"Not bad." Yuki said, the amusement in his voice barely masked. His hands moved to Shuichi's hips. "You can definitely see the changes here..." his hands slid gently to Shuichi's thick thighs, "...and here..." then up his sides to his fatty breasts, "...here too..." then they moved painfully slow to Shuichi's stomach, separating to each edge as it was nearly impossible for Yuki to wrap his arms completely around it, "...but especially here." His fingers kneaded the soft flesh as Shuichi felt his cheeks heat up and he let out a small noise of surprise.

"Definitely rounder." the pop star said with a bit of embarrassment.

"But not round enough." replied Yuki, lifting Shuichi's stomach slightly before letting it drop, jiggling and bouncing as it landed against the pop star's body. He pulled his pack of cigarettes from his pocket, and lit one as he spoke.

"We're going to have to change something about your meal routine. Maybe I'll buy some supplement shakes to replace your sodas with." Yuki would have to look up more rich foods to cook and order, to add weight to his growing lover's body.

"Twenty pounds in two weeks isn't bad for a start though." He exhaled some smoke as he looked Shuichi up and down.

Shuichi stepped off the scale when Yuki moved away, resting his hands on his stomach to try and keep it from jiggling further. He followed Yuki's eyes to his own body, his thick arms and large stomach, his wider hips and his meaty legs. Even his fingers and hands seemed to be larger to him. And it was only going to continue.

But for how long? Shuichi had absolutely no idea how big Yuki intended on making him, and Yuki seemed perfectly content with never telling him.