After another minute of lying on the floor relaxing Ted gets up to his feet and grabs your sweaty shirt you threw down and cleans up after himself and wipes your belly where he got you.
"Do you still need some help moving in?" asks Ted with a smile and offers his hand.
"Of course," you say and take his hand and sit up and raise to your feet.
"Grab a new shirt and I'll be back with another box," Ted says and runs his hand over your still exposed belly.
Ted leaves the room and you begin to search for a new shirt to wear.
You walk back over to your closet and begin to search for a new shirt. Sadly most of your clothes aren't fitting. They're all too small since you've been nervous about the move and have been eating more then regular, on top of that the summer heat just seems to make you hungrier and of course, the weight’s not coming off.
You dig around a couple of boxes you've already brought in and find a XXL shirt that would split apart at the seems if you wore it. You continue digging and finally find a shirt that fit you well 6 months ago, but you've gained at least 10 pounds since then.
You slip the shirt on and you find that the shirt is a bit tighter then you remembered. It's tight around the chest and you can feel air against the bottom of your belly.
"Here comes another box," Ted announces as he walks in holding a box in his arms," Your Dad pointed a pile out."
"Oh good," You say.
"That shirt looks a little small for you," Ted says in a flirty voice," Are you trying to tease me?"
"It's the only thing I could find," you sigh," I've outgrown all my other clothes."
"You'll have to show me later," Ted says and pats your gut and tells you to follow him.
With Ted's help, the unpacking goes a bit faster then you imagined. He tells you how he lives with his folks next door and he works down at the mall at a store you didn't quite catch the name of. He says the house has been pretty quiet for awhile and he thinks it used to be a winter house for some Canadians, or something. After a couple of hours everything is unloaded and most of the boxes are in the right rooms and ready to be unpacked.
"I'm beat," says your Dad wiping his brow and then fanning himself.
"Me too," you agree and see your shirt is once again soaking wet from sweat.
"Why don't you boys go out and grab some food," your Dad suggests," I'll start to unpack the kitchen supplies."
"Aren't you hungry Sir?" asks Ted.
"Yeah, but I can wait for you boys to bring me a hamburger," your Dad says and takes out his wallet and hands you a 20.
"Com'on Pete, I'll drive," Ted tells you.
"Ok," you say," we'll be back soon."
You walk to the door and follow Ted across the front lawn to his place and you see that Ted has a medium sized car.
Ted unlocks the car from his keychain and you get in.
"I'm glad we're alone again," Ted says with a smile then asks," what do you feel like?"
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