Heavy Desires

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 more than generous, and my stomach? Well, let’s just say I’ve spent a lot of time hiding it under oversized sweaters. But Jace, my 21-year-old boyfriend, sees me in a way I never could. At 350 pounds, with a fat gut that spills over his belt, he’s a walking contradiction of confidence and indulgence. He used to be a feedee, reveling in every extra pound, but now? Now, he’s got his sights set on me. He wants me fatter. He wants me to grow for him. And damn it, the way he looks at me makes me want to give in.

We’re in our tiny apartment kitchen, the smell of buttery pastries and rich chocolate filling the air. Jace is leaning against the counter, a smirk playing on his lips as he watches me nibble on a donut he insisted I try. ‘Come on, babe,’ he drawls, his voice low and teasing. ‘You’re not gonna stop at just one, are you? I baked these for my favorite girl.’

I roll my eyes, licking the glaze off my fingers, but I can feel the heat creeping up my neck. ‘You’re ridiculous, Jace. You just want to see me waddle around like a damn penguin.’

He laughs, a deep, rumbling sound that makes my stomach flip. ‘Oh, sweetheart, I want to see you waddle, sure. But I also want to see that belly of yours get nice and round for me. My little fat piggy.’

I freeze, the nickname hitting me like a shockwave. My cheeks burn, but there’s something else too—a spark of heat low in my core. I glare at him, trying to keep my cool. ‘Call me that again, and I’ll shove this donut where the sun don’t shine.’

Jace steps closer, his massive frame towering over me, his gut brushing against my softer curves. His eyes are dark, hungry. ‘Oh, I’ll call you that again, piggy. And you’ll love it.’ He reaches out, his thick fingers tracing the outline of my stomach through my shirt. ‘Look at this. So soft already. Just imagine how it’ll feel when it’s even bigger. When I can grab a whole handful.’

I swat his hand away, but my breath hitches. ‘You’re such a perv,’ I snap, though my voice lacks any real venom. ‘What’s in it for me, huh? Besides a wardrobe full of tents?’

He grins, leaning in so his lips are just inches from mine. ‘What’s in it for you? How about me worshipping every damn inch of you? How about me showing you just how much I crave you, every extra pound and all?’ His hand slips under my shirt now, warm and possessive, kneading the flesh of my belly. ‘First weigh-in is in five months, babe. Let’s see how much we can pack on by then.’

My heart is pounding, and I hate how much his words are getting to me. I’m supposed to be the strong one, the one who doesn’t just melt under a little dirty talk. But here I am, feeling that heat pooling between my thighs, my resolve crumbling like a stale cookie. ‘You’re impossible,’ I mutter, but I don’t pull away. Instead, I grab another donut, biting into it with a defiance I don’t really feel. His eyes light up, and I know I’ve just given him exactly what he wants.

Jace’s hand moves lower, teasing the waistband of my leggings, his breath hot against my ear. ‘That’s my girl. Eat up, and then I’m gonna show you just how much I appreciate every bite.’ His voice drops to a growl. ‘I’m already so hard for you, babe. Can’t wait to feel that soft body under me.’

I nearly choke on the donut, the raw need in his tone sending a shiver down my spine. I turn to face him, our bodies pressed close, the tension between us electric. ‘You’d better deliver on that promise, big guy,’ I shoot back, my voice husky despite myself. ‘Because if you’re all talk, I’m gonna make you regret it.’

His grin is feral now, and before I can say another word, he’s pulling me toward the bedroom, his hands roaming, his intent clear. I can feel the heat of him, the weight of his desire, and I know this is just the beginning. Whatever happens with the scale, whatever happens with my body, one thing is certain—Jace is about to make me feel every bit as wanted as he claims.