sweet treats

He huffs and shifts uncomfortably on the bed, pyjama shirt gently falling open and revealing even more of his plump tummy. You dance your fingertips across the taught skin of his tummy, just enough to tickle him, just out of reach. He huffs impatiently and arches his back, begging to be touched, puffing out his belly until it meets your palm. He sighs in relief as you sooth his tummy and giggle, patting him gently and massaging the fullness and cooing sweet praise in his ear.

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He’s standing in front of the mirror, unaware of your cheeky spying eyes just outside the bedroom door. You watch as he sucks his belly in and slowly, very slowly, lets it puff out over his waistband. He pushes it out as far as it can go until his shirt exposes a slice of yummy tummy. He looks so cutely serious as he rubs one hand over the exposed flesh and sighs letting his belly retract to it’s resting puffiness. He pulls his soft shirt back down and covers his belly then his eyes move focus to something else in the mirror — he freezes and a pink blush colours his cheeks (and yours) as he realises he’s being watched.

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His eyes widen and he looks at the dinner table inquisitively — “Is this all for me?”

You’re standing behind him with your head resting on his shoulder, hands draped around his middle. You move your hand to his budding tummy and make gentle circles around his belly button with your thumb. His cute little habit of pushing his belly out into your touch kicks in and you smile inwardly.

“I just thought with all that stretching you’ve been doing, your appetite might have grown a bit”

You kiss him on the cheek and move out of the embrace and towards your seat at the table.

“You don’t have to eat it all, I just want to make sure you’ve had enough.”

He blushes and takes the seat opposite you. You can’t help but appreciate the way his soft shirt clings a bit to his budding tummy and you melt at the way his eyes light up when you serve him a big gooey scoop of cheesy pasta.

There’s a small loaf of golden garlic bread to the side of the table, as well as chocolate mousse for dessert. You serve yourself a little portion but its hard to eat without getting distracted by his content humming as he makes his way through the meal.

He’s made it through most of the pasta and some of the garlic bread when he leans back in his chair, cheeks pink and panting slightly. He puts one hand on the crest of his belly and looks up at you defeated.

“I think I’m too full for dessert”. He looks disappointed and you leap into action, crouching next to his chair and putting your hand lightly on his tummy.

“Ooh you’re right there’s no more room in here.” You kiss him gently on his softening jawline. “I told you, I just wanted you to have enough. We can save the rest for leftovers.” You start to rub the roundest part of his tummy and he arches his back, pushing it out further into your hand.

He sighs contentedly and his eyes flutter closed. “I definitely want chocolate mousse tomorrow” he says, dreaming of a time when he can fit more chocolate in his tummy.

That night, you watch the gentle curve of his belly move up and down under the bed covers. You wrap yourself around him and it’s the most comforting feeling in the world. Soft and warm, you both dream of pillowy chocolate mousse.

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“Is there any more?”

You feel your face flush. “More?” you manage to squeak out.

“Mmmm” he confirms, licking the rest of his chocolaty dessert off the spoon.

“You finished it all…but I can make you a snack?” you offer.

He giggles and slides his hand suggestively over the curve of his tummy, which is now starting to resemble a more of chunky belly after several weeks of decadent home-made desserts & dinners.

He pats his belly and looks at you innocently.

“Yes please. I can fit a lot more in here than before”.

You nod vigorously and move into the kitchen and he’s obviously enjoying how easy it is to get you flustered. You’ve got some hot chocolate and marshmallows stashed away so you decide to start there.

While you’re mixing the chocolate powder into the hot water, you feel a tummy press into your back and two hands rest on your hips. He snuggles into your neck and watches you stir.

“Put some sugar in too”

“It’s got sugar in it”

“I like it sweet” he whines.

“I know” you sigh and abandon your efforts for a moment, turning to face him.

His soft middle presses into yours and you can’t help but marvel at his growth. He blushes as you start to investigate with his tummy with your hands. You snake your hands around to his backside and it is is getting deliciously plush. You stop when you make your way up to his waist band and feel the way his fluffy sides puff out over the edges.

He tries to wiggle away when you pinch his sides and try to fit your fingers into his pants. They are way too tight.

“Baby how can you be comfortable in these?” you ask and he sighs looking at you guiltily.

“They’re fine” he says and pops one of the marshmallows from the packet into his mouth, pouting.

You pull him closer by his waistband and kiss him. He tastes so sweet.

There’s a pale peak of flesh begging for your attention. All you want to do is pinch the lower part of his tummy, but you’re worried about drawing attention to his pudge. He hasn’t changed his wardrobe and you haven’t talked about it — you’re starting to wonder whether he’s noticed at all. You watch him tug absent-mindedly on the bottom of his soft t-shirt — gently containing his growing tummy once again. You sigh —louder than you intend to — and he looks over at you.

Caught.

He arches his eyebrows quizzically. “What’s up?” he says, and sits next to you on the couch, pulling you into his lap. He’s so comfortable. You snuggle into him and bury your face in his neck.

“I love living with you” you reply. He chuckles.

“It’s only been a month, you might get sick of me” he says, fishing with cute faux-shyness.

You look up at him now, wide-eyed. “Not a chance.”

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“Is there any more?”

You look up at him — surprised to find an empty plate. The generous serving of apple pie you gave him has disappeared in record speed. It warms you to see him enjoying your food so you happily take his plate and replace it with an equal sized slice.

He takes a bite and moans — you nearly slide off your chair.

“God you’re good.”

You blush. “I’m glad you like it baby”.

He clears his plate and leans back in his chair sighing and content. His cheeks are a little pink and he looks like his warm belly might send him off to sleep quite soon. You can see his tummy teasing you — looking pleasantly plump and moving gently up and down with his breath. It’s begging to be rubbed.

You’re not sure how he’s feeling about his new tummy and you don’t want to make him self-conscious — so you resist again. Instead, you escape to the kitchen to clear the plates, then you  run a warm bubble bath and slide into the water, trying to clear your mind from thoughts of delicious tum.

You’re about ten minutes into your (failed) tub meditation when you hear a gentle knock on the door.

“Come in” you say, sitting up slightly and ruffling the bubbles around you.

A shy pair of doe eyes peak around the corner and crinkle with a smile at the sight of you.

“I love it when you’re all bubbly” he says quietly.

“Come inside silly” you say and he enters the bathroom properly. He’s wearing his matching set of powder blue flannel pyjamas. You can see the buttons straining just slightly around his soft middle. The sight makes you blush and you’re glad your cheeks are disguised by the warmth of the tub.

He shuffles a little from side to side, standing next to the bathtub.

“Are you hiding from me?”

Your heart sinks.

“Not at all baby I just wanted a bath,” you reply, layering your voice with as much reassurance as you can.

“I like baths” he says, finally meeting your gaze.

Normally, you’d find his shyness cutely comical. But today you’re feeling a little exposed. If he gets in the bath with you, you’re not sure if you’ll be able to keep your hands to yourself.

“Get in” you order, trying to play it cool. His face lights up — happy to get an invitation.

He starts to unbutton his shirt — unaware of how you can't help but take inventory of his new shape. Watching intently as you note how just a gentle touch of the buttons near his navel make his sleep shirt pop open. He shimmies it off — standing in front of you in just his soft pants.

They are pinching his sides slightly, creating a scrumptious muffin top. Accentuating the swell of his plumped up middle. It looks pink and full. You can’t help but drink in the view hungrily.

He awkwardly shimmies out of his too-tight pants and steps into the other end of the tub.

You spread your legs and make room for him to sit in between them. He’s facing the wall and leaning into you. Thank god you picked a place with a huge tub.

Even from this angle, you can see the top of his tummy poking out of the water. You can’t resist any longer. You wrap your arms around him from behind and gently pull him towards you, gripping his soft tummy gently.

He giggles and relaxes into your touch. Underneath the warm water, you map out his plump middle. Cataloging every soft curve.

“Mmmm feels so good”.

“You’re so soft” you say, unable to disguise the intensity in your voice.

You feel him freeze. You retract your hands quickly — hoping you haven’t ruined everything.

“I’m sorry — I didn’t mean to” while you’re stuttering he’s wiggling around to face you, sloshing water onto the floor in the process.

“What’s going on?” he asks, demanding an answer. You pause. He takes your hand, playing with your water-wrinkled fingers and looking at you with concern. “I feel like you’ve been holding back lately.”

You meet his gaze and he watches as your eyes slide down to his plump tummy, obvious even under water. He blushes.

“I didn't realise I was quite so soft.” he says, coy and quoting you.

“I thought so,” you say playing your hand gently on his padded tum.

“Is this what you’ve been shy about? I can lose it —“ you cut him off with a kiss.

“You’re perfect” you say. “I just want to make you feel good — always”.

He smiles and looks down at his full tummy, palming it in the water, making crinkly noises with his arm moving through the bubbles.

“You make me feel very comfortable”.  

as a sidenote, the little dividers you put in are so cute!!! especially the little emoticon ones, could you tell us where to find those?

He looks down at your hand draped across his little tummy and wonders what it would be like to fill it out. You’ve always been attentive to his middle. Giving him belly rubs and kissing him, dragging your nails gently across his sensitive skin. Its addictive. He pushes his tummy out experimentally into your hand and enjoys the way his shape rounds out. 

“What are you doing?” you ask. You’re wrapped around him in bed and can feel him wriggling under your touch. 

“Just stretching.” 

You roll him over gently and climb on top, straddling him and pinning his wrists at either side of his head. He blushes, caught in a lie and at your mercy.