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There was no way…

Kaveh stared down at his feet, of what little of them he could see, as he tried to work out how he was going to get his boots on. In theory, it should be easy. It used to be easy… but that was 350 lbs ago.

Understanding that this was a losing battle, Kaveh looked up pleadingly at his husband who was currently putting on his own winter attire.

“Are you not even going to try?” 

“I… I am… trying.” Kaveh huffed as he leaned forward. His stomach wobbling in front of him, as he tried to bend over enough to reach his feet. No matter how he tried to twist and contort himself, he just couldn’t reach. Finally, Kaveh let out a small whine and sat back up with a huff.

Alhaitham rolled he eyes before he made his way over to the couch, kneeling before his morbidly obese husband. 

Kaveh hadn’t always been this big. Truth was, despite appearances, this was a relatively new development. During the final year of his masters things slowly started to change. Kaveh had started putting immense pressure on himself and between designing elaborate projects and managing his strained finances, he found comfort in the one thing that never wronged him: food. 

He had always been observant—an occupational hazard of an architect. He could spot a misaligned beam or a poorly cut tile from across a room. But when it came to personal matters, especially involving Alhaitham, his observational skills often faltered.

The changes in his body had been gradual, creeping up on him during late nights hunched over blueprints, stress-fueled meals, and the occasional indulgence he refused to deny himself. At first, he brushed it off, but as his robes began to tighten and his movements grew slower, the reality of his weight became impossible to ignore.

What surprised him most however, wasn’t his own reaction to the changes—it was Alhaitham’s.
It started subtly. Kaveh would catch Alhaitham’s eyes lingering a second too long or small comments that seemed to centre on his weight. At first, Kaveh assumed it was just Alhaitham’s usual silent disapproval, a judgment he didn’t have the energy to confront, but occasionally there were moments that didn’t quite fit that narrative.

There was the time Alhaitham offered to grab extra food during dinner, insisting in his usual blunt tone that he’ll “need the energy.” Or the time he casually suggested a tailor who specialized in more “accommodating” cuts of fabric, a suggestion delivered with an uncharacteristic softness that Kaveh couldn’t quite place.

It took a painfully long time for either of them to bring it up, even as casual acts turned into straight up feedist wet dreams. It was obvious they both enjoyed it but neither made a move to address it.

Three years later and hundreds of pounds heavier, they were both very aware of what they were doing.

Kaveh smiled down sweetly as Alhaitham began slipping on his boots. 

“You’re spoiled, you know that?” Alhaitham huffed. 

“I prefer pampered. And whose fault is that?” Kaveh chuckled reaching over to lightly pat his husband’s head. In return, he felt the sharp bite as Alhaitham pinched his ankle for his trouble. 

“Hey! Don’t start that.” Kaveh pouted, lightly kicking his husband.

“Whose fault?” Alhaitham asks incredulously. 

“Yes whose. It wasn’t my idea to make me up so big I can’t bend over, was it?” As much as he complained, he wouldn’t take back being so blissfully fat for anything.

“I've never forced you to do anything. Last I checked you’ve been more than willing to open that pretty mouth of yours.” Alhaitham patted his large wobbly thighs for emphasis.

Kaveh pouted as Alhaitham pulled himself up. It was true; he’d never said no. Still, it could hardly be considered fair when he had such an attentive and caring (insanely hot too, if Kaveh was being honest) husband who ensured he constantly had food or a treat within reach. But before Kaveh could get a word in, Alhaitham spoke again.

“Come on. We’re going to be late if you don’t hurry up,” he said holding out a hand.

With a grunt, Kaveh put all of his effort into standing. Luckily Alhaitham was strong enough to help hoist him the rest of the way. Kaveh didn’t like to think what would happen if his husband wasn’t so strong.

Once up, he paused using Alhaitham to lean on to catch his breath.

“Just give me a moment…” He huffed.

“Of course love,” Alhaitham slowly ran his hand up and down Kaveh’s side. Despite their peculiar arrangement, Kaveh’s comfort was still Alhaitham’s number one priority. 

Kaveh took a moment to take a few deep breaths, enjoying the pleasant caresses before he was fit to speak again.

“You know… we could just skip the market and stay here.”

 “And what about tradition hm?” Alhaitham gave a squeeze to Kavehs ample sides.

“Who cares about tradition.” Kaveh huffed, knowing full well he’d never hear the end of it if they didn’t go. Not that he didn’t love the Christmas market… but staying at home, ordering take out and indulging in his favourite snacks while Alhaitham doted on him? Was a far more tempting offer.

“I heard that apple fritter stall you liked so much is back this year.”  Alhaitham hummed tucking a strand of hair behind Kaveh’s ear.

The mention of the food alone was enough to make Kaveh perk up and his mouth began to water. He tried, and failed, to fight back a grin.

“You’re playing dirty…”

A smug smirk spread across Alhaitham’s face. “Perhaps…“ he shrugged tracing a long slender finger down the side of Kaveh’s sweater-covered belly. “Maybe we can do some taste testing again this year and see if you have a new favourite, hm?”

Kaveh shivered as Alhaitham’s finger teased down his flank. It should have been a simple, innocent touch, but Kaveh was all too aware of his husband’s true intentions. That and the fact that he knew he’d never say no to food.

Still, with a little huff, he did his best to act indignant. “You just want to stuff me till I can’t breathe.”

Alhaitham chuckled softly. “Maybe I do,”

Kaveh narrowed his eyes before letting out a dramatic sigh. He knew he was trapped now.

“Fine… we’ll go… but don’t complain when I’m too fat to walk home.”

“I’ll just have to roll you back,” he chuckled kissing the tip of Kaveh’s nose.

Kaveh couldn’t help but laugh at the thought. He’d be completely helpless, all round and heavy, and Alhaitham would have to find a way to get his fat ass home.  Once they were back and Alhaitham would feed him even more.

What a pleasant image.

****
 

if just getting out the door was tough, getting to the Christmas market was a whole other ordeal.

The car ride itself was relatively uneventful but the walk from the parking lot to the market was a whole other thing.

 Kaveh didn’t often feel the need to leave the house these days. He worked from home and if he ever needed anything out of the house, Alhaitham would get for him in a heartbeat so he really saw no need.

He was now wishing he had maybe put in just a bit more effort into maintaining his mobility. 

By the time they had made the short trip from their home to the Christmas market, Kaveh regretted being talked into going. Sitting on a warm, comfy couch was just so much more appealing than trying to haul his fat frame around a market all evening. Still, the promise of sugar filled treats had won him over, and here he was, leaning heavily on his husband, struggling to catch his breath.

In theory, this should’ve been a real wake up call. To any normal person, this lack of mobility would have terrified them. But instead, Kaveh was now even more determined to get his chubby hands on one of those fattening apple fritters. 

As they finally made it to the market and the apple fritter stand finally came into view Kaveh felt as though he could cry. 

His breathing laboured, he pointed weakly at the cart. “One of… those. Please…”

“Ok ok,” Alhaitham chuckled guiding Kaveh over to a bench. “Take a seat and I’ll be right back.”

Kaveh didn’t need to be told twice as he all but collapsed down onto it. He couldn’t help but let out a little huff as he muttered curses, reminded about just how much he’d let himself go.

While he didn’t mind the weight, it sure as hell didn’t make things easy.

He could see what the weight was doing to him. His belly wobbled whenever he moved, there were fat rolls in places that weren’t supposed to get rolls, and he’d already nearly passed out just from walking five minutes to the market. Just a few years ago a walk like that would have been nothing. Yes, it was hot in the right settings… but Kaveh also didn’t want to be entirely dependent on his husband either.

Just as that thought occurred to him, Alhaitham came back into view with a paper bag in hand.

Any worries or objections he had died on his tongue as Alhaitham produced a bag of the sweet pasteries.

He looked from the bag then up to Alhaitham, a silent plea in his eyes to give them to him.

Alhaitham rolled his eyes before handing his husband the bag, “There’s a dozen in there so you can have a few now and save the rest for later.”

Kaveh eagerly took the bag and peeked inside to see that  it was, indeed, filled with a dozen of the delicacies. A bright smile grew on his face and without any hesitation or pause he reached in and took one of the treats, wasting no time as he shoved it into his mouth.

He let out a sort of little moan he tended to do when his mouth was full. 

The taste was even better than he remembered. The perfect mix of oil laden crispy exterior with a soft doughy and apple filled center. 

Kaveh absolutely could not help himself. He wolfed down two of the pastries before pausing—only to lick his fingers clean—and then immediately going in for another, all the while still making those little happy sounds of pleasure. God, the flavor was divine. It was even better than he remembered it being. 

“We’ll save the rest for later, ok?” Alhaitham said cutting the silence and grabbing the bag from Kaveh’s sticky grasp. “There’s still plenty of stalls to check out and I don’t want you wasting all of your energy on just this one.”

​​Kaveh stopped mid bite, an indignant little pout on his face, his cheeks full of the gooey, calorie packed pastry.

He would’ve liked to continue gorging down his well earned prize for completing the walk here. But he couldn’t deny that there were other things he needed to see at the market, and he didn’t want to spend his whole night sitting here eating either.

Kaveh took his time chewing and swallowed before he spoke.

“Fine… but I’m saving those for later.”

“I don’t doubt it.”

Kaveh gave him a little smirk, before leaning against Alhaitham to stand. God, he really had let himself go. Even the small bit of energy he’d exerted over the past hour had him just about done. 

“Well… where to next?”

Alhaitham guided them expertly from stall to stall. Each one buying something new for Kaveh to try. 

“Last year we were able to hit how many stands again? Before you threw in the towel?” Alhaitham asked  asked as he sat finishing up his second plate full of pirogies.

Kaveh had to pause for a moment. He’d honestly lost count of how many stalls they’d been to already. It felt like a lot, but was it more or less than the previous year? With a huff, Kaveh started to count off on his thick fingers. His mind was a bit muddied. It was hard to keep track of their evening with how much food he’d already consumed. 

“I think about… ten?”

“Think we can hit them all this year?”

Kaveh looked up at his husband with a mildly panicked expression. There was no way he could manage to hit ten more stalls. They’d barely spent more than five minutes at most of them but is 
was still enough to leave his poor abused joints aching, and he was only getting more fatigued as the night went on. In truth, he wanted to complain and tell Alhaitham they should just go home, but there was a hint of a challenge behind his eyes. He knew Alhaitham was enjoying torturing him just a bit. 

He’d deny it if Kaveh asked him outright, but Kaveh knew his husband well enough to know just how much he loved to see him struggle. 

Kaveh let out a little huff of breath before speaking again. “Do you really think I fit more in?” He already felt full as it is.

He watched as Alhaitham placed a hand on his belly pressing lightly as if testing its fullness. Pushing a little too hard, Kaveh stiffled a small burp. “Oof… careful.”

“You’ve got a few more left in you,”

“You’re trying to make me explode….” 

Alhaitham simply smirked and patted Kaveh’s belly, and eliciting a small hiccup from him, “Come on, the next stall is selling poutine,”

God, the poutine… Kaveh had an almost Pavlovian response to the mention of fried potatoes covered in cheese and soaked in thick gravy…

“I… I suppose a little more couldn’t hurt…”

Kaveh continued to wheeze as he waddled from stall to stall. He really must have been a sight.

He could feel eyes on him everywhere. Everyone they passed was staring at him and his husband, and he was sure all of them were thinking the same thing.

At this point his joints certainly weren’t appreciative of the hundreds of excess pounds that hung from his frame. His legs had started to ache and he could hear his heart pounding in his ears as he waddled next to Alhaitham.

Kaveh was really starting to regret giving in to whatever little fantasy Alhaitham wanted to play out. 

He was leaning heavily against his husband in order to stay standing. He let out a low groan and gripped Alhaitham’s shoulder as they walked.

“Are we almost done yet?”

Alhaitham quirked his brow. “Can you still eat?” 

Kaveh let out a whine at the question, giving his husband an indignant look.

“Of course I can. I’m just… *tired.*“

That much was true at least. Kaveh was exhausted, and just wanted to crawl into bed and put some damn pajamas on. 

“Why don’t you take a seat then? I can bring the rest to you.”

Kaveh let out a little relieved sigh. Finally, an out. He could actually rest instead of waddling around while people stared at him judgingly. 

He looked over to where Alhaitham pointed and saw an unoccupied bench off to the side. He nodded and waddled his way over and dropped himself down with an exhausted ‘oof’.

He rubbed at the taught crest of his belly, shuffling the occasional burp. 

Even the action of sitting down tired him out. His legs throbbed with pain, and he was getting increasingly anxious about whether or not he’d be able to get himself back up again. He pushed those thoughts aside and just enjoyed resting for a bit while the night went on around him.

Over the course of the next hour, Alhaitham continued to bring over of a variety of different holiday treats that Kaveh thoughtlessly popped into his mouth. 

By the time Alhaitham had come back with the last of the snacks, Kaveh had started to feel the familiar effects of overindulgence. He was getting full. Very full. In fact, he wasn’t  he’d even be able to get home at this rate. The problem was… there was still food left. Alhaitham couldn’t possibly expect Kaveh to finish it, right?

“I’ve heard good things about these,” Alhaitham said pushing something that looked greasy deep fried and covered in powdered sugar in his direction. 

Kaveh started at the donut holes. The kind of treat that was so rich it could only be eaten in moderation. The key word there being ‘moderation’, a word that has long since been foreign to Kaveh. 
 

Kaveh bit his lip as he eyed up the box. They looked so good, and he wanted them so bad, but there was no way he’d be able to eat it all. He turned to Alhaitham, trying to convey his anxiety and helplessness without offending his husband.

“Alhaitham, I’m so full already… I just don’t know if I have room for any more.”

“Colour?” Alhaitham asked his husband seeing if he truly was at his limit. This was a fun game for them but it was only fun if they were both enjoying it, Alhaitham never wanted Kaveh to be truly uncomfortable or in pain. 

Kaveh was a bit reluctant to admit it, but there was just no way he could manage any more. There was look of helplessness his eyes as he met his husband’s gaze.

“Red… I’m done. Please… I can’t eat anymore, my stomach hurts…”

“Fuck you did so good Kaveh.” Alhaitham instantly started praising. “You went to sixteen of them. Sixteen Kaveh. And god…” his eyes traced the width of Kaveh’s belly, “you look huge,”

Kaveh groaned at the mention of how many stalls he’d managed to hit. He felt like his belly was going to burst, and he was still sitting down. There was no way he’d be able to stand right now. 

A pitiful whine escaped from his lips at the teasing comment on his size, and he glanced up at Alhaitham through heavy lidded eyes.

“You… did this to me…” he groaned.

“Last I checked, you never once said no.” He stated obviously. 

Kaveh let out an indignant huff. Yeah, never said no. It’s not like his husband was shoving food in his face all night…

Alhaitham chuckled, leaning forward and pushing Kaveh’s ear muff back just enough to whisper in his ear. “Really Kaveh, you’ve let yourself go,” his voice low and gravely with arousal. 

He always knew just how to speak to make Kaveh shiver, especially when his voice dropped so low and sultry like that. And, of course, he knew every one of Kaveh’s weak spotsNot only was Kaveh feeling the pulse of his over stuffed gut, but now he could feel his pussy pulse with arousal too.

Kaveh’s eyes closed and he let out a soft, whimpering moan as Alhaitham’s hand found its way back to his stomach, which let out a soft gurgle in response.

“Why don’t we get you home hm? You’ve don’t so well already.”

Kaveh let out a shaky sigh as Alhaitham’s hand caressed his bloated belly. He was feeling so full his head was starting to spin a bit. God… how was he going to get home like this? He barely had the energy to sit up as it was, let alone get up and actually walk somewhere.

“Yes hic… please let’s get home…”

The trek back to the car difficult, but actually getting in the car felt nearly impossible. It hurt to bend in any capacity, his belly protesting any motion.

As much as Kaveh had wanted to sit in the passenger seat, he realized quickly there was just no way he’d be able to manage to sit up there with how stuffed and tired he was. So instead he was forced to let Alhaitham help him into the backseat. There at least was more room to spread out.

“You good back there?” Alhaitham’s eyes roamed over Kaveh’s bloated frame in the rearview mirror.

Kaveh groaned and shifted his legs a bit into a position that didn’t press his bloated stomach as much. It hurt. Not to mention he felt ridiculously full. He just wanted to be home already, preferably on a couch or in bed or literally anywhere he could rest with his pants unbuttoned and his gut out. At the moment, sitting up was uncomfortable enough all ready… He let out a soft sigh before responding to Alhaitham.

“I’m fine hic!… Just drive.” He hiccuped. “Gently…” he added as an after thought.

Alhaitham tried his best to manvouver the bumps but some were simply unavoidable. He tried not to laugh as the occasional bump caused poor Kaveh to belch uncomfortably. 

Alhaitham at least had the decency to drive as smoothly as possible to avoid further discomfort. But each little bit of turbulence still forced a pitiful little belch to erupt from Kaveh’s mouth. 

Once home, Alhaitham gently lead him gently to the bedroom. 

He finally collapsed onto the bed and let out a breathless moan of relief. The bed let out it’s own groan which Kaveh promptly ignored. He didn’t think he could manage moving anymore tonight.

“Want some tea love?” Alhaitham asked softly. 

While yes he did, he also desperately wanted belly rubs. 

He glanced over at Alhaitham. “… Only if you’re going to rub my belly while I do nothing.”

Alhaitham chuckled fondly. “I can do that.” He then patted Kavehs belly affectionately before leaving to make some tea.

When his husband finally returned, Kaveh sat back and let Alhaitham work his magic. 

He had to suppress an obscene moan when Alhaitham’s hands finally found their way to his bloated middle. And oh god was it wonderful… All the tension in his overfull belly just seemed to ease with every soft and firm stroke of his husband’s hands letting out the occasional stuffed hiccup. Kaveh could very well fall asleep like this, with tea, watching TV, with Alhaitham just sitting there massaging his gut…

“So good….” he murmured.

“You did so well tonight Kaveh,” Alhaitham whispered. 

A shiver ran down Kaveh’s spine every single time his husband praised him. He never tired of Alhaitham’s voice, especially when it dropped into a lower, huskier tone. And the way he was stroking Kaveh’s poor, full belly was driving him mad with the need for more. He just couldn’t get enough of this. 

Kaveh let out another soft moan before replying, his voice a bit needy, and shaky. “Mmn… I did…?”

“So good, so so good.” Kaveh watched as Alhaitham pushed up his sweater planting a soft kiss just above his navel. 

Kaveh’s breath hitched as Alhaitham’s lips met his warm belly. The sensation alone was maddening.

He let out a soft whimper in response, trying desperately to maintain some semblance of composure, but failing miserably. It was so, so hard to think right now…

Kaveh’s eyes trailed over to the  left overs on the bedside table…

There was still some left, and his stomach let out a pitiful little gurgle as if to remind him how full he was… Or was it in an attempt to get him to put more food in there? He couldn’t tell anymore.

He’d lost the ability to differentiate between hunger and gluttony long ago.

As it was right now, his belly was still groaning and gurgling in protest to the amount of food he’d managed to stuff in there. But at the same time the sight, smell, and just the thought of more food was nearly intoxicating.

Alhaitham traced his hand along the the waistband of Kaveh’s pants, right along where they dug painfully into his gut. Alhaitham went to undo them when Kaveh quickly reached out and stopped him. He wanted the leftovers and he wanted them now. His eyes flicked over to the food on the table, as he tried to communicate with Alhaitham.

Alhaitham’s own eyes widened in shock “You want more?” 

Kaveh was suddenly pleading with Alhaitham as he tried to explain. He really shouldn’t have any more food right now… but then again, this was exactly what he wanted from all of this anyway, right? The goal had always been total gluttony.

He gave his aching stomach a pat and gave Alhaitham a pleading look. “I… I want the rest… please, just a little bit more…”

Alhaitham’s pupils practically exploded into pools of black. “Colour?” 

Kaveh shivered at the look in Alhaitham’s eyes. He was already trembling and they hadn’t even started. 

“Green…”

Kaveh swallowed and licked his lips as he watched Alhaitham pick up the bag with the remaining apple fritters. His mouth watered as his stomach still protested the idea of more food… Yet his body ached to be full. His stomach let out a needy little gurgle at the sight of more food coming its way. Kaveh let out a shaky exhale and ran a hand over his overfull stomach.

“Feed me.” He pleaded breathlessly.

That was the only command needed. Alhaitham quickly grabbed the first fritter from the bag, and as gently as he could, brought it to Kaveh’s mouth, watching with need and hunger as Kaveh’s mouth parts.

Kaveh chewed and swallowed. Watching as more and more food was pushed his way. Chew, swallow, chew, swallow. He struggled to keep pace.

“So good Kaveh, so good. So greedy.” Kaveh couldn’t help the soft moan that escaped his mouth as he heard the praise. He needed Alhaitham to pick up the pace lest he start thinking about his aching fullness. 

He needed more, more, more, and if this was going to take too much longer he was going to lose it. Kaveh was absolutely squirming where he was sat, desperate for more attention from his husband.

“Mnnn~… so… so slow… Need more Haitham… please…”

“So good Kaveh. Whatever you want.” Alhaitham replied as he picks up the pace. Kaveh doesn’t even have time to swallow before Alhaitham is pushing another fattening mouthful to lips.

The button on his pants only seemed to look tighter.

“Oh your poor belly.” Kaveh groaned as the next fritter was pushed into his mouth and Alhaitham’s hand found its way to his gut. His pants were starting to get really uncomfortable. His gut stirred uncomfortably as he tried to stifle a belch. Kaveh’s head was spinning with pleasure.

“Mnnn…. s-so much… It’s so g-good…”

“That’s it Kaveh,” Alhaitham cooed as he began massaging his belly. Eventually the fritters are gone and Kaveh moves on to the remaining doughnut holes.

Alhaitham kept massaging his overtaxed gut as he swallowed down bite after bite.

“You can do it,” Alhaitham asked. “Red?”

Kaveh swallowed hard and shook his head vigorously. No, he was not done yet. His gut was protesting, and his pants were getting painful, but he’d be damned if he sopped here.

“No… I can hic… I can still keep... going..”

He needed something to drink though. His mouth felt sticky and each bite was now sickeningly sweet. He desperately needed something to cut it. 

Kaveh nodded his head as he tried to speak around his heavy breathing.

“Milk… I need…. urp milk… please…”

“What about cream hm? Think you can handle that?” 

Kaveh shivered. The thought of all those extra calories was dizzying. He was already stuffed, and he didn’t know how much more he could fit, but he was determined to try.

“Yes… hic! I… need it… please…”

Kaveh tried to steady his heavy breathing but to no avail, as Alhaitham ran off to grab the cream.

His eyes landed on the carton as Alhaitham returned. Kaveh swallowed as he felt his belly gurgle under his hand.

His belly felt beyond bloated. All those carb-heavy pastries that were now expanding in his belly.

Kaveh managed a needy glance at Alhaitham as he was about to be handed the cream. “Feed it to me… please…?”

Alhaitham didn’t need to be told twice. 

Kaveh shivered as Alhaitham took the carton, leaving him to just sit there and wait. He couldn’t help but squirm impatiently. Finally, Alhaitham lifted it to his greedy mouth. Kaveh took a slow, shaky breath and parted his lips as Alhaitham began to pour.

The first mouthful slid down Kaveh’s throat, and his eyes fluttered shut. The cream was cold and heavy and he could practically feel it adding a whole new volume of weight to his stomach. His heart was racing with a dizzying mix of excitement and gluttonous pleasure as it filled out every single ounce of available space. 

Kaveh gulped down mouthful after mouthful of cold, thick, heavy cream. He’d been so full before, but god the feeling was practically unbearable now. He could feel his belly churning as it tried to make room for the onslaught.

Alhaitham pulled the carton back to allow him a moment to catch his breath. Kaveh panted loudly looking blissed out and completely glutted. Alhaitham rubbed a hand over his gut appraising the damage. Just then pressed a little too hard causing Kaveh’s stomach to lurch. Kaveh sat up quickly as an enormous belch left his lips and a sudden release of pressure. He gasped as he tried to catch his breath after the on-slaught of gas.

“Holy fuck…” Alhaitham was panting and his face was flushed but for a very different reason.

Kaveh groaned as he palmed at the area where his pants used to be buttoned. He whimpered half in pleasure and half in discomfort. He felt his belly fill the much needed extra space.

He watched as Alhaitham went to set down the cream but he was determined to finished what he had started. 

Kaveh quickly reached out towards Alhaitham, stopping him when he saw the carton pulled out of his reach. “Let me hic!... let me finish.”

He wanted it, he wanted to drink the last of the cream, and he was going to get it. His pants had been unbuttoned and that large belch had certainly freed some.

Alhaitham nodded dumbly before bringing the carton back to his lips

He parted his lips readily as he started to once again chug the thick liquid. It was so heavy in his gut, so much… He groaned as it started to feel more and more like hand poured cement rather than a fattening treat.

Kaveh swallowed and panted a bit as he finally finished the last of it.

“BWOORRRP ufff I hic!... I did it.”

He was so uncomfortably full. He couldn’t even think clearly. He was having trouble catching his breath and he felt completely useless. Stuffed and useless, thats all he was. He’s made himself so fat that he was not just some fuck toy for Alhaitham to get off on. His dick twitched at the thought. 

“Please… please urrp emph… rub my belly p-please…”

Kaveh’s belly was gurgling and protesting being so full, but with Alhaitham’s magic hands gently massaging it, the feeling was just so good, so addicting… He arched his back s much as he could, pudding his belly further into Alhaitham’s touch.

He began to hiccup, having eaten too much too fast. Each little hiccup caused Kaveh’s belly to jostle painfully. 

His poor, overfull stomach lurched with each little hiccup, and god it felt so good but so torturous at the same time… He was moaning and whimpering as he leaned against Alhaitham, letting his husband’s hands on his bloated stomach ground him as he tried to catch his breath.

“I’m so- hic full Haitham,”

“I’m so proud of you. You did so well Kaveh.” Alhaitham’s breathing was heavy with arousal. “You’re so beautiful Kaveh. So stunning like this. All stuffed up nice and pretty for me.”

Kaveh’s eyes fluttered shut as the world slipped out. He was so full he couldn’t think properly, and his stomach was so heavy and achingly overstuffed. 

Alhaitham continued to massage out all the built up gas in Kaveh’s abused belly to ease some of the discomfort. He pressed a little harder each time he found a particularly tight spot.

“BUOORPP huff… hnng…” Kaveh’s eyes went wide as Alhaitham pushed down on the sensitive point in his bloated gut, and he suddenly let out a loud, low belch before he could stop it. Kaveh rested his hands on the sides of his belly as he desperately tried to catch his breath again.

“I bet that felt good,” Alhaitham chuckled patting the taut skin.

He nodded lethargically. His poor tummy was so round and so full and typically he’d be mortified but god that belch felt so good.
“Just relax love.” Alhaitham cooed softly. Alhaitham was typically a very cool and logical man but he so easily softened when it came to his now morbidly obese husband.

Kaveh looked down to his own stomach as he swallowed hard. He looked huge…

At this point Kaveh wasn’t even trying to stifle his burps. He couldn’t help it… Every time he tried to stifle a burp he suddenly felt another one coming, and he just couldn’t stop them. The pressure in his overstuffed belly was making his hiccups worst which only fueled the upset in his stomach.

"I-I'm too full... for anything Haitham," he gasped out.

Kaveh watched in a haze as Alhaitham slowly eased down his pants.

Alhaitham hummed in agreement. “I know you are. But are you too full to let me have my dessert?”

Kaveh felt his cheeks heat up at the implications. He shook his head quickly.

Alhaitham chuckled softly at Kaveh’s wordless response. "Use your words love."

Kaveh swallowed hard as Alhaitham urged him to speak. “N-no… hic! Not too full…”

Kaveh could no longer see Alhaitham over the crest of his belly as he took care of his needs.​​ Truth be told, Kaveh wasn't ever sure he could properly reach himself anymore. The thought that he was completely and utterly dependant on Alhaitham for this kind of release really did something to him.

As he reached his climax, mind a hazy mess, all Kaveh could think about was how he was going to beat his record at the Christmas market next year.

That was if he could even make it to the Christmas market by then…

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Little Bonus piece because I love them!!