Your partner admitted they have a "thing" for big girls, but you're not really interested in indulging whatever fantasies they have. Sure, you're a little chubby, and you probably won't mind if they want to grope you in some places you're not really used to... But that's where it stops. Sooner or later, you're going to hit the gym and lose that squishiness. They're not going to talk you out of that.
But all that groping ends up being pretty fun...
They're always so gentle and sweet when you let them play with your little belly roll. Getting to squeeze those soft parts of you that you always used to hide gets them so turned on and desperate, and you'd be lying if you said their excitement wasn't infectious. You've gotten used to their groping more quickly than you expected. Last night, they didn't give your belly a *single* squeeze... And you're embarrassed that it's something you noticed.
Some part of you wanted to make sure that it didn't happen again...
Maybe it was the fact that you were having a couple of beers together, and your better judgement was a little impaired by that. But it doesn't change the fact that you ate way too much tonight. And not because you didn't notice, or because there was food to spare, or any excusable reason...
You just wanted your belly to look extra full so that your partner would touch it.
Maybe you made it too obvious when you unbuttoned your jeans just to make it easier for them to slip their hand in and give you some squeezes, but at the time, you were just desperate for that familiar groping... For some reason, you like their hands on your belly more now than you like them anywhere else.
And your partner definitely noticed...
They'd tease you about it sometimes. One time, when you were spooning on the couch, they let their hand slide up your thigh, past your hips, under your top, around to your side... and then just left it there, tantalisingly close to your soft, freshly-filled tummy. You gave them an almost pleading look, but they just grinned and looked down at the bag of chips on the table. You had just finished dinner and weren't really hungry, but the implication was clear. It only took you a couple of seconds of thought before your hands grasped the bag and tore it open. Their hand moved down to squeeze your cute paunch right away, and you couldn't help the huge smile that spread over your face because of it, as you started cramming chips into your mouth..
It was always just one-off little events like that in your mind. You didn't notice that it was becoming a pattern.
Sometimes you'd notice that they're clearly just trying to get you to eat more. Like when they'd goad you into ordering a dessert when you went out on dates, or brought you back a snack from the kitchen that you didn't ask for. But it never bothered you... Your mind just jumped to thinking about how good the belly rubs they'd give you later would feel, especially when you're extra-full, and you'd indulge their mischievous little scheme. Other times though, you didn't even notice you were playing into their fantasies... It was becoming so natural for you to eat more that you forgot why you were still scooping up more ice-cream when your stomach was already so stuffed.
By the time you realised what was going on, it was already too late.
Your whole wardrobe used to consist of loose, baggy outfits. You were chubby, so you liked to be able to hide your slightly plump figure behind less form-fitting clothes. But now, all of your clothes *actually* fit you like they were supposed to. Worse, some of them were even getting a little bit tight around your ass and you midriff... despite being size XL. Your partner didn't even try to hide their delight at how they could see every inch of you gut and thighs and love handles outlined by your clothes now.
You were pissed off with them, and blamed them for fattening you up so much, and swore you were going to lose the weight, and told them you were going on a strict diet, and... and... your resolve didn't hold up for very long. You spent two days dieting before your first cheat day, which was promptly followed by a cheat week. By the third day, you apologised to your partner for blaming them - It was clearly *not* all their fault, you shouldn't have been so oblivious. By the fourth, you were letting them squeeze and grope your belly again, because you missed the feeling of their hands appreciating your squishiness, and how incredibly horny it made you both. Within a week, you were back to your old ways, satisfied that they had promised to buy you some bigger clothes as an apology.
One night, you were both a little drunk, eating pizza. And they asked if they could feed you some slices.
This is the sort of behaviour that would have set off alarm bells a couple of months ago, if they had asked you back when they first revealed their fetish to you. But sitting there now, with their hand already holding your much thicker belly roll and clearly admiring the way it was joining up with your love handles to form a spare tire around your waist... You found yourself far too tempted by the proposal to turn it down.
Neither of you expected you to love it so much. The moans that escaped your lips between mouthfuls of pizza weren't even intentional. Feeling his firm grip on you fat gut as you lie back and let him push slice after slice down your eager throat just made you feel so helpless and subservient in a way you had never felt before... Your mind was going blank, your lust was building, and your partner could feel how excited you were getting when they slipped a hand into your panties.
"Are you... You're enjoying this, aren't you?"
You closed your eyes and continued chewing, unable to meet their gaze as they asked you the question, but the crimson colour shame blossoming on your face made the truth obvious.
"And here I thought I was the one to blame. Didn't you say it was me who was making you... fat?"
They put emphasis on that last word that sent a shiver down your spine. Your bucked your hips instinctively, making your overfed belly jiggle and pushing their hand deeper into your panties. But they pulled it back out, holding you in place by the pile of blubber in your lap. You opened your eyes and pouted at them, but they just smiled.
"I don't want to be accused of making you do something you don't want to do, baby..." they said, grabbing another slice of pizza from the box. It was the last slice. They hadn't eaten any. You had almost finished the whole box. "So, I want to make it abundantly clear to you this time..." They brought the pizza towards your lips. The delicious smell filled your nostrils, and you drool a little onto your round, exposed belly.
"If you keep eating like this, babe, you're going to become such a fat, lazy pig..." They smile at you, sending butterflies racing through your uncomfortably stuffed stomach. You squirm again, but the force of their grip on your belly roll and the weight of your fattened figure pin you in place. "But you'll be *my* pig. And I'll make sure my greedy, horny little sow gets everything she needs, any time she wants it..." Their hand releases its grip on your gut and returns to your panties, making you gasp. They use the opportunity to place the edge of the slice onto your salivating lips.
"Will you be my big, soft, feedee pig, baby?"
You take the biggest bite out of the slice of pizza that you possibly can, whimpering as the greasy, cheesy bite slides down your throat and lands in your already completely stuffed gut. They smile, giving your gut an affectionate jiggle before pulling aside your panties and making you squirm with pleasure as they continue to feed you the final slice.
Any reservations about becoming a fat, greedy pig for them are forced out of you to make room for the last of the pizza. You can't wait to give them so much more to play with...
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