chapter 1

Standing in 5 inch stilettos with the new lace teddy for his enjoyment as I sprinkle the confection sugar on the homemade doughnuts and doughnut holes freshly prepared. My King has a sweet tooth I have to indulge his wishes. His favorites of course and the sugar that hits my taunt stomach I know he will lick off very diligently. But let me take a step back before we see the man that has capture my heart to before he became my spoiled King.

10 months earlier
Another failed date with another warped man with freaking skinny jeans and no intelligence to get me through another 5 minutes more hearing about his anti- everything life. The fate I guess of being in your late twenties and taking the earlier part to travel, live, and party. Oh well might as well go enjoy my whisky and let the music be my numbing agent. I walk into a local pub nothing fancy, but nice enough and there he is sitting at the bar. He had to be 6'2 at least and around 190 or so with dark chestnut hair that a woman could get lost in with a smirk that I would later learned meant trouble. A face of a Roman God, but his fatal flaw for me was he was skinny. For many he would be perfect not too muscular and not too hungry skinny, but still a lanky build for his height. I like my men with a little on their bones. Nothing wrong with skinny men, but a man with some meat I feel can hold me down than a man who might blow away in a strong breeze.
Soon enough while sitting at the bar that tall Roman God comes up and starts to chat with me. The breath of fresh that I needed in life and so the romance pursues. He is gentle, but I can see in his eyes he wants to tear into me and make me his. That night led to 2 months of dates and cuddle sessions. During those 2 months he would come by my place, where I would whip up meals made for a small family just for him. His appetite was light, but that would soon disappear. One night sitting on my couch eating the fried ice cream I made for him he looks down then that look appears. The look that in my most cases hint to the end they are so scared they are getting a little chubby. Now a nice pot belly forming where there was once nothing but flat abs. His face showing a more youthful cherub to it with some added chub, but still with his sculpted beard that drives me wild.
"I think I need to slow down," he replies as he takes another big bite of fried ice cream. "If I keep this up I might get fat," now finishing the fried ice cream he started on merely 3 minutes ago. "I think you are handsome no matter what," I respond with a kiss as I start to take off the shirt of his I was wearing. Then just like that the conversation was over for another 4 months.

4 months of my cooking, sex, and more of my cooking did some good for him. Being the diligent and good girlfriend that I am. I would take it upon myself to surprise him with clothing he liked and it gave me a good reason to keep track of his progress. He was starting to get snug in the 44s I bought. His belly starting to become prominent and now the rest of him catching up. His thighs and butts starting to fill out, but not like the mantelpiece of his stomach that started to sag slightly. Then the conversation came up again. This time him standing in full glory in the light of my dark room after yet another session of great sex. "I am fat and have to stop this," he says grabbing what is now undeniably a sizeable stomach. "It's not that bad," I respond walking up to him and kissing him. "If I keep this up I will be a ***ing blimp," he says seeing the worry on his face. I decide it's now or never. I push his plump figure onto the bed and grab his cock who is more than erect.
"I like this and no matter what I will *** the shit out of you as long as you stay in shape," I say as I start to ride him. The look on his face was confusion at first then it made sense I want him nice and big. After that moment it was like an awakening. His appetite was unleashed. Breakfast, sex in the shower, more sex, and then lunch. Weekends filled with stuffing and serving his every need. He became so spoiled.
Present

Walking into our bedroom there sat my spoiled King waiting to be served. The last weigh in this morning had him clocking in at 310. That 310 of man looked glorious sitting back in our bed his face more cherub like, but still those Roman God like qualities stood strong. His stomach the centerpiece of my King. Round and sag when he stood. His stomach would enter a room before him. Then his lower half was not spared too much with a thick thighs and bubble butt. My King looked perfect. I know this will be the slowdown, but seeing my handiwork gave me the smirk to match his as he ate the doughnuts off his plate being me. From the breasts to the real dessert at the end. By the time his tongue would touch me I scream in ecstasy as he caressed each inch of me.