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Chapter 1 - Romantic

It started with a look. Not the kind you expect in stories—no slow-motion glances across a crowded room or breathless eye contact. It was quieter. Realer. A glance over morning coffee, your eyes drifting down my body like you were memorizing each new curve. No shame, no judgment. Just… appreciation.

I wasn’t used to that. To being looked at like I was art, not a project to fix or shrink. But with you, everything felt different from the beginning.

You liked me soft.

You said it out loud the first time I stayed over, both of us tangled in sheets and crumbs from the pastries you’d surprised me with. My shirt had ridden up. My stomach newly growing, newly round rested between us. I moved to cover it, and you stopped me gently, fingers warm and firm on my wrist.

“Don’t,” you said softly. “I like seeing how full you are.”

Something in me cracked open that night.

It wasn’t just the food. It wasn’t even the gain, not really. It was the way your hands lingered on me. The way you brought me second helpings without me needing to ask. The way your eyes darkened every time I sighed from fullness, from being fed and touched and seen.

You weren’t just feeding my body. You were feeding my soul’s lowly, patiently, bite by bite.

We settled into a rhythm. You learned my favorites. You started keeping snacks on your nightstand little treats I pretended not to notice, though we both knew they were for me.

“I just like to spoil you,” you’d say, and I’d blush as I bit into whatever sweet thing you’d offered that day.

I told myself I was just indulging for you. Just playing along.

But the truth? I was beginning to crave it. The food, yes but more than that, I craved the feeling of being cherished. Of being desired more the more of me there was.

You’d wrap your arms around my middle from behind, pressing your hands into the softness that hadn’t been there months ago, and whisper how much you loved how I was “filling out.” You said it with reverence, like it was a gift I was giving you when really, you were the gift.

Every pound I gained felt like a love letter you were writing on my body.

I didn’t expect it to feel like this. Every bite you gave me tasted like affection, every glance like permission to want more. Your eyes held mine as I swallowed slow, obedient, adored. Your hand brushed over the soft curve of my belly, now heavier, warmer than it was yesterday. You’re perfect, you whispered, and I melted, just like the butter on the pastries you brought me. I leaned into your touch, my fullness pressing against you, aching and blissful. You kissed my cheek, slow and sweet, then fed me again. In your arms, I’m not just gaining weight. I’m gaining a love that grows with me.💥🍟👌👅👄