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Chapter 12 And there I was. Enjoying my couple life like never before, feeling truly important and stronger than ever. Playing at being the caring “wife” who has always the perfect dinner ready for her man, and even enjoying seeing her sweet “hubby” getting softer. “Of course he is not in shape as he used to be” I rationalised “He is not a personal trainer needing to impress young women at the gym anymore. He has got his woman now! It’s just normal he lets himself go a bit. It’s just part of being relaxed in his relationship!” Yep, that was what I started to think that winter. Those added pounds were just the result of being comfortable and relaxed, they were “happy pounds”! I liked the idea. It helped me not feeling guilty for having ruined his shape by cooking too much. On the contrary, sometimes looking at the new softer version of Brian I was feeling even proud for having contributed to build that “happy hubby look” on my man. Of course we were not wife and husband yet, but I thought we were heading in the right direction. Speaking of married couple, I wondered if I had been equally proud of my softer Brian in front of my friend Amy and her new husband.. probably not. Anyhow, that wasn’t an imminent concern. Back to the real life, not much had changed. Our routine kept going smoothly and happily. The only new thing was that I was feeling more and more comfortable around those 18 extra pounds. I knew they were there, I knew where they had come from, and I could see Brian was getting surprisingly more comfortable around it too, which I found very liberating. I also knew that I could play with it and tease him a bit, which was so cute. And I was quite determined to enjoy it as much as I could till it was there. After all, it was all happening in our intimacy. It was just our little secret. Well, at least that was what I thought till we visited my parents that winter, we actually spent a whole week there, and it really marked a further step into that strange journey of acceptance I was developing of Brian’s gain. It all started the very first lunch we had with my folk when we arrived there. It was a comment from my dad that nearly went unnoticed. I was sitting on one side of the table with my mom and making conversation with her, as Brian and my dad were sitting on the other side and chatting about Brian’s job, when I overheard my dad saying something like “You must have had many of these work lunches lately, uh?” I was not sure if I heard it right, but by the tone and the way he was looking at Brian I thought he was implying something. Unfortunately I couldn’t grasp any more than that as my mom was asking me about my own job. At the end of the meal my mom went to the toilet as my dad got to up to pay at the counter. I took advantage to go and sit next to Brian and chat a couple of minutes with him.. I asked him if he was “surviving” my parents or if he was already overwhelmed by them. Also I had a better view of my man. He looked great, he looked happy and smart in a pair of trousers and a white shirt that he used for his work meetings. Just a bit of “fullness” was noticeable around his midsection, which I loved to see. I let my eyes fall on that a few times during those 2 minutes. That waistband just a bit tight, those few buttons of the shirt just slightly under pressure. “Mh, looking good” I thought to myself. And I knew it wasn’t just because of the lunch, I had grown used to that sight over the past few months, but I was happy to see what probably triggered my dad comment. He hadn’t seen Brian for nearly half a year, probably he noticed he looks fuller. “Have you enjoyed your lunch?” I couldn’t resist to ask. He nodded satisfied. “Good, because I’m afraid it will be just home meals for the rest of the week..” He said my mom was a good cook so that wasn’t a problem at all, and he was right, my mom can surely cook. My only disappointment was to think that the only comment on Brian’s gain would have been that overheard thing my dad said. It felt like a teaser, I would have liked something more. Well, I didn’t have to wait much. That night during dinner my dad commented again, and this time he wasn’t as cryptic. He outright said Brian’s was growing a bit of a belly. Wow, that came so unexpected. I could see Brian was taken aback, and embarrassed. I also was surprised, but I found myself laughing and jiggling. The all situation was so funny, just when my mom had offered a second helping to Brian, and it all stalled at my dad’s comment. I was so happy I managed to speak between the laughs “yes mom, he never says no to a second helping of such good food!” I loved I was able to say that. I even stressed the ‘never’. It felt so good to openly tease my boy for being a good fork, just after his little belly had been mentioned. It was like saying “Yep, my man is putting on weight, and it is all because he loves his food!”. Brian had started relaxing and smiling too, even though his face was still reddened by the embarrassment of the situation and his eyes were watching with a bit of concerned his plate being filled again by my mom. I knew he could handle that, maybe he felt a bit under the spot eating after those comments. “Ok” I thought “I’ll make sure he gets extra cuddles tonight!”. I couldn’t believe how at ease I felt after that. The rest of the week went by on the same note. We had a few things to do, relatives to see, but mainly it was relaxing and chilling out at home. I helped my mom in the kitchen and Brian and my dad watched a lot of sports on the TV. And there was nearly no meal that went on without a hint or a comment on Brian’s newly disclosed big appetite or little gain. Always in a very light hearted friendly way of course. Whether it was my dad jokingly mentioning a sale on a clothing shop in the nearby “just in case somebody needs new trousers”, or me pushing the cheese platter towards Brian at the end of an already very good meal saying something like “just in case it wasn’t enough for you..”, or even my mom, she is not much of a joker, but one night she had an extra slice of cake she didn’t want to put back in the fridge or throw away, so she placed it in front of Brian and said “looks like you’re the man for this job!” She also mentioned Brian’s gain as we were in the kitchen, just me and her. It was a very casual conversation from her side, she had no idea how exciting it was for me though. She was just chitchatting as she said she had seen a program on how office jobs are expanding our generation waistlines “Does Brian spend many hours in a office?” Oh my god, my mom was associating Brian to an ‘expanding waistline issue’, that felt so weird. And hot. I replied that Brian’s job was mainly an office job indeed, with many meetings with clients, so maybe the stress can have contributed to adding some pounds. She nodded as she was cutting meat chunks for a casserole “How much has he gained?” she added. What?? My heart skipped a beat. I was definitely not expecting such a direct question. What was I supposed to do. I considered saying I wasn’t sure, or downplaying it a bit. But once I overcome the initial shock I replied trying to sound as casual as she asking “Eighteen last time we checked.” Wow, I felt a thrill going up my spine. “Eighteen?” my mom sounded genuinely surprised “that’s a lot!” My dad came in looking for a couple of beers and the conversation changed, which was probably good as I had started feeling weirdly hot. But my mood for the night was set, and I had only one way in mind I wanted to conclude it, and that envisioned me on top of my man. Sitting at the table for nearly 2 hours at dinner didn’t mitigate my mood at all, especially as I watched Brian politely accepting a second round of my mom’s casserole, washing it down slowly but surely with a couple of beers, before my dad started glorifying his friends cheeses, explaining the ins and outs of their production and seasoning, and obviously making sure Brian had a piece of each of them to know what he thought. A good bottle of wine was opened because of course you can’t have cheese without wine, and more than a couple of glasses were required to accompany that “little” cheese tasting session. Soon later I was lying in bed with my crotch hot and soaked. I was so ready to go as Brian came out of the bathroom and lied down face-up with a little groan. I was already hugging him and I asked what was that for. “Oh nothing, just too much cheese.. and I feel so tired..”. I put on a little pout on my face and said “Oh honey, I hoped you were enjoying your dinners..” I was not really interested in any answer, I just wanted him to be in a good shape for some sex. Instead he started “Oh sure I am, I mean the food is great and I like your parents.. just I’ve been eating a lot and..” I interrupted him there, again I had waited too much, I simply said “honey, I’m horny!” He looked surprised, and he said he thought I had a policy of no sex at my parents. Well, that was true but “I’m just too horny tonight!” My hands were already stroking his penis which responded so quickly putting a big smile on my face. I moved on top and leaned forward to whisper in his ear “don’t worry, I’ll be quick and quite!” As I leaned back slowly I could feel it getting deeper and deeper into me. I was already moaning. I left my head fall backwards, my eyes closed, my mouth open, as I went up and down very slowly. Just a few movements and bang! I exploded. I had to lean forward quickly and throw my face on a pillow. I couldn’t help myself moaning but I didn’t want to be too loud. “Oh my god that was so intense!” I let out then. Brian was looking at me surprised “Did you just come in like 10 seconds?”. Yep, he sounded really surprised. “I told you I was horny!” We both laughed, till my hand grabbed his dick firmly and I put on my sexy face “Don’t worry, I’m gonna take care of this big boy here too!” as I started stroking him up and down.

Chapter 11 Wow, that was mind blowing! Was it even real? My man coming back from work already stuffed, me pushing more food into him, his trousers undone, my hands on his erection.. the sex! Everything seemed unreal, like it belonged to a fantasy. I didn’t even know I had those kind of fantasies. And the power! I hadn’t felt so powerful ever before. That also was a good feeling. I loved that night. It was a bit scary too. “Who am I?” Definitely food for thought there. But the pleasure was so real. And it was for both. It was also pretty complex. There was some pure physical pleasure in the sex, there was some intellectual one in feeling dominant. Yes, I had surely started to love being on top, being the one riding my man, pinning him down to the chair or to the bed with my body. Despite being smaller than my man, I was doing it! Keeping him down with pleasure. Then there was the food. I couldn’t deny it. I was happy to see him eat. I was happy to see Brian appreciating my food. But what had started as a misjudgement had become something else by then. I was happy to see Brian over eat. Initially I was cooking too much just because he had told me he was a good eater with a fast metabolism. But by then it was clear that my cooking had exceeded his metabolism. Still I was happy to see him cleaning his plate. That was weird. Of course I had occasionally tried to restrict his portions, but that never lasted long. The pleasure I had in feeding my man was bigger. Of course I thought there was nothing wrong with being happy to cook something nice for your man. But was it simply that? I would lie if I say I wasn’t happy to see Brian cleaning his plate also when he didn’t need to, like when he was going through my second helpings, or those treats after dinner, just out of gluttony. I knew he had eaten enough, I knew he had all the calories he needed to feed his metabolism, and all the food he needed to feed his hunger. What was the rest feeding then? Was it just feeding my pleasure? Surely seeing him enjoying an extra portion made me feel good. Many times he was full, then he got a bite of a cake of mine and wasn’t able to resist, and got the full slice. I knew I had cracked his metabolism with my cooking skills and generous portions. Eighteen pounds were surely a sign of that. And I felt weirdly powerful for having done that. But was it all? Did I spot signs of cracking his willpower around food too? Was my food so good, was I so good, to make him vacillate in front of my culinary temptations? That also was making me feel powerful and important. Let alone making him always hard whenever I wanted. And then there was the weight. Those 18 pounds of sweetness he had put on in that time. That happy coat that did such a good job in hiding his six pack. That soft layer that made him so much more human. All of that was talking to me saying “Ops, sorry for being here, but You are actually the reason for all of this. You have created these love handles, and this softer pooch here in the front, and this slightly sunk belly button. You are just too good to be resisted, even Brian, the former ripped personal trainer, can’t resist you!” It felt quite an achievement to have done that, somehow. I mean, it’s not difficult to add some weight on a sedentary chubby man. But to add some weight on a fit active one is a different story. That was also there to testify what an impact I had on Brian’s life. If, for the first time in his life, he didn’t have a six pack anymore, if he was then bursting at the seams of his trousers, it was all because of me. Whether I did it or he let me do it, that was something than nobody else in more than 30 years of his life did. I had an impact in his life. I felt important because of that. Surely we both had an impact on our lives, we were different on many aspects as a results. In his case the difference extended to his waistline. That was funny. That was cute. For the first time I had a clear feeling about that. “I want to keep that sign, I want him to keep those pounds.” It was like my signature on his life, I thought. Why should I want him to lose it? Well, one reason was external pressure. “What will my friend Amy say about that?”. Of course six packs are more popular than normal soft abdomens, but was I ready to give up my signature for some peer pressure? I didn’t know. The fear of Amy’s possible reaction was fading away during that winter, as Brian and I were enjoying our couple life to the max, and our “eating a bit too much, squeezing into a bit too tight trousers” was just our intimate thing. Anyhow, it’s not that I was thinking of Brian’s weight all the time. Those were just occasional thoughts. There was much more to our relationship. I didn’t even want to make him fatter. I was simply coming to a resolution of keeping those extra pounds on him for a bit longer, and try to enjoy them without worrying too much. Actually, there was one spot of bother that started bugging me: what if he actually slims down right now, what if I lose my new toy just as I’ve started having fun with it? But I thought I knew how to tackle that.. “Honey, dinner is ready!” Ok, since I had come to the crazy resolution of intentionally keeping the extra weight on my man, I had to do something about his trousers. He had clearly grown into them a tad too much. No wonder I had started to spot a red mark around his waist that winter. Remembering the strain on the button and the seams the morning I sneaked into our bedroom as he was getting ready, I could only imagine how uncomfortable it was to wear them all day. I needed him to feel more comfortable in his clothes if I wanted him to relax and keep the pounds. “Wait a second!” I thought “Am I really making a plan to prevent Brian from losing any weight?” That thing started to sound crazier and crazier. “No, I’m just doing it for his sake.. he needs new trousers” Of course cooking less would have also addressed the issue. “Whatever, I’m going to buy him something new right now!” And off I went. Not before checking what size he was though. In his wardrobe most of his trousers were size 30, so I knew what to look for. One of the shops at the mall down the road was my favourite. I used to shop there for myself and I liked their man section too, so it was a good place where to start. Still I was taken off guard a bit when the salesgirl approached me “Hey Eva, looking for men jeans?” Carole knew me as I was a regular customer “Hey Carole, oh yes.. it’s for my boyfriend”. “Great, what size is he?” Here is where she caught me off guard “He is a size 30.. well, no.. I think 32 actually now..” Silly me. Carole smiled warmly as she added “I see.. a couple of winter pounds..” Carole had never seen Brian, which made me feel sensibly less embarrassed, still not completely comfortable “Yes.. I guess..” I replied hesitantly as Carole was already busy pulling out something for me. The embarrassment was completely gone by the time I was back home. I was actually happy with my shopping and excited to see Brian. I was actually feeling quite confident again, and looking forward to what was going to come. “Hey honey, got you some new jeans for you. “I think you used to be a 30. These are a 32..” Wow, did it feel weird to say that, so obviously implying he had outgrown his trousers. And I made him trying them on. I was actually surprised.. they were fitting him perfectly! I mean.. too perfectly, nearly as a glow. And that was standing still. As he moved a bit I could tell they were actually on the tight side. Maybe I shouldn’t have been so surprised. He had clearly outgrown his size 30, obviously a 32 wasn’t going to look loose on him. Of course when I let out loud that maybe I should have grabbed him a size 34 he quickly said he was not planning to fill up any further size, rather to slim down a bit. I thought that conversation was actually pretty hot, just the part where he mentioned possibly slimming down was a bit of a turnoff for me. “Oh no honey, let’s not rush there” I thought to myself. I agreed with him keeping the 32.. I was enjoying how they fit after all. They looked smart, they were hugging his butt and thighs very nicely and despite the button was done easily, I could see his belly pressing lightly on the waistband, and rather than coming up flat from there, it was drawing a gentle outward curve. “Mh, such a cute little one!” I thought smiling. They could do for me. I just wasn’t done yet enjoying the moment “Ok, but we should go and try some more stuff.. I think you have more than a pair of trousers you are actually struggling with!” Why was I feeling so excited saying that? I liked how Brian reacted, anyhow. He was just pretending to be surprised or even offended, but he was just kidding, obviously he also knew most of his trousers were tight and he was not uncomfortable talking about that with me anymore. We were really growing into being a cosy couple. That feeling was so nice, so fulfilling. I felt like teasing him a bit more for his faked surprise.. “I’m sorry honey, but you really don’t fit into your old trousers anymore.. look, you’ve been growing here, you know?” Oh my gosh, I couldn’t believe I was saying that, and patting his little tummy too! He was laughing and letting me do. That was so cute! I just wanted to hug and kiss him, which I did. I felt so happy and protected in his strong arms.

Chapter 10 The following day I made sure to properly look at Brian in a more objective way, without the excitement of an imminent orgasm. I got a glimpse of his midsection while he was shaving, it looked softer, definitely no abs there. I purposely got in the bedroom as he was getting ready for work, he was facing the wardrobe as he was doing his trousers, but I could see him holding his breath and sucking it in for a couple of seconds before he buttoned them. That was a clear sign enough, I was done with my investigation. But just when I was heading out of the room he turned around to reach for a clean shirt and my eyes were driven to his waistband “Oh my.. no wonders he had to struggle with that”. The way that waistband was sinking in his flesh, the strain on that button, those little love handles poking out on the sides “wow, those trousers must be so uncomfortable!”. With no doubt left I went back to the kitchen to get breakfast ready. “Ok, something light today, no bacon, no eggs, maybe just yogurt and granola!” Should I let him know he looks softer? He also seemed embarrassed as he was getting dressed that morning. Maybe he was aware of his extra pounds and my presence in the room made him feel self conscious? I had surely said something about his soft spots feeling softer after my orgasm the previous night, that was in part to drop a hint in part because I was too excited to keep my mouth shut. But how do I tackle the issue now, how do I openly tell Brian he has put on more weight since the wedding? Luckily I didn’t have to do much after all. That very same night he asked if I thought he looked fatter. I simply had to say “Yes”. Which I did. I felt a bit bad for not doing anything to sugar-coat the truth. But I wanted to send a clear message. I felt even worse when he became apologetic for his gain, he looked like a child caught with his hands in the jar. And he looked so cute too, I immediately wanted to hug him and comfort him, and I did say it was not a big deal. I did it to put him at ease but as I was saying that I also felt it actually wasn’t that big deal at all. He wanted to get on a scale, which looked like a good idea to me, and since I was part of all of that it felt just normal to follow him in the bathroom. I remember him lifting his eyes and saying “188”. I could sense the disappointment in his tone, but the number didn’t tell me much. I had no idea what he used to be before, so I asked hesitantly “Is it.. is it much more than when we met?” “It’s 18 pounds more!” He sounded even more disheartened. “Holy shoot!” I thought to myself. “Ops..” came out of my mouth as I bit my lips. He looked dispirited enough and I wanted to cheer him up but I realised I was just staring at him in his trunks. “We’ll have to keep an eye on this..” he said looking down at his softer midriff. “No worries..” I said “I’m doing it already!” I actually literally was. Of course it came out quite awkward, which luckily made him laugh “Oh girl, you are so silly!” Despite the shock of coming to know my man had put on nearly 20 pounds of fat in little over a year, the biggest surprise was how liberating it was. Now that we had clearly addressed the elephant in the room, even put a number on it, I felt so much more comfortable around it. I felt free even to joke about it, and my jokes were generally received with a carefree laugh from Brian. I think he felt more comfortable too now that we were out into the open. And I couldn’t believe how open and confident I was. Few days after the “weigh-in” we were at the table for dinner. That night I cooked spaghetti carbonara, one of Brian’s favourites. So after he finished his dish I knew what the answer would have been if I had offered a second helping “Do you have any room for some more, honey?” Obviously he said yes, which made me smile and I teased him more “Are you sure?” I had been eyeing the little bulge over his waistband since he sat down and felt an increasing urge to do something about it. I grabbed the pot to fill up his dish again but just before doing it I prodded that lil bulge with my finger saying “I thought somebody looked pretty stuffed here already..” I could see his eyes widening in surprise and then he probably saw my silly expression as I was waiting for an answer, so he started laughing and told me to get lost, but accepted the refill. I liked that episode. So I started doing it more. Usually it was just light teasing, but I have to confess that sometimes it started to get quite intense, even erotic. One other night in particular comes to my mind. I knew he had been eating “well” throughout the day. I had packed his lunch for work plus a snack, and I had been generous there. On top of that he told me that it was Collette’s birthday at work, one pretty blond young girl at his office, and she brought in two cakes she had baked. Brian had a slice of each that afternoon. When he sat for dinner he snorted gently “Maybe I didn’t need that second slice of Collette’s cake” he said complaining he was still a bit full. I saw his hand going down under the table, probably adjusting his waistband. That surely had to be uncomfortable judging by how tight his trousers looked on those days. “Well..” I started teasingly “you’re not skipping the dinner I have cooked for you because of Collette’s cake, are you?” Obviously I was joking and it made him smile and distracted him from the uncomfortable feeling of his trousers “Of course I’m not, silly girl!”. I smiled as I made a good plate and pushed it towards him. “Oh maybe it’s too much” I exclaimed as I genuinely realised I had been quite generous indeed “Oh that’s ok sweetie. I think I can handle it..” Those words echoed in my minds “I can handle it”. And he did. Slowly he ate his way through all the lamb, mashed potatoes and gravy that was on his plate. I noticed the slowness with which he “handled it” anyhow. And I couldn’t fail to notice some weird excitement growing inside me at the same time. We remained sat at the table chatting about our day at work, who I met at the gym, visiting my parents the following week. Time flew. I think it was already half an hour since we had finished eating and I thought it was time to tidy up. There was no much left, a part from some mashed potatoes and gravy. I considered throwing them away but then I though “maybe he has some more room for those after all the chatting”, and I made him another little plate. I could see his surprise so I added they would have been for the bin otherwise. Well, they didn’t get to the bin. Brian handled also that. What I couldn’t handle instead, was the excitement growing into me. I could feel it between my legs, getting warmer and wetter. I wanted him in my bed! I got up to just sit on his lap instead, planting a sweet kiss on his mouth. He seemed to be please with my move. My hands went down towards his manhood. I could feel it. I lifted his shirt to have access to his trousers and two things struck me. That erection was raging! Well, I couldn’t blame him considering I was stroking him with my wet and warm crotch. Secondly, his trousers were already undone! A wave of pleasure shook my spine “Are you ready for your final treat” I said sensually, my hands both on his shaft as I couldn’t refrain myself. “Sure I am!” replied him with excitement. I realised I had been awfully misleading.. “Oh, I should have said, are you ready for your second last treat?” Of course he would have had me at the end, just not yet. “What is that?” Asked a more perplexed Brian. “That is in the oven!” He let a sweet smile escape which I found so cute “Oh sweetie, I’m going to explode if I..” Started him. My mind was spinning and I thought “I’m going to explode too riding your big cock tonight, my big man!” What came out of my mouth actually surprised me “You mean Collette’s cake is better than mine?” and the tone I used was way more sexy and teasing than I intended. That was even unfair.. how could he say no? I patted his cock briskly before jumping off of his lap and going to get him a slice, making sure it was a decent size. “Hope you like it, honey. It’s a Victoria sponge with cream cheese icing and chopped pecans and walnuts!” I tried to keep chatting as he was having my cake, I knew the situation was a bit awkward, because we were both ready for sex, so I thought chatting was a good idea, just I didn’t know what to say.. so I started with whatever was in my mind.. “So, since when your trousers were unbuttoned there?” Shoot, couldn’t I think of anything else?? Luckily he laughed. “What? I don’t know, I guess I undid them when I sat down..” The first forkful of the cake went to his mouth “..just before dinner!” “Mh, so maybe you did have too much cake at work” For some reason that night I liked playing the part of the jealous girlfriend. Another forkful had find its way in Brian’s mouth, it swallowed it and said “Well, I don’t know. It’s not that I unbuttoned them only tonight..” “Really?” that got all my attention. His fork went down to cut another piece from that slice of cake. “It’s been a few days..” the fork went up to his mouth again “..maybe a couple of weeks!” “Really?” I said again, my mind spinning at the idea of Brian undoing his trousers every night now for a couple of weeks.. And I hadn’t even noticed! “Yes..” another forkful reached his mouth “..it’s just that they are uncomfortable when I sit..” “Really?” Oh no, I said really again, I must have looked so dumb! “Yes, really!” replied Brian mocking my lack of vocabulary. “Oh I mean.. why?” I tried to strike back to sound less dumb, failing miserably. “Well, because.. that’s what happens when you put on 18 pounds, I’m afraid!” With that the last forkful of his cake was gone. I was finally free from the hypnotising effect of the back and forth movement of the fork, and I gained back my mental power. I sat on Brian’s lap again, two hands around his hard cock, and a voracious smile on my face “Maybe this is not helping either?” I said sensually. “Nope!” was Brian response as he leaned back a bit to give me more room to ride. “Well, I think I can do something, to release the pressure” I said while sinking on him.. well the rest is not for sharing here, but you can easily imagine. Just don’t think we lasted too long, I was done in 3 minutes, just couldn’t help myself that night, and he didn’t last much longer!

Chapter 9 (Back to Eva’s mind) Shopping for a new suit and going to Amy's wedding after Brian put on those first pounds felt a bit strange. Nothing major I mean, our relationship had grown much deeper than the initial appreciation of a sculpted body. Besides, he was still a very hot guy, it just felt a bit weird to do the shopping and see him wearing that suit at the wedding thinking that it was all happening because he had piled on a few pounds. I know it sounds quite normal to many, but we were talking of Brian, the guy with not an ounce of fat on his six pack when I met him, or when my friends met him. I remember the day I told Amy I had started dating Brian, her jaw dropped “That Brian? Seriously? That guy is so hot! He is like.. walking muscles and a sweet smile. He is very nice too!” She went to the gym where Brian used to be a part-time personal trainer. He had to quit at some point when his real job schedule started to leave him with not much free time. I remembered a day when Amy and I were running at the park and Brian crossed our path. He was running too, we simply said hello and I remember blushing a bit, just because it was all new and I was not expecting to see him. It was just a fleeting moment, and then I heard Amy “Oh my god, I could see his six pack through that top! And his legs.. Have you see those perfect muscly legs?” I remember feeling happy and proud after Amy commented on such a way. On the day of the wedding I was equally proud of my boyfriend, still I found myself thinking at some point "what if Amy could see underneath Brian's shirt. What would she think of his abdomen now being smooth and silky rather than sculpted and rip? Would I be embarrassed if she could spot his abs are gone? " Yes, it felt a bit weird having that kind of thoughts. It was the first time I thought about Brian’s weight gain in a public context. But I was pretty sure our little secret was well concealed under his suit. Then it happened. I was with Amy and another 4 or 5 girls, some of them already married, when the topic of grooms putting on weight early in the marriage came up. Amy brushed it away saying "oh, I don't think my hubby runs any risk there, I'm far too bad a cook." And then she added "Actually, am I wrong or Brian is having a taste of it already, even before getting married..' I froze. "What?" I thought to myself as I heard those words but before I could say anything one of the other ladies asked "Who is Brian?" Amy told her it was my boyfriend and then went on saying how good I was in the kitchen "even if she didn't cook often when we shared a place, whenever she did it was always delicious". Luckily the attention moved away from me as one of the other ladies' husband approached and she joked "Well I guess a man can't have it all, whether he has the luck to have a good cook in the kitchen or to keep is original waist size.." as she patted his husband belly. He laughed surprised saying "well I don't know what you were talking about but it looks like I came in at the wrong time". The conversation went on with mindless joking and stereotypical stuff. I was there but it was like I wasn't. Amy's words were echoing in my mind "Brian is having a taste of it already.." I kept hearing that and my mind was going on its own "What? Amy could actually spot he had gained.. maybe she was just saying that because she knows I cook well.. No, she really seemed to think Brian looked a bit heavier..” That event really struck me. I hadn’t imagined my hot boyfriend gain could have been spotted by others. And I wasn’t sure how I felt about that. I had mixed feelings. Surely I was taken aback and felt some embarrassment. I thought “Holy crap, we pushed it a bit too far there. It was our intimate game, his little gain, my little mistake for cooking too much, our little secret.. it was not meant to go beyond the private sphere. It was definitely not meant to go public.” Those were still my thoughts in the days and weeks following the wedding. It was not a big deal in the end. Amy simply asked if Brian had put on a little weight, she didn’t state he did, nor she commented negatively. Still, it was a clear sign that we were reaching the level where other people could notice. I didn’t even know how much he had gained. He said it was maybe 5 or 6 pounds, but I had the impression he was underestimating it. I thought it was closer to 10 pounds actually. Anyway, one thing was sure. It was enough to be on the verge of being noticed by my friends. How did I feel about that? Embarrassed. What if we end up going to the beach with Amy next summer and she sees Brian is now my softening boyfriend instead of that ripped personal trainer she remembers? Wow, the only idea made me laugh nervously. Such a cliché, the fit gym guy get a sedentary job, a stable relationship and grows a belly. That sounded so weird. Brian with a belly, awkward. He barely had a starter one and luckily summer was far away, plenty of time to limit the damage I thought. Not that Brian needed to lose all those pounds, just a few would do. He probably feels the same, by the way. Bursting that button open and having to give in to buy new clothes surely had made him conscious of his gain, even self-conscious maybe. I was looking for clues of him controlling himself after the wedding. Again, I didn’t want to be the one starting him on a diet, but I would have been happy to help him shed some pounds and save us the embarrassment of friends commenting on him losing his shape. I mean, I wasn’t too bothered by his little gain in private, there was even something cute about it. I just didn’t feel ready for it to go public. I was expecting to see moderation from him around food that winter. I rather saw enjoyment. I remember sitting at the table for dinner with Brian and giving him a normal serving of vegetarian lasagne I had just cooked. I was happy with the serving I gave him, it wasn’t too much, he will surely drop some pounds if we just stick to this. After the first forkful he was already complimenting me for how delicious it was. Not long after the lasagne was all gone and he was still going on with the compliments. I couldn’t help myself. I heard the words coming out of my mouths “Would.. would you eat some more?” And there I was again. Piling his second dish with no less than his first one. And enjoying watching my man eating his way through another overly rich dinner. The surprising part of his enjoyment for my food was that it was contagious. Not in a way that I started letting myself go and eat more around him. On the contrary, I found that I couldn’t help myself enjoying the view of my man happily appreciating my work in the kitchen. As he was enjoying my food I was enjoying seeing him happy. I soon found myself smiling every time he was polishing his dish. Smiling with satisfaction for having cooked something he truly appreciated and for making my boy happy after a day at work. I fell again into the habit of offering him big portions. And honestly it felt good every time he found room for some more. At the end of the day it was the best compliment a chef could look for. And Amy’s word echoes seemed more and more distant. Not completely gone though. I thought the diet could have waited till the new year. For the moment I was happy to just keep him as he was. I did my best there, also making an habit of pinching his sides and grabbing his tummy whenever I had an occasion, usually in bed. I even made a point and told him his soft bits were just the perfect balance between a bit of softness and being fit. What I was implying was “You shouldn’t really gain any more than this!”. It was a good way to keep things under control I thought, and he didn’t seem to mind too much. To be fully honest, I have to confess that I had also some pleasure doing that. It’s difficult to explain, but I did think that there was something cute in those soft bits. Maybe it was because they were the proof of my ability in the kitchen, maybe they made him seem more human, maybe it was just funny to squeeze that little fat on my hot man. Surely it started to be part of our nights, and often part of our foreplay. There were the odd nights were I thought I could grab a bit more. But it was difficult to be objective and sometimes it looked like I was just imagining it. It became more frequent towards the end of December and start of January. Maybe it was just my imagination, maybe not! Then one night I was riding him and in the excitement my hands went back to his sides.. I remember grabbing them with strength, nearly violently, thinking I wanted to come badly, and I was going to use those love handles to push harder. Now, the idea of Brian having love handles to grab somehow excited me even more.. I remember opening my eyes and looking down where my hands were squeezing. I could spot Brian’s soft sides. They looks a bit bigger, they felt a bit softer.. they were bulging a bit through my fingers “Holy crap” I thought “he has put on more weight!” Then I exploded in one of the best orgasms I can recall. “What the hell is going on?” I thought as I was recovering from that explosion of excitement. “Did I come looking at my boyfriend’s love handles.. seriously?” It felt crazy, but it felt also sweet and cute. Most importantly, did I imagine it or were they really a bit bigger than usual. I needed to investigate more. Luckily it didn’t take much to get Brian attention on the fact his soft bits were possibly growing. And he said it straightaway “I should get on a scale, and I should keep an eye on this before it gets out of control”. Yes baby, we really should do something before the situation gets out of control.

Hey thanks for your chapter!! I liked the twist you gave with a much more open and bold Eva having some fun! I do have more chapters and I'm going to publish them starightaway.. we're jumping back to a more hesitant Eva but feel free to go ahead and publish more!! Thx

Lol, no need "trying to be sexy" there, you are sexy whether you try to or try not to..

I'm amazed!!! Your boobs went from very small to juicy ripened melons so quickly! Definitely a welcome add-on!

Chapter 7 So there I was. A good career in a field that I really liked, a gorgeous girlfriend I loved sharing my time with, and a few extra pounds. Well, 18 extra pounds. Still, all considered I thought I was pretty lucky. But it was January, and January is a month for good intentions. I mentioned to Eva once or twice that I should have dropped a few of those pounds before summer. But I wasn’t taking action really. I thought I could wait a bit more, summer was still far away. There was a more pressing concern though. Most of my trousers were really tight at that point. Eva came home one day with a new pair of jeans for me. She said she was shopping for herself as she spotted a nice pair of jeans for men on sale, so she thought why not and she grabbed them. She said she could bring them back if I didn’t like them, the salesgirl was a friend of hers and there was no problem. “I think you used to be a 30. These are a 32, you can try them on!” I was not going to argue, I thought I could use something on a bigger size for the moment. I tried them up and she commented “Mh, they are actually not loose at all, I could have grabbed a 34”. I laughed spontaneously saying I was not planning to fill in a size 34, I was actually planning to slim down a bit by summer, if anything, so a 32 could do. She agreed but added “Ok, but we should go and try some more stuff.. I think you have more than a pair of trousers you are actually struggling with..” she winked. “What?” I exclaimed pretending to be offended, but she read my joke and started laughing too, she gave me a brief hug and then moved apart slightly to better look at me “I’m sorry honey, but it’s true.. look, you’ve been growing here, you know?” She playfully patted my belly “You really don’t fit into your old trousers anymore.. they are too tight!” Her warm, gentle smile made her words sound much nicer than what they actually implied. I don’t know how to explain it, but I really wasn’t shocked by my girl telling me I had been growing a little belly and outgrown my wardrobe. I’m sure I should have been, or at least concerned, just enough to try and watch what I was eating. Instead, the real surprise was that I was still enjoying her generous portions at the table, let alone her cookies and other treats after dinner. After all, how could I not enjoy my situation. I had a gorgeous girl taking care of me, preparing my lunch, dinner and snacks every day, and at nights she was usually treating me to one of her baking creations as she was snuggling with me on the sofa or in bed. Her deep brown eyes, her elegant moves, her warm smile, her gorgeous body in her sexy lingerie.. and the delicious smell of a pastry in front of me. Of course that combination of things was awakening all my appetites. And at the same time blurring my judgement. As a result, I was living the sweetest relationship I had ever had, and indulging myself as never before, both in the bedroom and in the dining room. Who would complain of such a situation anyhow? Well, not me. After all, it was not a big deal. It was just something between me and Eva. Nobody else had commented about my gain a part from her. But that was soon going to change. At the end of that February we spent a week at her parents. I had a very good relationship with them, I had met them for the first time only weeks after starting to date her daughter, and I kept seeing them regularly since. They made clear that it was not necessary to visit them “We are just happy to know that you’re making Eva happy, that’s all it counts.” But despite this approach they were actually quite happy to have us around. Eva was obviously her mum’s daughter. I mean, being a good cook ran in the family, as her mum was not less than my girlfriend. Again, my habits didn’t change much there. Also her mum would politely offer second helpings at lunch and dinner. The first day I was hesitating a bit when she asked. I didn’t know if there was enough for everybody and didn’t want to seem rude refusing. But Eva came in to help “Yes, yes, he likes second helpings..” She said with a smile. “Oh well” said her mum as she filled my dish again “he can have it.. your dad can’t, his belly is already big enough, but Brian can”. It was his dad time to intervene now “What about my belly now.. I didn’t even say a word and I still get called into”. Eva’s dad was a very playful man, he was nearly always joking. He also sported quite a big belly indeed. I was smiling at the conversation between the two when he added “Leave my belly alone. And Brian here.. he has been working on his own too by the way!” I felt frozen for a moment, Eva burst out laughing, her mum looked a bit perplexed and asked “What?” Her dad insisted that my belly looked a bit bigger than usual so her mum slowly and light-heartedly asked “Well Brian, have you been putting on weight? I didn’t know that.” Then she turned towards her daughter without waiting for an answer and continued “Eva sweetheart, do you also want a second helping?”. “No mum, I’m fine thanks!” And the topic changed. The week continued on the same note. Again I was asked about second helpings and Eva’s dad said “Come on Brian, don’t be shy now, obviously you like your food..” And that was it. Another week of being fed generously. And another week of feeling not really in control of how much I was eating. It wasn’t a crazy amount. Just a bit more than what I needed, at every meal. The feeling was very familiar though. I wasn’t eating to satisfy my hunger, I was eating what was put in front of me, in part because it was very good, in part to please who had cooked it. I had clearly built myself a reputation of being a good eater. And sometimes it felt I was just trying to live up to the expectations. It sounds silly, I know, and I wasn’t completely aware of it, but in retrospect I think I was eating in part for myself, in part for the people around me. Of course, I was satisfying Eva’s expectation first of all. When she was spending time in the kitchen to put together a nice dinner and a delicious dessert, I knew in my subconscious that she was expecting me to appreciate it. Initially that meant enjoying the food and have no leftovers. Then I guess her expectations grew to have her man full and happy at the end of the day. During that week at her parents she teased me a few times for those comments coming from them. But she did it in a very gentle way. It was usually at night, when we were finally alone in bed, wrapped around me with a hand on my tummy. “It looked like you were enjoying my mum’s food tonight!” She said with a playful smile while rubbing my abdomen. Of course I had eaten abundantly, but I thought it wasn’t entirely my fault “Like if I had an option..” I replied with a sigh. I could feel I was full, and I knew I had accepted more than what I needed just to make her mum happy. “I know” continued Eva with a big smile “it’s hard to say no to my mum.. she is such a feeder!” We both laughed gently at that before falling asleep. I was getting used to Eva’s hand on my tummy every night as she was wrapped around me. It had become our way to fall asleep. It was funny because with my previous girlfriend it was me wrapping them in a hug, and placing my hands on their tummies or boobs. I remember those tummies getting softer and those boobs getting bigger as those relationships progressed. I also remember some of them tensing up a bit in that position after they had put on some weight, trying to suck their tummies in. Being with Eva I was finally able to understand their embarrassment, as I felt the same. Curiously, I was quickly feeling less and less awkwardness around it.. It was not a secret that I had put on a bit, surely it wasn’t a secret to Eva, what was the point of tensing up or sucking it in then? A couple of weeks later we were on our bed. Eva had been joking that I had enjoyed her mum’s cooking more than hers in those two weeks even though it wasn’t true. That night I had particularly indulged in my girlfriend’s delicacies. She cooked some of my favourite dishes, lasagne and chicken casserole, followed by gorgeous chocolate brownies. For some reasons I felt like letting myself go a bit more that night, in part because everything was delicious, in part because I knew Eva would have been happy to see I was appreciating her skill as much as her mum’s if not more. In bed that night, once we were in our position, I not only did not suck my belly in, I deliberately let it out. I wanted Eva to feel how much I had appreciated her food. I was feeling way beyond full that night, and I hoped Eva could feel it too as she was rubbing my tummy. I remember my breath getting faster as she was massaging me and I felt such a satisfaction surge when she exclaimed “you’ve eaten really well tonight hon, haven’t you?” Yes, she had noticed! “Oh everything was so delicious sweetie, I’m afraid I’ve eaten a bit too much..” I was expecting her to minimise the thing, instead she teased me more actively as she patted my belly “Well.. it certainly looks like you did..” Now it was my turn to play down “I know, I think I’m quite bloated now.. hopefully it’ll be all gone by tomorrow..” Stupid move I know, that was asking for more teasing. “Of course, of course.. it will all be gone by tomorrow” she said with a gentle laugh as she stressed the “all”. When I asked why she sounded so sceptical she was pretty blunt again “Well, maybe you’ll be less bloated.. but this won’t disappear overnight” She pinched the soft layer of fat on the front of my belly and she continued “maybe we could try to work some of this off though” she was getting on top of me as her playful smile became more mischievous. My erection was solid as rock, and she was also very horny. That conversation worked incredibly well for both of us. Not sure how much of that extra padding I worked off that night, she definitely was all sweaty and panting after riding me wildly, but we both fell asleep extremely satisfied.

Chapter 6 (Back to Brian’s point of view) Honestly, shopping for a new suit wasn’t as embarrassing as I thought. I guess I had enough embarrassment “blowing up” the button of my old suit. I really can’t believe that happened. In front of my girlfriend, moreover! I still blush if I only think about it. It came as a cold shower. Even though I knew I had gained a few pounds, realising I couldn’t fit into some of my trousers was a different game. At least it was only one pair. Not a big deal I rationalized, I wasn’t chubby or anything. I was simply a bit bigger than usual, enough to need a new suit, just because my old one was really tight. So it was pretty normal to go for some shopping with my girlfriend. The wedding went smoothly, we had fun and it was great to meet more of Eva’s friends. We also started having some of them around at our place more often since then. It was October, days were getting shorter and colder and it was just nice to gather with some friends at home for a cosy night in good company, a nice dinner and a glass of wine. I was still feeling a bit conscious of my little gain, which I estimated to be 5 or 6 pounds, but I managed to keep that feeling in the back of my mind. I knew that my six pack wasn’t in its best condition, but I was avoiding to focus on it. I knew that eating less would have been a good idea to bring back my abs, but that thought was as deep in my mind as my abs in my newly softened tummy. My focus was on enjoying my time with Eva, her sweetness, her attentions, her love and, why not, her food. She was clearly happy to look after her man, and I was happy to show appreciation for her efforts. A thin layer of fat over my abs was not worth taking any drastic measure. Eva didn’t fail to notice my appreciation for her food by the way. It was not uncommon for her to take away my empty dish with a smile saying something like “You really liked it hon, I thought I gave you too much..”. I could read the satisfaction on her face. The satisfaction of a woman who sees her food being enjoyed by her man, not only out of hunger, but also a bit more, just because it’s delicious. She also kept playing with my “soft bits” as she called them. Whenever we were snuggling up at night on the sofa or in bed her hands would have slid on my tummy or on my sides, pinching here and there. It made me feel a bit self-conscious initially, but she reassured me it wasn’t too much, on the contrary, she said “it is just the perfect balance.. being in good shape, and still carrying a bit of softness..”. Sometimes she added that even if I had a bit more of that softness, it wouldn’t have been a problem. I deduced my recently acquired little layer of fat was really not a big deal. At least Eva didn’t look to be bothered. That helped me relax a lot. I even started to enjoy my girl’s funny attentions. I was pretty sure she liked her man fit, but clearly she was having fun finding something little to pinch and grab during our intimacy. I was slowly getting used to it. It was our ritual. Get comfy in bed, get a hug, snuggle a bit, her hands would then move towards my tummy to stroke and pinch a bit my soft spots. The same every night of that autumn and winter. Except for one night, when it was a bit different. It was mid January. She was riding me on top and she was clearly enjoying the ride “Oh baby I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come!!” She was moving faster and faster, she was also grabbing my sides harder and harder “Yeah, yes baby, yeeees!” Yep, I guessed she enjoyed that. She moved her body to my side and she rested her head on my shoulder. Her eyes were closed, her lips were shaped on a big smile and she rested again a hand on my tummy as she spoke “You are so sexy baby! How can I resist you, you’re getting sexier and sexier!” I smiled back, a bit confused, as I watched my gorgeous girlfriend falling asleep on myself. I was happy she considered me to be sexy.. but why was she saying I was getting sexier? I planned to ask her what she meant the following night. I was not looking forward to hearing the answer though. I had thought about it and I had formed a pretty clear idea about what it was likely to mean. I hoped I was wrong but how she grabbed my sides just before coming looked pretty eloquent in retrospect. The other thought bothering me was that after outgrowing my suit in September, I didn’t exactly cut down on food.. Eva’s smile as I went for a second helping, or when she was taking away my dish after I polished one of her generous portions, was one of the most frequent images I could recollect over those months. So I knew what I had to expect from that conversation. Still I was struck by how blunt her reply was. She did blushed slightly, but her words were “well honey, you know I like your soft bits.. I think there is just more of them now!” “Wow!” I thought “here we are.. she is telling me I’ve put on weight.. for the second time.. in just a few months”. It took a bit of an effort to openly ask her if she thought I had put on weight, pretending not to be too embarrassed. Again, I would have preferred her to be less blunt “Well.. yes.” We were both sitting on the bed, she moved herself closer and lifted my t-shirt with an hand. With the other she pinched my belly just above the waistband of my pants “Don’t you think?” Her smile was sweet and sexy. She stressed the you in her question enough to make it clear she was actually saying “Really you didn’t realise?”. She must have read my embarrassment as I was trying to answer “well, I don’t know, I mean.. maybe, yes.. I haven’t paid much attention and..” luckily she stopped my awkward attempt to reply throwing her arms in a hug around my neck and kissing me on the lips. “You don’t mind me mentioning it, do you?” She asked politely. “No, no.. of course not. I mean.. I hadn’t noticed, I should have paid more attention.. it’s good that you keep an..” I was mumbling but she interrupted me with a gentle laugh “Don’t be silly, you don’t have to apologise! It’s definitely not a big deal.. And I’m actually happy to see you’ve relaxed a bit around me”. She planted another kiss on my lips. I was finally able to put myself together and say something that made sense “Ok, but we have to keep an eye on this..” I started “Yep!” she replied perkily. “..I should get on a scale..” I added. “Sure” she exclaimed. “And if I put on any more weight..” I was saying when she jumped in and completed the sentence “we spank you on your big butt!” Not exactly what I was expecting as a reaction but I was happy she was so playful, it worked well in easing my embarrassment, at least in part. That night started a new phase of my life and of our relationship. On the one hand it made me more aware of my gain. Again, I was not chubby, but it was not just a trivial layer of fat over my abs anymore either. My body was sending me unfamiliar feelings for the first time. I would say that my stomach was still pretty flat when I was standing, but every time I was sitting down I could feel the flesh on my tummy piling up to form a little roll. I could feel the pressure of the waistband, I could feel that roll pouring out of my tight trousers and rest over the waistband. Every time I was eating something my mind was reminding me that I had already piled on enough pounds, and the tight feeling of my trousers would add a touch of physical discomfort to that mental unease. On the other hand Eva was joking more frequently about my little gain, it was in a very open and relaxed way. So much that it felt just natural and sweet rather than embarrassing. She could greet me with a big hug when I was back from work and say “Is my little foodie hungry? I’m cooking a nice dinner!” After dinner she could poke my tummy and say “How is our new friend doing here? Still room for some dessert?” She had always one hand on my tummy at night in bed or on the sofa when we were watching a movie, and if there was anything vaguely scary she would squeeze my tummy and say it was her security blanket. She kept treating me to nice generous portions and asking if I wanted second helping. I knew a positive answer would make her happy but now she was not just smiling she was adding something like “I imagined so, we have a little tummy to feed there!”. Those playful comments and the smile on her face were quite addictive. Despite being conscious of my extra pounds and of my tighter trousers, I was still indulging Eva’s food with the same zeal. I knew I was 18 pounds heavier than usual. Eighteen! I had stepped on the scale the very same day I mentioned I should have. Honestly I hoped it were something closer to 10, I was quite shocked to see the figure. Eva was very surprised too, I remember her eyes wide open with amazement, she could only say “ops..”. But that was it. It just opened that phase of increased awareness on my side, and more playfulness on Eva’s. But it didn’t change my habits one bit. I was somehow stuck in a routine that I couldn’t change. I couldn’t say why, I could only acknowledge I was. I was simply accepting the extra weight, again. After the wedding I said to myself “ok, it must be only 5 or 6 pounds, no big deal!” Now I was telling myself “Well, it’s 18 but hey, it’s still ok, that’s what happens when you are in a stable relationship.. moreover, I was even too thin before..”. I was getting very good in justifying my added weight and accepting it. Again, I was just happy to think that I would have kept an eye on it, rather than doing anything more active to actually tackle it.

Chapter 5 I didn't know how to bring out the topic with Brian. It was not a big deal for me, he looked still gorgeous to my eyes. I was simply afraid he could have been in denial of the fact he had put on a few pounds and I wanted to “wake him up” without offending him. Not very mature I know, but I went for the gentle teasing option. I didn't feel like downsizing his portion myself, but I thought that saying things like "oh, you are really eating a lot lately" or "maybe I gave you too much there?” would have made him restrict himself a bit. That didn't seem to work. I even started touching his tummy in bed. I was curious, and I needed to confirm what my eyes were suggesting. Yep, I could still feel his abs with my finger.. just a new little layer of fat was covering them. That's why his six pack wasn't visible anymore. I even pinched and grabbed that thing. I was feeling responsible for it, and I needed to have a better idea of how much the damage was. Not much I thought. Still salvageable. One night, as my hands were exploring his new softness, he even asked what I was doing. I felt so embarrassed at the moment, but then I thought I could have used that to my advantage. "Oh nothing honey, just playing with your soft bits." It felt weird saying that, but it could have helped, it could have made him aware.. I imagined. It didn't. The upcoming wedding of my friend Amy looked a good opportunity to bring out the topic again, in a subtle way. I knew Brian wasn’t a big fan of smart dresses and I knew he had only one suit for those kind of occasions. I had seen him wearing it once, shortly after we moved together, when he was getting ready for a farewell party at his office. I remembered thinking he looked terrific in it, it was definitely flattering his figure. I remembered also thinking it was fitting him like a glow. At that time I felt jealous of his colleagues resting their eyes on my flawless man.. “now” I thought “it could be a little different. It could show the results of the too many night treats.. even if it is a little gain, that’s surely not a forgiving suit, it will show it!” I summoned up the courage and suggested Brian to try it on to see if it still fitted. I knew I was basically telling him he had put on weight, and I knew he would have been surprised, but I was doing it for his sake. Still I felt a bit sorry for forcing him into trying a probably too tight suit, and realise his own gain the hard way. I can guarantee I was as embarrassed as he was once he buttoned his trousers. I was expecting them to be tight but seeing it with my eyes was different. “Oh my gosh” I thought to myself as I looked at him. That button seemed to be ready to pop and “..is that waistband digging into his flesh?” I wasn’t sure as he was wearing a white shirt but I thought I spotted a little protrusion over the waistband. I got closer to have a better look pretending to adjust his waistband. I wanted to check with my hands what my eyes were suggesting. I remember hesitantly prodding that little protrusion in the front.. feeling my fingers making contact with his belly, and then that surprising softness. Was that how his new pounds felt like? I had never felt anything so soft before. Buttoning those too small trousers must have forced his new little layer of fat to gather just above the waistband, making it feel so soft, even squishy. That felt so weird.. so much to be even funny! Really my fingers were digging into my hot boyfriend new little softness. I couldn’t believe it. It used to be all rock solid there. I had mixed feelings about that. On one side I thought the situation was a bit worse than I expected. Maybe just because the suit was really too small. On the other hand I thought it was quite funny. A smile nearly escape my lips just before Brian jumped back. He seemed to be quite annoyed. I don’t know if it was because of me or because he realised he couldn’t fit into his suit anymore. Even more surprisingly, he said that the suit was ok! The period that followed that episode was also a bit weird. Brian acted differently, like it was annoyed with me. Maybe he felt it was my fault, maybe he felt just embarrassed. That was when I decided I had to do something. I started reducing his portions significantly. It was my way to help fixing the trouser “issue”. Sure I was asking him if he wanted a bit more after each meal, and the answer was invariably yes. But he still looked upset with me. After a few days I thought that was a bit unfair, I was really doing my best to try and remedy to those few pounds I made him gain. Provided they were all my fault. But he didn’t seem to acknowledge my effort.. nor he seemed to accept any help. One night I remember asking him if he wanted a bit more pasta after he finished the helping I had given him. Again he answered in a cold way he did. I felt a bit frustrated by his attitude, I thought he was a bit childish. “Well, suit yourself” I thought as I poured him a second helping which was no smaller than the first one. Not that I was annoyed at him. We were doing absolutely great even in that period.. it was just around food and those few pounds that things were a bit weird. I wanted to tell him “oh come on honey, just admit you have put on a few.. it’s not a big deal and I can cook less for you.” But it didn’t happen. I remember seeing the surprise in his eyes when I served him that big second helping. But rather than admitting it was too big a dinner for someone trying to slim down, he quietly ate his way through that second dish of cheesy pasta. I was actually thinking there was something cute in his stubbornness. “Ok honey” I thought “but you can’t blame me this time..”. That started a new pattern. I was never giving him much as a first serving. But if he kept accepting a second helping instead of admitting he shouldn’t.. well, that second helping was going to be a generous one. I was starting to feel even weirdly satisfied every time he polished his dish twice at dinner. “You’re not going to lose a single pound at this rate!” Not that I wanted him to gain any more weight or anything like that.. I just wanted my sweet smiley boyfriend back, not that cold, detached version. Since it all started with him not admitting having grown a bit too much for his suit, I imagined it could all end if he was somehow forced to admit it. “Let’s keep those pounds on then!” I thought to myself. I have to admit that after coming to that resolution, I even enjoyed that period. “Do you want a bit more, honey?” I asked politely one night as usual. I made him a meat and cheese lasagne that night. I knew he liked it a lot. He had told me that when he was still complimenting me for my cooking skills. I was missing those compliments. But I had found a way to replace them. I gave him back his dish with a second helping which was bigger than a normal portion. I was feeling warm and happy as I saw the last bite of it disappearing into his lips. That was a lot of lasagne finding place in one man’s tummy. And that was the new form of compliment for me. After a month or so things were going back to normal. My sweet gentle boyfriend was getting out of his shell and making me feel important and appreciated again. I loved that. It started with small comments, something simple like “it was really good” or “very well cooked”. And it escalated in the following weeks to things like “you’re my favourite chef” or “your cookies are the best ever, nobody can beat you!”. That made me so proud, and I was happy again. I remember one day in particular, greeting him after work and absentmindedly asking if his colleagues liked the muffin I had given for him. The way Brian confessed having eaten his colleague’s treat on top of his own.. oh I can still see it, he looked like a shy child, afraid of being scolded by his mum. He was so cute! Of course I was not going to scold him, but I pretended. It was so nice to be back and joking about those things. I surprised myself when I told him he was supposed to fit in his suit in a few weeks. I was joking, sure, still I was impressed I was feeling so confident to allude to the fact he hadn’t slim down at all. “One muffin is not going to make a big difference” he replied coyly. That made me smile, finally an admission of having been indulging himself possibly a tad too much. Just a subtle admission though. I could have been satisfied with that. But I was feeling bold and I pushed it a bit more. “You won’t have space for the muffins I’m baking now, then!” I faked a pout. “Oh, well.. I’ll make some space for them too..” replied him a bit concerned. “Sure you will..” I thought to myself “..you always do!” I smiled in his hug as I felt an urge to have him in my bed. Sex that night was amazing. Probably because we didn’t have much of it during that weird period of “cold war”, and also because I wanted him since that hug, but I waited till we had dinner, and Brian had his treat in bed after that. I was feeling growingly impatient. I remember I started stroking him when he was still eating that big muffin in bed and something was playing on Netflix. “Hey girl, what are you doing down there?” Brian asked with a smile. “I’m hungry too!” I replied winking. His manhood was growing into my hands and I could feel I was getting wet. “Should I put this down and..” he started, but I interrupted him “Oh no, finish your treat honey, you’ll need the energy, besides.. I’m going to start on my treat too!” I said teasingly as I moved down between his legs. As I started working on him I could feel him speeding up till he put down the fork on an empty dish. It was so nice to feel we were in such a great harmony again. I hugged him strongly and planted a kiss on his lips once we had finished. He still tasted like chocolate. Then I rested my head on his shoulder and started gently caressing his chest as we were both ready to sleep. My hand fiddling with his nipples, then wandering gently down on his abdomen. I was nearly asleep as I recalled how it was when I used to stroke his six pack there. How it was then a few months ago, as I realised for the first time a new layer of softness had found its place over his abs, and how I had to dig a bit with my fingers to feel them. I missed playing with that softness during that last couple of months, I was happy to be there again. I tried to feel his abs and I smiled “Better try that suit again honey!” I said with my eyes closed just before falling asleep. I couldn’t find his abs that night.

Chapter 4 (Let's have a look from Eva's point of views, just some insight on what's going on in her mind and maybe some more description. Hope you enjoy it.) I had always considered myself extremely lucky to have met Brian. I couldn't believe he was really into me, I thought he was maybe just looking for a bit of fun. I mean, he was younger, hot, smart, with a good career and also so sweet. It felt like a gift to have him in my life. Especially after I broke up with my ex. That experience left me more frail and insecure than I like to admit. When you live for long with a partner, you necessarily end up valuing their opinion a lot. And my ex didn't seem to have such a good opinion of me. I wouldn't be able to say how it started, but at some point it was like if everything I thought or did was wrong. If I was choosing a movie for the night he would have said it was crap, better watch something else. If I was listening to a band I liked he would have said that wasn't even music. I was excited to have been accepted for a master degree in nursing till he said it was useless. I tried to cook nearly every night despite working and studying but apparently it was never good enough, whether it needed more salt or less spices, it was too dry or just lacking taste. Several time he preferred to get take away instead. I realised that relationship wasn't good for me, it was making me feel useless, lose my motivation and, generally, I was losing my happiness. I had always thought of myself as a pretty positive person, I had achieved all the main goals I set for myself in my life, but I was getting more and more distant from that. I wasn't able to recognise myself. It was hard to break up after many years but I'm sure it was the right thing to do. Obviously my ex disagreed, he said I was just being stupid, I would have realised the mistake I was doing and I would have regretted it. Instead I found Brian. I perfectly remember the first night we went out for a drink. I was feeling so insecure "what if he finds me too stupid, I don't have much to say, or maybe he'll think I'm too old, he doesn't know I'm nearly 3 years older than him, it's been so long since last time I started dating someone I don't even remember how to do it.." I was putting all my insecurity on my friend Amy. She was great in cheering me up, she said something like "Shut up Eva, that's not you talking, that's that idiot of your ex! You are great, you're smart, you're clever and you're a knockout.. just look at you!" As she pointed at my image in the mirror. Later that night I was pleased to feel that Brian liked his date too, even more I was pleased to feel he was actually interested in what I was saying. That first night was followed by a proper date, then another, and another. I was in heaven. My insecurities were melting night after night, I was gaining back my positive attitude, my confidence and, most importantly, my happiness. Only few months later he was suggesting I moved with him. "Wow, that's a big leap.. we've not been together very long.." I was hesitating more because I was taken aback than anything else. He didn't lose his humour "Oh you're so right. Moving with me does come with some danger" he paused, which created a bit of suspense "I fatten up my preys till they are chubby enough to be eaten.." He said pretending to be serious. "Oh I knew there was something just not right with you.. that's what you do to your girls!" I replied laughing. "Well, I appreciate your honesty.. I think I'll run the risk" I continued cheekily. What followed was a hug I'm not going to forget, and a long kiss. "So.. are you taking me home now, mister hunter?" I could feel every cell in my body smiling as I spoke. He did say it was true his ex girlfriends had put on weight staying with him, and he warned me about his eating habits and how contagious they could be. I thought he was talking about those silly things to ease up the atmosphere as we were walking to "our" home together for the first time to stay. But I did take note of it. I wasn't really concerned of putting on weight, I could control myself, but I was happy to learn more about Brian habits in general, and I wanted to support them. I wanted to be a precious adjunct to his life not a hindrance. If he was happy to have a few extra snacks during the day that was obviously fine with me. I didn't need to have them, but I'll make sure he doesn't feel obliged to change his habits because of me. To be honest, that silly conversation revealed to be quite important. I was very happy living with Brian, but I was a bit lost initially. We dated only few months and then I was suddenly catapulted in his life. At least I knew he was used to have a snack here and that made it easier for me to focus on something. It was fun to surprise him the first day he came back from work with a treat I got him from the shop. And I backed some simple cookies for him to have after dinner. He seemed very happy to hear they were home baked cookies, and he kept saying they were delicious. It was quite funny for me, I was definitely not used to be complimented so much for such a small thing. "Well, if this is all it takes to make you happy" I thought while I was lost in his gentle smile "then I have no problem doing more of this". That definitely started a routine. Initially he was politely offering to share those snacks or sweets with me, but I joked I didn't want to be fattened up and eaten too early, I had plans to stay around him for long. He liked that joke. I did think about his ex girlfriends a bit. I could see how they ended up putting on weight if they let his habits rub off on them. He had indeed the appetite he told me and his portion were definitely not for a girl. But I didn't see the problem.. just don't eat as much as he does. I started to find his eating patterns cute.. He was like a baby, not that I had any experience there but I knew you had to feed them every 3 or 4 hours.. That thought made me blush "maybe I see him like a baby because I'm nearly 3 years older than him..". Anyhow, I was happy to have learned his habits and to play along with it. And he was very happy with what I was doing, he said he never had such a good cook in the house. "It's better than a restaurant here now. You are really talented honey, I think every place in town would be happy to hire you". He was so sweet.. Every time he said things like that I felt I could nearly cry, especially after having been underappreciated for so long before. Knowing that my efforts were being appreciated felt so good that it wasn't even an effort anymore. I just got into the habits of cooking and baking. And the more you do it, the easier it gets. I wasn't thinking of any possible consequences. For me, I was just perpetrating his habits. I was rather afraid I was not giving him enough. I thought he could have been too polite to say my portions were small for him, so I increased his portions a bit. If he seemed to still polish his dish quickly then I would have cooked more the following day. With an insight, he was probably too polite also to say if it was too much. I did think that he was eating a lot at some point. In part because of the size of his dishes, in part because I've noticed that he had to slow down towards the end of his meals sometimes. But whenever I asked, he said that he was happy. So I kept going. Besides, he was smoking hot, my friends loved how fit it was, and I could guarantee that 6 months of life together didn't do any damage on his six pack. Oh, did I like to stroke his abs as part of our foreplay! I guessed he was really blessed with a fast metabolism, and I was blessed with a gorgeous, sweet boyfriend that I was very happy to live with. And to cook for. I remember like it was just yesterday the day I got cold feet. Not even a year after moving together I walked into our bedroom to join my boyfriend in bed and I was welcomed by the nice view of his naked torso. It was a hot day of August so he didn't have his t-shirt on that night. I took advantage of it to indulge my eyes in the view of my hot boyfriend: his broad shoulders I liked so much, his nice pecs I loved to touch, especially at night, and his stomach were his six pack was. Only, it didn't look quite the same. Shoulders and pecs were there, but the six pack.. my eyes lingered over there as I walked in, but all they could spot was just a hint of it. "Hey sweetie" His words interrupted my train of thoughts.. "hey" I replied a bit confused as I handled him a dish with a slice of chocolate cake and two spoons of vanilla ice cream.. “Wow!" he exclaimed in his usual sweet way "one of my favourite!". I knew it was, that's why I brought him a substantial slice, but my mind was running fast in that moment, collecting memories of his six pack, examining the glimpse of his stomach I just had, putting the two images one next to the other.. “he has put on weight!” I concluded. It was difficult for me to focus on the movie that night. I was instead aware of each time my boyfriend next to me moved his fork from the dish to his mouth. “It must be the night snacks” I was thinking “Of course it is.. too many calories just before sleep!” I wasn’t blaming him.. I was putting it on me. I wanted to turn to him and say "I'm sorry hon, I didn't mean to, I am truly sorry to have ruined your six pack. You don't have to eat the cake now. And you should tell me if I'm giving you too much. You said you used to eat a lot, I simply didn't want to starve you. I was conscious that I didn't pick up your habits like your exes did, but I didn't want you to go hungry because of that.. clearly I've been overzealous.. I'm so sorry!" I had all that stuff going on in my mind as he put down the fork on a empty dish and smiled to me "just what I needed!" He said. I forced a smile back and awkwardly muttered back "r-really?"

Oh wow, look at that new set of side fat rolls!!! They are so cute!! Where did you get them!

Chapter 3 Now, it's difficult to say no to a nice meal when it's truly good and you know you're making your girlfriend happy just by eating it, it's even more difficult when you start to associate food with sex. And I didn't mind if I was getting some teasing about my big appetite. I could handle it. Not that our life was revolving all around food. Not at all, we were busy with many other things, and our relationship was based on much more than that. Still, it was no harm to play with it from time to time. I remember many episodes involving comments around that subject. Things like coming back home and Eva asking if I had finished my lunch because "I know I gave you a lot today, maybe you brought some back?" And I was happy to reply "Nope, it was way too good to leave any", or at dinner after finishing my big plate I could say "wow, I thought I wouldn't have managed that, but I was actually ready for it!" I knew I was making her happy. I could see her joy. Whenever I tried to compliment her for being a good cook she would have just coyly brushed it away saying I was simply too gentle. But when I was putting the fork down after polishing one of her hearty meals I could see she was proud of herself. She was proud of making her man happy, and I was happy to give her that satisfaction. Honestly, it wasn't a big effort for me.. She really was a great cook, I just had to enjoy it. Not a bother. Actually, a spot of bother didn't take long to come. Again, it arrived in the form of a subtle comment from Eva. Well, perhaps not that subtle after all. "Honey, my friend Amy is getting married in two months and we got invited, you remember her, don't you?" she sounded quite happy and bubbly. I did remember her, she used to be Eva's roommate at some point at the university, I had met her once or twice when I started dating Eva. "I thought we could go shopping and find you a nice new suit, what do you think?". I thought I didn't need a new suit. I told Eva I had one, I would have used that. What came next is what instilled a spot of bother in my mind. "I know honey, but you have only that one and.." She looked less bubbly, as if something was worrying her "it's a pretty tight fit.." She continued with a hesitant voice "maybe a bit too tight for your growing appetite, no?". What was she saying? I'd always had a good appetite, how was that being a problem for my suit now? I'm not dumb, I knew she was implying I might had put on a bit weight. I thought that was a possibility, sure, but even if that was the case, a couple of pounds were not going to be a problem. We compromised to try it on and so I did. I felt a bit under scrutiny there, getting changed in front of my girlfriend to see if I could still fit into my clothes.. that was surely an unusual situation for me! I buttoned the shirt first before moving to the trousers. I knew that they, if anything, could have given me troubles, and I was getting concerned as I got them up. I could feel I was getting tense, "what if she's right" I thought "what if I can't button them". I felt relieved when I buttoned them up. I turned to Eva looking for a signal of approval, but I didn't find it. The expression on her face was ranging from scepticism to a kind and compassionate smile "honey they are tight.. I mean, a bit too tight, no?" She said as she moved closer. She was right, and she was being even gentle. I looked down just to see Eva reaching out and putting her hands on my stomach. She pulled gently at the waistband with one hand and tried to stick three fingers of the other in it, but with no success. I saw then the tip of those same three fingers making contact with my stomach one inch above the waistband as she gave a couple of gentle pushes. I could see her fingers sinking a bit in my tummy, and I perfectly remember the feeling of my body giving in to them. Gosh felt that weird? Such a difference from all the times I'd felt my girlfriend hands wandering around my rock solid abs. I didn't like it but I had to admit she was right. I had managed to button them but they were too tight, the waistband was making my belly protrude a bit over it. I didn’t like that either. Eva’s hands started to move to my sides, just above were the waistband was digging a bit on my flesh. I stepped brusquely backwards. I wasn’t ready for having my girlfriend probing my love handles. Even though they were probably tiny, I was definitely out of my comfort zone. And I wasn't ready for it. "I think they are ok" I said. I wasn't convinced. But there were two months left to the wedding, still enough time to lose that little bit I needed. They would have fit better then. Yep, that was my plan. Wait a couple of months and things would have gone better. Not that I really planned anything else a part from that. I wasn't going to start a diet. That would have been admitting Eva was actually right. Same about going for a run or some cardio. No. I was just letting two months pass. Eva was great, I have to confess. She understood my embarrassment, and was very respectful of it. I guess she thought I was a bit annoyed at her. She stopped teasing me about my appetite or soft bits. She was even filling less my plate. I remember having pasta the night after that episode, the portion she gave me was definitely small compared to my recent standards, and I finished it easily. The pot was still on the table. I could see the hesitation on Eva's face as she didn’t know what to do. Eventually she cautiously asked "was that enough?" I could have said yes actually, but it felt like an admission of being on a diet. "I can have a bit more" I said instead, trying to sound unperturbed. The same went on the following nights till it slowly became our new routine. Instead of piling my dish with a big portion straightaway, she was just serving me a normal one, waiting for me to finish it before asking if I wanted more. Instead of coming to bed with a slice of cake, she was appearing at the door of our bedroom and kindly asking "would you like some little sweetie thing before bed?". It was nearly a rhetorical question, I was always going to say yes anyhow. My eating habits didn't change much, after all. If anything, since I was the one technically asking for more, I found that her refills were particularly generous. I wasn't mad at her. That would have been silly. I knew it was not her fault if my suit was not fitting me as well as it used to. I was just embarrassed and didn't know how to act. I was feeling a bit bad for her actually. She clearly felt partly responsible and was doing her best not to upset me. She wasn't teasing me, she wasn't touching me.. It felt a bit awkward that we got so cold around the all thing. I didn't know how to reverse the situation though. I guessed that by saying always yes to a second helping I was still showing Eva my appreciation. And I was doing a lot of it. I definitely don't remember going to bed hungry in those two months. Still, once in bed, I was invariably having my "little sweetie thing" nonetheless. Also that was smaller than before. I mean, it could have been a regular slice of cake instead of a big one, or two cookies instead of 3. Again, I was often given the option of a top up. One night she took my plate away after I had my two biscuits and she said shyly "they were not my best, isn't it?" I reassured her they were just fantastic to me. "Oh really you think they were good? Well, there is more in case you'd like another one.." I really wanted to end that awkward "cold" period, I wanted her to know I was not upset or anything, I was missing my playful girlfriend. "Of course I'd like another one honey, you're definitely my favourite chef". I was happy to see her leaving with a smile. And coming back with the same smile as she handled me a dish with two more cookies "I was going to give you only one, but just because you said they are fantastic..". That night was followed by a nice, intense, quick "activity" session. It felt great, quite liberating, after nearly a month without sex. Definitely a sign we were relaxing again. One day I came back from work and she asked if my colleague Jim liked her muffin. Sometimes she would have given me something extra to share with my colleagues. And she was happy to hear they were appreciating her treats too. That time I had to tell her that Jim was actually on leave. "Where is the second muffin I gave you then?" She asked while putting my lunch box in the dish washer. "Well, I had one in the morning and.. made my way through the second one in the afternoon.." She put both her hands on her sides and let a big sigh out "but honey.. You are supposed to fit into your suit in two weeks!" She said with a scolding tone. I was taken aback but then I realised she was probably joking so I felt relieved and joked back "Well sweetie, I don't think one muffin will make a big difference" I said while approaching her to give her a hug. She was still in that akimbo position pretending to be annoyed at me and resisting my hug "well, to start with you had two muffins, and.." "and?" Asked I a bit concerned. "And there is more in the oven for tonight.. You will not have any space left for them!" She said with a pout. "Oh I see, well I'll do my best to make some space then". "Yes, you better do" She said, finally giving in to my hug and letting me kiss her on her lips. Those muffins followed a nice dinner, and sex followed those delicious muffins. I really needed the activity, I had a lot to digest that night. She still had a smile on her lips when she was nearly asleep "Honey, I hate to say this but you should really try your suit again one of this days.." I sighed "Yes, I'll do it.. night night sweetie" I kissed her on that smile. The following Sunday morning we were laughing so much, it was even hard to speak. "Oh, I'm so sorry hon.. I really shouldn't laugh, I'm sorry.. it's just.. It's just a bit funny.." she managed to say. It was indeed. Very funny for her. More embarrassing for me but I could see the funny side. I was in front of a mirror anyhow, I could definitely see it. I was trying my suit again and I asked Eva to look somewhere else while I was buttoning the trousers. She asked a couple of times "are you not done yet?" But I told her to wait.. I was struggling. More than two months before. It was a bit depressing.. I had to suck it in. Suck it in! I never had anything to suck in before. And I had to do it quite hard to get the button done. I managed, I was still holding the breath, I turned to the mirror to see how much the damaged was, then I turned to Eva and told her I was ready. I felt a dull noise, and Eva looked at me surprised and said "it's not done". "Yes it is" I replied unsure, why was she saying that "oh no, shit.. it flew!". "What flew" asked Eva even more perplexed. "The button". Then she burst into laughter as she understood what had happened, and I followed, mainly out of embarrassment. "I think we go shopping today" I said coyly. "Yeah, I'd say we do!" replied her with the tone of somebody who just showed she was right since the beginning.

Chapter 2 I can’t count how many of those nights we had. I do remember some of them though, whenever a detail or a comment made them standing out a bit more. Like the one who surprised me a bit. We were in bed and had just finished to watch an episode on my laptop so she put it down and cuddled around me. Her head was resting on my chest and her hand was on my tummy. She started caressing me as usual and I was getting excited because I knew what would have followed. But she indulged more on my tummy this time, then she went down to my sides, and back to my tummy. Then I could feel her caresses turning into something different, like if she was pinching or grabbing. I could also feel her breath changing as she was getting excited. Then the light went off and she was on top of me. “What were you doing with your hands down there?” I asked jokingly, trying to hide the fact that I was feeling a bit self conscious about that. “Oh, just playing with your soft bits.. I like them!” Was her reply as she gently started to ease her hot body on me. I felt my manhood slowly finding its way in a very wet Eva. Now, it can be difficult to be objective with your own gain, especially if you don't have a scale and you don't wear habitually tight clothes. Of course that idea was finding a place in the back of my mind. The clues were building up, like Eva lingering on my tummy more often, commenting on my big appetite, or joking about my soft bits. But then again she was also saying that she was just playing, that everybody has soft bits. Part of me was thinking "maybe I’ve really gained a few pounds, maybe I should start watching what I eat. Nothing drastic, just cut some snacks”. Another part was thinking "oh come on, you've never put on weight before, you're just being sensitive because of a couple of silly comments". Besides, Eva never openly said I had put on weight, or I should have started eating less. She surely didn’t look less attracted to me. I rationalized that if I had gained anything, it was not much. I would have kept an eye on my waist but without worrying for no reason. Also, I was really happy with how my life was going in that period. My relationship with Eva was fantastic. I had probably never felt so relaxed and content before. And I could feel it every night, even if we were not doing anything special, even if it was just a movie in bed, I could feel that the person next to me was truly in love with me, and there isn't much better than that feeling. Moreover, a relaxed night in bed was our little treat. We both had very busy days. I worked hard as a chief IT engineer and even if most of the work could be done on my laptop I was busy with meetings and conferences all around the city. She was a nurse in a busy ward, running on her feet all day and even if she usually was done before than me she was then taking care of the shopping and cooking. The nights were our most precious time. I was choosing a movie while lying in bed once when she came in saying "hello sweetie.." She was looking at me with such a beautiful smile. I thought I was so lucky, she was really the perfect match for me and such a pretty one too. I loved watching her tiptoeing quickly to join me under the cover, wearing nothing but her skimpy underwear. She was definitely toned, her stomach was flat, her chest just a perky B cup, her butt wasn't big but was muscular enough to stick out nicely, and her thighs were shapely. Quite a different sight from the jiggly pot belly and soft love handles my ex girlfriend had developed at the end. She was coming with something, probably a dessert for me. I was just thinking that I was feeling very full from dinner and didn't need anything else, but my train of thoughts melted at the sight of my beauty walking in, half naked, happily smiling. Once she reached the bed she arched her back to take off her bras with the hand that was not holding the dish "ah.. finally free!" She sighed as she let her bras fall on the floor. Now not only I had her gorgeous eyes and her smile pointed at me, my favourite boobs were also there, in all their perkiness, and getting closer and closer as she leaned forward to take her place in bed next to me. I was happy my lower half was under the cover and my laptop was on top of it. That irresistible mix of sensuality and sweetness of my girlfriend body and moves gave me an instant erection I was nearly ashamed of. "I brought you something to nibble on honey.. I thought you might need it after your busy day" she said as she showed me what was on the dish "It's chocolate brownie with Bailey's and Nutella, I had half myself before dinner as you might see. Maybe you also would like to try one?" she added with a wink. Indeed I could see one and a half brownies on the dish. I thought it smelled and looked delicious, I also thought it looked a lot, my belly felt still very full from dinner. But what came out of my mouth was simply "Of course I'd love to try it sweetie". How could I say no?! Everything looked so tempting around Eva. She looked so tempting. I would have eaten her if I could, and I knew she was going to be my real treat at the end of the night. A movie and a brownie were just part of the journey to get to our snuggle under the covers, and then she would have gone on top of me. I had no problem going down that path. Again and again, night after night. About 15 minutes later as I was absorbed into the movie I heard her "Hey, you've eaten also my half!" She exclaimed looking at the empty dish. I felt my face getting warm, I was bleeding "Sorry sweetie, I thought it was all for me.." How silly, I wasn't even hungry, I could have thought some was for her, I should have asked at least. Instead I had absentmindedly nibbled all the way through it, leaving only crumbles. I was feeling embarrassed again, luckily she smiled and continued "oh don't worry, I'm happy you enjoyed it!" She rested her head on my chest and continued "I really like cooking for you, you're so easy to please, you're happy with everything I cook, you never complain.." She was gently caressing my tummy, surely something that had become more natural. She then lifted herself up and looked into my eyes changing her tone, as if she had just come to a realisation "and you're growing quite a big appetite hon, aren't you?" She patted my tummy and continued "I thought I cooked you a big dinner, where are you putting all the food?" She was in full playful mode now, lifting her body to get on top and straddle me. I was too embarrassed and didn't know if she was waiting for an answer. My embarrassment melted away as I felt her hands stroking my erection, then grabbing firmly "still some appetite left for me honey?" Said the most beautiful girl with the most sexy voice.

She is very flexible. Was she an athlete? Love how womanly and soft she has got. Would be great to see some more before pics.. we could appreciate even more her newly found fatness! 😍

Wow, it looks so soft!! 😍 It's amazing how your belly sits on the waistband of your trousers now.. And you still have the all day to get more calories than you need in that belly! 😎

Ops, that was more than a month ago.. 🤣 How do you feel about it now? Would you keep it for a little more?

That would be a great turning of the plot. I try not to spoiler though.. Thanks for your comment. It's much appreciated and a good incentive to finish up chapter 2. 🙏

Hope you've enjoyed this first chapter. Chapter 2 coming next week.

Chapter 1 It had always been easy for me to be in a good shape. A very good shape. Since high school I was a lot into sports, athletics and rowing built my body in a nice, sculpted way. I used to be even too thin before all the activity put on several pounds of muscles on me, bringing my weight from a scrawny 120 lbs of a teenager to the solid 180 – 190 lbs man when I was in college, with broad shoulders, big pectorals and especially a six pack that more than a few girls appreciated openly. I didn’t need to watch what I ate. My metabolism had always been fast, and all the sports made it even wilder. If it was easy for me to keep my shape, I can’t say the same for my girlfriends. All of them complained of my eating habits rubbing off on them. Not that I was eating junk food, quite the contrary. I was simply eating often and I was always offering to share whenever I was getting something as a snack, on top of sharing similar portions for me and my girlfriends at lunch and dinner.. it just looked unfair to give them less than what I was getting for myself. Of the three girlfriends I had in my 20s, two gained close to 15 pounds in the time they spent with me, and the last one went up nearly 30 pounds in just a couple of years. Not that I minded too much, I actually ended up finding it cute. It was nice to see them developing a bit of curves on their fit bodies, getting soft, even growing a bit of a potbelly for the last one. I liked to see her gradually building a muffin top where her flat stomach used to be. I started seeing it as a sign of being happy, relaxing into a new relationship, letting down the guard a bit. It was definitely a sign of spending a lot of time with me, and having an influence on them. Definitely a sign of my eating habits having an impact on their waistline. I remember the pouts of each of them the day they couldn’t button their favourite jeans anymore or when they stepped on the scales and saw a number bigger than what they were hoping for, or coming back home after meeting a friend that genuinely commented on how “more relaxed” they looked after a year of stable relationship, which was a way to say they could spot the “happy pounds”. Especially I remember appreciating the round belly roll my last girlfriend had put on. You tend not to notice things which are happening gradually in front of your eyes, or at least you underestimate them. But it struck me one night as we were at a party and she was sitting on a sofa sipping a gin tonic with a couple of old friends, they were still all in a pretty good shape except for one, whose belly was bulging a bit too much over her waistband and her love handles were doing the same on her sides. “Wow” I thought looking at her “that’s a chubby girl, verging to fat..” Only an instant later I realised I was watching my own girlfriend. Probably the fact that she was sitting next to her fit friends made her new pounds looks more noticeable than usual. But looking at her big smile and soft tummy made me feel good.. my girl was definitely happy and relaxed. In my 30s little had changed, a part from being probably 10 - 15 pounds lighter, which put me at 170 lbs. I guess I was still very active, just not hitting the gym as much as before. My body was more or less the same, very muscular and sculpted, just a bit smaller. Which wasn’t bad, some girls had said that I was even too muscular before. And I started dating a new girl, Eva, my current girlfriend. She was a couple of years older than me, and she also was pretty active and very lean. I was wondering if she would have put on some weight too. Not that I was giving it too much importance, it was just that coming from my previous experiences I was nearly expecting it to happen sooner or later. I really liked her, I was struck by her determination, if she wanted something she would have gotten it, but at the same time she was very sweet and even maternal. We went along so well since the beginning, and many of our hobbies were the same, like hiking, camping, sea swimming.. I could see her determination at work when I was offering to share a piece of cake or a cookie. If she wasn’t hungry there was no way she was going to say yes. But most of my girls had been like that at the beginning, just to let the guard down slowly and by the time they realised how much my habits had rubbed off on them, they had already the beginning of a muffing top and belly roll spilling over their trousers. Not that I wanting to make them chubby.. It was just a natural consequence of being around me, which I ended up enjoying. Eva seemed to hold better than my previous girlfriends. Six months into dating she still hadn’t given into my habits at all. She got used to them, just she didn’t let them rub on her. She would prepare me something to snack on when I got home from work, or at mid morning or mid afternoon on weekends, but she wouldn’t get any food herself. And at lunch our portions were different. I remembered one of my ex girlfriends one day we had some of her girlfriends around for dinner. I gave everybody the same portion of pasta as I had for me, my girlfriend smiled at the look of her friends, for them it was clearly too much to handle while my girlfriend started eating and made a little joke “you see, I got used to eat as much as him but he is a 6 ft guy, no wonder I have grown this since I met him.” As she patted the little pot belly she had indeed grown. She wasn’t proud of it, but she got quite used to it, and she knew there was no point trying to hide a 30 pounds gain from her friends.. Eva was different. When I fill her dish as much as mine she would just scoop some into my dish, saying it is too much for her. If there were leftovers I used to split them between me and my girlfriend but again Eva was different. Whenever we have leftovers she would come with the pot at the table and ask for my dish to fill it up again, but very rarely she would have any. I guess that comes with her very determined character. But she can be also very sweet and caring. Many times she would say she is going to cook me something nice for dinner, especially if she knows I have a busy day at work. It’s nice to feel looked after, and she is definitely good at that. She is also very social and she likes to have our friends around for dinner. That’s a good excuse to make an extra effort in the kitchen. She is a pretty good cook anyhow, so our friends are always very happy to come. But even with our friends around she still makes me feel special. She is obviously happy to see people enjoying her food, but if there is any second helping she always offers it to me first. I remember her so many times pointing at my empty dish and saying with a mixture of determination and affection something like “Come here honey, there is some more for you”. I still offer her to get some herself rather than thinking just of me but she usually says something like “oh don’t be silly, you need some more, I’m fine.” And she didn’t limit herself to the meals we were having together. She extended her effort to make me have a nice home cooked lunch every day at work too. Every morning she was handling me a lunch box with pasta, or rice, or lasagne, a bit of fruit and a couple of biscuits or a snack. It was nice to feel pampered in such a way, and also it was great to avoid the canteen food, as it was not nearly as good as Eva’s food. That was our routine, but even a year into it I still felt special to her eyes and I was still feeling very lucky to have her in my life and looking after me so fondly. It was nice to get back home and have my girl welcoming me. “How was your day at work honey? Did you enjoy your lunch.. oh you ate it all, good job boy I was afraid I gave you too much.” Her portions were generous indeed but I was happy to show appreciation for all the time and the energy she was spending to take care of me. “I hope you still have some room left, I was thinking of having an early dinner and then watch a movie in bed.. we still have a slice of my mum’s cake we could have it for dessert.. do you like the plan?” I did like the plan. It was not so uncommon for us to have a very relaxed evening like that, but I loved it, there was something so comforting in it, plus there was usually also some action involved, because our sex life was still in full swing, and lying in bed watching a movie usually involved some activity under the covers. Her mum was also a good cook, and her cakes were never disappointing. We got our dessert in bed that night, Eva brought it in on a plate with some cream and only one little fork. “Are we not sharing?” I asked. It was a pretty big slice, it could have been enough for the two of us but she said she was ok “I’ll just have a bite but the rest is all for you hon.”. Again, nothing new. When it was time to turn off the light Eva cuddled up around me “Did you like it?” she asked as she started caressing me slowly “Yes, it was delicious” I answered. She stopped and looked at me perplexed, then she started laughing gently “I was asking about the movie.. were you still thinking of my mum’s cake? Oh, you’re getting such a foodie hon..” She looked genuinely surprised but also amused by our little misunderstanding. I was feeling a bit embarrassed because on second thought it was obvious she was asking about the movie, and nobody had called me a foodie before. That started a period of gentle teasing, just from time to time, nothing major. It could have been her saying something like “Here it is honey, dinner is ready, hope it’s good enough for my foodie”. Or in bed she could say “Did you like it sweetie.. I mean “the movie, not the cake!””. One night she added “..and the cake? Was it better or worse than my mum’s one? Think carefully before you answer this time!” She was obviously playful and she wasn’t really expecting an answer. She was cuddling up around me and she continued “I’m joking, I’m not in a competition with my mum, I know she is super good at cooking..” she had started caressing my tummy at that point which felt quite sensitive, maybe because we were talking about food, maybe because I was still quite full from dinner and the slice of cake Eva baked that time. “Oh Eva, you are an amazing cook too, I can definitely say that!”. She stopped again to look at me and said “Oh you are so sweet.. thank you!” She started caressing me again, on my tummy but quickly she moved down and a big smile appeared on her face “I see you’re pretty happy” she said as she was obviously proud of what was happening in my pants. I smiled back and closed my eyes as she slowly eased down her lean body on myself. We both were very happy!

Nice to see that you are still around, and she is still round! Enjoying the fetish again? Would be a pity to stop at this point though.. that belly doesn't seem easy to get rid of.. too big now!

Wow, she has an Amazing shape. And at 199 she didn't look that big at all.. she actually looked in a pretty good shape, just slightly on the plump side.. she must be very tall? the last 70 pounds of course changed that! She has exploded into a round bomb shell! Still gorgeous of course. I love her tatoo on her tummy.. seems to drive all the attention on her belly button, which is getting so deep! Would love to see a pic of that tatoo when she sits down.. I wonder how it looks on a belly roll?!

Hey, that's interesting, but how much is A LOT? I see that you're around 160 lbs now.. you must have been pretty thin before..?

WOW!! Ma l'hai mai più reincontrato il tuo ex che ti teneva a dieta quando pesavi 55 chili? Sarebbe splendido sapere come reagisce alla vista di quanta sei adesso..