Yuki decides to revel in Shuichi’s denial over his weight gain, whilst helping him along a little on the way. Yuki constantly kept the cupboards full with fatty foods with a high carbohydrate or sugar content which soon disappeared into his lover’s engorged belly.
‘Yuki, where did you get this new brand of chocolate spread? It’s so delicious I could just keep eating and eating it!’ Shuichi moaned as he took the blunt knife out of the jar and placed it into his mouth, sucking and licking off the chocolate. Yuki felt his cheeks flush slightly so walked up behind Shuichi and placed his hands on his meaty hips, feeling the curve of his stomach as it rested on his lap over his waistband of his ‘fat’ pants for days before the weight gain, which were now straining to contain the new, fatter, him. He was wearing a once baggy t-shirt that clung to his gut and had ridden up as he sat down, revealing an inch of flesh from underneath. Shuichi twisted around to look at Yuki, causing the button on his ‘fat’ pants to creak under the strain, dangerously close to popping off completely.
‘The store down the road. Do you want me to get some more of it when I go out for some more cigarettes later?’ Yuki began playing with the fat, feeling it between his supple fingers.
Shuichi hadn’t left the house for a while under the pretence that reporters were lurking around. Another marvellous lie from Yuki to keep Shuichi in the house. It wouldn’t do for it to get out about Shuichi’s newly accustomed weight and his ill-fitting clothes. Although, Yuki was dying to take him out to an all-you-can-eat buffet sometime soon and watch his lover enjoy himself.
Yuki walked to the fridge and pulled out a chocolate milkshake and placed it on the table next to Shuichi’s jar of chocolate spread. ‘Here. You should keep hydrated.’
Shuichi grinned up at him, dimples forming between the fat in his cheeks, before opening his milkshake. ‘Thanks, Yuki.’
Another week or so passed, Shuichi didn’t know. He’d been hanging around the house, when not annoying Yuki, he’d been eating. Tohma had rung from NG Recording Studios a few weeks ago, saying that Bad Luck were on a break for a month or so, leaving Shuichi with not a lot to do. He made his way to Yuki’s study, packet of ready-salted crisps in hand.
Yuki heard the door of his study creak open and felt a small smirk appear on his face. He thinks he’s so stealthy, but not with his figure. Yuki carried on typing, pretending not to have heard his lover walk in the room. Shuichi padded across the room, and Yuki could almost imagine him walking with his legs farther apart, as Shuichi had started doing recently, to prevent the waddle in his walk and his thighs chaffing together.
‘Yuki, you almost done for the night?’ Shuichi began playing with Yuki’s hair and distracting him.
Yuki turned his face into a scowl. ‘No. I’ve still got another chapter to do for tomorrow. Please yourself tonight, you damn brat.’ Yuki lied. He was already three chapters ahead of schedule, but didn’t want Shuichi to know. Shuichi didn’t reply, so Yuki turned to look up at him.
Shuichi looked bigger than ever. He had resorted to wearing one of his old, over-sized, button-up shirts that he wore when decorating the house a few years ago. The button now looked strained when pushed against by his stomach, and the material was taut around his mid-section. The ‘fat’pants from a week or so ago that he had taken to wearing squeezed his fatty stomach, making the overhang and soft-love handles horrendous. Shuichi yawned and stretched his arms outward and then upward, groaning from the stiffness in his shoulders. When he placed them by his side again, his shirt had ridden up with sections of soft flesh poked out between the buttons. His gut overhung his jeans and jiggled slightly when he bounced up and down when saying:
‘Oh, oh, Yuki! Guess what!’ Shuichi didn’t even pause before carrying on, ‘a new restaurant has opened in town and I’m dying to see what’s on the menu! Let’s go out tonight!’
Yuki wasn’t listening. He was just watching as Shuichi’s stomach bounced up and down, jiggling to Shuichi’s exuberant movements of excitement. The mound of flesh quivered and stopped when Shuichi stilled.
‘C’mon Yuki, what d’you say? Tonight?’ Shuichi moved closely to Yuki and moved to place his fat behind on Yuki’s legs. All that jumping had made Shuichi a little out of breath. As Shuichi sat down, the button on his ‘fat’ pants gave way and snapped across the room. The sudden relief on his stomach caused Shuichi to moan with pleasure. ‘We really need to get a plumber in to fix that washing machine, as well. These are the biggest pants I can wear! I’ll soon be fitting in your clothes!’
Yuki looked down at Shuichi’s jiggling flesh as he squirmed on his lap. Maybe going out for a meal would be nice…
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