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?Gained a Cold

Brett grabbed and played with his belly in the mirror pinching and putting a scaly arm under it to let it droop over his arm. The rainbow trout coughed loudly and then heard a moan from the bed behind him. He ignored it and continued to pose in front of the billy, turning to his side, he pushed his belly out. He was a 326lb rainbow trout with a 56" gut. He wanted to get bigger to over 350 lbs and over 60" belly.

"Come over and do that in front of me."

He turned around at the voice to look at his husband, Josh, a sea bass, half covered in the bed. Josh was skinny, half his size and barely much under the covers. Brett moved over grinning. He considered maybe it was today that his husband was going to finally get into his gaining. He posed and flexed, and brought his fins above his head to let his belly droop. Josh grabbed his junk. He was in the buff and flexing and thinking of his belly made his sheathe stand up. This action made it harder still inside it.

"Bring that over here," Josh said with an intent smile.

Bret moved over but felt a bit dissapointed. Josh was only into the cock and other things about him, not the belly. That was how it was and he took comfort from that at least. But still. The alarm on Josh's phone went off.

"Hold it. We'll continue it tonight," He spoke and got out of bed, as much in the buff as Brett was. His sheathe pronounced too from his own arousal that Brett could see.

Josh went into the bathroom and the light came on. Brett followed him in there and coughed again harshly.

"You alright? Going to stay home?" Josh asked.

Brett came in front of the mirror in the bathroom next to Josh, "No, I can't, They're going to introduce and vote on the bill today."

"You should get something powerful to take. You know you can," Josh told him.

Brett knew it, as a pharmacist, he knew the most powerful brands as much as any doctor did. He'd have to call his doctor up for it though. He took some daytime cold and flu that they had left. Josh had gotten into the shower and Brett went over to join him but the cough came on.

"Honey, I know you want to be but lets take it seperate. I don't want the cold too," Josh said putting his find on the rainbow trout's.

Brett stepped back dissapointed but realized he was right so went downstairs still in the buff and started making breakfast. He shuffled around, his gut jiggling and swaying from side to side over and around the stove. He made stacks of pancakes, bacon, eggs, several pairs of toast, and was just getting to the potatoes when Josh came in in business casual. He stopped and looked at him, expressionless.

Then he sidled over butting him out of the way with a small grin, "I'll finish it. You get your shower."

Brett stepped back, his belly growling, but he went upstairs and got into the shower. Scalies didn't need to clean as much as those with fur and skin did but still did need to clean. He took the Mirror scales cleanser and washed away the bed dirt with it. Then he slid open the shower door ever slightly so he could see himself in the mirror. He grabbed his belly and sheath and pressed and pushed it until his cock came out. Then he stroked and rubbed it while rubbing and stroking his belly until he cummed into the tub.

He finished his shower out hotter and steamier than he started, then got into his suit and tie. He rejoined Josh and noted that the sea bass had only made a small portion of potatoes. He looked away with a down expression then came over and piled up food and ate until his stomach was taunt and his belly pushed into the table. He thought Josh wasn't looking so rubbed his belly and then stopped getting flushed as Josh was looking. He placed his fins on the table slowly.

Josh smiled, "We'll finish what we were going to start later."

Brett almost thought again that this was the day that Josh would admit to liking the gaining and his fat and his size but he didn't want to give the hopes up and focused on the fact that he still wanted him anyways. Josh filled up a tumblr with the rest of his coffee and gave Brett a hug and lick of the scaley snout before leaving.

Brett's stomach grumbled on the commute and the cough came back on so he picked up cough drops and a dozen iced glazed doughnuts from golden glaze dreams. He couldn't take them into the house floor or leave them sittng around at the capital so he left them in his car. He waited around the lobby and then Rep Oneida finally came up to him. She was a purple haired elf in a gray business suit.

"You can come sit with me on the floor and give your speech when I introduce the bill," She spoke to him.

"Alright," he grinned at this.

He hadn't gotten to sit with a representative on the floor. Usually he was called in from outside to go right to and give the debate. They went into the house chambers and up to the rows of wooden desks and high leather backed chairs. Another chair was already set at the senators desk so he sat down in the extra one hearing the creak of the groan of the chair under his weight. The other representatives were there but the rest soon came in making up a mixed assortment of different species. The business of the day went underway and bill after bill was debated. Brett tried not to cough but it came on a few times. It wasn't so bad to interrupt anything. Just embarassing. Then Oneida stood up.

"For what reason does the represenative rise?" The speaker, a gorilla asked over the microphone in the middle of the front.

"I would like to move for debate bill 6676," She said into her desk microphone.

"So moved. Objections?" The gorilla asked.

Silence.

"The motion carries. The representative is recognized for 30 minutes," The speaker announced.

"Thank you speaker. I would like to call lobbyist Lampert to speak for the reminder of my time," She said.

"So moved. The Lobbyist Lampert is recongnized for the remainder of the representative's time," the speaker reported.

Brett took the cue and went to the microphone in the aisleway. He thanked the representative and launched into his notes he had with him speaking about the bill. Then about midway through the speech, he started coughing and had to take a minute to regain his composure. His notes were then out of order. He picked up and went along as best as he could but just as he was gaining his momentum back, the time was called. He skulked out of the chambers as the vote was being called by the speaker.

As he went outside his manager, Willette, a cat dog goat hybrid came right over to him and whispered intently, "You really fucked up. Why didn't you tell me you had a cold."

"Sorry, ma'am," He said looking down.

"It's all shit. Damn it," she was going to stamp a footpaw down but stopped and went right up stairs into the galley looking over the chambers.

Brett followed and the vote was carried out as he sat there coughing in a fit now and again. The vote passed and he avoided his manager and looking at her but felt stress hungry. He picked up two foot long sandwiches and stress ate at his desk back at the Feder and Smith building. He was starting on the second sandwich when Myrl, a donkey co-worker came over.

She talked about her food trade bill she was working on. She snagged doughnuts from him but he didn't mind. Between the two of them they were the partners in crime with snagging some of any food anyone brought in. She was a heavy set donkey lady. If he swung her way, he was sure he would have married her by now. She was looking at his sandwich the way a parched fur looks at a desert oasis.

"Here, have some," he offered to her but started to cough and turned away but it was too late and he spat some of his sandwich on it.

"Sorry," he said.

"It's ok," She went away with an uneasy grin.

He peeled the soggy bit of sandwich that went on the remainder and ate that. Then he looked at the sandwich and finished that too.