Chapter 1 enter Tiana and Luke

Note to the reader: This story is largely written from a first person perspective, the few parts that don’t shall be proceeded by a paragraph containing only the word “Narration.” All other portions of this story will be proceeded by the name of the character whose viewpoint they are from, like this.

Luke


My name is Luke, let’s say Luke Smith. I’m tall, dark, and honestly pretty basic looking otherwise. What? Did you expect hansom next? I’d like to think so, and I ain’t ugly, but right now nobody would say handsome but my wife. Then again Tiana is the only one whose opinion of my looks really matters. Anyone else thinking that I’m hot stuff is an ego boost at best. But I’m getting distracted. The important thing is my wife.

Tiana is kind, she’s humble, she has a fun, sassy personality, and she is absolutely beautiful. I like to act all highbrow and proper, but when I’m being honest, I’ll admit that what got my attention in the first place was how she looked. Tiana is 5’8”, and a hundred and forty pounds give or take five or so, giving Tiana a cute little pot belly. I always love the way it looks when she wears tight clothes that show it off, it’s a good thing that she loves the fact that it does the same for her chest and butt, because I don’t think she’d ever wear tight clothes otherwise. Like most of the women I know, Tiana hates her belly fat. But not enough to feel down about her looks in general. Not most of the time anyway. I always tell her that I’m grateful she isn’t skinnier, if she was too skinny, she’d have a smaller chest and ass, both of which are huge, and they’re both things she loves about herself. I’m not wrong, the weight lost has to leave from somewhere, right? And that’s where a huge chunk of her body fat is. That and her belly, which I actually like, whenever I say that she playfully calls me a perv and changes subjects, so I’m mostly quiet on the topic.

A lot of women would feel bad about things like having a belly. But Tiana wore the weight damned well and she knew it. It didn’t hurt that her body puts most of that weight onto her huge chest, her juicy behind, or her nice, round, hips. With some of the fat going on her belly too I guess, but I like that anyway. Tiana thinks it’s weird, or that I’m just being nice, but I really do. Besides, I think that she’d still be happy with her looks at twice this weight, and I know I would be. Still, I feel kind of guilty for hoping that she gains weight. I really do hope that she does. A lot. Both that she gains a lot of weight, and that I hope for it quite strongly. As selfish as it may sound that’s half of why I want to have a kid with her, I want to see her stomach grow dramatically, I want to see her chest grow too, and I want to see all of that pudge stick around after, knowing that it will only grow thicker with time. Tiana knows that I like her belly, or should know anyway. If she hates it and wants to shrink her little “pot belly” as she calls it then I wish her luck, but just so I can see her happier, I really don’t want her to lose weight for its own sake. I think she knows that, but I don’t think she gets just how much I want the opposite to happen, not even after two years of marriage and three of telling her how I feel about her body.

I don’t think anyone really knows but my therapist, she told me to write my feelings and desires in a journal, at least until I can bring myself to tell Tiana. I don’t have a proper journal, but I found a notebook with RECCKE stamped on the front of it. A Google search says that RECCE is either a pharmaceutical company or short for “Recon.” Maybe it was meant for soldiers and got rejected for the K? Whatever. I’ll put everything in there along with my dirty fantasies. I’ll put a few recipes in the front of it too. Then if Tiana sees me writing in it I’ll have plausible deniability by telling her it’s just a cookbook. Hell, cooking a lot and fattening her up is one of those fantasies I keep having anyway, so it fits.


Tiana


“This is good!” I exclaimed as I plunged my spoon back into a sea of Macaroni and Cheese. Luke looked at me across the table and said “Hah, thanks, but it’s just mac and cheese from a recipe I found online.” Tapping his “secret recipe book” in the pocket on the front of his apron. The man was really getting into playing chef and it always made us both smile. He continued, “I don’t even know who made the recipe in the first place. I found it online. But I’m glad you like it.” He then took his first bite, facial expression showing that he understood exactly why I loved the meal so much, “Yeah,” I said once I’d swallowed my second bite, “I didn’t know it could be this good. The only kinds I’ve had before are Kraft and Velveeta. I love the veggies and bacon bits.” Then I took another bite. This stuff was just the best. I’m so glad that Luke decided to take up cooking. It was so good that hardly another word was exchanged before we finished our bowls. Luke said “I love how this turned out. I think I’m gonna get seconds. Do you want some more too?” I answered by holding a bowl up for him to take, when Luke leaned in to take it I stole a quick kiss before saying, “You keep this up and I’ll have to find a way to reward you.” Luke raised and lowered his eyebrows as he smirked, saying “Oh, I think I know a way.” Coyly. I sighed and said, “Uhg, but we’re doing that almost every night anyway since we’re trying to have a child. I really don’t want to do it even more.” Luke put on an exaggerated frown and jokingly said “Aaww, and here I thought you were having fun!” before smiling again and saying, “But don’t feel like you’ve got to pay me back. Watching you smile is reward enough for me. If anything I wish I’d started doing this sooner.” And he set down the bowl of macaroni with a spoon in it in front of me.

When we’d finished eating Luke took our bowls toward the sink, saying “Really, don’t worry about paying me back or anything. I’ve got to get used to being selfless for the people I love if we’re gonna have kids anyway. Besides, this is a small thing, so don’t act like it's a big deal.” And the recipe book fell out of his apron pocket as he bent over to set down the food. When it hit the table the book landed open, revealing the phrase “Mac and cheese and bits. Oh, and more cheese. Chhhheeeesssseeee.” I giggled at the silly name. Luke put his sarcastically over the top sorrow act on again and said “Oh, is it that funny when I drop things? You just want to laugh at me!” Before we both broke out laughing. I chose to answer his silly question seriously and said “If you’re wondering what’s so funny, your book fell open to the name of the meal you just made. I have to laugh at it being mac and,” and I dragged out the word to match the title in the book, “Cchhheeessseee.” Before laughing again. Afterwards I stood up and took Luke by the apron, planting a long, slow kiss on his lips as I slipped the cook book back into his pocket. When I pulled back Luke had that deliriously happy look on his face and a mischievous smile. He spoke half-jokingly, “Okay. Now. Let’s say I changed my mind about not wanting that reward.” Then he wrapped a hand around my hip and held me closely as he kissed me again. He then let out a wistful sigh and I smiled wordlessly as we both ran off toward the bedroom.


Luke


Okay, maybe “Almost every night.” Wasn’t enough after all. Dear God I love this woman, hell, I shouldn’t push for more. I want her to be happy and I honestly don’t think anything will ever be enough for me to say “no more” anyway. At least not consistently. I love everything about our fun time. Every little passionate breath from Tiana, every sigh and exhale. Every look on her face and each bounce of her chest. Hell, I even love watching her belly bouncing when she’s under me, or over me, or anything else really. Even after it's all over I love the way my wife cuddles with me, it’s like she’s trying to hold me closer even as we’re touching. And the scent of her hair against my face as we drift off to sleep in each other’s arms makes me happy to be alive. I fell asleep thinking the same thing I do every night with my beautiful wife. What did I do to get to have this woman by my side every night? Whatever it was, it was easily the best move I’ve ever made.

I don’t know why exactly, but the next day I felt like I was walking on air all day long. Everything just felt, I don’t know, right. Even my mindless and monotonous job felt great. It was like every little thing was just, just right.

Tiana

I went to see my fertility doctor after work today. I had made the appointment when I realized that Luke and I had been trying to have a kid for over a year to no result, so it was time to try something beyond having lots of sex. This was my third appointment with doctor Ahn. I know its silly, but I’ve been trying something I heard from some self help guru I saw on T.V. and been doing positive thinking while I keep my goal on mind. I will get pregnant, I will have a baby. A happy, healthy, child. So, when I was called into the doctor’s office, I had a hopeful heart and a smile on my face.

Both of which crumbled the moment I saw Doctor Ahn’s face. He had the countenance of a man given the job of telling me that my patents had just died horribly. He must have noticed that I saw it, and said “I’m sorry Miss Smith,” motioning to the seat in the room and saying, “You may want to have a se-“ I cut him off with “I can’t have children, can I?” to which the doctor sadly shook his head before saying “No, I’m sorry but this is not an issue I can fix with a pill.” his shoulders seemed to sink lower with each word. A small spark of hope entered my mind as I asked “Is there anything that can be done? Like, treatments or injections and diets. Even a surgery maybe?” Ahn shook his head and said “Adoption is your only option I know of. Your uter-“ I cut him off with “Don’t say it. I’m done here. Is that all doctor?” he sadly nodded and I turned around, storming out of the room. I know the doctor said something as I left, but I honestly couldn’t say what. Probably checking if I’m okay or trying to explain. But I didn’t care what he said or why, I just had to get out of there. Thankfully nobody else stopped me or spoke to me before I got out of the building and into my car. I’m not proud of it, but I cried like a baby. Like the baby I couldn’t have. Once I’d managed to pull myself together I drove home.

It was moments like this that I hate being a stay at home, uumm, not mom. Housewife? Whatever. I hate that I’m at home alone for hours while Luke is at work. This is not exactly a cake an ice cream kind of fun time. Hell, I was never big on sweets anyway. But I really was hungry. So I decided to go to the kitchen and look around. Our fridge was full of fruits and veggies, and a few different cuts of meat. Hhmmm, Luke probably meant to make something tonight, but I have no idea what. I don’t want to eat his ingredients when he needs them tonight. I know what I’ll do! I’ll go get his little cookbook and see if he has any recipes marked or anything, then I just won’t touch whatever ingredients that uses. So, I opened the book near the end to see the most recent addition. What I saw left me standing there with my mouth open.

The last page with writing on it read as follows.

In my fantasies Tiana loves my cooking so much that she eats everything I can make, no matter how much it is. Mountains of mashed potatoes flow into her mouth until she is the shape of a potato herself. But that still isn’t enough, Tiana eats hundreds of meals worth of food of every sort until she is so fat that she can’t even move. Then she motions me toward her, and I walk up to my wife to have her wrap an arm against me, pressing me against her engorged stomach and giving me an erection that presses into her soft belly. I blush and look down at my wife who says “That dinner was to die for. But I’m curious, what’s for dessert?” I stammer as I think about how ravenous she is, asking for dessert after eating more food than is actually in my kitchen in reality. Tiana feels me twitching slightly in my pants and looks up at me with a playful smile. Tiana then unzips my pants and says “Looks like I found my dessert.” before sucking me off with an intense desire beyond any she’d ever actually had for doing that in real life.

I looked through the book to finding that it only had three recipes, the macaroni, the steak, and one on fajitas, probably what he intends to make tonight. The rest of the book is filled with Luke’s fantasies, which all included me eating insane amounts of food and/or performing sexual acts on Luke. Then, as I continued to flip through pages I found one entry that wasn’t a fantasy at all. It read,


My therapist told me to write down my feelings, well, this is the most secretive place I have to write, so whatever. I just want to figure out how to tell Tiana about what I really want. I want to watch her eat and get fat, beyond fat. I have fucking dreams about hand feeding her, then fucking her until she’s ready to eat again, at which point she’d eat until she’s ready to fuck again. But how could I tell her that? Tiana already hates her little pot belly, and that’s not half the size that I want her to be. Hell, I don’t want to admit it to Tiana, but that’s a big part of why I love trying for a baby. I can’t wait to see Tiana with a giant, round, belly. That and a fuckton of sex, I won’t tell her, but I always fantasize about fattening Tiana up while we. . ." I heard Luke opening the front door and shouting “Hey Hon, I’m home.” I shut the book and shoved it back into Luke’s apron. Hope you’re hungry. Tonight I’m making fajitas!” he shouted across the house as he walked toward the kitchen and I.

The whole time Luke was cooking I sat at the kitchen table thinking about that book. Whenever Luke looked my way I put on my best attempt at a friendly smile, letting him think that I was patiently awaiting dinner. As he cooked Luke said “Hey Tiana, I think I bought more than I need on accident. So I’ll make huge portions, don’t feel like you have to eat it all.” Of course I don’t have to eat it all. But he wants me to, he wants me to eat a billion tons of every kind of food on the planet. Then, as Luke was plating fajitas it hit me. I was going to tell my husband about the doctor's news. Wait, he really just wants sex, sex and watching my belly grow. Fuck, men are pigs, but if he doesn’t really want a child, then maybe this isn’t really my being unable to give Luke what he wants. Eating, fat, and sex, well, those are all things I can do. Fuck, I can’t have a child anyway, so what’s there for me to do but enjoy myself? I love good food, doesn’t everyone? And now sex does nothing for me but make me feel good anyway. So, maybe this gives me a new direction to go in. Yeah, it’s a low kind of life, it’s just hedonic bologna, living to feel more. But maybe I could be happy doing that. “Are you okay?” Luke asked me, “You just seem really inside your own head today, that’s all.” I smiled at him and said “I’m doing great. I am just starving today. I missed lunch so I think I might just finish this after all.” I actually wasn’t much hungrier than I usually am, but maybe I should give this a try? I just won’t say anything about it to Luke, that way he won’t be sad if I change my mind. I then began to eat some more of my fajitas.

Eventually I did manage to finish my food, I’d considered asking Luke for his leftovers, but I am way too full to swallow anything at all. Maybe not anything. Luke’s story popped into my head and I smiled hard enough that I was afraid I’d give away what I was doing. But he didn’t notice what I was doing as I said “That dinner was fantastic, what’s for dessert?” as I leaned back and rested my hands on my belly.

Luke

As Tiana ate I couldn’t help but notice a weird look of determination on her face. It was like my wife decided that she just had to finish no matter what. I was glad we had some amazing food (you’re welcome Tiana) it gave me plausible deniability if she caught me drooling over her. At least literally drooling anyway. But then my wife became the woman of my dreams literally as well as the normal way. Tiana said “That dinner was fantastic, what’s for dessert?”

I had written in my psych journal about Tiana saying this in a dream, I had a thought that, in hindsight, seems insane. I decided that, if I copy my actions in the dream I should get the same results in reality. So, I decided to do the same thing and stood up, walking next to Tiana in the calmest way I could manage, standing next to her. I had to look at Tiana’s belly as memories of the dream ran through my head. It wasn’t as impossibly stuffed as it had been in the dream of course, but Tiana's belly always did stick out a bit, and the tight, white Number she wore it was very much visible that she’d eaten far more than she normally would. I stepped up closer to Tiana and said “I hadn’t really thought about dessert. I just made steak and-“ Tiana put a hand between my legs and gave me her beat bedroom eyes, along with a seductive smile. I was already so hard that it hurt a bit, so her doing g this was a godsend. Tiana said “I think I found a good dessert here.” And stood up to give me a sloppy and passionate kiss. I felt her arms wrap around me and felt her hands hungrily pull me against her. I didn’t say a single word, taking Tiana’s hand and running to our room.


The room wasn’t exactly miles away, yet I already felt breathless as we began to kiss next at our bedside, I could feel Tiana’s hands running up and down my back, squeezing and grabbing ahold of me wherever they could find purchase to do so. We only stopped to disrobe, and as Tiana’s dress fell to the floor she looked at me with an animalistic hunger. I hardly heard her clothes hit the ground as I stepped forward and wrapped my hands around her body, feeling my fingers sink into her soft, warm body.

Yet, even as I lowered my grip to cup Tiana’s cheeks I imagined them even softer, even as I lifted her off of the floor I had to wonder how she would look when she was too heavy for me to do so any longer. As I pinned Tiana to the wall, I envisioned my hands sinking deeper into her fat, the imagination didn’t stop for even a moment until I was inside her. But even with the sound of Tiana’s breathy word “yes.” I knew I wanted her bigger, and even as I took my beloved against the wall each thrust I imagined more of her, each little jiggle of her chest and stomach was electric, and it made me want more. So much more. More sex, more fat, more Tiana. Just, more.

Once the two of us had finished we spent a moment breathing heavily and lay down in bed together. I could hear and feel Tiana’s breathing change as she fell asleep nestled in the crook of my arm. Yet, even in this beautiful moment, I fell asleep imagining Tiana even more beautiful as pregnancy adds pounds to her frame.