Chapter 1

The living room was aglow with the golden light of sunset, filtering through half-drawn blinds. Karin perched herself on the couch beside Jacob, her delicate fingers trailing over the soft swell of his belly. Her lips curled into a smile, tender and conspiratorial.

"You know," she began, voice sweet but laced with mischief, "I’ve been thinking… you’d look so good with a little more on you. Rounder, softer. Imagine it—me spoiling you rotten, cooking up all your favorite meals."

Jacob chuckled, a little bashful as he shifted his weight, the faint jiggle of his middle not lost on her. “You’re always spoiling me, Karin. I’d be twice this size if I didn’t watch it.”

"Exactly," she teased, her fingers slipping beneath his shirt to press against his warm skin. "Why watch it at all? You’re perfect as you are—but more of you? Mmm, irresistible." Her eyes gleamed as her hand kneaded the softness of his stomach, a deliberate, sensual rhythm.

He hesitated, the idea rolling around in his mind, half-tempted and half-skeptical. “You’re serious about this?”

“Dead serious.” Her hands moved lower, stroking the gentle curve where his belly met his waistband. “Let me take care of you. Feed you, pamper you, worship every inch as you grow for me. Imagine sitting here after a big meal, stuffed and happy, and me rubbing your belly just like this.” Her nails lightly grazed his skin, making him shiver.

Jacob’s laugh was soft, nervous, but there was a flicker of intrigue in his eyes. “You make it sound so nice, but—”

“No buts.” Karin leaned in, brushing her lips against his ear. “Let me show you how nice it’ll be.”

It started small: extra helpings of dinner, snacks strategically placed within reach when Jacob relaxed after work. Karin would pile his plate high, her smile widening as he cleaned it, his reluctance fading with every meal. The first time he leaned back with a satisfied groan, stomach rounded and taut from a feast, she was on him immediately.

“See?” she whispered, straddling his lap and slipping her hands beneath his shirt. “Doesn’t this feel amazing?” She kneaded his belly in firm, circular motions, her touch adoring, almost reverent. He let out a low hum, eyes fluttering shut as her hands worked their magic, the tension in him melting under her care.

Weeks turned into months, and Jacob began to change. His shirts grew snug, his waistband strained, and Karin’s delight was boundless. Every time he indulged, every time he leaned back with that telltale sigh, she was there—her hands, her words, her worship.

“You’re so handsome,” she murmured one night, tracing patterns over his growing belly as he reclined on the couch, sated from the enormous dinner she’d prepared. “Every inch of you drives me wild.” She pressed her lips to his skin, kissing the soft expanse, her hands never still, always caressing, always encouraging.

“Karin,” he groaned, the sound thick with contentment.

“Yes, baby?” She grinned, shifting to straddle him. Her hips pressed against his, her weight sinking him deeper into the cushions. “Tell me you love it. Tell me you’ll keep growing for me.”

His hands moved to her waist, pulling her closer. “You’re impossible.”

“And you’re mine,” she countered, her voice low and teasing as she ground against him, her nails digging into his sides. “Every bite, every inch, every pound—it’s all for me.”

By the time winter rolled around, Jacob was undeniably immense. His belly dominated his frame, soft and heavy, a testament to Karin’s relentless devotion. She doted on him endlessly, her joy peaking every time she coaxed him into another indulgent meal.

After a particularly extravagant feast, he lay sprawled in their bed, his shirt hiked up, his breath slow and labored. Karin crawled over him, her eyes alight with hunger—not for food, but for him. Her hands slid over his skin, massaging his belly with practiced ease, her lips brushing against his neck.

“You’re perfect,” she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. “So full, so beautiful.”

Jacob groaned, his body relaxing under her ministrations. “You’re gonna ruin me, Karin.”

“Good,” she replied, pressing herself against him, her hands kneading, worshiping. “You deserve to be ruined. You’re mine to spoil, mine to love.”

And as her lips traveled lower, her hands still lavishing attention on his belly, Jacob finally let himself believe it.

The apartment had transformed into a haven of indulgence. Karin ruled it like a queen, her soft touch now carrying the weight of absolute authority. Jacob, now swollen to an incredible size, had long since surrendered to her vision of him, but her care had grown sharper, more deliberate—her devotion deeper, but edged with dominance.

He sat reclined on their custom-built couch, one strong enough to bear his immense frame, his belly spilling out onto his lap, rising and falling with every labored breath. Mobility was no longer effortless; even standing had become a chore. Karin’s keen eyes caught the way he hesitated when he tried to shift, the faint flush of embarrassment on his face when he reached for her assistance. She loved it.

“Stop,” she said firmly, crossing the room with purpose. Her hands, small but commanding, pressed down on his shoulders, keeping him seated. “You don’t need to move. That’s what I’m here for.”

Jacob looked up at her, his face a mixture of gratitude and uncertainty. “Karin, I can still—”

“You can still sit there like the king you are,” she interrupted, her tone sharp but warm. She knelt between his massive thighs, her hands sliding up over his belly, her eyes locking with his. “You don’t need to strain yourself. Let me handle everything.”

Her fingers pressed into his soft flesh, kneading with a deliberate firmness that made him groan. “See? You’re meant to relax, to be taken care of. That’s my job.” She leaned forward, her lips brushing over the crest of his belly, kissing it with a reverence that sent shivers through him.

As time went on, her control over his routine became absolute. She prepared every meal, each plate more lavish than the last, piling it high with dishes designed to make him groan with pleasure and fullness. He was utterly dependent on her now, and she reveled in it.

“Karin,” he muttered one evening as she brought him a tray loaded with food, her arms steady despite its weight. “Don’t you think—”

“No.” Her voice cut through his words like a knife, her expression firm. “You’re perfect. Exactly how I want you.” She set the tray down in front of him, leaning in close. Her tone softened as she traced her fingers along his jawline, her lips brushing his ear. “Don’t second-guess me, Jacob. I know what’s best for you.”

He swallowed hard, cowed but oddly comforted by her certainty. She climbed into his lap, her legs straddling his thighs, her weight pressing into him as she plucked a fork from the tray and held it to his lips. “Open,” she commanded, her smile sweet but unwavering.

He obeyed, the food melting on his tongue as her other hand slipped beneath his shirt, stroking and squeezing his belly. “Good boy,” she murmured.

Even simple movements became too much for him as the weeks wore on. One afternoon, he struggled to rise from the couch, his breath coming in short bursts as he pushed against the armrests. Karin appeared in an instant, her presence both a comfort and a reminder of his limits.

“Stop it,” she snapped, grabbing his wrists and forcing him back down. She stood over him, hands on her hips, her eyes blazing. “You don’t need to prove anything. I’ve got you.”

“But, Karin, I can’t just—”

“Can’t just what? Be mine?” she retorted, stepping closer, her tone softening into a purr as she leaned over him. “You already are. All of you. Every inch, every pound, every breath—it’s all mine.”

Her hands gripped his belly, lifting and squeezing as though to emphasize her point. “And I’ll take care of what’s mine. So sit. Stay.”

He sank back into the cushions, her words washing over him like a command he couldn’t disobey.

One night, after a particularly heavy dinner, Jacob was sprawled out in their oversized bed, his belly distended and taut. He looked helpless, utterly at her mercy, and she loved it.

Karin climbed up beside him, straddling his legs as she ran her hands over the expanse of his stomach. “You’ve done so well for me,” she cooed, her voice dripping with pride. “Look at you. My beautiful, obedient man.”

Her hands worked his belly with a firmness that made him groan, his breath catching as she leaned in close, her lips just brushing his. “You’ll keep growing for me, won’t you?”

“Karin…” He hesitated, his voice thick with exhaustion.

“You will,” she said, her tone leaving no room for argument. “Because you love how it feels. You love how I take care of you. And you love how I make you feel like this.” Her hands pressed harder, her lips finding his neck, her teeth grazing his skin.

He groaned, his massive body trembling beneath her as her hands and words worked him into submission. “I… I’ll keep growing for you,” he admitted, the words tumbling out like a confession.

She grinned, triumphant, her hands still roaming over his body. “That’s my good boy.”

And as she kissed him, her dominance and devotion consuming him whole, Jacob knew there was no turning back. He belonged to her entirely, and she wouldn’t have it any other way.

The shift in Karin's body began subtly, her lithe frame growing firmer, her movements imbued with a confidence that carried an edge of raw physicality. At first, Jacob didn’t notice; his world revolved around the routine she set—meals, rubs, her doting attention. But as her arms became sculpted and her thighs thicker with muscle, as her grip on him became less tender and more commanding, it became clear that Karin was changing, evolving to match the role she had claimed over him.

One evening, she stood in the doorway of their bedroom, dressed in a tank top that clung to her chiseled frame. Her shoulders were broad now, her arms defined, and her legs—bare beneath a pair of snug shorts—were nothing short of powerful. Jacob, propped up in bed and surrounded by pillows, noticed the way her presence filled the room. She looked like a goddess, her beauty sharper, almost dangerous.

“You’re staring,” she said, her lips quirking into a smile as she strode toward him, her footsteps deliberate.

“I—uh…” He shifted uncomfortably, his immense body sinking deeper into the mattress. “You’ve been working out a lot, haven’t you?”

Her smile widened as she reached the edge of the bed. “Of course. Someone has to keep things running around here, don’t they?” Her hand trailed over his belly, her fingers curling just enough to dig into the soft flesh. “Especially since you’re not exactly… mobile anymore.”

He flushed, a mix of shame and arousal coursing through him. “I’m not completely helpless, Karin.”

Her grip tightened, her smile turning sly. “Is that so?”

The first time Jacob tried to push back against her, it didn’t go well. It was a small thing—he wanted to skip dessert after a particularly heavy dinner, his belly groaning in protest.

“No more tonight,” he muttered, his voice breathy as he waved her off.

Karin’s brow arched. “Excuse me?”

“I said I’m done.”

She set the tray down with a deliberate thud, her hands on her hips as she stared him down. “You don’t get to decide that, Jacob. That’s my call.”

He huffed, frustration bubbling up. “Karin, I said no. I’m not—”

Before he could finish, she was on him, her movements quick and fluid despite her strength. She climbed onto the bed, her knees sinking into the mattress as she straddled his massive thighs. Her hands gripped his wrists, pinning them to the bed with an ease that stunned him.

“You’re not what?” she demanded, leaning in close, her voice low and dangerous. “Strong enough to stop me? Big enough to intimidate me?” She pressed her weight into him, her body a stark contrast of solid muscle against his softness.

“Karin, I—”

“You’re mine,” she growled, her grip tightening as she loomed over him, her face inches from his. “Every inch of you, every decision you think you can make—it’s all mine. Do you understand?”

He swallowed hard, his resistance crumbling under her dominance. “Yes,” he whispered.

Her lips curled into a victorious smile as she released his wrists, her hands immediately moving to his belly, kneading it with deliberate firmness. “Good boy,” she purred, her tone softening. “Now, open up. You’ve got room for one more bite.”

As the months went on, Karin’s strength became undeniable. She didn’t just move him when he resisted; she carried him when she needed to. One night, when Jacob insisted he didn’t want to leave the couch, she simply bent down, her arms slipping under him.

“What are you doing?” he protested, his voice tinged with panic as she lifted him effortlessly, his immense body cradled in her powerful arms.

“I’m taking you to bed,” she said simply, her tone calm but unyielding.

“You can’t just—”

“Can’t I?” she interrupted, her biceps flexing as she adjusted his weight. Her eyes bored into his, daring him to argue further.

He didn’t.

Their dynamic shifted completely after that night. Karin took full control, her dominance manifesting in every aspect of their lives. She pushed him harder, feeding him more, her strength allowing her to manipulate him physically when his mind wavered.

One evening, as he struggled to roll over in bed, she climbed on top of him, her thighs trapping his hips, her hands gripping his shoulders. “Stop fighting me,” she commanded, her voice firm but laced with affection. “You know I’ll win.”

Jacob groaned, his massive chest heaving as he looked up at her, his frustration melting into submission. “You’re… too strong for me.”

She leaned down, her lips brushing his ear. “Exactly,” she whispered, her hands trailing over his body, her touch both possessive and tender. “And I’ll always be strong enough to take care of you. No matter how big you get.”

Her fingers dug into his belly, her lips pressing against his neck as she claimed him once again, her strength and dominance wrapping around him like an unbreakable chain. Jacob didn’t resist anymore. He couldn’t. He was hers, in every way.