More Than Enough

Chapter 1 - One take

Lena always admired Jack’s easy-going nature—how he trusted her implicitly, how his curiosity never waned, even when she proposed the most unconventional ideas. They’d been together for three years, but it was only recently that she’d shared a secret fascination: the idea of seeing him grow, not just emotionally or professionally, but physically.

Jack had laughed at first, amused and intrigued. But curiosity gave way to interest, and interest to enthusiasm. “If it makes you happy,” he’d said with a grin, “let’s see where this goes.”

It started subtly—rich, decadent meals crafted with care: buttery pastries for breakfast, creamy pastas drenched in sauces, desserts layered with chocolate and cream. Lena wasn’t just feeding him; she was crafting experiences, weaving affection into every bite. Jack’s appetite, once modest, grew voracious under her influence, aided by subtle tricks—extra spices that heightened his cravings, textures designed to keep his palate intrigued.

Weeks turned into months, and the changes were undeniable. His shirts, once crisp and fitted, strained against seams, buttons threatening to pop with every hearty laugh. One evening, as Lena watched him struggle with a snug t-shirt, the fabric finally gave way with a satisfying rip. They both burst into laughter, the room filled with warmth and acceptance.

Their connection deepened with Jack’s transformation. It wasn’t just about the food or his expanding frame; it was about trust, vulnerability, and shared desires. Lena adored the softness she could sink into, the way his presence filled a room—and Jack reveled in the attention, the way her eyes sparkled when she looked at him.

They explored new rituals together. Sometimes, Lena playfully teased him with funnel feeds, decadent milkshakes poured slowly as Jack leaned back, grinning, eager for more. Their intimacy grew richer, rooted in acceptance and the joy of discovery. It wasn’t just physical—it was emotional, a celebration of who they were and what they shared.

In the quiet aftermath of these indulgent evenings, tangled in each other’s arms, Jack would whisper, “I’ve never felt more wanted. More… enough.”

And Lena would smile, tracing the curve of his cheek, replying softly, “You’ve always been more than enough.”

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