Chapter 1

Since Richard moved in with me, we’ve learned how to share our time: while I train intensely on my yoga mat, he lounges in his armchair. He just woke up, and fortunately, I don’t have to work today. I had time to make him breakfast… and to work out. I haven’t changed out of my gym clothes yet—they’re a bit revealing, but after all, I train at home so I can stay close to my man and take care of his diet.

Speaking of revealing clothes: Richard gave me a sort of black leather thong, which I was wearing as my only piece of clothing aside from a long-sleeved crop top. My curves were fully on display, and the thong’s straps sank into my firm and round glutes, freshly worked out.

“My love,” I said, “I’ve been training until now. I need some stretching to relax. How about watching me while you have breakfast?”

“You look gorgeous dressed like that. I think I’ll skip breakfast,” Richard replied.

He was wearing his old pants, maybe because we were supposed to go shopping later, but they had become so tight that they wouldn’t even close over his round belly. I knew all this had a meaning, even the self-complaint.

“Still with those pants? I’ve already told you, a real, manly man can’t wear that size. Otherwise, he’s not a man—at least, not to me. A man should have a bit of fat to offer a woman who has none.”

He wore those pants because he felt aroused—he knew how to drive me crazy. Those same pants fit him perfectly four months ago, and nothing excites me more than a man who gains weight. At some point, Richard’s metabolism started slowing down when he hit 40, and he put on a truly impressive belly. You could tell he had been an athlete, but he had let himself go. However, he still had the biceps and back muscles of a sportsman—maybe to help support his big belly.

“So, do you want the breakfast I made for you?”

“Well… at this point, I’ll have to take these pants off. They’re too tight even for sitting, let alone stuffing myself with food. I know you went overboard with the portions.”

Of course, I had cooked too much. Every time I got the chance to spend an entire day at home with him, we always ended up indulging in our fantasies.

Richard sat in his armchair, revealing a truly appetizing waistline—I love his belly, so round and prominent. Every time we have sex, his chubby body floods me with pleasure. As he leaned over to pick up the remote, I caught a glimpse of his belly pressing against his thighs. I couldn’t believe that mountain of fat was all mine.

“Rich, enjoy these brownies. I’ve been working on them since this morning.”

There were five trays, enough for five Christmas dinners with the family, but I knew he’d devour them in no time. And that’s exactly what happened.

When I saw Rich pick up the first brownie, I already knew I had won—my raspberry brownies were irresistible to him, thanks to their triple layer of white chocolate and the spoonful of jam inside each one. I, on the other hand, found them disgusting—far too calorie-dense for me.

Right in front of him was the cupboard where I kept various ingredients. I walked over, opened it, and bent down in front of my hungry man, showing off the muscles of my toned legs. I grabbed the maple syrup he loved so much, sat on his thighs, and handed it to him. He carefully poured it over all the trays of brownies, finishing the entire large bottle.

And that’s when the show began: this man could consume incredible amounts of food, and he did it with an almost animalistic pleasure. One tray alone was at least 10,000 calories with all the butter I had used. Rich started stuffing brownie after brownie into his mouth, polishing off two trays in no time.

His white tank top, which had been covering his belly before, was already too short. I couldn’t resist—I threw myself into his arms. His belly felt enormous, rounder than usual.

“Richie, darling, how did I not notice? You’ve gained a few more pounds.”

He slapped his belly, which jiggled in an incredibly sensual way, and I lifted his fat belly with both hands.

“I know you’ve been waiting for this. Lately, I’ve really let myself go… You were right, eating this much every day might be a bit unhealthy.”

“Your belly is really round—I’ve rarely seen it like this.”

I got a playful spank, then Rich picked me up, smiling.

“Richie, if I give you belly rubs on that ball of yours, can I still squeeze in another tray of brownies?”

“Well, I wouldn’t want them to go to waste.”

And so, one by one, the brownies disappeared into his stomach, which had visibly swollen. I kissed his belly button and took his member in my hands. Meanwhile, my man was drinking from a bottle of cola, making his belly expand even more right before my eyes. His tank top had ridden up to his sternum.

In all its glory, Richard’s round belly dominated the scene.

Just as I was about to feed my man the first spoonful from the fourth tray, the doorbell rang.