Chapter 1: The Sweet Temptation
I’ve always been a little shy about my body. At 20 years old and 180 pounds, my curves are generous, but my stomach? That’s the part I’ve never quite made peace with. I tug at my shirt, trying to hide the soft roll of flesh, even though I know Ethan, my 21-year-old boyfriend, is obsessed with every inch of me. At 350 pounds, he’s a mountain of a man, his fat gut a testament to years of indulgence. He used to be a feedee, reveling in every extra pound, but now his focus is on me. He wants me bigger, softer, heavier. And damn it, the way he talks about it makes my skin tingle with a heat I can’t ignore.
We’re in the kitchen, the scent of buttery pastries and chocolate lingering in the air. Ethan’s leaning against the counter, his dark eyes glinting with mischief as he pops a donut into his mouth, crumbs dusting his stubbled chin. ‘Come on, babe,’ he drawls, holding out a second donut, glazed and glistening. ‘Just one more for my favorite girl. Gotta keep that belly nice and plush for me.’
I roll my eyes, crossing my arms over my chest, but I can’t hide the flush creeping up my neck. ‘You’re ridiculous, Ethan. I’m not some farm animal you’re fattening up for the fair.’
He chuckles, deep and low, stepping closer until his massive frame towers over me. His hand finds my hip, fingers digging into the softness there with a possessive grip. ‘Oh, but you’re my little fat piggy, aren’t you?’ he teases, his voice dripping with sinful promise. ‘I see the way you squirm when I say it. You love it just as much as I do.’
I swat at his chest, but there’s no real force behind it. ‘You’re such an ass,’ I snap, though my voice wavers, betraying the heat pooling low in my core. He’s right, and I hate that he knows it. The way he plays with my insecurities, turning them into something dirty and delicious, drives me wild.
Ethan grins, unfazed, and slides his hand under my shirt, his rough palm grazing the curve of my stomach. He kneads the flesh there, slow and deliberate, his breath hot against my ear as he whispers, ‘Look at this. So fucking perfect. I can’t wait to see it grow, babe. We’ve got our first weigh-in in five months, and I’m gonna make sure you’re even softer by then.’
My breath hitches, and I try to pull away, but his grip tightens, pulling me flush against his hard, massive body. ‘Ethan, stop,’ I protest, though it’s half-hearted at best. My thighs press together instinctively, a desperate attempt to quell the ache building between them.
‘Stop?’ he echoes, smirking as he tilts my chin up to meet his gaze. ‘Nah, you don’t want me to stop. You’re already getting all hot and bothered, aren’t you? I bet if I checked, you’d be wet for me right now.’
I glare at him, but the challenge in his eyes ignites something fierce in me. ‘You’re so full of yourself,’ I shoot back, shoving against his chest. ‘Maybe I’ll just starve myself to spite you.’
His laugh is a rumble, and before I can blink, he’s got me backed against the counter, his hands roaming my sides, teasing the edges of my waistband. ‘Oh, sweetheart, we both know you can’t resist me. Or the food. Now, open up for me—let’s see how much more of my fat piggy I can stuff today.’
His words send a shiver down my spine, and as he presses the donut to my lips, I part them, letting the sweet glaze melt on my tongue. His eyes darken with hunger—not for the food, but for me. I can feel the tension building, the air between us crackling with unspoken need. His fingers trail lower, teasing the hem of my pants, and I know we’re seconds away from tearing into each other right here on the kitchen floor. My skin is already burning, my breath coming faster, and I’m aching for him to take this further, to show me just how much he wants every growing inch of me.
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