The King of the Couch

Chapter 1 - The King of the couch

Jake had always been the kind of guy who knew how to get what he wanted with a simple demand. He was dominant by nature, and Sarah, his wife, had always been happy to cater to his needs. But lately, something had shifted. Jake had started gaining weight, lounging more, and making increasingly unreasonable demands. His shirts no longer fit, and his belly hung over his waistband, but the more his body swelled, the more his confidence—and his entitlement—seemed to grow.

It wasn’t that Sarah didn’t love him; she did, deeply. But the man who had once been active and driven was now a shadow of his former self, entrenched in his comfortable life of laziness. And yet, there was something about it that stirred a strange feeling inside her. It wasn’t just the way Jake’s dominant demands made her feel—it was the way he seemed to revel in his power, how he let her serve him without hesitation, without question.

One evening, Sarah walked into the living room, where Jake was stretched out on the couch, his shirt pulled up, exposing the soft, round belly he’d been nurturing for the past few months. He was halfway through a bag of chips, and the flicker of the TV played across his face as he lazily glanced over at her.

“Sarah,” he grumbled, his voice thick with authority, “I’m hungry. Make me a sandwich. Double meat. And don’t forget the pickles.”

She stood in the doorway, staring at him, her mind whirring. Jake was demanding, sure, but there was something about his posture—the way his belly sagged over his waistband, how it seemed to grow with each passing day—that made her heart flutter. She could feel a small, unexpected excitement stirring inside her, a rush that both confused and thrilled her.

“Jake,” she said, her voice softer than she intended, “you just ate an hour ago.”

“Yeah, well, I’m still hungry,” he snapped, his eyes not leaving the TV. “Come on, make it quick.”

There was something intoxicating about the way he ordered her around, as though his size had only amplified his power. Sarah swallowed hard. She hadn’t planned on indulging him so often, but somehow, his dominance seemed to captivate her more than she cared to admit.

“Fine,” she replied, turning to head for the kitchen, though her heart was racing.

As she prepared the sandwich, her mind wandered. Jake had been gaining weight steadily over the last few months. His once-toned physique had become soft, almost plush, and yet his sense of entitlement had only increased. He had stopped trying to exercise or even go for walks, preferring instead to spend his days on the couch, demanding snacks and meals, all while growing more and more comfortable with his expanding belly.

Sarah didn’t know what it was—whether it was the way his posture had shifted, how his dominance over her seemed more pronounced, or just the way his body had changed—but there was a small part of her that loved it. She loved the power dynamic that had shifted so subtly between them. She loved the way he looked at her with expectation, his hand resting on his belly as if waiting for her to give in to whatever whim he had next.

When she returned to the living room with the sandwich, she couldn’t help but feel a slight thrill run through her body. Jake barely glanced at her as he reached out to take the plate.

“Thanks,” he muttered, but then his eyes shifted to something else, a mischievous glint dancing in them.

“Hey, while I eat,” he said lazily, “rub my belly. It’s gotten so big, and it’s kind of uncomfortable.”

Sarah hesitated for just a moment. The idea of rubbing his belly, feeling the warmth of his soft skin beneath her fingertips, made a rush of heat crawl up her neck. She had always enjoyed taking care of him, but now... now it was different. There was a deeper connection, a feeling of dominance and submission she hadn’t quite understood until now.

She knelt beside him, the proximity to his massive form almost intoxicating. Slowly, she placed her hands on his belly, feeling the plushness of it beneath her fingers. The softness, the roundness, the way it jutted out from his body—everything about it stirred something deep inside her.

“Mm,” Jake murmured in satisfaction as she began to rub, his eyes half-lidded with pleasure. “That’s it. You’ve got a good touch. You always do.”

Sarah couldn’t help but smile to herself, her hands moving in slow, deliberate circles. She loved how Jake had changed, how his confidence grew with each pound he added. It wasn’t just the physicality—it was the way he commanded her to care for him, to tend to his needs, to serve him. There was something so thrilling about it, about the way he had become more entitled and more dependent, and how she had willingly stepped into that role.

As her fingers traced the soft curves of his belly, she felt a warmth in her chest. She didn’t mind it—she didn’t mind any of it. She loved the way Jake had transformed, loved the way he demanded more of her, loved how his increasing size had turned him into her personal king. And deep down, she knew she’d never want to go back to the way things were before.

Jake, content with the attention, let out a satisfied sigh. “You’re the best, Sarah. I’m getting so big, huh?”

She smiled, her fingers lingering on his soft belly as she looked up at him. “You are,” she murmured. “And I’ll always take care of you.”

He grinned, his eyes gleaming with pride. “Good. That’s what I like to hear.”

For Sarah, there was no turning back. She had found something in this new version of Jake—something that excited her, something that made her feel alive in a way she hadn’t expected. His dominance, his demands, the weight he carried—she loved it all. And as long as he needed her, she would continue to serve him.