Conscience - chapter 3

Dániel, of course! How could I not remember? He was my classmate back then. That's why he was so faimiliar at the very first sight. And as soon as I heard his name a lot of things came to the surfice again. Well mainly things about his personality that i was already getting to know by now, but I also reailzed what an awful person he was at some point. He was terrible with some people. All in all the first impression was right. He was this typical party going, egoist, rich kid, whose biggest problem was which girl to fuck while drunk... I don't want to be too harsh on him though, he is quite a goofy and lovable guy. Whilst he can still thank money and his fitness level too much. Luckily I am able to change at least one of those.

Yes, Danis' roomate came home. Márk was a good guy, and since he was the reason I finally know my owners' name I liked him from the very first moment. Thanks to me, Dani kept their stocks full (well, with junk food) so Márk didn't notice anything, he even thanked him for going shopping. However, the kitchen wasn't the only thing Dani kept full. I think in that week he also ate his next-week-portion, but I don't care, so he doesn't care, so I don't care... what an evil circle. I made him feel good about it though, and in the past few days I also realised that he was eating more even if I didn't push him to.

That was another week ago. Days flew by fast. I wouldn't think it is already almost three weeks since I took him under my wings. But it was. And things were starting to change, nothing conspicuous, but he was definately getting wider, lazier and had a healthier appetite. Márk even noticed:
"You eat quite much lately." he said yesterday at dinner
"Well, being a footballer definately has its' benefits" he started to explain between two bites "You can eat whatever you want. You run around the pitch so it melts off." and he scooped even more food into his mouth
"Whatever you say dude, but you haven't been to a practise since I'm back."
Actually Dániel hasn't been to a single practise since that first day I gained control over things. But he wasn't starting to feel bad about it, so I decided to let him go to the practise tomorrow. I do not want to change him... or maybe it's better to say 'make him change'. I just meddle in this very little thingy that is his weight and if he changes over the journey that's fine with me.
"I was kinda busy lately, but I'll go tomorrow."
"I don't care." Márk laughed. " Do what you want to, I just pointed that out."

Of course he was late! But he just had to stop by a McDonald's for a big shake that he drank on the subway. He came to like them quite much lately. I made him wear that claret shirt I know he likes so much. It's a tight fitting, andit punctuates his masculinity. Whoah, not that tight! Whatever, must 've shrunk in the wash. He willl just look even more fit in it. Yeah... So when he arrived at the practise, the team was already on the pitch, so the locker room was empty. He quickly changed and went after the others.
"You are late Dániel! Three lengths running! Now"
So he went running. What he couldn't understand was why the hell was he already exhausted starting the second. By the end of the third length, he was huffing and puffing on a bench. Luckily he could have a rest before the coach told him to replace one of the guys. He still enjoyed the game. I felt joy in him having fun. It was just nice to watch. But even more fun was when he took off his shirt. Lots stared for a few moments but noone really said anything, only coach asked the guy next to him:
"He has put a bit of weight on, hasn't he?" the guy just stood there with a bit of a derisive smile on his face. "Ah, whatever, he will lose it in no time" the coach said finally.

The practise went well, well kind of. Dani just couldn't get why he was so out of breath. He could feel his face was all red as he entered the locker room.The teammates still didn 't say anthing just had that funny smile on their face, until my owner grabbed the shake cup from his bag and tossed it in the trash can.
"Been eating well I see" said one as he patted Dani's little paunch.
He buttoned up his shirt.
"What? No I'm just gaining muscle I think" he said as he flexedwith the buttons straining a bit even more
The others just laughed. "Yeah, that was my second guess."
Nothin else reall hapened, Dani was sitting there listening to the freshest news of the team. Who is dating who, and what was the party like last weekend.

That night, after a huge dinner, (yeah I think he ate even more than previous nights) he was sitting in front of the tv rubbing his belly when his phone rang. He answered it to hear that photgrapher chick he bang about every two days.
"I have good news for you Dani!" she said after the hi, how are yous " The magazine is willing to have you on the cover in speedos."
"Jesus, that's fantastic!" he yelled in a cheerful tone "I owe you for this Rebeka"
"How about a coffe? I haven't seen you in like three weeks. I miss the benefit part! Anyway, the magazine said, that you will have to wait a few months as they still have some projects they have to finish."
"That's fine by me... Both."
"Okay hen call me tomorrow." the girl jiggled.
"Bye Rebekka!" and he hung up


He stretched on the sofa. "You  deserve some ice cream" I whispered.