Ink & appetites

Chapter 4

Ana's newfound enthusiasm for Chris's transformation became the centerpiece of their life together. Her focus was relentless, ensuring that he was always well-fed, with extra portions at every meal. Their food-related intimacy escalated, incorporating playful, indulgent activities into their daily routine, including late-night feasts and early morning surprises. Chris found himself waking to Ana's affections, her movements driven by desire as she fed him slices of freshly cooked bacon.
As the weeks passed, Chris's weight soared past the 300-pound mark. He became acutely aware of the changes in his body; his belly, once a prominent feature, now competed with his rapidly expanding lower half. Mobility concerns began to linger in his mind, a sobering thought amidst their culinary escapades. Yet, Ana's commitment never wavered, her dedication only intensifying as he crossed each new threshold.
One morning, a familiar yet startling scenario unfolded. Chris awoke to find Ana straddling him, but this time, instead of a plate of treats, she held a tattoo gun. The BDSM straps from their adventurous nights were snug around his arms, a reminder of their deep trust and shared boundaries. "Do you trust me?" Ana asked, her voice a blend of affection and seriousness. Chris, his heart filled with unwavering trust for her, replied softly, "With my everything." The buzzing of the needle began, marking the start of a new chapter written directly on his skin.
Ana worked meticulously, pausing only to feed Chris donuts, ensuring his stomach remained tight—a perfect canvas for her art. After hours of tattooing, she cleaned up and, with a sense of ceremony, showed Chris a photo of his newly inked flesh. Emblazoned across his lower belly was the word "Piggy," penned in Ana's distinctive handwriting. It was a profound moment for Chris, realizing that this was no temporary phase but a permanent inscription of their shared journey.
This tattoo marked a clear statement of Ana's intentions. She had chosen this path with purpose, and Chris, hopelessly addicted to her love and now branded by her devotion, felt a surge of affection and acceptance.
"I'm hungry," Chris said, his voice a mixture of love and resignation to Her chosen lifestyle. Ana's response was a wicked grin, her excitement palpable as she twirled in her yellow polka-dotted dress and headed to the kitchen for more donuts. Chris watched her go, his heart swelling with love for the woman who had shaped his world in ways he never imagined. Their lives, intertwined with passion, food, and ink, continued to evolve, each day a testament to a love that was as unconventional as it was deep.