"There is absolutely no way I'm fatter than you." Tilly said, scrunching her face. She had just finished binging on pizza with her boyfriend Will. The two together were able to finish three whole pies, a personal record. They were just in the middle of tidying up when Will dropped a bombshell.
"Uhhh. Just from looking at you, I can tell you're heavier than me." Will laughed, confident that she had surpassed him in weight. He jammed the three large pizza boxes into the kitchen garbage.
"What?!" She stomped her feet like a brat as she got up from the table.
"That's a double XL and your belly is hanging right out of it. I thought we were both into this, what's the problem if you're a little fatter than me?" Will walked over to Tilly and playfully slapped the exposed part of her belly. She blushed with embarrassment and pushed his hand away.
"I am NOT fatter than you. And you are my feedee and I'm your hefty yet voluptuous feeder, get it right. Besides, your stretch pants are at their limit, you have to be bigger!" Tilly reached over and put two fingers in Will's waistband. She pulled the band back and let it snap against his flabby gut.
"Feeder? Could have fooled me, I think you ate more of that last pie than I did. In fact, you've been out eating me for weeks. I don't mind, I'm actually impressed." Willy smugly commented whilst clearing the dishes from the kitchen table.
"That's it, we're going to the scale." Tilly grabbed his hand and marched him into their tiny bathroom. "On the scale now!" she barked again.
"Okay... looks like I'm 260. Wow, up a whole 10 pounds this month. Nice." Will patted his gut with pride.
"Let me on that thing...." Tilly pushed him off the scale and got on it herself. "That can't be right."
"Nope, it's correct, you're 292 pounds. I didn't think you'd be pushing 300 so soon." Will wrapped his arms around her middle whilst she was still on the scale. He squeezed her belly with all fingers and gave her a healthy jiggle.
"That is so unfair." She whined and pouted whilst stepping off the scale.
"Sorry babe, I guess you're the fat one now." Will playfully taunted her as she exited the bathroom.
"Over my dead body." Tilly stormed off into the kitchen, determined to remedy this situation.
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"Another one of my famous cheesecakes coming up!" Tilly walked into the living room dressed in an apron and holding a warm cheesecake. Normally, she'd let it cool but she had another one in the oven.
"Babe, you know I love it when you spoil me but I'm stuffed! I've already eaten an entire one of your cheesecakes today." Will rubbed his belly which was painfully distended. Ever since he had teased Tilly about her weight, she had been on a baking rampage. Whilst he loved fattening up, this form of feeding felt too extreme even for him.
"Well, you're eating it. You're on a very strict diet of carbs, butter, and sugar." She slid the entire cake onto his belly and then handed him a fork. It balanced itself perfectly on top of his bloated middle.
"Is this because of the whole you're fatter than me thing?" He tried to weasel his way out of downing yet another cheesecake today.
"I'm just helping you regain your title." Tilly sat down on the couch taking the fork right from out of his hand. She scooped up a forkful of cake and gently fed Will.
"My title?" He questioned with his mouthful.
"The fat one." Tilly smiled, handing the fork back to him. She then cupped one of his moobs in her hands, pushed it upwards, and then let it flop on top of his gut.
