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“Do we have any pizza in the freezer? I’m hungry,” Sebastian asks you while typing quickly on his computer keyboard.
It’s around noon on a winter day. You enter the front door of your cozy farmhouse after your morning chores to find Sebastian distractedly working on his computer, half listening to a D&D podcast that plays from his speaker.
“Of course, honey,” you answer cheerily, letting out a long sigh after a few hours of hard work. “Or I can cook you something really quick if you want?”
“Haha, no. Honestly, pizza sounds amazing right now. Something hot and greasy. And you don’t need to cook for me. I’m just trying to finish this project I’m working on...”
“Okay. But just for the record: I love cooking for you.”
“Oh, I know, [Y/N].” He smiles and jiggles his belly, which is hidden under his black hoodie. You blush.
Sebastian’s not stupid; you know that. He’s actually really smart, and he’s quick to solve problems you couldn’t even guess at an answer for. Of course he’s noticed how you praise and encourage him when he indulges in your cooking. Of course he knows...that he’s gained weight because of it.
It’s just that he’s never pointed it out before. He’s never explicitly acknowledged his increased girth, and you’ve never seen him grab at his belly exactly like that. You admit that it’s… stupidly hot. Seeing your pampered house husband touch his gut that he grew eating your delicious meals. He’s never complained about the weight he’s gained, and he doesn’t seem to be upset about it now.
Sebastian stares you down, calculating. He furrows his eyebrows in a way that makes him look angry, but you know actually just means he’s thinking. You can feel the red warmth of your cheeks giving away the feelings you’re trying to hide from him.
“What?” he asks, the word thick with curiosity. His hand continues to grip the fat that sits on his lap behind his computer desk. Despite your best efforts, your eyes surreptitiously slide down to catch another glimpse of it. He smiles, having seemingly deduced some meaning from your actions.
“Um!” you start, too loud, too desperate. “I just remembered--I uh--I have to go feed the chickens!”
You hear him start to say something, but you’re outside and closing the farmhouse door behind you before you can hear it.
You sneak back into the house after stalling around outside for an hour, hoping that you can avoid the situation you’d unwittingly landed yourself in. Unfortunately, instead of the scene being better, it is decidedly much, much worse.
Sebastian lounges across the couch. His head lolls back on the cushions and his open hand cradles the center of his belly. Even through his sweatshirt, his belly looks… bigger than it had an hour ago. You see scraps of pizza crust littering the coffee table in front of him. Did he eat the whole thing?
“Oh, hey [Y/N],” he says with an overly casual air.
“H--hey,” you reply, your voice small.
“I hope you don’t mind, I didn’t save any pizza for you.”
You glance again at the discarded crusts, all that remains of a once large pizza. You smile hesitantly, trying to say it’s okay without using your wavering voice.
“I’ve just been so hungry lately,” he continues. His tone is uncharacteristically theatrical. “It must be you always making sure I have something to eat. And making such stupidly delicious food all the time.”
He rubs his stomach with intention, like he’s putting on a show. He’s watching you very carefully. You know that your face is revealing much more information than you actually want to tell him. You don’t want him to know his words and actions are affecting you so strongly.
“Come over here,” he says gently, holding his arm out for you to sit close to his side. Your heart pounds with nervousness. You hesitate, but you can’t resist the pull of his soft, warm body drawing you in.
You curl up next to him and pinch your eyes closed. Sebastian begins to rub your upper arm softly, soothingly.
“Honey, you know you can tell me anything, right?” Sebastian prompts.
You sigh, weighing your options. Why are you trying to hide from him? You’ve always encouraged him to be open with you, even when he was in dark or confusing places. He’d questioned his sexual orientation, his gender, his career. And you’re always just happy to hear the truth of what’s in your dearest friend’s heart.
You take a deep breath, and steel yourself to share a personal, deep, intimate secret with him.
“Sebastian,” you say evenly, focusing intently on not backing out.
“[Y/N],” he says back. He sounds like he’s trying not to smirk.
“Your-belly-is-so-fucking-cute oh-my-God!” you blurt out in one long, anxious breath.
You feel his chuckle vibrate lightly through his side to yours.
“Is that what you’re being so weird about?” he asks.
“Yes! Because it’s a little weird!” you hiss.
You turn to meet his eyes. His face is so loving. Behind his earnest acceptance, you also see gentle amusement and a hint of coyness.
“That’s okay,” he says calmly. “We’re both a little weird.” He pats your arm reassuringly.
“Okay, well… okay.”
That calms you down. It’s true; you were drawn to each other in the first place because you’re the two biggest nerds in Stardew Valley, and both of you follow a partially nocturnal schedule. More than once, before you really knew each other, you found each other wandering through town when everyone else was asleep.
Sebastian groans a little bit and fidgets awkwardly beside you. You’re reminded of the entire pizza he just ate. You look down at his belly, which you now feel slightly less guilty admiring after your confession.
Your husband has never been what you would call “skinny”. He’s always carried a hint of softness over his body, perpetually hidden behind a black, baggy hoodie. Times where he lost weight were times when he was most struggling with depression, so you had come to associate his thin frame with poor mental health. He was like that when you met him, and it genuinely made you worry about him quite a bit, but the more you hung around him and encouraged him to spend time with his friends, the better he seemed to look. He got more color in his cheeks from the outdoor excursions you would drag him on, and more meat on his bones from the thoughtful meals you would drop off for him in the basement.
When he moved in with you, he seemed so genuinely happy. His interests started expanding all over the house. He would talk to you for hours about ideas for sci-fi novels and board games. He took on a large coding job maintaining the website for an online D&D league. He was at home and confident in himself.
He decided to quit smoking soon after. A mix of him trading a cigarette addiction for a snacking addiction, and frequently enjoying your carefully crafted, largely portioned meals, led him to gain weight. Which you only viewed as positive; a sign of his happiness and your new life together. He’d gained enough weight that you no longer worried about ever seeing thin, depressed Sebastian again.
And at some point during this time, the fatness of your husband became a large source of your attraction to him. You remember the first time you saw his little belly round out under his sweatshirt, and the first time his skinny jeans started to squeeze at his love handles, and the first time he had to buy bigger clothes… As he grew bigger, you only wanted more of him.
Now he sits beside you, the owner of a considerable belly and round cheeks that make him seem a little cheerful and not perpetually morose.
“So you… like this,” he says, gesturing at his rounded midsection.
“You just look so… taken care of. And happy. And I’ve always had a thing for bigger people.”
“Bigger?” he asks. He looks down at you in his soft arms, where you are leaning into him. “You mean… fatter?”
“Yes.” You blush and groan from honesty and humiliated arousal. “I like--that you’ve gotten fatter.”
“And is it… sexual?” He asks.
You hesitate, considering your answer. “Yes, and no. It’s sexual, and it’s not. I love the way your body looks and it makes me want to kiss you and touch you until you can’t breathe, but I also just want to take care of you for the rest of your life and see you be soft and happy.”
“[Y/N]…,” he trails off, breathing your name like a perfume over the skin of your cheek. He looks at you with a mix of love and lust and fascination.
You move even closer to him on the couch, despite the fact that you’re already sharing the same cushion. You get deeply, deeply into his space, and he invites you in.
You kiss him.
He steals the breath from your lungs and electrifies your insides like he did the first time you kissed. His lips move with interest and practiced intimacy. His hand raises behind you to softly grip the back of your hip. You think about moving to straddle his wide lap, but you’re worried about crushing his tender midsection.
“ [Y/N], ” he whimpers wantingly into your mouth, which really does something for you. You decide, screw crushing him being a bad thing, you want to be on him , all over every part of his body. You spread your legs across his thighs, pressing the front of your body against his. As you press into him, and particularly into his large stomach, he lets out a strangled moan. You pause, your face inches from his, and smile hungrily.
You kiss him passionately, pinning his hands to the couch behind him. You feel his body writhe beneath you as he reacts to your touch. His belly presses insistently into yours.
“You like seeing me pinned under you?” Sebastian asks.
“Yes, Seb,” you say firmly. “I like that you’re pinned under me. I like that you’re--you’re pinned under your fat belly.”
He hums pleasantly. His eyes become lidded and dreamy.
“Say more,” he pleads, a servant to desires you both are nervously putting into words for the first time.
“You’ve gotten so much fatter, Seb. Living on the farm. I want you to have everything you want. I want you to always feel good. You look so happy when you’re eating, and when you’re full, and when you’re stuffed . I just want you to eat more and more...”
“How much more do you want me to eat?”
“ More ,” you whisper, needy and hot. The sensation of his fat pressing against your entire body lights up all of your nerves, and you’re suddenly aware of how big and warm he feels.
“Then give me more,” he whispers decisively. He’s shy but he wants it and he’s asking you for it.
You look into his cheeky, pleasure-glazed eyes with your wild ones. You give him a quick, deep kiss before you regretfully slide off of him and dash to the kitchen. You grab a hefty container of leftover spaghetti from last night’s dinner. Your wait in front of the microwave takes an agonizingly long time, since you know that your husband is sitting on the couch in the next room, sporting a full belly, and asking you for more.
You carry the leftovers into the living room with a shy smile. Your arousal makes you undeservedly confident, but you’re still unsure how to deal with the fact that you want your husband to eat a second lunch, and he maybe wants it, too? When you walk up to him, he smiles encouragingly, but looks similarly bashful.
You take a deep breath. “First things first,” you say. “Take off your sweatshirt.”
The once quite oversized hoodie is now getting a bit tight on him. His belly presses snugly against the soft fabric. He pulls the jacket over his head, unintentionally tugging his shirt up as well to reveal a fleeting strip of pale belly.
You stand back and look at him in his black graphic tee that’s a little too small and definitely deserving of the description “clingy”. The tight material accentuates his soft frame nicely, particularly the large valley that dips over the top of his belly button.
“I’m going to feed this to you,” you say, reclaiming your spot on top of Sebastian’s lap. He nods obediently. You feel his hardness through his dark skinny jeans. At this point, you fully believe that this is doing something for him, too. You hold a heaping forkful of pasta up to his lips, and he opens his mouth wide.
The smell of the fresh tomato sauce mixes with the smell of Sebastian and the pizza he ate earlier. He eats your generous bites without question. His eyes close at some point. He relaxes under you and allows you to put him in a trance with your feeding. You reach down and place the container on top of the shelf of his stomach and use your now free hand to gingerly rub the side of his overstretched belly. His eyes flutter open to look at you longingly behind his lashes and he pushes lightly into your touch.
“You’re such a good boy, Seb,” you croon.
He hums around another bite of food.
After you finish feeding him over half the container, he starts to wiggle beneath you, making little sounds of pleasure and discomfort.
“Are you getting full?” you ask with quiet eagerness, your mouth dry.
His face screws up for a minute, and then he lets out a small burp.
“I was full after I downed an entire frozen pizza. I think I’m most of the way to completely stuffed at this point.”
He looks like it. You admire the way his belly rounds out into his shirt and expands further across his lap.
“You look so good like this, Seb. You’re so good for me.” You freely praise him, knowing that he’s always been partial to praise. You want him to know that you appreciate his desire and his devotion to you. You want to build him up. And you also want to bend him to your will and make him cum so fucking hard.
You hold up another bite for Sebastian, just as big as all the others he’d swallowed down into his gut. He pants for a moment while he stares it down. He furrows his dark brows in calculation, seemingly determining if he could fit another bite into his already full stomach.
He takes the bite, slowly.
It’s embarrassing how turned on you are at this point. Sebastian’s jaw moves slowly and his breathing is shallow. He’s sedated with overfeeding, eyes fluttering and cheeks pink with effort and arousal. As he struggles to force himself to finish the food you fed him, you give into your desire to grind your crotch against his. He whimpers over his careful chewing.
You quietly set the remaining food on the couch beside you and focus both your hands onto your husband’s belly. He finishes his bite while you rub large, reverent circles over his fat middle. You press gently on the tightest part, right over his navel, which rounds out ridiculously far, stretching the fabric of his shirt to reveal his pale underbelly to the warm farmhouse air. You grab at the jiggly hang that threatens to cover his entire crotch.
“I’m so full, [Y/N],” he moans. He presses his gut up into you. It looks bigger than you’ve ever seen it before. His newly gained weight is ballooned with more food than you ever dreamed he could eat.
“You look really full,” you say, moving your desperate eyes from his belly to his face. He looks absolutely debauched. His dark hair makes a messy halo around his pale face. His eyes are dazed and greedy.
He makes a modest effort to reach around and under his belly to unbutton his tight pants, but he struggles to cover the distance and falls back into the couch cushions. He pants heavily from the effort.
“Can you--,” he cuts off, his cheeks turning red.
“Can I what?” you tease, fully aware of what he wants from you.
“Can you-- please --get these pants off of me?”
“Why do you need me to do it?” you push further.
His face turns redder, and he fidgets in slight humiliation beneath you. “[Y/N], please. I can’t--I can’t reach.”
You lean down and kiss him deeply, basking in more emotions and lust than you know what to do with. You love making him beg beneath you. You want him to huff his shallow breath into your ear because his overly tight pants are squeezing him too hard.
You eventually decide to free him, snaking your arms between your bodies to reach under his heavy stomach. You have to maneuver under his mass to find the hidden fastening. You feel a little bad for making him wait, the button is really tight. It must have already been tight when he buttoned it this morning.
When the tight pants come apart, he moans in relief, and his belly hangs a little lower in the added space.
“ Fuck.” You both say it at the same time, in the same tone of awestruck arousal. You meet each other's eyes and laugh at the absurdity of the situation.
“Um, [Y/N]?” Sebastian says. Your faces are inches apart from each other.
“Seb?” you reply, ready to give him whatever he could possibly ask of you.
“Please fuck me?”
You smile radiantly. What a good boy he is for asking.
You unstraddle your husband and get on your knees on the wood floor to pull his pants and underwear off of him. The tightness of the fabric makes it a struggle, and he has to raise his hips for you to get them off, jiggling his belly in the process. After being released from the restricting garments, his cock bounces up to curve against the bottom of his stomach. He’s been hard since you first climbed on top of him It would probably be nice of you to let him come sooner rather than later. But you just always have so much fun playing with him.
You think about sitting on him again, but now that you’re on the floor, the thought of crawling between his pale, wobbly thighs to suck him off sounds very appealing.
You enter the space between his spread legs and gaze up at him. He watches you intently. His body is still, like he’s holding his breath, waiting for you to touch him.
You take both of your hands and grab the bottom of his stomach, kneading it between your fingers to the resounding intake of air into Sebastian’s lungs. You shake it gently, watching the way the movement ripples across the rest of him. Your eyes trace his stretchmarks which are pulled taut over the tight mass of food inside of him.
You set aside any reservations you have left and plant a soft, longing kiss onto his belly. He makes a deliciously erotic sound. When you look up at him, he’s covering his face with his hands, but watching you with the utmost attention and intensity. Your view of him is obscured by the roundness of his belly, and you’re sure that his view of you is similarly eclipsed by his own fat.
“When did you get this big, Seb?” you whisper across his belly, trailing hungry kisses over its surface. He is so big , and it’s doing so much for you.
He just moans in response. His head falls back, and he reaches his hands forward blindly to slip them into your hair.
Your arousal becomes overwhelming.Your body is no longer allowing you the leisure of moving slowly, instead demanding instant gratification. You rock back and forth, aching for friction against your jeans. You’ve dragged this amazingly indulgent situation on for long enough, and now you want to come more than anything.
You stand up and quickly strip off your clothes, relishing in the way Sebastian’s eyes light up at the sight of you. Without fanfare or deliberation, you clamber on top of him. You ease down onto his lusciously soft body. You tease your entrance against his hard cock for a moment, and then take him inside of you.
A long moan pours from your lips, building in volume the deeper Sebastian penetrates you. When your pelvis finally presses flat against his plush fat, he starts to move inside of you, too turned on to go slowly. You lean into him and suck sloppy kisses onto his neck.
“Oh [Y/N]--oh fuck,” Sebastian moans back to you, his words losing coherence as you move your body up and down, pleasuring yourself in time with him. He thrusts into you desperately and his whole frame jiggles in response. His body grows hot. Where your bare skin meets his starts sticking together with sweat. His belly molds to your anatomy as if to bring you closer to him, and the added sensation of his quaking fat takes you close to the edge.
“Seeeb…” you croon incoherently. “You’re so fucking good for me...so big--so fucking big, and fat... fuck --you’re so hot.”
“[Y/N]...keep saying that, oh my God. Don’t stop...I’m going to--I’m going to c- come.”
You fuck him hard, both of your breaths ragged from the exertion. You let yourself feel all of it. You feel his cock fill you up and pound deliciously against your sensitive insides. You feel the fat that pads his pubic bone-- fuck, even his crotch has gotten fat --rub against your oversensitive organ in the most amazing way.
“You’re so big, Seb, and you’re--,” you pause, on the precipice of orgasm, all inhibitions fallen to the side. “You’re only going to keep getting bigger. I’m--I’m going to make you fatter. I’m going to make you so fat , and you’re going to love it .”
With one last desperate moan, Sebastian wraps you tightly into his arms, moaning into your neck and pushing his cock as deep inside you as he can. He cries out and comes hot within you at the same time that you come, clenching around him and vibrating with pleasure.
Time stops for a few seconds, and when you come back to, Sebastian is panting heavily, pressing deep kisses up your jaw and to your lips. He purrs deeply in his throat, spent with pleasure and closeness and intensity. You share the softest of kisses.
You study your husband’s face. Sebastian’s smile glows with sweetness and affection.
“I love you, [Y/N]” he says. “I don't often show it, but I'm really happy that I'm your husband. Marrying you was the best decision I ever made.”
“I love you too, Sebastian,” you say, trying to fill the sentiment with everything you feel for him. You want him to know how you appreciate his company and his creativity and his willingness to try new things with you. His effort to please you and be close to you and open himself up for you. “You are an amazing husband and you make me happier than I ever imagined I could be. I’m so lucky that I get to be with you.” His smile in response is so sweet you could cry.
As the haze of ecstasy slips away, you become aware of the dried sweat, saliva, and ejaculate on your naked body. You roll off of Sebastian, equally proud of and squicked by your messy state. Sebastian wears more evidence of the encounter on his body; it sits roundly in his middle. It’s a remnant of your kinky foray that will be staying with him for longer than it takes to shower. And with any luck, the evidence will only continue to grow.
The thought brings a smile to your face.