FFA/BHM fiction. Themes of secretly fatteningā ļø
I hate looking for roommates, but itās a necessary evil I suppose. As I drove up to the bar, I look for someone who matches the profile picture. Brown hair, brown eyes, pretty generic. I spot carter at a table outside and make my way over.
āHey! Great to meet you,ā we shake hands and I take a seat.
The conversation flows and he seems like a good fit, hopefully better than my last.
He checks out the place and loves it so we finalize the move in date.
After a few weeks I feel like I can finally breathe because heās actually clean and courteous. We share dinner a couple nights a week and I enjoy his company, but I have a rule not to have a roommate Iām attracted to for obvious reasons.
āJust signed up for my first semester of grad school,ā carter announces at dinner.
āNo way! Thatās awesome. Youāre studying business?ā
āYup,ā he says in between mouthfuls. āWish me luck.ā
āYou got this,ā I reply.
Several weeks go by and with his new schedule heās barely around and his portion of the fridge looks more bare than usual.
āYou in for dinner tonight?ā
āSorry, I gotta study. Iāll pick something up on the way.ā
āNo worries,ā I admittedly miss our more frequent dinners where weād get to catch up.
As the weeks turn into months, Carterās food in the pantry begins to shift. Where canned vegetables and rice once stood, chips and processed snacks have taken their place. The trash is always littered with fast food bags and candy bar wrappers, and his waistline is starting to show it.
One day after class, carter yells upstairs āif youāre meal prepping can you get enough for two?ā
I run downstairs. āI might get some stuff on Sunday. Whatās up?ā
He sighs, āI gotta lose this. Cant be getting fat again,ā and with that he grabs his belly, making my cheeks flush.
Gulp. Fatā¦again? He was fat?! Be cool.
āOh come on, you look fine!ā I avoid eye contact because I can feel my heart palpitating out of my chest.
āHa, Itās not that bad but I gotta get back on track and youāre super healthy,ā he scoffed. āMaybe you can help.ā
I noticed his love handles getting a little larger but he mostly wore hoodies around me. If he gains any more weight Iāll be breaking my rule. He was already a considerable size to begin with.
āOh stop it. I think you look good, but yes Iāll make some extra for you.ā
āGod, youāre the best!ā Carter clapped his hands into a prayer pose.
When Sunday rolls around I decide to make two separate meals - one for me and one for Carter, just to wean him off of all the sodium and flavor of the fast food heās been eating. Carterās chicken gets a little bacon fat from the jar we save it in and my heart starts thudding in my chest. I shouldnāt be doing thisā¦but itās only to help him get used to healthier meals again, I tell myself, knowing deep down itās a lie. I spoon out another heaping scoop of bacon grease. Oops.
Steamed veggies and rice for me. Creamed corn and buttery mashed potatoes for him. Perhaps with a splash of creamā¦for flavor! Itās still healthyā¦healthier than the junk food heās been scarfing down every night.
When Carter gets home he thanks me and hugs me. For the first time I realize he is really getting bigger. A lot bigger. I feel his belly squish into me and notice his double chin has become more prominent. I feel faint for a moment. I want him to get biggerā¦but I canāt just tell him that!
āOh it was no problem. I was already making it so I donāt mind.ā I smile.
When Friday rolls around Carter has a few of his buddies over when I get back from the gym.
āLeslieeeee!ā One friend, I think Parker, calls from the living room. All of Carterās friends are nice and I donāt mind crashing their party when they offer me a beer.
āSee? You should be more like her and go to the gym,ā Parker jabbed carter. āI bet she even noticed.ā
I could feel the blood rush to my cheeks.
āOh shut up. If I had time I would,ā carter retorted.
āI think he looks great,ā I replied, trying to give a sympathetic smile.
āSheās only saying that ācause sheās your landlord,ā Parker joked.
Carter rolled his eyes and took another swig of beer. After several minutes I excused myself. When Carterās friends left I wanted to ask him about what Parker had said, but I was too shy. Instead, he brought it up for me.
āYou want the rest of these? Parkerās right. I probably shouldnāt be drinking them,ā he indicated towards the IPAās.
āYuck, you know I hate ear wax beer. Just ignore him. Youāve got a lot going on with night classes and work so give yourself a break.ā
He sighed. āThanks. Iām going to bed. Night.ā
āIm serious. Donāt listen to him. Night,ā and with that he smiled and headed off.
The next morning he came downstairs in a white shirt that was considerably tighter these days and basketball shorts that looked a couple sizes too small.
āOh, sorry. I didnāt realize you were up.ā He looked startled.
āThatās okay. Coffee?ā
āSure, thanks.ā I brewed us a pot and pretended to be fussing around the kitchen.
āCan I ask you something?ā
Fuck. Donāt panic. āOf course, whatās up?ā
He paused. āIām probably looking into it too much,ā he started. āI just noticed that when you cook you always make mine a littleā¦different.ā He looked at me as if expecting me to say something but continued. āThis is gonna sound crazy, but it seems like you make your food healthier than mine. Iām probably just looking into it way too much since Iām trying to lose weight butā¦ā now i have to say something. I froze.
āAre youā¦have you? I mean Iām just being crazy,ā he deduced.
āUm, well I, I justā¦I wanted it to be more flavorful for you.ā What a shitty excuse.
āOh, okayā¦well, thatās nice.ā Heās skeptical. āI mean, Parker said he thought you were staring at me but I told him he was crazy.ā He wants me to admit it. Admit something. āLikeā¦like you might like that Iāve gotten biggerā¦itās crazy I know,ā he laughed as if to make himself believe what he was saying.
I didnāt respond. I just looked down, ashamed for manipulating his food and being so obvious staring at him.
āSo, was he right then? I noticed when you make brunch you use heavy cream in my pancakes but almond milk in yours. And you always offer your leftovers when youāre āfull.ā I didnāt think anything of it at first really, until I wanted to lose weight. It was so much harder for me to lose it this time around. And I think I know why now.ā
I swirled my spoon around in my coffee mug for something to tether me down. I gulped, not ready to admit it.
āIām sorry,ā I whispered.
āWait, so itās true?ā He asked incredulously.
āSo, youāre into this?ā He indicated towards his body and I nodded.
āAnd you wanted me to getā¦fatter?ā Hearing those words made it real for me. My heart skipped a beat. I couldnāt even nod my head. He took my silence as a yes.
āYou should have told me.ā I nodded on the brink of tears.
After what felt like an eternity, he finally spoke. āMaybe I wouldnāt have wanted to lose weight.ā This perked me right the fuck up. I looked up at him, not understanding.
He had done enough talking and was waiting for me.
He shrugged. āI gotta know, what makes you like this?ā He indicated towards his body.
I pursed my lips, trying to think of some way to explain.
āI donāt know. I wish I did, but I canāt help it. Like, I canāt help liking this. Itās like it was hardwired in meā I rambled.
āHave you everā¦tried it out? Being with someoneā¦bigger?ā
āNo,ā I shook my head.
āWhat if you donāt like it?ā
āI will. I canāt explain it.ā
Trying my hardest not to get distracted by the tight tee shirt accentuating his soft body, I answered ānobody ever asks why people are attracted to abs or thin people or big asses. They just are. Itās the same way with me. Onlyā¦opposite? I canāt help it. When I was a kid I thought everyone felt like I did and I couldnāt understand why no one else had a crush on the fat kid. Itās just, like, a part of me. Like the sky is blue, fat is hot.ā
He smirked. āAh. So you must really be into it if youāre sneaking extra calories into my meals.ā Heās never been this forward.
Again, the blood drained from my face. I couldnāt bear to look at him.
āWell, itās unconventional but I think you made your point. So youāve stopped me from losing weight. Now what?ā
What the hell was I supposed to say to that? Sheepishly, I looked up.
Carter walked over to me and stood inches away, tight shirt clinging to every curve, waistband digging into his fleshy hips.
Cautiously, I reached one hand to his side and wrapped it around his back. Even his lower back is squishy with new a layer of fat now. He reached for my other hand and guided it around him so I was embracing him. Could this be real? Was this actually happening? After a few moments he broke the silence.
āSo? How is it?ā I broke away from the embrace to look up at him.
āAmazing.ā He shot me a coy smile at my response.
āIād hope so, considering you did this to me.ā He didnāt sound accusatory, just matter of fact.
āIām so sorryā¦ā i began.
āI mean itās kind of fucked up, but also kind of hot.ā He could see my visible confusion.
āYou know, the fact that you were so into me gaining weight. You were so nice about me trying to lose weight but here you were trying to prevent that. I donāt think I wanted to admit it but I could tell something was up.ā
āStill, I never should have done that. Iām so sorry, Carter.ā
āThe thing is I could tell something was upā¦but I think I liked it before I really realized it. I just didnāt want to admit it. I noticed how you added butter and salt to my stuff but never to yours. You always offered to make me so much food because I was āstressedā and needed to take it easy.ā He stepped closer, inches away from me. āYou manipulated me.ā
I never wanted to disappear more than in this moment. āI-I-I didnāt mean toā¦I just-ā
āOf course you meant to,ā he snickered. āJust admit that you like me bigger,ā he stood with his belly literally only an inch away from my body.
āI like you bigger,ā I whispered.
His lips curled into a devious smile and he shook his head.
āWerenāt so shy about adding those extra calories to my food, were you? You know I researched this, right? What is it called? A feeder?ā
My entire body went numb. I stood there in disbelief.
āIāll take that as a yes. Why donāt you just ask me?ā
āAsk you what?ā I barely squeaked out.
āAsk if you can feed me.ā
My heart pounded in my chest and I thought I was going to pass out. Iām dreaming; I have to be.
Taking his sweet time, he offered a smug smile and let out a sigh.
āEven if I say no, youāll just do it for me, right? I donāt really have a say in it. It looks like I have two options. One, move out so I can control what Iām eating and actually try to lose weight. Or two. Let you do it.ā
He looked to me for a reaction. When he didnāt get one, he stepped closer, pushing his belly ever so slightly into me. In that moment I saw stars.
Carter reached for my hands and placed them on his soft, growing middle.
In an instant we were voracious for each other. My hands tried their best to wrap around him and I dug my nails into his back fat, willing him closer to me. He pushed his belly into my small frame so hard that my back felt like it was crunched into the counter behind me. Soft moans escaped our lips as we recklessly explored each other. Carter scooped me up and swiftly placed me on the counter, his belly pooling in between my legs on top of my lap.
āGod I fucking love how fat youāve gotten,ā my breathy voice admitted.
He responded by grinding his belly into me faster.
After a few moments he picked me up and carried me to the couch. He went to get on top of me but quickly realized there was no way heād fit like that.
āJesus, I did get fat,ā he said almost to himself.
I lead him upstairs to my room where he plopped onto the bed, belly jiggling hypnotically.
Immediately my lips began exploring his obesity. His double chin begged to be kissed. His tight shirt begged to be removed. I gripped the bottom of his shirt, hesitating when he sucked in.
āIs-is it okay if Iā¦ā my voice trailed off.
āYeah, Iām just not used to it,ā Carter replied.
I nodded and slowly peeled the tight fabric away from his massive body. I was rewarded by soft flesh. Without thinking, I grabbed his love handles and his breath hitched.
āSorry,ā I quickly pulled my hands away.
āNo, itās okay. I like it,ā he placed my hands back.
Slowly, I lifted his shirt to expose the rest of his body. The thick roll under his moobs. The perfect hanging belly. Soft fat folding in on itself because thereās nowhere else for it to go. His waistband still digging into him, taunting him for his gains.
Practically in a trance, my lips found his fat belly and nails dug into his back fat. He let out a barely audible moan.
āThatās so good,ā Carter admitted, eyes closed, relishing his body being worshiped.
āItād be better if you took these off,ā I indicated, fighting to fit even my thumbs into the taught waistband of his basketball shorts.
āOh would it now? Letās get this off first,ā he tugged at my shirt and threw it off the bed, then quickly helped me out of my shorts.
He rested his back against the headboard, allowing me to climb up on his lap.
āYou tiny, little thing,ā he wrapped his arms around me. I think for the first time we both realized the sheer size difference between my petite, slim body and his obese one.
I smiled and slowly began grinding on him.
āOh fuck,ā he breathed.
I grabbed his fatty throat and squeezed, watching his fat squish through my fingers. Then, laying on top of him so I could feel as much decadent fat as possible, I thrusted into him faster, feeling him harden beneath me.
āGet on top of me,ā I practically begged.
āIāll crush you,ā he didnāt realize how much of a turn in that was.
āThatās so fucking hot.ā
āOhā¦Then in that case Iāll try. But I might not be able to hold myself up.ā
āYou have no idea how hot that is.ā
Grunting and positioning himself over me, Carterās arms began to shake from holding his weight over me.
I desperately tried to pull him onto me.
āYou masochist,ā he chuckled and slowly released his weight onto me. I saw stars.
āIs that okay?ā He propped himself up, arms shaking.
It was euphoric. All I could do was nod and reach for him to do it again. A few more seconds this time. I gasped when he came back up.
āGod thatās exhausting,ā he complained, āIām too fat for this.ā He was already out of breath.
We changed positions and the bed creaked in response, not used to this kind of weight.
Sliding him inside, we both moaned.
āOh my god you feel amazing,ā he said between labored breaths.
With every thrust his belly jiggled mercilessly. Even the slightest movement made his body sway and wobble.
I leaned over so I could sink into his fat while fucking him. It was as if every pound jiggled and swayed beneath my small frame. With each thrust I wanted to be closer, although that was impossible.
āFuck baby, Iām gonna cum,ā he could barely get the words out between labored breaths.
I bit down on his moob to silence my orgasm and collapsed on top of him. We laid there like that for a while to catch our breath.
I rolled off of him and grabbed a handful of flesh. Carter smiled.
āYou forgot something,ā he remarked.
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