You lie in our bed and watch me struggle to button my pants.
”Damn” I mutter under my breath, trying to force the button into the loop.
”Whats wrong babe” you say innocently.
”They just wont close” I say exasperated.
You quietly enjoy the show for a while beforing rising to your feet.
”Here, let me help you darling…”
”Absolutely not” I push you away.
”Dont be silly love. You obviously need a little help with those”
I sigh.
”Okay. Fine”
You come up behind me. Your hands linger for a while on my protrouding belly.
”Poor baby” you whisper in my ear, your lips touching my earlobe. ”Did you gain s little weight?” I grunt in response. ”Mhm… Okay love… I need you to suck it in. Can you do that for me babe? Okay…here we go…”
”Godness me” I huff, looking at my swollen reflection in the mirror as you try to do my pants. ”well i think my love for your cooking is starting to show”
After a few attempts, the button gets in the loop. You squeeze my muffin top that is spilling over the waistband.
”There you go. Can you sit down im them?”
I carefully sit down on the edge of the bed, the button creaking.
”Its digging in a bit but its-”
With a snap the button pops off and lands on the floor. My belly oozes out.
”Oh shoot. I-I think I could stand to loose a couple of pounds”
You sit down beside me, one arm over my shoulder, the other one rubbing my belly in comforting circles.
”Dont be so hard on yourself babe. You let go a bit recently, but you can get back into shape in no time. Hey how about some breakfast? I… could make your favourite. The golden pancakes with jam and whipping cream”
I hold back a moan at your suggestion.
”Mm that would be…lovely”
You give my belly a little squeeze.
”Okay love. Just stay here in bed and I’ll soon be back, okay?”
Don't get me wrong, being crushed by your feedee is great, but have you ever made a larder so weak that if they ever try to stand up without your help, they just *plop* back down to wherever their sitting like the blobs they are? Too heavy to get up without building momentum, watching their bellies swing and right when it grazes the floor, the slightest push to their wobbly chest sends them crashing backwards, cellulite dimpled ass spreading out beneath them? Pinning them to the bed with nothing but your grip around their swollen wrist and the weight of their belly pressing against the muscles in their back?
Pretty soon gravity will take over the job of keeping them pinned to one spot anyways.
You’ve been such a good boy, letting me fatten you up like this. You’re so adorable when you open your mouth so obediently, allowing me to feed you spoonfuls of pudding and cream. You’ve been gobbeling up everything I put in front of you, like a really good boy. Just like you should. And you’ve gotten nice and fat as a result. Mhm, you like it when I squeeze your belly roll like this? Mhm. You like being reminded of how much I fattened you? I really put my mark on you, didnt I tubby…. God those buttons are holding on for their dear life, arent they! And you were so slim when we first met… When people see you now, they will see how well I’ve fed you. How I made you mine by fattening you up, slowly but steadily. They will see that you belong to me now.
took and edible after already having a sensible dinner (roasted chicken wrap with lots of vegetables) and had my first stuffing in a while (almost 6 months. i still gained a bit in that time but considerably less than when i stuff)
but yeah so far i've had a whole family pizza, two cans of soda and six croissants filled with chocolate😵💫😮💨
feel free to enable, encourage and/or degrade me for this and eat even more. i've been missing the kink 💋
So @silliersage I’ve been together for about a month, and the photo on the left was taken a month prior and I was about the same size all the way until we met.
My Lover packed on at least 2 inches on my frame and they say I’m not even done. 🤤