Inspired by @i-thiccarus ✨💙
Written by @cherrylimebby 🍒💣
Of course, you’d insisted on not skipping dessert, and now your shirt had ridden up just enough for me to notice how round your belly looked against the steering wheel.
Instinctively, I reached over, trying to tug the fabric back down.
Instead, my hand lingered there.
There was still a little space between your stomach and the wheel—just enough for my tiny fist to fit without touching either.
“Your belly’s almost touching the wheel, Daddy,” I murmur with a smile, letting my palm rest against the warmth beneath your shirt.
You glance down for half a second, your cheeks immediately beginning to color. Even the softest touch makes you let out a tiny burp.
“I just had a big dinner, that’s all.”
“Mhm…” I hum, thoroughly unconvinced, tracing slow circles over the tightest part of your stomach. “That’s not what it looks like.”
You’d eaten so much today, and I honestly don’t think you were even trying to impress me.
I watched you wander into the kitchen still looking pleasantly stuffed from the night before, your hoodie hanging open just enough to let your sleepy morning belly breathe before the day officially started.
Like always, you started the morning with your large coffee loaded with heavy cream, and before I even brought over your stack of pancakes, you were already halfway through your second cup.
The moment I left for work, my phone was flooded with pictures of every snack you found throughout the day, accompanied by little updates about how full you still felt.
So, naturally, when I clocked out, I decided we were going to the buffet.
Anything to spoil my piggy.
I was finished after my first plate.
You were only getting started.
Every time your plate emptied, I found myself walking back for another one before you even had the chance to ask.
Watching you eat was strangely satisfying.
Every time I reached across the booth to rub your belly beneath the table, I caught the way your expression softened, how your cheeks warmed just a little more.
When you asked for dessert…
❤️🔥That might’ve been my favorite part.❤️🔥
You laugh, catching my wandering fingers before they can slip any farther.
“Princess,” you chuckle, “I’m driving.”
I exaggerate the biggest pout I can manage before settling for leaving my hand on your thick thigh instead, giving it an affectionate squeeze.
I love being a little bratty for you.
“I just think…” I tease, “…you look like you’re due any day now.”
Your ears turn pink, and I catch the tiny smile you’re trying so hard to hide.
“It’s all your doing,” you mumble. “You fed me in there like I was eating for two.”
“I think it looks really good on you,” I admit, unable to hide the admiration in my eyes.
I lean over, noticing the buttons on your shirt barely holding on anymore. Slowly, I begin undoing them one by one until your belly finally settles comfortably beneath the loosened fabric.
Your whole expression softens.
“Watching you grow into yourself… seeing your clothes fit just a little tighter every week… the way you unconsciously slow down because you’re carrying so much more of yourself now…”
“I didn’t expect to gain this quickly,” you sigh, relaxing as my hand gently cups the softness of your lower belly.
“It’s ridiculously cute.”
You pull into the driveway, shift into park, and turn to look at me with that expression that always manages to make my heart skip.
“What are you doing to me, Princess?”
“Me?” I ask innocently. “You’re the one walking around the buffet with a full plate, looking all handsome in those little tight shorts.” I say as if I had no doing in that buffet.
My fingertips drift down to your thighs, gently squeezing the softness spilling over the fabric.
You lean back against the seat with a quiet sigh.
After a long moment, you shake your head, trying—and failing—not to smile.
“I swear you enjoy embarrassing me.”
A beat passes before you add with a quiet laugh,
“Seeing me all fat and helpless for you.”
Before you can protest again, I lean over and steal a kiss.
You smile into it almost immediately.
One hand finds the back of my head while the other settles over the hand that’s still resting against your belly.
“I used to be hot…” you murmur quietly, your voice brushing against my ear. “I had abs people were jealous of.”
You glance down at yourself before looking back at me.
Your hand guides mine against the softness of your belly, encouraging me to hold it just a little tighter.
“You know…” I manage, my voice barely above a whisper, “…I still think you’re ridiculously hot.”
You gently curl your fingers into my hair, just the way you know I like.
I grin so wide it almost hurts.
“My very well-fed, wonderfully rounded fat daddy.”
You let out an exaggerated groan, already knowing I’m never going to stop teasing you.
✨Neither of us wants me to.✨
For a long moment, neither of us says anything.
Just the quiet hum of the cooling engine filling the silence between us as we give into our passionate kiss making us both breathless.
Then you let out the tiniest laugh.
“I don’t know what I’m going to do with you.”
