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You sighed as you gently pryed Dude's arm off of you to rise out of bed, rubbing your eyes as you yawned. It was way too late to be waking up, and you wished you could feel Dude's warmth surround you again, but your throat was too dry from snoring to ignore and you needed water. Now.
Sliding on your slippers and snatching Dude's robe to ease the chill of the air, you grumbled quietly at the discomfort in your throat and headed to the bathroom to refill your bottle of water, too lazy to get another from the kitchen and throw the other away. You saw Dude stir- but thought nothing of it.
He's probably just having another dream.
Stepping into the bathroom and filling your bottle up with tap water, you made the mistake of looking into the mirror on the door. As you shut off the sink, you briefly wondered why Dude would have a full-body mirror; but before you could waste any more time on that thought, your eyes drifted to your shirtless figure, only Dude's robe doing a shitty job of covering your dreaded chest.
You let out an uncomfortable grumble, knowing damn well you should just leave, but you couldn't stop yourself from stepping closer to the mirror and letting your eyes rake over your own body.
You tried to ignore your unwanted...extra chest fat as much as possible, but to your dismay, they weren't the only thing you didn't like about your body. Thin, light little hairs spread across your chest and stomach, but you wished they were thicker and more abundant. And you hated how there was no trail of hair leading down under your boxers, and no visible muscle in your arms, and God dammit, stupid fucking tits-
"Baby?" Dude interrupted as soon as you felt tears run down your cheeks, and his face soon fell when he peeked past the door and saw you. Gently, he took the bottle from your hand and set it down, and you instantly embraced him, face buried in the crook of his neck. He let out a sympathetic coo, stroking your back.
"What happened, hon?"
You pulled away to gesture to your body, bashfully glancing at the tile. Dude hummed in understanding. Before you had time to process where his hands were reaching- he softly placed his hands on your stomach, tracing circles in your skin with his thumbs. This caught you off guard, and you stared up at him in confusion. He only returned your gaze for a moment to smile sweetly.
"Don't listen to the lies your brain feeds you. You're so handsome." He purred, making you blush a little.
His hand softly trailed up to your chest, running his palm over the center, careful not to touch your breasts. He knew what your boundries were.
"They aren't that noticeable, really." He reassured you, fingers sliding nimbly against your skin. "Mm, Hell, with the way you layer on clothes, you just look nice and muscular. Like you got some really nice pecs." He winked at you, dragging his hand back down to your stomach.
"And this..." He cooed, dipping his hand under the waistband of your boxers. You smacked his hand away before he could continue, but not roughly. "Dude, c'mon, stop it." You giggled, smiling down at him. He rolled his eyes dramatically, but let go of you. Suddenly, you were aware of why you were there in the first place; and grabbed your water, downing half the bottle in one go. Dude grinned at you when you finished, playfully bumping your elbow with his. "Thirsty, are we? Ready to go to bed, handsome?" He purred, catching your hand in his. You nodded softly, and he led you back to bed, arm wrapped around your waist.
...Maybe your body wasn't so bad after all.