Hometown Glory

Chapter 1 - Driving home for Christmas

It's been five years since I moved away from here. Five long years in which I've seen the world and learned so much. I've made and lost new friends, seen new cities and cultures, and learned new languages. All that in five years.
And in those five years, nothing has changed here, I think to myself as I drive through the old city gates of my hometown to be with my family in time for Christmas.
It's been a year since I broke up. Separated from the love of my life, or so I thought for the longest time. Separated from the woman who wanted to marry me and have children with me, and I wanted that too, or so I thought.
But actually, as I realised too late, I didn't want that at all. Not then, not now, maybe not ever. I don't really know if I want to start a family or have children at all. I know that I want to pursue a career and achieve something. That I want to see the world and meet as many exciting people as possible. I'd like to learn a few new languages, learn a few traditions and try out new hobbies. But no children.
In the end, I was only still with her because I could fulfil myself. She had the same fetish as me, she was a feedee and I was a feeder. In the four years we were together, she gained about 40 kilos. Ten for each year, that's a lot, isn't it?
In any case, I liked it and in the end, unfortunately, it was enough to stay with her. That wasn't good, of course, I know that! But how could I have noticed it in my stressful everyday life?
I drive into my parents' long and pompous driveway as I suddenly finish these thoughts. The staff are already waiting in front of the house and open the car door for me with beaming smiles.
"Paul! It's so nice to have you home again, we're delighted,"
Melinda said, who is probably the longest-serving housekeeper for our family and more or less my best friend at home.
When I was little, Melinda was in her early thirties. She was really kind and attentive. I don't have any siblings and my parents have always worked a lot. With her, just like with the other employees, it never felt like they were working for us, for me. It felt like they were friends. Friends who helped us because Mum and Dad were too busy to take care of the house, garden and all the other worries of life.
Now that I see her, it occurs to me that she was definitely responsible for my fetish. At least a little bit. She used to be rather plump, and that, combined with her kind and warm nature, certainly contributed to my finding women attractive, especially when they have a nice big soft belly that I can snuggle up to.
"You look better every year, Paul! Your parents are so excited to see you!"
Melinda says, pulling me out of my thoughts.
The other employees have already taken my suitcases out of the car, so I have no choice but to go to my parents. I adjust my trousers as I get out of the car and get ready for the big reunion. It's been a year since I was last here. And while nothing has changed in my hometown, I have probably developed a little...
All the travelling, the stress and, of course, the good food have taken their toll. I used to weigh a solid 80 kilos, but now I've put on 10 more, and I can feel it.
I wonder if my parents will notice?