Chapter 1 - Indulgent

I woke up feeling ravenous, my stomach growling and gurgling with hunger. I could smell breakfast cooking downstairs, and I knew my loving boyfriend had prepared a special feast for me. I couldn't wait to stuff my face and feel my belly grow round and full.

I rolled out of bed and made my way to the bathroom. I took a good look at myself in the mirror. My chubby face was flushed and rosy, my brown eyes sparkling with anticipation. My hair, a mass of curly red tangles, was pulled up into a messy bun on top of my head. I had a smattering of freckles across my nose and cheeks, and my skin was pale and smooth.

I stripped off my pajamas and took a good look at my curvy, hourglass figure. Despite being considered chubby, my figure always seemed to pull attention from the men around me. My ample breasts and full, round buttocks were complemented by my thick, heavy thighs. My belly was soft and plump, and I loved the way it jiggled and bounced when I moved.

I waddled out of the bathroom and made my way downstairs, my pudgy body jiggling and swaying as I walked. The living room and kitchen were cozy and inviting, with warm golden light filtering in through the windows. The furniture was soft and comfortable, with fluffy pillows and blankets scattered about. The air was filled with the delicious aroma of cooking bacon and eggs.

My boyfriend was busy at the stove, flipping pancakes and frying bacon with a smile on his face. He was a tall, handsome man with short, dark hair and kind, brown eyes. His skin was smooth and tan, and his lips were full and sensual. He was always so kind and cuddly, and I loved the way he looked at me with such love and adoration.

"Good morning, love," he said, turning to greet me with a warm smile. "I made you a special breakfast. I know how much you love to eat."

I grinned and waddled over to him, my belly growling with hunger. He wrapped his arms around me and gave me a gentle hug, then led me over to the table, which was set with a feast of fattening foods. There was a stack of syrup-drenched pancakes, a platter of crispy bacon, a bowl of creamy scrambled eggs, and a pitcher of thick, creamy milk.

I sat down and eagerly dug in, stuffing my face with huge mouthfuls of food. My boyfriend watched with a loving smile, rubbing my swollen belly as I burped, hiccupped, and stuffed my face into the afternoon.

I was completely full and satisfied by the time I was finished, and I collapsed onto the couch for a nap before my next feast.

As the days went by, my body grew fatter and softer, my curves becoming more pronounced and lush. My clothes grew tighter around my expanding body, and I loved the way my chubby thighs, breasts, buttocks, and belly jiggled and pushed forward as I ate. My boyfriend was always there to encourage me, gently and passionately stroking, rubbing, and patting my plump, growing belly.

I was in heaven, completely and utterly satisfied by the love and attention my boyfriend gave me. I knew I was the luckiest woman in the world, with a partner who truly loved and adored me for who I was, chubby and greedy as I was. And as I drifted off to sleep on the couch, my belly full and I slept soundly on the couch, my belly full and content. When I woke up, my boyfriend was there, rubbing my plump belly and smiling down at me.

"Time for another feast, my love," he said, a twinkle in his eye.

I grinned and sat up, my body aching with hunger. I followed him into the kitchen, where he had prepared another feast of fattening foods. There were platters of greasy burgers and fries, towers of sugary donuts and cakes, and pitchers of soda and milkshakes.

I sat down and eagerly dug in, stuffing my face with huge mouthfuls of food. My boyfriend watched with a loving smile, rubbing my bloated belly. I was completely full and satisfied when I was finished, and I collapsed onto the couch again, feeling happier and more content than ever.

As the weeks went by, my body grew even fatter and softer, my curves becoming more pronounced and lush. My clothes were stretched to their limits, barely able to contain my expanding figure. But I didn't care. I was in love, and my boyfriend loved me just the way I was.

We spent our days eating and cuddling, watching movies, and lounging around the house. My boyfriend took care of me, cooking all my meals and feeding me by hand. And as I grew fatter and softer, he grew more affectionate and attentive, constantly rubbing my belly and kissing my cheeks.

I knew I was the luckiest woman in the world, with a partner who truly loved and adored me for who I was, chubby and greedy as I was. And as I drifted off to sleep on the couch, my belly full and satisfied, I couldn't help but smile, knowing that I had found the love of my life.