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Jim slouched in his chair and glared accusingly at his stomach. Why did it have to be so damn sticky-outy? He was definitely getting fat.
"Spock," he said, "do you think I'm fat?"
They looked at each other for a moment. "Captain, I do not think this is a suitable topic for conversation on the bridge," Spock replied.
"Just answer the question," Jim returned. "Am I fat?"
An eyebrow went up. "Not being possessed of your BMI statistic, I am unable to provide an answer," Spock stated.
Jim sighed in frustration. "For heaven's sake," he muttered. "Uhura, what do you think?" he asked over his shoulder.
"I'd say you're in ok shape," she responded. "Why?"
"No reason," he said quickly. "I was just wondering."
That evening, Jim was inspecting himself in the mirror when Bones entered their quarters.
"Hi Bones," Jim greeted glumly.
"Hi," Bones replied. "What's wrong?"
"I'm fat," Jim said, gesturing to his stomach.
Bones snorted. "No you're not," he scoffed.
"Look at it, though," Jim whined. "It's all stupid and sticky-outy."
Bones wrapped his arms around Jim, laying his hands on the man's stomach. As he began to talk his hands caressed the soft flesh. "Jim, I love your 'stupid, sticky-outy' tummy," he murmured. "It's cute and it means there's more of you for me to cuddle. You're not fat. You're beautiful."
Jim smiled and turned his head to kiss Bones. "Thank you," he whispered.
Needless to say, as the night went on Bones paid special attention to Jim's tummy. He kissed, nuzzled and caressed so that Jim could be in no doubt that his body was perfect just the way it was.