"oooo looks like someone is getting a little pudgy." My boyfriend snaked his arms around me to grab at the little belly I had put on.
"Stop it it’s just a little weight."
"I’m just saying it’s a slippery slope." He sighs
A few weeks later:
"Urrrrrp ugh too much food." I rubbed my belly as I kept eating. I knew I had started getting a little lazy but it wasn’t that bad. "So good." I felt my fat push out over my waistband.
"Hey buddy you might want to slow down there."
"What why?"
"You are getting pretty doughy." My buddy, Jack poked my gut.
"You should talk." I grabbed the roll of pure fat around his waist.
"Yeah but I’ve always been a fatty."
"So?"
"What’s your boyfriend gonna say?" I looked down at my lap. My belly was spilling out the bottom of my shirt. "A lot." I shrugged.
"I’ll deal with it later."
Things didn’t change much the next three months. Aside from Ben, my boyfriend starting to hassle me.
"Seriously, Josh?" he would say.
"What?"
"This is your fifth box today. Don’t you think you have had enough donuts?"
"What they are good." I lick my fingers.
"Ugh."
"What?"
"Nothing I’m going for a run."
Out of spite I ordered more donuts. I ate them all. Anytime he made a comment I would eat more out of spite.
Another month went by:
I was struggling with my jeans. My flabby gut was in the way. I guess maybe this hadn’t been the best idea. I poked at my middle. When I finally got them buttoned my belly spilled out in a spare tire. I finally sat up.
“What the hell did you do to yourself?”
Fuck now I was in trouble.
"Ugh seriously right now?" I pressed.
"Yes right now. Look at your belly." he glared at my gut.
"What about it?" I asked.
"You have completely blown up."
"It’s not that bad." I say defensively.
"Not that bad?" he smirks. Sweetheart this is like thirty pounds of pure jiggly fat. he jiggled my belly. I watched in utter fascination and surprise. So did he. I feel myself get hard under his touch. I try to hold back a moan, I am somehow successful because he finally moved his hand away. "Stop it" I say jokingly, I can tell he thinks I'm being serious.
He crosses his arms "Nope. You are my boyfriend. If I want to play with your flabby out of shape body I get to."
"Ugh fine." I smile and try to ignore the lump in my pants.
He places his hands on his hips "Good,"
He pauses. "Jesus just look at you. Can you even see your dick?"
"God I’m not that fat." I joke
"You sure about that?" he asks looking genuinely concerned. I actually wasn't sure, but to please him I said. "Yeah." My stomach growled.
"Awww I guess fatty is hungry." He teased
"I haven’t had breakfast." I said defensively
Then he smirked. "Maybe not but you drank about a gallon of ice "cream last night."
I feel my throat tighten as I choke out "What?"
'You are not quiet." He rolls his eyes
Damnit he heard my night binge. I thought to myself.
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