"Babe, are you sure about this? I don't wanna feel like I'm forcing you or anything..."
"Nah nah, don't worry about it. Honestly, your preferences aside, I think that this could be pretty fun!"
For the longest time, Johanna's and Pete's relationship had been stuck in a bit of a rut. They weren't unhappy together, not really, but it's like how it goes with a lot of couples. Things gets stagnated. You simply live every day like the last, so on and so forth, but when Pete one day found out about his girlfriend's fetish, one that she'd managed to keep a secret her whole teenage and adult life, he insisted over and over and over and over to try it out.
So there they were, a man and a woman in their mid twenties, sitting in their living room couch, staring at five full grocery bags worth of foods and snacks. Pete had always been sort of chubby. Nothing major, just a little bit of softness here and there, barely noticeable. Thinking back on it, he'd seen the signs. Whenever she bought clothes for him, they always 'accidentally' ended up a size too small, or whenever she ordered takeout she 'misheard' his order and got him two of whatever he wanted.
"Thinking back, you weren't really subtle about it at all," Pete chuckled, grabbing a box of donuts from one of the bags.
"Is that why you didn't figure it out until now?"
"Jo, I figured it out because you forgot to close your tabs when you got to the bathroom."
"Hey," she huffed. "It was an emergency!"
"One of your nails being slightly chipped is not an emergency."
"Just shut up and eat already. Jeez!"
As much as he wanted to continue teasing her, she didn't need to tell him twice. If anything, this was any guy's dream, just sit back, lazing around all day and eat donuts and whatnot. It had only been two days since he found out about it, so he had some time to prepare himself, but surprisingly, becoming a glutton was surprisingly easy. In just a few minutes, Pete had demolished the box of twelve donuts, just like that, and was already working his way through the bag.
Johanna sat next to him, a slight flush on her cheeks. Yes, this was a big turn on for her, she had to admit, but she couldn't help but to feel a pang of guilt welling up in her chest. She shifted around in place a little, not finding the right words to tell her boyfriend that he didn't have to ruin his figure for her weird desires, but it's not like she acted much on the sentiment. Maybe a quiet approach was the best approach, so maybe he would realize it without her having to tell him.
A month in and still no realizing. That was worrying, but still plenty hot. For such a short amount of time, all things considered, Pete had grown significantly. All his clothes had to be replaced, from his underwear to his pants. He kept some of his old shirts though, saying that they just added to his newfound fat charm, which it did... according to Johanna. She was at a loss for words whenever Pete came out of the shower, his fresh shirt only covering half of his new soft paunch.
"You sure we shouldn't go clothes shopping," asked Johanna, gaze fixed on her wobbly man. One month worth of eating did a lot for a man's sex appeal... again, according to her.
"You know I think that shit's boring," grunted Pete, plopping down on the couch. There was already a metric shit ton of breakfast prepared for him on the living room table. Greasy and right in front of the TV, just the way he liked it. "Besides, this works for me. I thought it would for you too."
"Well... uhm, yeah, but..."
"No buts aside from yours sitting down next to me. I've been eating all this time, but not once have you asked to feed me or anything."
