I stood in front of the fridge, contemplating what to make for my boyfriend who had been complaining about his expanding waistline lately. He said he needed to hit the gym more, but I couldn’t help but wonder if he secretly enjoyed the extra pounds. There was a big container of lasagna that I had made, filled with layers of cheese, meat, and noodles.
I decided to take a chance and heat up the lasagna, adding a little extra cheese on top for good measure. As I took it out of the oven, I could already hear his footsteps coming down the hallway.
“Smells good in here,” he said with a grin as he walked into the kitchen. “What’s cooking?”
“Just some leftover lasagna,” I said with a shrug, trying to play it cool.
He raised an eyebrow, his eyes locking onto the dish. “Looks delicious,” he said, licking his lips. “You know, I’ve been feeling really hungry lately”
I felt a tingle of excitement run through me at his words. Was he really hinting at what I thought he was? I decided to test the waters.
“You can have as much as you want,” I said, giving him a suggestive smile. “I wouldn’t want you to go hungry, after all.”
He grinned back at me, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “Oh, I don’t think I’ll be going hungry tonight,” he said, winking. “Especially not with you feeding me like this.”
My heart raced as he pulled out a chair and sat down at the table. I served him a slice of lasagna, and my eyes couldn’t help but follow as he eagerly opened his mouth and took a bite.
As he chewed, I found myself fixated on how his face was looking a little chubbier. I couldn’t help but feel a rush of pleasure at the sight of him eating, and I could feel my own arousal growing with each bite he took.
“You know, babe” he said between mouthfuls. “I don’t think I can stop eating this. It’s just too good.”
I bit my lip and tried to keep my composure, but I couldn’t deny the rush I felt from his words. As he took another bite, I reached over and ran a hand over his belly, feeling the softness under his shirt.
“You’re going to have to hit the gym extra hard after this,” I teased, running my fingers over his belly. “I don’t think those pants can take much more stretching.”
He let out a low groan, his eyes closing in pleasure as he took another bite. “Who needs the gym when I have you feeding me like this?” he murmured, his hand coming to rest on my thigh. “You’re going to make me so fat, babe.”
I felt a surge of heat between my legs at his words, knowing that I was the one responsible for his growing waistline. As he finished off his plate, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction wash over me.
“More?” I asked, holding up the dish.
“Please,” he said, grinning up at me. “I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of your cooking.”
And with those words, I knew that I had him exactly where I wanted him.
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