Ink & appetites

Chapter 3

As the days turned into weeks and the dark hues in Ana's hair gave way to her natural black, Chris began to sense a shift in their life together. It was not just her hair that had changed; her entire demeanor echoed a bygone era. Ana had taken to wearing dresses that harkened back to the 1950s—flared skirts adorned with polka dots and playful patterns. This classic style brought a new warmth into their home, reminiscent of a simpler, sweeter time.
With her new wardrobe came a newfound passion for domesticity. Ana spent hours in the kitchen, her hands skillfully preparing meals that were both comforting and copious. The scents of baking bread and simmering stews became a staple in their home, filling it with an inviting aroma that Chris found utterly comforting. The dinners were hearty, and the desserts were rich—a testament to Ana's love and care.
However, this shift in lifestyle had its quiet consequences for Chris. While he reveled in the comforts of their enriched home life, he noticed a change in himself that was less comforting. The playful, adventurous interactions in the bedroom had tapered into more conventional patterns, with Ana now preferring the simplicity of missionary—a stark contrast to their previous explorations.
Caught up in watching Ana's transformation and enjoying the fruits of her culinary talents, Chris had inadvertently neglected his own physical changes. His body had responded to the indulgent meals and reduced physical activity with an increase in weight. One morning, a routine check on the scale confronted him with the reality: he had reached 230 pounds, a significant climb from his usual weight.
This realization sparked a mix of emotions. Concerned about his health and the new number on the scale, Chris decided to act. He joined a nearby gym, committing to an early morning routine that would precede his daily responsibilities at work. The decision to start exercising was not just about weight; He wanted to remain perfect and a steady constant for Ana’s needs. Never knowing when she would change jobs or lose interest in her new hobbies.
Each morning as he left for the gym, Chris felt a renewed sense of purpose. He was not just working to shed the extra pounds but also striving to regain a sense of self and vitality. Meanwhile, Ana continued to flourish in her role, her satisfaction with their home life evident in every meal she cooked and every dress she wore.
As Chris worked on his physical health, he realized that this phase of life with Ana—though different in pace and flavor—was just another facet of her journey. Each step at the gym, each bead of sweat, was a testament to his resolve to maintain their shared happiness and health, proving that he could adapt and thrive through all of her unexpected turns.
As Chris settled into his new morning routine, Ana took an active interest in supporting his efforts. She began preparing thick, tasty pre-workout shakes for him each morning, a marked improvement over the watery versions available at the gym. Her encouragement and culinary skills bolstered Chris's initial commitment, but as the novelty of his gym visits wore off, old habits began to creep back in. Waking up became harder without Ana nudging him out of bed, and her new job as a restaurant manager meant she was often out the door before dawn, though she still left his shake ready in the fridge.
With the gym no longer a counterbalance to his caloric intake, the shakes and the rich leftovers Ana began bringing home from the restaurant quickly filled out Chris's frame. Pies, hearty meals, and irresistible treats were strategically left around the house, tempting him at every turn. His gym membership became nothing more than a forgotten line item on their bank statements.
One morning, stepping onto the scale, Chris discovered he had gained 40 pounds in just two months. His body was responding visibly to his changed lifestyle; even the jeans Ana had bought him a month ago now struggled to contain his expanded waistline. Laid out on the bed, fighting to fasten the denim, he was a study in frustration and fading hopes of fitting into his old clothes.
Ana walked into the room just then, catching sight of his predicament. His belly was pronounced, spilling over the waistband of the jeans, his thighs tight against the seams. Without a word, she straddled his waist, an unspoken acceptance and desire evident in her actions. Chris, red-faced from his struggle and her sudden appearance, tried to joke about his weight gain, calling it a bit of "love chub." Ana's laughter filled the room, her hands exploring the new curves of his body as she playfully pinched his muffin top.
Breathlessly, she kissed his neck, her hands roaming over him with a familiarity and fervor that left him breathless. Sitting up, she ripped off her blouse to reveal her tattooed torso and a red bra—a vibrant contrast to her otherwise ink-covered skin. Her movements became more deliberate as she rode him, her hands gripping his softening belly and love handles.
It was then that Chris noticed a new tattoo on Ana's flat stomach every time she rose to ride his shaft—a bright pink pig's nose framed by the words "Feed 'em, Fuck 'em" in her unmistakable handwriting. This revelation struck Chris profoundly; the focus of change was not on Ana this time, but squarely on him. Her gaze, intense with passion and desire, locked onto his as he reached a sudden, overwhelming climax. Ana, still chasing her own peak, looked at him with a mix of affection and mild disappointment.
"Let me get my big man something to eat," she said softly, her voice thick with unfulfilled desire and a hint of playfulness. As she left the room to fetch more indulgences, Chris lay there, processing the shift in their dynamic.