Doubling Standards Part: 2 Resist, resist, just because they’re open doesn’t mean I need to eat them all, resist, resist…ah fuck it! ‘Mph!’ I exclaim as I shove a jam filled doughnut into my mouth. A customer bought them for me earlier, I promised myself I’d only eat 1 with my 10am coffee, I accidentally ate 2. Now I’m currently shoving a 3rd into my face! ‘Oh shit!’ I snap as jam oozes out of the bottom of the sugary treat and runs down the front of my shirt! Maybe if my belly didn’t stick out so much I could’ve avoided this mess! Then again maybe if I had some willpower this wouldn’t have happened either! It’s crazy to think that this time last year I probably would’ve given these doughnuts to someone else or just left them on my desk and forgot about them, now I can’t stop thinking about stuffing all 5 of them into my gut! I can’t stay like this for the rest of the day, I’ve got a meeting at 2 with a potential buyer of a 2020 bmw 520 m sport! Imagine what they’ll think if I turn up looking like this, it’s bad enough that my shirt is straining against my belly but to have food stains down my front as well? I’ll never make the sale! I’ll just have to go home at lunch and change my shirt. Me and Beth are supposed to be on diets, now she’s gonna known I’ve been secretly eating treats at work! I literally have no will power anymore! Over the past year Beth and I have both really packed on the pounds! We fell into a black hole of binging on junk food and television every night, so we both decided to face the music, weigh ourselves and start dieting. I was disgusted that I almost weighed 235 pounds, Beth tipped the scales at just over 200. She’s been doing really well but truthfully I’ve still be sneaking food at work, seeing as the cats out of the bag, I may as well polish off the remaining 2 doughnuts… ‘Beth? You in?’ I say as I walk through our front door hoping she’s out so I don’t have to explain the large jam stain down the front of my gut. Beth has gone down to working only 4 days a week, she only works Monday - Thursday now. As I walk in I notice something…a smell…a familiar smell…KFC! I slowly creep into the living room and catch Beth red handed in a post KFC nap! She’s sat with her legs reclined outwards with no pants on revealing her thick flabby thighs pushing together, which exaggerates the cellulite that smothers her legs and ass now! She must off gave herself a belly rub because her t-shirt has been rolled up exposing her soft bare belly, that’s ever so slightly jiggling every time she exhales! Next to her sits an empty bucket laying on its side revealing the chicken bones picked clean if any flesh. Going by the size of the pile of bones, I’d say this was easily a 14 piece bucket! ‘Ah hem!’ I cough loudly. ‘Danny?! What are you doing home?!’ She shrieks as she startles herself awake. ‘I’ve caught you lovely! Tell me Beth, what part of ‘diet’ means secretly eating an entire bucket of KFC to yourself?’ I say smugly, jumping on my high horse. ‘I’m so sorry Danny! I’m such a big fat failure!’ Bethany sighed lowering her head into her double chin. ‘It’s about willpower babe, you’ve got to dig deep inside of you and pull it out!’ I say encouragingly. ‘Yeah, you’re right, it’s just…wait a minute…what’s that down your shirt?’ Beth points, cutting herself off mid sentence. ‘Oh, this? It’s nothing, just a little accident’ ‘That’s jam! You’ve been eating doughnuts!’ ‘Alright I admit it! I caved!’ I sigh throwing my hands up in defeat. ‘How many?’ ‘5’ ‘Jheeze an entire pack!’ She laughs ‘We’re both as bad as each other’ I chuckle patting my gut. ‘There’s not really much point in dieting anymore, is there?’ Beth follows up. ‘I guess not’ I shrug. ‘If I’m being completely honest I haven’t really been dieting at all, the first day or 2 I was but it was so fucking hard! I’ve been eating junk everyday without tell you…’ she admits with a tone of guilt in her voice. ‘Same…I’ve been eating all kinds of treats at work, so don’t feel to bad about it’ I laugh. ‘What the fuck is wrong with us? We used to be so fit and healthy!’ Beth states. ‘That was when we lived at home, we’re proper adults now Beth with responsibilities!’ ‘You’re right! I don’t ever want to diet again…’ ‘Me neither…in fact I’m kinda jealous you had KFC’ I say greedily ‘Go get yourself a bucket for lunch, you may as well seeing as we’re not dieting anymore’ Beth shrugs. ‘I would love to but I can’t, I’ve got to meet a potential buyer in half an hour’ I sigh. ‘Reschedule them? Say your running late or have a stomachache?’ ‘I do have a stomachache, it won’t stop grumbling for food!’ I laugh. ‘Exactly! Ring them on the way to KFC, order yourself a bucket and get me a couple chicken sandwiches whilst you’re there…’ I can’t believe I actually agreed with Beth, the thought of stuffing my face with KFC was far more appealing than meeting someone idiotic enough to spend 30k on a car! I quickly drove to KFC and ordered a 14 piece bucket, 2 chicken sandwiches and 2 large tubs of gravy. One home a stripped out of my jam stained shirt, pulled my pants down and collapsed on the sofa next to Beth who was also semi naked. We both zoned out as we worked our way through the food. After Beth finished her sandwiches she helped herself to a few pieces of chicken and a couple handfuls of fries. I didn’t mind though, I was completely stuffed by that point but continued to cram the greasy fattening chicken into my mouth. Beth rolls sideways towards me and gently rubs my stuffed belly, before wiping the gravy I’ve spilt down my chest with her finger. ‘Takeout tonight?’ She asks with a grin as she sucks the gravy off her finger. ‘Instead of tomorrow?’ ‘As well as tomorrow…’ she chuckles ‘I dunno Beth, that’s a lot of junk food, I know we’re not dieting anymore but that doesn’t mean we’ve got to eat takeouts for the sake of it…’ I reply showing a slight concern. ‘What is we cut it back and eat healthier for the majority of the day…then a takeout at night?’ Beth counter offers. ‘Hmm, I suppose that wouldn’t be to bad’ I reply as I subconsciously rub my belly ‘pizza-booze-telly?’ I follow up. ‘I knew it wouldn’t take much to twist your arm! Pizza-booze-telly it is…but I’m doubling our standard order, I don’t think 1 pizza each is enough anymore!’ Beth insists biting her lip as she squeezes her bottom belly roll excitedly.