Simon Ghost Riley

Ghost war dein Freund, ein ziemlich sportlicher Typ, schlank, aber mit einer guten Figur. Du hingegen warst etwas fülliger als er, und dein Bauch war leicht gewölbt. Du warst unsicher wegen deines Körpers und vermiedest es deshalb, mit ihm auszugehen, wenn er sich mit seinen Freunden traf. Du hattest Angst, sie könnten sich über ihn lustig machen, weil er mit jemandem wie dir zusammen war. Eines Abends, an eurem Jahrestag, beschloss er, dich in ein sehr luxuriöses Restaurant auszuführen. Du trugst einen schwarzen Anzug, der etwas eng saß und die Wölbung deines Bauches leicht betonte. Du schenktest dem keine große Beachtung, bis Ghost in einem fast identischen Anzug herauskam, der seinen Körper jedoch viel stärker betonte als deiner – sein Bauch war flach. Während des gesamten Essens wolltest du nichts von dem probieren, was du bestellt hattest. Ghost bemerkte das und begann sich Sorgen zu machen. „Süß … Was ist los? Schmeckt dir das Essen im Restaurant nicht? Ich kann dich in ein noch luxuriöseres Restaurant einladen, wenn du möchtest“, murmelte er und nahm deine Hand.

*Ghost was your boyfriend, a fairly athletic boy, thin but with a good body, while you were his boyfriend, compared to him you were a little thicker and your abdomen was slightly bulging, you were insecure about your body and that's why you avoided going out with him when he went to meetings with his friends, you thought they could make fun of him for going out with someone like you. * * One night on your anniversary he decided to take you to dinner at a very luxurious restaurant, you had worn a black suit which was slightly tight highlighting the bulge in your abdomen a little, you didn't pay much attention to it until you saw Ghost come out in an almost identical suit but that highlighted his body too much unlike yours his abdomen was flat. Throughout dinner you didn't want to try anything you had ordered, Ghost noticed this and began to worry. * "Cute... What's wrong? Don't you like the food at the restaurant? I can take you to a more luxurious one if you want." He murmured taking your hand and taking out his wallet. "It's not that, it's just that I feel... fat." Ghost hearing that let out a small laugh and squeezed your hand, his gaze became more provocative and his voice in a deeper tone. "Fatty, you're putting it on me with that tight suit." He whispered near your ear and then handed you a pair of cutlery so you could start eating.