Loving Partners, January
January XI,
Wavering Thoughts
Justin Waters, 5 foot 8 inches. Previous weight: 137 pounds
Angus breathed out, letting the stress from his job leave his body as he stood outside their front door. It had been an exhausting morning working at his bakery job. He was thankful that he would have a bit of time to rest and relax with his loved ones before they went off to do their things for the rest of the day. It left him with plenty of time to himself around the house. Fidgeting with the keys in the doorknob, he loosed the bolt and let himself in. Immediately, he could hear the cacophony of noises still pouring out from the bedroom. Securing the door behind him, he let the sounds lure him in.
Mica and Justin had bundled up to brace against the cold chill in the bedroom. They had agreed to keeping the heat under control, especially since it helped them sleep deeply in the bedrooms. Angus stripped off his work clothes and snuggled up between them, disturbing them ever so slightly as to have them cuddle him. Between Mica’s defined muscles and the little weight Justin had put on in less than a year, Angus felt confident they missed his plush form more.
“Mmm, my snuggle pillow has returned,” Mica murmured, nuzzling his face into Angus’s neck. “Was it a productive day making sweet treats for the public?”
“Plenty of eye candy to ogle, but none as sweet as my little treats here.” Angus used one hand to grip on Mica’s pecs, and the other to softly stroke Justin’s belly. “Hope you weren’t having any nightmares to speak of.” Mica grunted and briefly snored back into Angus’s ear. Justin had remained silent, though he was reacting lightly to the attention Angus was giving him. Angus turned over, pushing his belly into Justin a bit more. “How’s the milk treating you? Think it’s time we start upping your dose?”
“I don’t know…” Justin groaned out. They had tried to start him off slowly, since they all had differing size goals, but settling where he was now seemed to have satisfied Justin. He had softened features, but his body was still nowhere comparable to Angus’s own. Laying on his side, he had perky moobs that were trying to come in, and his belly was barely creating an overhang. If anything, he had impressed everyone with the added love handles that had widened him out. Everyone welcomed his healthy appearance, they would say, but it did give Justin some odd thoughts they’d talk about in private.
“If you need more time, just let us know. We don’t want to make you uncomfortable in your own skin, dear.” Angus had focused his attention on Justin with Mica asleep once more holding on to Angus like a pillow from behind. Angus had become concerned over the holiday break when Justin seemed to have reached a mental plateau on his growth rate, sensibly focusing on the everyday aspects of the growth having been a big guy his entire life. He knew that while the fantasy was hot, people could lose themselves and regret it. He looked at Justin in the face, loving how it had softened slightly from the added weight. “I won’t think any less of you for it.” Justin just stared back, smiling weakly and allowing his body to relax under Angus’s touch.
“I was reading some of the comments I was getting,” Justin approached the subject he was dreading. “Again, a family member said I looked better. Aunt Madge said I was getting a gut. My uncle Ralph said we should get drinks soon. And my cousins said that I looked like I was eating again. Do they think that those are encouraging beats to provide unsolicited?”
“They are family, so of course they do. Doesn’t mean you have to take it negatively. And you don’t even have to acknowledge them if it bothers you.”
“But then, I go onto Bodspace, and see…” he laughed for a second, “big beefy patties like you and I think I’m nowhere closer. I can suck my gut in and be skinny-passing, but I can’t fill out your shirts as well as you do.”
“Then don’t! We’re trying to fatten you up, remember?” Angus pushed his belly back into Justin for emphasis. “I’m fine as I am, and he thinks so too. But we still have a long way to get you into being a big beefy patty yourself. It’s a journey, not a sprint. Sometimes, our bodies work against us on this. Just means you have to put in more work.” The groan he got in response was typical, as Justin always hated hearing that from not just Angus. Many other large men in their shared kink space, Bodspace, had shared similar experiences. But for Justin, it wasn’t coming on fast enough to keep him satisfied, or in this case, engaged to continue. “Or do you want us to just force you to do it?” Justin didn’t immediately respond.
“It’s kind of hot to just give up control…” he whimpered when he finally did respond. “But I have to be in the mood for it. Maybe it’s just the holidays that were making it feel different, but I wasn’t feeling the growth like I wanted.”
“We did take a break here and there, remember? It wasn’t consistent, or else you’d be much larger by now. If you really want results, you have to put yourself completely into it.” Angus gasped a little when he felt Mica’s hands having made their sneaky trek from hugging him to groping his belly, and now his groin. He batted Mica’s hand away for the moment to continue talking seriously with Justin, though. “Is this the year you’re going to just go all in?”
“I want to say, yeah?” Angus was sure that he wanted to say it too, but Justin did have some issues with sticking to things. “But could I also ask for a bit more force? Like, don’t give me the chance to wimp out. I’m ready for this! I want to do this.”
“Y’hear that, Mike? He says to be a bit more forceful on him.” Angus reached behind him to pat Mica on his butt. “That means you don’t go easy on him when he still has something to finish.”
“Only if that means you end up eating the rest,” Mica whispered into Angus’s ear. Relenting, Angus turned onto his back to embrace his lovers together. To seal the deal, they decided to cuddle for a bit longer.
An hour had passed, and the three had split up among the household. Angus was making lunch for them, while Mica was getting ready to go to the gym. Justin still had a whole day of work ahead of him, so Angus had decided to make sure he would go in stuffed more than he usually did.
“Remember what you agreed to, or we’ll have to start thinking of some punishments to go along with it,” Angus affirmed their discussion early. Justin nonchalantly agreed, but when he was brought three sub sandwiches loaded with meats, cheese, and sauces, he remained in silence, staring. “You’ve still got an hour before work, so you’re expected to finish all of these before then.”
“Three?! I can–”
“Yeah, three. If you need to, put something mindless on to watch. I want you fitting into my clothes a bit better before Christmas this year. Us big beef patties have to look well-fed for that time of the year, after all!” Angus smiled playfully towards their smaller partner. His plan was to make sure Justin had no argument for eating, if he didn’t want to worry about leftovers. Justin wanted to say something, but any time he would try, Angus would just cover his ears in cute defiance. He only lowered his hands once Justin took up a sandwich and kept quiet.
This left Mica to walk into the kitchen in the nude, reaching into the fridge. He pulled out the lone sub that Angus had made for him and a jug of milk, then went to sit near Justin to watch whatever was on. After cleaning up, Angus did the same, bickering about the current antics on the TV together. They lost themselves to time until Justin and Mica’s alarms went off to signal their next plans were ready.
Mica’s sub was cleared and his jug was half cleared; Angus’s sub had met a similar fate; while Justin had barely started into his second sub by the time limit. Justin rose out of his seat to start getting ready, but as per their deal, he set the plate down in front of Angus before moving to the bedroom. This left Angus and Mica in the living room, Mica looking mischievously at his currently-fatter love. He dared not slide across the sofa, but he adjusted himself closer either way. The subs were within reach, as was Angus’s face, which meant Mica could have all the fun he wanted.
“Uh oh, you know what time it is…” Mica grinned, going to reach for the second sub. “I mean, you did say I had to be more forceful.” Angus chuckled and nodded, but he also reached for the sub. He wasn’t as interested in the forceful feeding aspect of the kink, and knew his own pace better than others. “Aww. No, c’mon.” Mica grabbed the sub first and kept it out of reach. “At least let me feed you this one.” Angus relented, leaning back against the sofa instead. Mica squealed and got closer, lifting the sub against Angus’s mouth to let him take his own bites at least. Though, now that they were alone, Mica thought out loud to his lover. “Are you sure we should… hold him to his words like that?”
“Well, what about… a safeword?” Angus offered mid-chew. They allowed him to clear what he had out of his mouth before continuing, though. “A word so unnatural in his daily life that, only if he were truly serious and not wanting to continue would we allow that to be his way out.” Angus mused against him. “Maybe he’d agree to that?” With that, he took another large bite out of the sandwich.
“Oo, like rutabaga? Does he even know what a rutabaga is? Do I…?” Mica trailed off, slipping some of his internal thoughts out loud. “Nah, too unnatural even for me. That’s going to be tough, as you know the games you two play are kinda different from mine.” He took a bite out of the sub himself, helping Angus clear it a bit more. Without waiting, he placed the sub back down on the plate and kissed his lover on the forehead. Then he arose to start getting dressed himself.
Angus leaned forward to pick up the plate and continue on the leftovers as he thought some more. After some time, Justin and Mica returned from the bedroom dressed for their appropriate destinations; Mica, to the gym, and Justin, to go work at the fast food chain Speedy Chicken. Angus arose to see them both off, wiping the crumbs from the subs off of his face.
“Think of something you’d never regularly say while you’re working, Just. Just when you can. We can stop forcing you if you were ever to say it to us together, ok?” Justin nodded at Angus’s suggestion. “Other than that, you better expect to come home fed and ready to be stuffed. I’m serious, this time.” Justin laughed and nodded before leaving for work. Angus turned to Mica. “He knows I’m serious this time, right?”
“He knows you’re serious every time,” Mica retorted before leaning in to kiss again. Angus playfully spanked his love on the rump and saw him off. Left to the house, he decided to clean up and relax for the rest of the day.
Night fell as Angus napped. Mica had already come and gone from the gym to his own work, leaving Angus alone for the remainder of the day. He had gamed, planned dinner by preparing what he needed, and caught up on his sleep before the others were expected to get home. Conveniently, all of their jobs had a little meet up closer to midnight, when the two would return home, only for Angus to wake up and start their dinner and hang out before his early shift at the bakery would start.
Mica was the first through the door of the two, though he often would wait for Justin to pull in so they could still go in together. Angus had already started work on dinner and told Justin to come closer before he would change out of his clothes. As he neared, Angus nodded towards the fridge.
“Get in and grab yourself a glass of your milk. Right now.” Justin shrugged and agreed. As he poured himself the glass, he went to return the jug into the door before Angus stopped him. “No-no. Go ahead and drink the glass first. You’re starting two cups a day, and you’re not allowed to take a break this time.” A grin started to form on Justin’s lips.
“Yes, boss!” He gladly started to sip on the glass. Mica snuck up and helped tip it a bit higher, surprising Justin into chugging more than he wanted. He still took it “like a champ,” Mica commented, but once the glass was empty, he poured up another for himself. He walked away from the others to sip it down at his own pace, but he still watched them carefully.
“If I have to hold him to his goals, and he has to eat everything we give him, what does that leave you,” Angus looked at Mica. Justin did similarly, which made the buff man briefly stunned. With both of their gazes on him, he just flexed his chest and kissed at them.
“I get two chubby guys to fawn over, so why not just leave the feeding to me?” He grinned at them both. Angus and Justin exchanged a mental thought between one another and said nothing back, but they all trusted him on his restraint. Justin placed his empty cup down and burped softly. “Oh, and maybe…” he pulled his phone out of his pocket and fumbled with it. “I’ll do more with this.” He had remembered at work to post an update on their shared Bodspace profile.
Justin Waters, 5 foot 8 inches. Current weight: 186 pounds. Growth: +49 lbs across 8 months