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Getting kidnapped by a witch and being kept in a cage to be fattened up would fix me
Pull up that shirt for me, tubby, I want to see how much you have grown for me. Oh, dear…No nothing, you’re just… bigger than I expected. Weren’t those jeans loose on you when we first met? God they are so snug now. You’re really spilling out of them. When was the last time you exercised love? Looking at you…. I’d say it must have been a couple of months ago. At least. You really let yourself go huh. Maybe someone got a tad too comfortable in our relationship. You’ve been lying on your back, munching on the pastries I baked for you, slowly outgrowing your clothes. Those trousers are really digging into your sides now. You must be so uncomfortable. Why dont you let me unbutton them for you, my chubby darling… There you go. Much better. Oh what is that? A stretchmark? Gosh it looks brand new. My godness, perhaps I’ve been overfeeding you dear. Mmm…. Maybe I shouldnt put quite so much butter and cream in your food…. Or bake so much for you… but i just can’t resist feeding you, seeing your face light up as you savour my heavy, rich food. I wanna keep my special someone happy, content and well fed. And dependent on me.
You’ve been such a good boy, letting me fatten you up like this. You’re so adorable when you open your mouth so obediently, allowing me to feed you spoonfuls of pudding and cream. You’ve been gobbeling up everything I put in front of you, like a really good boy. Just like you should. And you’ve gotten nice and fat as a result. Mhm, you like it when I squeeze your belly roll like this? Mhm. You like being reminded of how much I fattened you? I really put my mark on you, didnt I tubby…. God those buttons are holding on for their dear life, arent they! And you were so slim when we first met… When people see you now, they will see how well I’ve fed you. How I made you mine by fattening you up, slowly but steadily. They will see that you belong to me now.
You lie in our bed and watch me struggle to button my pants.
”Damn” I mutter under my breath, trying to force the button into the loop.
”Whats wrong babe” you say innocently.
”They just wont close” I say exasperated.
You quietly enjoy the show for a while beforing rising to your feet.
”Here, let me help you darling…”
”Absolutely not” I push you away.
”Dont be silly love. You obviously need a little help with those”
I sigh.
”Okay. Fine”
You come up behind me. Your hands linger for a while on my protrouding belly.
”Poor baby” you whisper in my ear, your lips touching my earlobe. ”Did you gain s little weight?” I grunt in response. ”Mhm… Okay love… I need you to suck it in. Can you do that for me babe? Okay…here we go…”
”Godness me” I huff, looking at my swollen reflection in the mirror as you try to do my pants. ”well i think my love for your cooking is starting to show”
After a few attempts, the button gets in the loop. You squeeze my muffin top that is spilling over the waistband.
”There you go. Can you sit down im them?”
I carefully sit down on the edge of the bed, the button creaking.
”Its digging in a bit but its-”
With a snap the button pops off and lands on the floor. My belly oozes out.
”Oh shoot. I-I think I could stand to loose a couple of pounds”
You sit down beside me, one arm over my shoulder, the other one rubbing my belly in comforting circles.
”Dont be so hard on yourself babe. You let go a bit recently, but you can get back into shape in no time. Hey how about some breakfast? I… could make your favourite. The golden pancakes with jam and whipping cream”
I hold back a moan at your suggestion.
”Mm that would be…lovely”
You give my belly a little squeeze.
”Okay love. Just stay here in bed and I’ll soon be back, okay?”
You want to slim down? Oh no no, tubby. Dont even think about it. Youre not allowed to slim down. I’ll keep you nice and fluffy, at a weight that I find appealing. You don’t really have any saying in this, dear. I put in so much nurturing and love to get you to this weight, I wont let you ruin my hard work.
You know what? I think… From now on, we are going to limit your physical activity. No more exercise, no more excessive walking. What was that? It will make you balloon? Well that is kind of the point, tubby.
Stretchmarks as a way of showing that I belong to you
What if I was sitting in your lap while you were spoon feeding me a creamy pasta alfredo? You pretend to be surprised when your hand is sliding under my shirt, finding its way to my growing paunch, giving it a teasing squeeze.
”Oh what do we have here dear? This wasnt here before”
I pant that I need to stop, that I’m getting too big. Yet, after every spoonful you push between my lips, I can’t help but moan.
”You’re getting heavy dear” you purr in my ear. ”I think we might need to put you on a diet. A few laps on the treadmill wouldn’t hurt”
You pinch my bellyroll, a bit harder than I had anticipated, I gasp and wince.
You sit in the waiting room of the doctors office, nervously fidgeting your hands. It’s time for the annual health check up. You sure had a good year, the trousers digging into your belly are proof of that.
A nurse calls your name. Are you imagining things, or did she she do a double take when she saw you, her eyes lingering slightly over your pudgy mid section? She offers you a polite, professional smile though, and lead you into the office.
The doctor, a graying fit man man in his late fifties, sits behind his desk, endorsed in paper work.
”Welcome mr/ms Y/N” he murmurs. He glances at you over his spectacles, his eyes sweeping over your red, round cheeks, budding double chin and protrouding belly. ”Well you certainly look… healthy. Shall we get started?” He gestures towards an old fashioned manual steele scale. You step on it with a loud *clonk*. The doctor raises an eyebrow and adjusts the metal weight until the scale is in balance. He looks in his notes and scoffs, almost sounding amused.
”Well well… you were close to underweight last time we weighed you. Now however… you seem to have fattened up quite nicely.”
You swallow, feeling very self concious.
”H-how much have I gained?”
”It seems to be… almost sixteen kilos”
”Sixteen kilos?” That was more than you had expected.
”Sixteen kilos” the doctor confirms ”Thats… quite much in just a years time.”
”Well there obviously must me something wrong with your scale” you say with an akward laugh. The doctor smirks. ”The scale is perfectly fine, I asssure you. Any… changes of habits recently?”
”Well…” you are tempted to lie, but the doctor looks at you sternly.
”Well what?”
”Uhm I guess I… relaxed a bit recently” you admit ”I-I moved in with my partner… They’ve been cooking a lot for me… And I haven’t gone to the gym as… frequently as I used to” your voice trails off.
”Uhuh. That explains alot, doesnt it? Well, last time I saw you, you were a scrawny little thing and you sure needed to put on a few. Sixteen kilos though… That’s overdoing it. You need to get rid of that gut” the doctor pats your tummy condencendingly.
”Yes doc” you say and and clench your jaws. How could you have let yourself go like this? Why didn’t anybody tell you you were getting so big?
”We should measure your body fat to, dear. Pull up your shirt for me, will you?”
You reluctantly pull up your shirt and reveal a pale, squishy midsection. The doctor takes a metal clisp and take a firm grip on your belly roll between his thumb and indexfinger. You feel the cold metal against your skin, and winces as the clisp pinches you.
”Godness me…” he murmurs. You swallow. ”Well you certainly haven’t been starving” the doctor chuckles as he scribbles down some notes in his papers. ”So… tell your partner to cut down on the butter and cream in their cooking. It really isnt doing you any favours. Maybe go on some brisk walks together. By next year, I want to see you trimmed down. Okay?”
You nod and manage a polite smile.
After the meeting, your partner meets you up outside the doctors office. They give you brief kiss on the lips and squeeze your sides.
”How was the doctors appointment love?”
”Well…”
”You look upset, is everything alright?”
You sigh.
”Well the doctor told me I had gained too much weight” you murmur.
”Oh love…”
”Yeah… god it was so humiliating” you press your palms against your eyes, feeling tears burn under your eyelids. Your partner pulls you into an embrace.
”My poor baby… Hey hey…. Shh… Its okay, its okay... We’ve had a good year, haven’t we? Its been so nice to see you eat whatever you want, to your hearts content. I would hate him to ruin that for you love”
You nod, sniveling. Your partner strokes your belly in calming circles.
”Screw him. Tell you what love” your partner lowers their voice to a whisper ”I just made your favourite eclairs. The ones with chocolate cream. Why dont we go home and have some?”
You can’t help but light up.
”Oh yes those are my favourite” you murmur longingly with a moan, feeling your mouth water.
”Hey I knew that would put a smile on your face” you partner chuckles and pinches your chubby cheek lovingly ”Lets go home dear, let me take care of you”