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After a few more belches that could easily have been signaling the coming of a new age of demons, Lara laid back into the couch and gave a contented sigh. "Okay, I feel a bit better now," she said. Darren saw his opportunity to strike and replied, "Feeling better enough to move, you think?"

"Mhmm."

"Feeling better enough to get up the stairs and into our bed, perhaps?"

"Hmmm... I don't know... might need some help with that one."

"You know I have no problem with helping you to the bed."

Lara smirked, she knew that she already had him going quite a bit, but she was about to turn it up a notch or two, "You might reconsider that when you feel how heavy I am. 10lbs of fat takes almost 20lbs of cupcakes, you know. I weighed in at about 350lbs before you got here. I'll bet I'm over 370 now."

Darren could barely contain himself. He shot up from the couch and helped her follow suit (much more slowly, mind you). They got to the stairs and started climbing, each step a little more difficult than the last. Lara had joked about how much she weighed now, but her methodology for getting that big had simultaneously made her less mobile. Darren had a good enough job for her to be a stay-at-home feedee, and over the past 3 years practically all she had done was lay around and eat. The most exercise she had gotten over the past few years were these damn stairs, so hefting the extra weight up to the second floor was proving much more difficult than usual.

Darren started off supporting her from behind, helping to relieve as much of the weight she had packed on to her mid-section as he could. But by the top of the stairs she was practically crawling up them, stomach catching on each stair. He hopped in front of her and helped her get herself back upright for the last few, but on the very last stair her gut got caught. They heaved and pushed and pulled, and eventually she flopped up and rolled onto the landing. "Is your stomach okay, dear?" Darren asked. Lara, still catching her breath, patted her stomach and gave a thumbs up. Darren felt relieved, "Good. Take a second to get yourself together and we'll get you up to the bed."

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After a few more belches that could easily have been signaling the coming of a new age of demons, Lara laid back into the couch and gave a contented sigh. "Okay, I feel a bit better now," she said. Darren saw his opportunity to strike and replied, "Feeling better enough to move, you think?"

"Mhmm."

"Feeling better enough to get up the stairs and into our bed, perhaps?"

"Hmmm... I don't know... might need some help with that one."

"You know I have no problem with helping you to the bed."

Lara smirked, she knew that she already had him going quite a bit, but she was about to turn it up a notch or two, "You might reconsider that when you feel how heavy I am. 10lbs of fat takes almost 20lbs of cupcakes, you know. I weighed in at about 350lbs before you got here. I'll bet I'm over 370 now."

Darren could barely contain himself. He shot up from the couch and helped her follow suit (much more slowly, mind you). They got to the stairs and started climbing, each step a little more difficult than the last. Lara had joked about how much she weighed now, but her methodology for getting that big had simultaneously made her less mobile. Darren had a good enough job for her to be a stay-at-home feedee, and over the past 3 years practically all she had done was lay around and eat. The most exercise she had gotten over the past few years were these damn stairs, so hefting the extra weight up to the second floor was proving much more difficult than usual.

Darren started off supporting her from behind, helping to relieve as much of the weight she had packed on to her mid-section as he could. But by the top of the stairs she was practically crawling up them, stomach catching on each stair. He hopped in front of her and helped her get herself back upright for the last few, but on the very last stair her gut got caught. They heaved and pushed and pulled, and eventually she flopped up and rolled onto the landing. "Is your stomach okay, dear?" Darren asked. Lara, still catching her breath, patted her stomach and gave a thumbs up. Darren felt relieved, "Good. Take a second to get yourself together and we'll get you up to the bed."