Intentions exposed

Chapter 2 - it’s not that i have been trying to fatten you up, or something

"Look babe", I replied, "I just love you... you and your body..."
"Yeah, but did you just...?"
"Well, it's just that... I like that you have gotten bigger..."
"Wait, what?" You look even more puzzled.
"It's just that... well, you have gained a bit... you know, and I like it... It's not that I have been trying to fatten you up, or something..."
"Hold on, wait... are you saying?"
"I mean, well, I have, a bit, but,... well, I thought, you know...you didn't mind being bigger..., so yeah, well, I did make big portions... but you know, I really like... all of this." I grabbed a good handful of his overhanging tummy. What a sight.

I kept thinking keep digging, keep digging this hole you won't get out. This won't go down well. I wish I had told you earlier, were more honest with you, my intentions, my desires, and their consequences. Suddenly I got frightened. How will you take it? I got scared, scared of loosing you, not just losing you and your deliciously hot body, but also losing you as the friend that you have been over all these years. I immediately regretted it, though I wasn't sure what it was that I regretted - not talking to you in the first place, about my desires? Or did I regret telling you now, in the frenzy of sexual lust? There I was lying on the bed, with the best, coolest, and most beautiful man I could think of, full of lust and desire, and suddenly I had to recap the last two years, and be careful what to say.

"Hold on... right there.", you say after a pause in which all these thoughts came rushing past. "So, you're saying you have made me gain weight intentionally, so that I would be bigger, fatter, because that's what you like? That... explains a lot."
"I can explain it, it's not that I..." I try to object, but you put your finger over my mouth.
"Shhh, let me get this straight. I mean I noticed you liked eating, and that the one thing that you liked more than eating, was making me eat."
That was well put, I thought.
"I also noticed you seemed to like my body, how you grabbed my extra fat when we had sex, but I thought you were just... taking me as I am. I figured you had to grab something. I didn't think you wanted me fat. You know, all this time I have been thinking..."
This isn't really going down to well, I thought. Shit.
"well, you know, all this time, I have been thinking, that, well how should I put it..." And then you burst out into laughter.
Now it was me who was confused, although I felt a slight sense of relief. It's sure a good sign that he's laughing, no?
"Well, you know...it's a little ironic. All this time I have been thinking, wow, I really appreciate her extra weight. She's eating so well. And the curves you gained, I loved these extra pounds you put on. But I thought I would never tell you. I would never, ever tell you that I actually enjoyed you becoming bigger. But along those lines, I noticed that I grew, too. I figured you must have noticed, but didn't seem to mind too much. A wee casualty of having a sexier girlfriend, and in an odd way, I thought I enjoyed it, too. And now you tell me, you have been plotting it all along, that it's actually you behind this?"