chapter 1

Lara sighed. She had just had a hard day. Working until exhaustion was really not his strong point.

She felt her phone vibrate and smiled. She hated being disturbed, especially at this hour. Which only meant one thing: Marc was getting impatient. She turned it on and went through her recent notifications. Two messages and a photo. She smiles tenderly when she sees her boyfriend's stomach appear on the screen. This vision had the same effect on her as a very dark coffee after a difficult day. She looked without answering her usual supplications

"Come home "

"I swear to you that otherwise I will starve to death"

"Please come home"

She looked at the time. Her boss won't get angry if she leaves now.

She stopped at a store near her work to buy what was lacking in food tonight. She went to the frozen department and grabbed a pizza.

She thought about Marc's stomach.

She grabbed two pizzas.

She had been very clear on this point: she loved to cook. But succeeding in satisfying Marc without a helping hand was a miracle. Fortunately, eating prepared junk food didn't bother Marc in the least, so they had found a compromise.
***
Marc was stretching. He had spent his day playing online video games and sleeping when his stomach reached his capacity. He had already eaten everything within his reach and did not want to travel to get more food.

He lazily rubbed small circles on the top of his fat dome. He had never really been an athlete and had vaguely heard of feederism. But when Lara explained to him what she was looking for in their relationship, he was up for it. It allowed him to sink into an easy and sweet life.

If sex was great before their relationship became feederism, it has been incredible ever since. Never has Lara expressed her desire with more pleasure than when Marc was crammed with food.

And it ended up showing. After three months of regular pranks, he had started to pack a few pounds. He, who was not so thin, had become downright fat.

And today, two years later, he could claim that he was very properly obese. Did this status alarm him more than that? No. Lara already took care of everything, he only had to enjoy life without worrying about material problems. He hadn't worked for six months. Reluctant at first, it would be impossible for him today to return to work, he was far too lazy for that today.

He heard the front door open. Lara had arrived, and he was going to be able to satisfy his hunger. He had to pull himself together twice to give his body enough momentum to get up. He refused to ask Lara for help. He knew she was excited that he was having a hard time doing certain things but there was still a bit of male pride in him and he liked to prove to himself that he was quite capable of getting up. He walked through their room slowly. His fat belly was hitting her thighs full of cellulite with each step. He was about to enter the corridor when, suddenly, he could no longer move forward. He did not panic, but could not realize what was happening to him.
***
Lara heard her boyfriend struggling. She appeared from across the hall when she saw him. His love handles deeply pressed into both sides of their bedroom door, sweat beading on his forehead from the effort.

A burst of pride swept over her. He was magnificent. Anyone who dared to say the opposite was dealing with her. Right now, she was going to have to help her big pig get out of there.

“I knew I had to change this door frame.
- I'm just a little full, that's why.
- Do you call that a little full? "

She approached Marc and dug her finger deep into his navel. Her eyes shone with desire.

"So big that you don't go through the doors anymore, huh?" "

As if to reply, Marc's belly growled even more. Lara smiles.

"Okay, first loosen up and then feed yourself. I'll scold you after. "

Marc sighed in relief. The too long standing position was really difficult to support.
***
After a huge night of stuffing, Marc hardly took a breath, Lara rubbed large circles on the huge dome of fat available to her.

He manages to ask in a plaintive voice:

"Didn't you bake a cake?
- Baby, you can barely breathe, do you really want this cake? You can still have it tomorrow.
- No, I really wanted to taste it. Bring it and we'll see what I eat.
- If I bring it to you you’ll gobble it up until you explode, greedy pig. I'll bring you half and we'll see. "

She got up and immediately Marc moaned, eager to rediscover that contact between Lara's warm hands and his immense expanse of swollen pulpit which he could call belly with a little imagination.
***
He ends up eating the whole cake, dipping into a food coma from the last bite swallowed. Lara continued to stroke the hot fat in her hands a little more until Marc's discomfort groans faded for more regular breathing.

She checked the time and grabbed her laptop. If Marc was no longer the size of their apartment, it was their apartment that would be the size of Marc.

She looked at the obese body stuck to hers. Marc weighed no more than 95 kg when they started dating. He must have been around 250 kilos today and obviously did not intend to stop there. Lara smiles. Whatever he does, he will always remain her fat pig incapable.

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Heyy! First story here, and I'm french sorry my english is not that good ^^'
But hope you've enjoyed it!
And, sorry I didnt noticed, I used kilograms ^^'
So Marc was around 200 pounds when he start gaining, and now he is about 500 pounds I think!