"Some nachos please" John told Cliff "With extra beans- no mince thanks"
Cliff looked at John
"Ok. But becareful, it's a little hot, I make them with special beans. They grew them so that the flavour remains even when in your stomach and gets stronger."
John smiled at Cliff
"That's ok. Could i get a milder mix then?"
"Sure thing. Not too tempting anymore huh?" Cliff began to put the chips into a large cardbaord tray.
"Well I just don't want to be blowing fire ya know? I've seen a few cartoons in my life time. But I've never really had that much of a problem with spicey stuff- i usually just get really gassy and bloated" John blushed relising what he had said.
"Don't worry bout saying stuff like that. No one here will really mind. So any way, this stuff is not hot but as such has less flavour. It lasts longer though and I've given you a jumbo sized serving. Don't worry about the caljories, doesn't differ that much from the other helpings besides, you need some meat on those bones." Cliff sprinkled the cheese over the bean mix and chips, then put on a welding mask and promptly whipped out a blow torch to melt it.
John looked at himself. He was six foot, and muscular but more like a swimmer than anything really bulky. While he didn't have a sixpack, his stomach was flat and firm with no hinting of a gut or any real fat. His pec were toned but not overly so as were his arms and legs. Carrie had always said he had a but that put Appolo's to shame and many people had commented on his good looks. Blue eyes with brown hair cut short but with still enough left to spike it forward off his forehead. It wasn't like he was a geek or anything. Wearing a blue button up shirt and some jeans, most women (and men) thought he was pretty damn cute.
"Enjoy" Cliff took off the mask and smiled at him. John sat at the small counter and parked himself on a stool while Cliff sat next to him and began to talk aboout some of the other attractions of toon world.
John began to eat, half listening but still thinking about what Cliff said. John glanced sideways at him and looked at Cliff's gut. John could see the appeal to it and tried to imagine himeself at that weight. He couldn't quite grasp it clearly bu there was one thing he was sure of. While he wouldn't mind or maybe even enjoy a little weight here and there, he didn't want anything to go to his face or neck. He could see why Cliff had chosen not to go down that path and agreed that it would't really help (he was a little vain after all)the attraction factor. His mind wondered onto thoughts of Cliff and how the 'beer belly' look really did suit him, making him look attractive...
"So did you enjoy?" Cliff stirred John from his thoughts.
John looked at him puzzled then followed his gaze to his now empty tray. He must have finished them off while thinking
"Want some more?" Cliff asked as he moved back around to the other side.
John touched his stomach and felt like he had a bit more room left
"Yeah thanks i would love so-" John was cut off by a large gurgle from his stomach.