You are greeted by your favourite soft strawberry lips, rosy cheeks, and round eyes that only grow wider as you place dessert on the table. “Eat up baby” you say as you plant a kiss on his cheek and perch in the seat opposite. He sighs in pleasure as the lemon oozes out of the meringue pie and into his mouth. Soon his tummy will be warm and full.
Nights like this are becoming the new normal for you two, and you are starting to see the effects on his middle. His flat torso was becoming softer and pressing into his shirt, cheeks growing rounder, and thighs blooming into the free space on the chair. When he’s finished he looks sleepy and content. But not too sleepy to return the favour.
He takes your hand and pulls you into his lap, kissing your lips and trailing more gentle kisses down your neck. “You didn’t have any dessert” he says softly. “It’s ok, I like making it for you” you reply as he pulls you closer. He makes quite a comfortable seat. You can feel his packed tummy pressing into you as you kiss. “Let me make it up to you” he whispers.
You come home from work to find him snoozing on the couch in a fluffy white sweater. Weeks of over-indulgence have left him with an equally fluffy tummy nestled happily underneath the jumper. You can see it moving up and down with each quiet snore. Cute.
You move to the kitchen and start making dinner. As the smell wafts though the house, you feel something soft press into your back, then two fluffy arms snake around your front.
“Mmmmm” he replies, half asleep.
You wake to a huffing noise coming from the walk-in-robe in your bedroom. Quietly making your way out of bed, you peak your eyes around the corner.
He’s trying to wiggle into a pair of jeans he hasn't worn since you moved in together. He has managed to pull them over his plush behind, but is having trouble with the button. He sucks in his tummy and tries again, unsuccessfully, and makes a huffing noise. As he exhales his round tum bounces back to it’s former glory.
“Having trouble?” you say.
His cheeks grow pink when he realises he’s being watched.
“I think these are a little bit small” he says quietly.
You wrap your arms around him from behind and place your hands on the soft dome of his belly.
“You’ve just grown a little bit” you reply while softly patting the widest part of his tummy. He relaxes into your touch as you start to rub his sides.
“I’ve been so hungry” he whimpers quietly “I didn’t mean to get bigger”.
“I like my chunky baby” you reply softly and plant a kiss on his plush cheek. He giggles.
He yawns, stretching his arms after the movie ends and you notice that his shirt can no longer contain his growing belly. He pulls it down but it springs back up, letting you keep your view of exposed tum. You reach over and give the visible flesh a gentle poke.
“Looks like it’s time to go shirt shopping” you tease.
He pulls down his shirt again and it springs back up. He's been stubborn about replacing his shirts “It’s only the jeans that need replacing” he had insisted. He looks a little worried so you climb onto his lap and press a gentle kiss onto his clothed tummy. He makes a pleasurable gasping noise so you pepper more kisses onto his soft middle.
You’re making dinner a few weeks later when you feel that familiar softness squishing into your back. The same fluffy arms find your waist. You turn around to face him and realise the space between you has grown. The plush tummy in between you makes a rumbly noise and he blushes.
The bigger he gets, the needier he becomes. You’re trained to notice the blush in his full cheeks and go into pamper mode. He needs to know how pretty and soft he looks.
You crouch a little and place your ear against his middle and it rumbles softly. You pat it and reply.
“Thank you, I know I’m a wonderful cook.”
The belly grumbles back. You look up at him, from this angle it looks like he has a double chin as he meets your eye contact.
“Talkative today” you say and he smiles gently.
“What’s wrong baby?” you ask. Usually cooing at his growing midsection was enough to make him melt.
“I feel really fat today.”
“Fat? No way. Stand back and let me look at you.”
He moves back across the kitchen.
He rolls his eyes and spins around slowly.
“I think fat is the wrong word.”
Your eyes examine him hungrily. His cheeks were precious and full and his jawline had definitely softened. The obvious changes had occurred around his torso. The fluffy jumper that had once been oversized was now quite snug. You could see cute love handles forming over his sweatpants and the outline of his bellybutton. His thighs had thickened to support the rest of his body. He looked like a beautiful fluffy marshmallow.
“I think you look spoiled.”
He pouts at this but you can see he likes the description.
His eyes widen at this. You hope you haven't overstepped.
“I like it when you treat me.” He replies softly. “I like getting softer with you”
The words ignite a fire in your own belly.
“It’s not too much is it?”
You laugh and he looks like he might cry.
“I’m so sorry my love. I just thought I had made it pretty obvious how much I love this,” you say as you place your hands on his sides, gently framing his tummy.
“You like that I’m bigger?”
“Oh baby. I love how chunky you are. You look delicious.”
He can’t look you in the eye.
You inhale sharply. Does he know how worked up you’re getting?
“It’s just that, I can’t seem to stop eating,” he continues “my tummy has a mind of it’s own” he says and rubs his middle. You feel like you might pass out from how cute he is.
“And I…I love feeling round, and soft, and…full”.
He looks up at you shyly, round eyes searching for approval under his long lashes. He looks alarmed when he notices your stunned expression.
“You know how good you feel when I make you dessert?” you ask. He nods, confused. You continue, “What you just said…makes me feel that good”.
He blushes and smiles. “So, you really like this?” he says, taking your hands and pressing them into his squishiest spot.
You grab onto his pudge and he squeaks excitedly.
“I don't know how much clearer I can make it. I’m very turned on by your body, yes.” You reply.
You serve him a heavy slice of sticky date pudding and spoon some ice-cream on the side.
“Some pudding for my pudding” you say and rub his side before sitting down to start eating your own much smaller piece.
He makes happy noises while digging into his food and you watch contentedly. When he’s done, he takes your hand and pulls you onto his lap. There is a lot less space there for you lately, but he insists on having you close.
He kisses you and it tastes like caramel.
“Thank you for dessert,” he says while kissing down your neck. “How can I make it up to you?”
You look into his pretty round eyes, he wants to treat you.
“Can I rub your tummy?” you ask shyly. Now that he knows you're attracted to his growth, he's become more confident around you. In turn, you feel a little exposed every time you let your fingers flutter over his soft flesh.
“That’s all you want for dessert?” he asks incredulously. “Seems like another treat for me.”
“That’s all I want” you say as you slip a hand under his shirt.
