier members of the team, who's weight slowed them down.
His belly rumbled; he put a hand to it and then reached over to the fridge, his belly curving into a slight roll on his sides. He opened the fridge, pulled out the food, and ate until the rumbling in his plump belly stopped... two hours later.
His belly had inflated a little, just enough to contain the food, and the button on his briefs was straining a little. He looked over to the alarm clock; 9:00am. With summer vacation having started the previous day he and Cody could lay in, but in an half-an-hours' time they had to be at Tony's for work.
He got up, his big, jiggly belly wobbling freely over his pants, and made his way to Cody's bed. Cody was snoozing gently in the bed. Zack leaned down and gave Cody a shake.
"Code? We've got work in half-an-hour. You need to get up!"
"What?" grumbled Cody, sitting up and rubbing his eyes. Then, when his vision finally came to him, the first thing he got a view of was Zack's belly.
"We've got work in half-an-hours' time," said Zack, "You need to get dressed."
"Mmm, k," he said and got up.
Zack plodded away, bending down at the pile of clothing on the floor; his love handles wobbled over the edge of his pants.
Cody picked up his own pants and easily put them on; as he reached over for a shirt, he caught sight of Zack.
That's odd, he thought Zack's always been chubby, but he looks chubbier than usual.
Zack huffed and puffed and pulled, the button of his trousers finally meeting over his potbelly. Slipping on a shirt, which clung to his rotund middle, he walked to Cody, said "Let's go," and waited for Cody to put on his shirt.
"Yeah," agreed Cody, "Let's go,"
"I feel particcularly hungry this morning."
"You're always hungry, Zack,"
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