chapter 19 — so, how’s it gonna end?

What’s that smell? Mmmm, pancakes! My eyes blink wide open and I soak in the softly lit room… Even the closed curtains are no match for the sun. Lifting my body slowly, I stretch a little and start lumbering towards the kitchen.

‘Morning babe!’ pipes up Hans, cute as fuck in the nud… well, he’s wearing an apron, but that’s it. Butt naked!

I walk up behind him and reach my arms around, nuzzling my face in between his shoulder blades. Mmmm.

‘Morning.’ I say, purring deeply, ‘You made breakfast for me?’

‘For us, hehe. I snuck out to the supermarket for fresh strawberries and bananas… and flour, and sugar, and lemon, and maple syrup, and…’

‘Alright, alright, I geddit! We gotta stock up the pantry… how much do I owe ya?’

‘My shout, for the housewarming. Plus I’m gonna be living with you soon enough anyways… and I gotta cook with SOMEthing!’

Hans turns around and gives me a big kiss. Mmm, those soft, sweet, delicious lips. I squeeze another hug out of him.

We sit down and eat together. He sliced the bananas and strawberries and cooked them into each pancake, caramelising the sugars within. Coating with the maple syrup, it’s fucking delicious.

Hans only has two pancakes, whilst I’ve eaten over 6 already.

‘So Hans, you still sticking to that diet, huh?’ I ask.

‘Aww, I dunno. Like I said last night, I’m a gainer… but I dunno… What do you think? Should I muscle gain, or just let myself go full hog?’ he asks.

Hmm. Well, I fucking loved the fat Hans with the man-boobs and soft doughy belly… and I never got to feel him when he was like that. But then again, now that I’m a fat hog now, I really enjoyed the contrast when we had sex last night… his firm, slim body sinking into my soft fatness… Both are good versions of Hans.

‘I gotta say Hans, it’s your body, and I fucking love you either way. I don’t own you, I don’t want to control you with my preferences.’

And it’s true. He’s gotta do what he really wants, and I don’t want to decide the body he has to live in every day. Hans gives a crooked smile at me and looks down at the stack of pancakes sitting between us.

‘I guess it’s really up to me, huh?’ he goes. ‘You know what? Gimme some time to think about it…’

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So, how’s it gonna end?

A) Hans says ‘I can’t deny it, the contrast of my disciplined muscular body against your uncontrollable obesity… fuck that turns me on… That’s what I want. For me, and for us.’ [Proceed to Chapter 20]

B) Hans says ‘I’m sick and tired of starving myself all the time, I fucking love food… I’m an apprentice chef for fuck’s sake! And you know what? I miss being fat.’ Then he grabs three more pancakes, flooding them with maple syrup and stuffing one into his mouth. [Skip to Chapter 21]
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