29 candles

Chapter 2 - who's birthday is this? (sorry, it might get sexy...)

Patrick couldn't help but watch his beau consume the last of his birthday cake after shoving dinner in the oven- taking careful note of the fire in Charlie's eyes, his clothes becoming tighter & a tad shorter the larger he became, & how insatiable his desire to eat had gotten in those mere moments. He licked his lips, crossing his muscular legs as bite after sugary bite went from sticky mess in Charlie's hands down his throat & into his more noticeable stomach- amused by the light grunting sounds coming from him, almost like a little piggy.

Meanwhile, Charlie was deliciously confused- 'why am I so hungry all of a sudden?' he asked himself as he forced himself to slow down, his pale skin dotted with yellow from the smeared icing around his mouth. 'Not that I'm complaining- this IS one of the best cakes I've ever had,' he giggled to himself as the chocolaty goodness mixed so pleasantly with vanilla buttercream. Soon enough, he shrugged off the thought as his newly distended tummy had reminded him of how unstretchy his clothes were, his shirt having ridden up his waist until roughly half of his pasty flesh was exposed.

"Whaddaya think, babe?" Patrick inquired almost perfectly, sneaking up next to Charlie's side & planting a kiss upon his brow.
"I think-" Charlie started to speak, but was abruptly hushed by a belch hidden away in his chest. "Ooh, excuse me!"
Patrick about lost it- he hadn't realized how turned on 'getting full' noises got him, clearing his throat in the hopes Charlie wouldn't notice either. "You were sayin', hun?"
"I don't think I'm gonna have room for anything other than cake right now, babe- I'm getting full."
Without even thinking, Patrick knelt down & took Charlie's protruding tummy into his hand, enjoying how warm it was compared to his calloused palm, & gently rubbed the domed surface in little circles. Charlie stopped eating- the larger cake completely gone, Patrick's half piece still remaining- & moaned out in pleasure, leaning back into the couch so more of his stomach was exposed as he let his man soothe his tightening gut.

"Aww, c'mon babe- there's not even half a piece left... why not finish it off? I gotta finish working on dinner anyway," Patrick coaxed as his fingers traced along the curvature of his growing belly, biting his lower lip as he got real close- attempting to conceal how aroused his actions were getting.
"Well, maybe if I can take a nap before dinner... it'd be a shame to let the rest go to waste," Charlie thought out loud, amazed at how much his mouth was watering for that last piece of cake.
"That's the spirit- you deserve a break after this," Patrick smiled as he brought his plate up to Charlie's chest. With wanton eyes, he watched as the birthday boy took the final piece, licking his lips, & mowed down the last bites until all that remained upon his plate were crumbs & leftover icing.

The minute Charlie let out an echoing belch, Patrick shot up to his face & planted a passionate kiss upon his boyfriend, happy that he'd accomplished so much already & excited to see how 'dinner' would fare once he'd taken a nap. His hand went back to rubbing Charlie's new belly, having trouble controlling his budding urges as they made out on the couch. Charlie, practically in a sugary coma, was loving all this extra attention, but still confused as to why his appetite was so ravenous. 'Did my wish come true?' he pondered as he moaned over the sensitive touch along his thick torso, an even more confusing bulge in his pants as he found himself enjoying how his body felt in the process. Before he could dive too deep into his questions, Patrick broke from their kiss to check on dinner, leaving him to nod off from such a wonderful birthday food baby.