Peter awoke when he heard an earthshaking sneeze from Aaron. His eyes shot open and he saw a cloud of fine dust poof up into the air. "You okay, Aaron?" he asked.
The blonde wiped his nose with the back of this hand. "Yeah, it's just this place is super dusty. We should probably clean up a bit."
"Oh, come on..." whined the younger boy.
"Stop complaining! Unless you want the staff to hear us coughing and sneezing when they get back. Let's just get this over and done with..."
It took two hours of hard work to the make their hideout clean. Aaron found a dustpan and broom in a supply room, and he went to work dealing with the quarter inch of dust on the floor. Peter worked on the walls, occasionally relying on his taller friend for help. They found a light switch in an obscure corner and flipped it. An ancient light bulb in a fixture on the wall barely glowed. The bulb was obviously on its last leg. Searching through the aisles, Aaron replaced it with a low-wattage blub which gave the storeroom a warm albeit dim glow. To their surprise, they stumbled upon a stack of cardboard boxes which look like they had not been touches in decades. The boys tore them open to find they would filled with shirts bearing the store's logo in a balloony, cartoon font. They reasoned that these were part of the uniform back in the day. Aaron and Peter laid out the shirts into two large piles and placed their sleeping bags on them. The inches of cotton would serve as an excellent buffer from the room's hard floor.
When they were finished, Aaron looked around, pleased at what they had accomplished. "This looks less like a hideout and more like a hide...-home?"
Peter chuckled. Looking down, he saw that his shirt was covered in dust. He yanked it off and shook it out. As he did so, his gut wobbled around. This got Aaron's attention who then reached out and grabbed a roll of Peter's belly. "My stress ball!" he said, squeezing an inch of belly fat.
The sensation of Aaron's fingers fondling his fat make Peter laugh. "S-stop! That tickles!" he beg, beating Aaron away with his shirt. The blonde kept up, and the two broke out in a tickle fight. They rolled around on their newly cleaned floor trying to grab at each other's ticklish abdomens and sides. But this didn't last long. Both boys were still digesting their rather large meals, and they were soon panting and out of breath.
"T-truce?" panted Aaron. Peter nodded. The older boy helped the younger onto his feet, and they ventured into the grocery store for more food.
Eating, sleeping, eating, sleeping. That was their life the following two days. The boys would gorge themselves and nap it off, only to stuff their faces again. Aaron and Peter lived and ate blissfully until one day...
Copyright 2000 - 2024 21 x 20 Media All rights reserved. This site is property of 21 x 20 Media
All Writing.Com images are copyrighted and may not be copied / modified in any way. All other brand names & trademarks are owned by their respective companies.
Generated in 0.35 seconds at 1:28am on Nov 25, 2024 via server WEBX2.
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
More by this author
