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Authors: Delilah Storm
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waves and let the thought slide away. He toweled off quickly, tossing the wet towel into the hamper, and padded, naked, across the hallway to his bedroom.
Catching sight of himself out of the corner of his eye, Steve stopped dead in his tracks and looked at himself critically in the full-length mirror attached to the bedroom's closet door.
"Shit." He grimaced, poking his belly in disbelief.
Steve stepped closer to the mirror, squinting at the figure he saw before him. He was fat. Maybe not obese or anything, but there was a definite pouch on his stomach. Steve turned sideways, continuing to stare. He reached behind him and slapped his ass hard, watching it jiggle. His butt was huge. He bent forward slightly, glaring critically. His butt really was huge. Why had no one ever told him he had such a huge ass? A man had no business having such a huge bubble butt.
Turning this way and that, Steve gave a dramatic sigh. There was no way around it. He'd have to go on a diet. He knelt down, digging out the scale from where he'd shoved it under his dresser in disgust the last time he'd used it. Steve dusted it off before placing it in front of the mirror and held his breath as he stepped on.
"Jesus Christ!" Steve muttered emphatically. One hundred and ninety-five pounds. One-freaking-hundred-and-freaking-ninety-freaking-five. This was horrible. He'd need to lose at least forty pounds before he could let Jackson see him. Thank God Jackson could only see his head and shoulders when they Skyped. He'd be able to make that good first impression and not scare the man of his epic fantasies away.
Steve pulled on his sleep shorts and threw himself facedown on to his bed, moaning. He hated diets. It was hard to diet when he baked pastries and cakes and sweets for a living.
He rolled over, grabbed a small book from the bedside table, and flipped it open, angry yet determined. He quickly counted the days on the calendar and wrote furiously in his journal.
Sunday, September 16
99 Days to the Visit, 100 Days to Christmas
I will lose 40 pounds by December 24. I will make Jackson drool with desire!
With a satisfied nod, Steve closed the journal with a snap and closed the light. He rolled over, thinking of all the things he could do to lose weight. There was more than three months, plenty of time. It was like three pounds a week. How hard could it be?
Steve fell asleep thinking about exercising, and Jackson, and woke up thinking about a new whipped cream and coffee cake recipe. This might be harder than he thought.
Chapter 2
Friday, September 21
94 days to Visit, 95 days to Christmas
Finally perfected the coffee and cream cake recipe. Took a few days and more trials than it should have, but the guys in the bakery seemed to enjoy doing the tastetesting. But I could never get a proper answer from them, all they ever said was that it was good, so I had to sample the testers myself. So much for my diet this week. Started exercising on Tuesday and man am I sore. I took a few days off exercising to recover, I could hardly lift the 50 pound bag of flour on Wednesday and Geoff laughed at me and had to help. Jessica just looked at me like I was crazy. But I need to get back into exercising again. It's important. I've got to lose this bubble butt!
Thursday, October 4
81 days to Visit, 82 days to Christmas
Got another two Halloween parties to bake for. I love Halloween. I love making really gross cakes and watching people's faces light up in horrified fascination as they look at them. No other time of the year can I make a cake with a zombie leg dripping blood and chained to the wall and have people delighted with it. But making the orange cannoli cream isn't going well. For some reason the acid in the orange juice is making the cream separate after a while. I'm going to have to switch to orange zest and orange oil instead of pureeing actual oranges. But of course I couldn't toss the test runs. Geoff invited me to a poker game, and we took
Catching sight of himself out of the corner of his eye, Steve stopped dead in his tracks and looked at himself critically in the full-length mirror attached to the bedroom's closet door.
"Shit." He grimaced, poking his belly in disbelief.
Steve stepped closer to the mirror, squinting at the figure he saw before him. He was fat. Maybe not obese or anything, but there was a definite pouch on his stomach. Steve turned sideways, continuing to stare. He reached behind him and slapped his ass hard, watching it jiggle. His butt was huge. He bent forward slightly, glaring critically. His butt really was huge. Why had no one ever told him he had such a huge ass? A man had no business having such a huge bubble butt.
Turning this way and that, Steve gave a dramatic sigh. There was no way around it. He'd have to go on a diet. He knelt down, digging out the scale from where he'd shoved it under his dresser in disgust the last time he'd used it. Steve dusted it off before placing it in front of the mirror and held his breath as he stepped on.
"Jesus Christ!" Steve muttered emphatically. One hundred and ninety-five pounds. One-freaking-hundred-and-freaking-ninety-freaking-five. This was horrible. He'd need to lose at least forty pounds before he could let Jackson see him. Thank God Jackson could only see his head and shoulders when they Skyped. He'd be able to make that good first impression and not scare the man of his epic fantasies away.
Steve pulled on his sleep shorts and threw himself facedown on to his bed, moaning. He hated diets. It was hard to diet when he baked pastries and cakes and sweets for a living.
He rolled over, grabbed a small book from the bedside table, and flipped it open, angry yet determined. He quickly counted the days on the calendar and wrote furiously in his journal.
Sunday, September 16
99 Days to the Visit, 100 Days to Christmas
I will lose 40 pounds by December 24. I will make Jackson drool with desire!
With a satisfied nod, Steve closed the journal with a snap and closed the light. He rolled over, thinking of all the things he could do to lose weight. There was more than three months, plenty of time. It was like three pounds a week. How hard could it be?
Steve fell asleep thinking about exercising, and Jackson, and woke up thinking about a new whipped cream and coffee cake recipe. This might be harder than he thought.
Chapter 2
Friday, September 21
94 days to Visit, 95 days to Christmas
Finally perfected the coffee and cream cake recipe. Took a few days and more trials than it should have, but the guys in the bakery seemed to enjoy doing the tastetesting. But I could never get a proper answer from them, all they ever said was that it was good, so I had to sample the testers myself. So much for my diet this week. Started exercising on Tuesday and man am I sore. I took a few days off exercising to recover, I could hardly lift the 50 pound bag of flour on Wednesday and Geoff laughed at me and had to help. Jessica just looked at me like I was crazy. But I need to get back into exercising again. It's important. I've got to lose this bubble butt!
Thursday, October 4
81 days to Visit, 82 days to Christmas
Got another two Halloween parties to bake for. I love Halloween. I love making really gross cakes and watching people's faces light up in horrified fascination as they look at them. No other time of the year can I make a cake with a zombie leg dripping blood and chained to the wall and have people delighted with it. But making the orange cannoli cream isn't going well. For some reason the acid in the orange juice is making the cream separate after a while. I'm going to have to switch to orange zest and orange oil instead of pureeing actual oranges. But of course I couldn't toss the test runs. Geoff invited me to a poker game, and we took
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