There’s something about you after you’ve had a full meal. The way your eyes get heavy and lidded, belly all soft and pliant beneath his hands.
“Ugggghhh I ate too much,” You’ll pout at him, leaning back into the truck seat. He always chuckles a bit, quiet rumble of his chest like gravel as he pats your thigh.
Did they get bigger too? Fuuuuck, it sure feels that way.
He attempted to stifle the throbbing of his cock, shifting slightly as he squeezes your leg. When he looks over, you’re facing the window, humming to yourself, belly loose in that pretty black dress you just bought.
He loves it.
loves fattening you up. loves knowing the plastic card in his pocket did that, that his hands were the one to coax the extra bites down your throat.
you just look so beautiful, so….cute.
with your arm draped lazily over your waist, brain now shut off to the world. you never used to let him see you in such a light, wouldn’t even pick up the fork when you went out, but he found the weak spot, poked at it, and now his hand is massaging your stomach as he drives.
you make small noises everytime his fingers mesh with your skin, blinking wearily against the bright street lights. like a dog on its back, practically drooling as he rubs back and forth, thumb soothing you just slightly when he rests.
eventually, when you get home, he watches you shower through the glass door, is silent as you hum, loving every ebb and flow of your skin. like waves of the ocean that comply to every touch of his fingertips.
every small step of your sweet feet has the skin on your thighs, your belly, your tits, moving so flawlessly. so effortlessly.
you’re still sleepy when you step out, dripping wet and baby smooth. he’s sitting on the toilet seat, holding a towel. the sweats he has on do nothing to hide the boner you give him, they just accentuate how chubbed up he gets.
you have a way. simply just by existing.
he loves to watch you lotion, maybe even coerces you into doing it himself when you’re tired enough.
he’ll warm it in his palms, using calloused hands to spread it over your thighs, grasping as much of them as he can in the palm of his hand. the same with your belly. fuck he loves it.
and when you put his shirt on, the faded yardbirds tee that goes just past your hips, leaves those little crescent moons under your ass right for him to see. to gawk at.
and when you lay down, rustled covers under your bare pussy, bare thighs. fuckin’ hell, he’s ruined.
he comes by, runs his hands up your calf, squeezes your knees, finds your belly. he can’t help but crack a crooked grin at the way it pokes out, warm pieces of bread tucked away and making you nice and cozy in his bed.
you’re happy, healthy, alive.
like the little kitten you are, the little pup, you mewl, eyes fluttering shut.
“mmmm i like when y’ do that honey,”
“that right baby?” he slips his hand under the shirt, skin on skin, and his heart is pounding in his chest.
“mmhm, feels nice.” your speech is slurred, and he knows your on the cusp of sleep.
he nods, melts when you start to lazily rub his forearm. “yeah luv, real nice.”
maybe you’ll forget you brushed your teeth if he offers you some cheesecake?
on second thought, he might just fill y’ up with his own cream, load you up with a baby riley. anything to keep you this way. to keep you nice and plump, nice and thick. with a little sweet in there, fuck, those tits will get even bigger, thighs even wider.
Thinking about how soft post-serum Steve is. And I'm talking physically soft. It's one thing when he's working out and exercising and his muscles are all flexed and hard, but when he's relaxed???? His biceps, pecs and tummy must be so soft and squishy and I can't stop thinking about how nice it would be to hug him and squish him all over 🥺
i hate the fact that the cute girl on the basket ball team that signed my year book with an "I love you <3" and listens to me ramble about history has heart emojis next to my name under her contacts.
like broski wtf we aren't dating and i'm not in love with you no this is a completely heterosexual platonic bond we have mhm
