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As much as you tell yourself that Albert is just looking out for you, the simple fact is that you feel a bit robbed, after all, you earned the pizza with your new job, he could at least have left you one to enjoy. As much as you try to focus on your workout, the lingering memory of those pizzas leaves you distracted and only halfheartedly lifting the weights, all the while huffing and puffing with the effort. Eventually you give up, sweating bullets. This was doubly hard now, your no where near the level you were before. Looking at the time, you realize you've burned out after only 10 minutes. Frustrated, you head back to shower off.
After cooling down and drying off, you grumble to yourself, still a bit peeved by not having even a reward for all your efforts. It is then you pick up the smell of the pizza, your head turning to the direction of the adjacent row of lockers. Albert's is right there, partially open where the pizza boxes keep it from closing all the way. You look about, checking the showers and peaking out to see that Albert is still in the middle of his routine.
Well... it IS your pizza, no matter how Albert spins it. And it's not like he needs ALL the pizza you brought. And don't you deserve it after everything you've been though? Of course you do! You open your gym bag and pack half the pizza boxes in it, leaving enough to where Albert likely wouldn't notice the absence. You then take the back route out of the gym, hurrying to your car and driving home, locking the door behind you just to be sure before unloading your haul. Your mouth waters at the smell, and you quickly begin digging in, savoring the flavor, which seems doubly enhanced by how forbidden this was supposed to be. It's not long before your licking the last remnants from your fingers, feeling stuffed to bursting once more, before noticing that you've once again devoured the entire load of pizza in one go.
A part of you is shocked at this, you really hadn't MEANT to eat it all, but it was so good. It's not like this is was a habit or anything, just this one time... and the last time, that hardly counted right? You'll be working this off in no time, a treat every once in a while wasn't going to hurt. You message your belly, whining in both pain and pleasure as you try to overcome the cramped feeling in your wobbling gut while awash in the pleasure of the pepperoni. This is not a problem, you tell yourself...
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