fat one-shots | lovechunk

the taste tester

   Darcy stretched out on the couch exhaustedly, an empty box of pizza left on the coffee table from a few hours ago when he had friends over. Admittedly, he'd been the one who ate the pizza, because they weren't hungry. He only realized when they started teasing him, then left because it was getting late.

His gut weighed heavily on him, practically immobilizing him until the digestion subsided. He ran a hand down his pudgy side and rubbed his stomach, exerting a burp or two out of himself. He never wanted to be fat; it just kind of happened overtime. Before, he'd been a journalist trying to make it big in Brooklyn, and big he had. He worked for an underground agency that exposed scientific breakthroughs, like the cure for cancer—although they didn't actually have it yet—they believed the government was hiding it.

With the paycheck, he and his wife, Elsie, could splurge as much as they wanted to. It started out with shopping and going on vacations and cruises, but quickly turned into Elsie pursuing her dream of baking, and who else was the better taste tester other than her own husband? She didn't have to pay him and he didn't have to show up, only eating the goodies she brought him after her shifts, which often ended around midnight depending on how fast she'd get home.

Neither of them were surprised when he put on his first fifteen pounds. He'd always been heavyset, he reminded himself. Elsie said it looked good on him, but fifteen quickly turned into thirty, then forty-five, then sixty. At three-hundred-forty pounds, he was the farthest thing from confident, though Elsie reminded him he was handsome, going as far as calling him sexy with his pudge.

His face burnt red as she opened the door, finding him there, stuffed to the brim with stuffed crust pizza. "Oh, well. Look at you," Elsie's eyes narrowed at him, a crooked smile fading onto her lips. "Pizza, really? You couldn't wait for me, big guy?" She sat down beside him, tossing the bag of baked desserts to the other side of the couch as she wrapped her arms around him and sank into his body. He was still fairly well-built for his years playing high school football and basketball, but his biceps had a layer of fat that his thighs outmatched, his rear what Elsie described as a double wide, his gut drooping over his waistband adorably.

Elsie pinched a love handle gently, cupping his chubby cheeks. "Do you plan on coming with me to my big opening, sweetie?" She smiled with an adoring look in her eyes. "I'm sure my patrons would be delighted to meet the beautiful man I get to call my hubby." Usually, Darcy would cringe at those words, but today, he didn't care.

"I don't want to embarrass you," Darcy pouted. "You want people to know your husband's a fatass?" he gave a crooked eyebrow raise, hardly meeting Elsie's gaze for more than a moment.

"Don't call yourself that!" Elsie slapped him playfully. "You're adorable. Nobody's going to care if you're a little .. full-figured, hun."

"Yeah right," Darcy huffed. "They won't say it to your face, obviously. But they're going to be wondering how a tub of lard like me managed to marry you. You don't have a roll in sight." He coughed rudely, heaving himself off the couch enough to exert himself to the point of breathing heavily.

"Darcyyy," Elsie protested. "Don't be like that! You know what?" Her demeanor suddenly shifted, and she forced Darcy onto the couch, reaching for the bag of desserts. "You're eating these all and you're not leaving until you're done."

Darcy's eyes widened as a glazed donut was forced into his mouth, meanwhile Elsie preoccupied herself degrading him. Alternating between insulting and force-feeding him, her face grew redder by the minute, much like Darcy's. She shoved donut after donut into his mouth until his grunts turned into whines, then slid down to his waistband. "You want to make it up to me, fatty?" she said as she dragged his pants down, eyeing his exposed stomach and crotch area.

Darcy groaned and arched his back into Elsie, his eyes welled up with tears. His gut was stuffed to the brim, and he was feeling sick, but all those feelings subsided when Elsie found his cock and put her mouth around it. His belly wobbled as Elsie put her entire body into sucking his dick, using her free hand to grope his side. He didn't even last a minute before he came into her mouth, whimpering audibly as tears flowed down his cheeks.

"Elsie..." Darcy whined. "Please. God damn it."

"You're going." Elsie said sternly, leaving no room for arguments. In the end, she got what she wanted. Her once 'trimmer' boyfriend turned into a fat pig at her command practically, and she could toy with him enough to get him to eat anything she told him to with enough persuasion. She loved him.