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Kaveh released a grunt of frustration. His pants wouldn’t button up anymore. Had he put on weight? No way! He’d always been skinny. Atlhough… doubt filled his mind at the fleshy evidence between his fingers.
He quickly checked in his bedroom mirror and to his horror he realised a cushioned pudgy gut sat in place of where his ribs used to be. Not only did he have a gut, but his thigh gap was nowhere to be seen. Even his butt looked far more cushioned.
How had that happened? When had that happened? He lifted his protruding gut and squished it, feeling it’s pliant soft doughiness.
Ever since he moved in with Alhaitham, sure he hadn’t been paying any attention to his diet, but surely he couldn’t have been eating enough junk to warrant this much fat? He did love food, maybe eating whatever he wanted without a thought had caught up to him quicker than expected. He’d have to plan a diet from now on.
He couldn’t understand how Kaveh had gotten this big without noticing? Alhaitham often bought him new clothes. Had he been quietly buying bigger sizes without Kaveh noticing? Had he tried to spare him his pride?
To add salt to sore wounds, he was starving and his stomach growled loudly for food. He sighed. Fine. A snack and nothing more. Not until he got his figure back.
Kaveh had a crush on his fit housemate, but there’s no way Alhaitham would ever find him attractive like this. The extra weight had to go.
He peeled off his pants and put on some loose joggers and padded into the kitchen in search of something to fill his empty void.
He scrunched his nose as he realised everything Alhaitham stocked was high in calories. Having no choice he picked out several fatty snacks and worked his way through them until his stomach felt taut with food.
Maybe he shouldn’t have eaten so much, but he felt so hungry and food was his main source of comfort and he needed that comfort right now.
Just then the door opened and Alhaitham returned home. Speak of the devil. Kaveh glared at him. This was his fault! Leaving so much temptation, knowing that all these things were Kaveh’s favourites! And then! Not even having the gall to tell him when he started losing his slim figure! Kaveh didn’t want to take responsibility.
Alhaitham paused and widened his eyes at Kaveh’s overworked stomach, then quickly looked away. Was his face… pink? Odd. Usually nothing perturbed the obnoxious man.
“What on earth, are you wearing?” The man quickly asked.
“My joggers. My old clothes don’t fit anymore. I think I’ve gotten fat.” Kaveh grumbled sourly.
Alhaitham sat down opposite the blonde man. Staring at his engorged stomach. “They don’t… fit? You’re not that big.”
“Oh! Don’t act so oblivious. You know this is your fault! You only have junk food in the house, what else was my waistline going to do other than expand?” Kaveh didn’t know why he raised his voice. Maybe he was frustrated, but he didn’t truly feel upset with his new weight. Maybe he just missed Alhaitham and didn’t know how to express it, bickering just felt more natural to him.
“My fault? I didn’t put any food in your mouth, you chose to eat it all. You didn’t have to eat anything here.” He raised an eyebrow with amusement.
“So you admit it! I have put on weight!”
“What of it?”
“Does it not repulse you? You should have told me so I could lose it!”
“No? Why would something so superficial matter?”
“Would it still not matter if I was 50 pounds heavier? 100? 200?!”
Alhaitham’s face flushed a deep red. “No! It wouldn’t! But you must have long passed the 50 pounds heavier mark a while ago.”
Wait. Was Althaitham into this? Kaveh smirked. Did he have a new card over his housemate?
“Whatever. I guess I’m stuck with this weight, I ate so much before you got here.”
“I can tell. Your shirt isn’t covering your stomach.”
Now it was Kaveh’s turn to blush with embarrassment. What?! He looked down, and sure enough, his comfy shirt didn’t stretch over his gut anymore. His belly sat proud on his lap like he’d swallowed a whole slime, on top of an already soft and pillowy stomach. Had he really eaten that much?
“I didn’t eat that much!” he didn’t know why he immediately got defensive. It was so obvious. How did Alhaitham always have this effect on him?
“Then you won’t mind if I feed you more?”
“Of course not!” He immediately challenged back without thinking. What did he even have to prove to him? Kaveh didn’t know.
Alhaitham gathered various sweet treats, and large quantities and sat down next to the already bloated man.
“Open.”
Kaveh obliged.
The taste of sickly sweet cakey treats filled his mouth, and he quickly swallowed to make room for the next spoonful coming towards his face. So delicious! He really was weak for sweet treats, and Alhaitham knew his weakness.
He felt each bite slide pleasantly down his throat into his already overworked stomach. But he didn’t want Alhaitham to win, he kept pushing on. Swallowing mouthful after mouthful.
After the small mountain of treats or so, his stomach gave an ungodly gurgle of protest as it struggled to digest the ridiculous quantity of food crammed inside.
Kaveh felt like he was going to explode. The pressure was too much.
“Sto-“ he tried to say stop but interrupted himself with a burp. “Stop”. He managed..
Alhaitham put down the spoon. “You ready to admit defeat?”
Kaveh rolled his eyes. How was this man just so obnoxious? “Fine. No more. I’ll- URPP, be sick” he burped into his fist. Humiliated. Why couldn’t he just win against him just once?
His stomach gurgled unhappily as it churned. Kaveh whined. He became increasingly aware that his stomach had actually become really quite painful, it was packed way beyond its limit.
Why was he like this? Why did he always feel like he had something to prove with Alhaitham? He almost regretted it all, but some twisted part of him actually enjoyed this. The feeling of being overstuffed, the feeling of his stomach stretching beyond its capacity and wanted to experience this again and again.
“Here. Let me help.” Alhaitham said uncharacteristically soft. He reached over and began rolling gentle circles into Kaveh’s painfully bloated stomach with his finger tips. The pressure was so gentle as to not worsen the nausea, but firm enough to help push the food around and aid the stomach’s digestion.
Kaveh accidentally let out a moan, but he was in too much pain to care. “Feels good.”
Alhaitham chuckled. “You know you should overeat like this more often. You’re so much more tolerable, when you’re stuffed silly.”
Kaveh wanted to shoot a glare but he lacked the energy, he was so overwhelmed with the weight in his overtaxed stomach.
“Don’t over exert yourself. Here, have some milk.” Alhaitham gave him a large glass.
He gulped it down. The coolness felt soothing against his throat and upon reaching his stomach, forced up more air from inside causing him to burp a few more times. His stomach now wasn’t gurgling but making loud sloshing digestive sounds.
He’d be embarrassed if he wasn’t so close to a food coma. “Sleepy…” he mumbled, as his fought to stay conscious.
Alhaitham smiled. “Here. I’ll help.” Kaveh felt Alhaitham’s muscled arms reach around him and lift him, carrying him to his bedroom with only a little difficulty, if Kaveh kept gaining weight, would there coke a time where he would simply be too heavy for him to be lifted? Alhaitham gently placed him upon the bed so as to not jostle his stuffed upset belly. His stomach still caused him pain despite his efforts though.
He turned to leave but Kaveh stopped him, grabbing his hand. “Please, don’t go.” he managed meekly.
“Hmph. Stop being cute.” Although the muscular man complained, his tone was one of endearment. “Your shirt looks tight, can I take it off, it might be more comfortable for you.”
Kaveh nodded and so Alhaitham took off Kaveh’s shirt and then laid down next to him rubbing deep circles into his stomach.
“Thank you.” He hummed, the belly rubs really helped.
“I meant what I said earlier. I don’t think you need to lose weight if this is what brings you joy.” Alhaitham commented.
“You don’t get it. You’re all muscle, no one finds pudge attractive.”
“I think you’re attractive.”
Kaveh blinked at him, had he heard correctly?
“What?”
“I think you’re attractive.” Alhaitham repeated.
“Even in my state… with all this extra weight?”
“Yes. Especially with the extra weight. You’ve always been pretty, which is admittedly why I let you stay here despite being an absolute pest. But then the more I got to know you, the more I’ve come to admire you. I loved seeing you happy and eating your favourite foods, so I stocked more of those things… but the more I stocked the more you ate and so more I got for you… then your clothes started getting tight so I figured I’d get you the next size up so you could focus on your studies. Your extra weight just shows that you’re happier now.”
“So you DID buy larger sized clothing for me! That’s how I went so long without realising, this really is all your fault!” Kaveh laughed.
“Sorry. If I had known you wanted me to say something, I would have. I really do think you look better now though. Before you really did look dangerously skinny, you wouldn’t look after yourself properly when you worked too hard. So seeing you larger, it’s comforting.”
“I had no idea you cared so much…”
Alhaitham leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss on Kaveh’s lips. The blonde pulled the other closer and deepened the kiss.
“I’ve always wanted to kiss that damn smug face of yours” Kaveh smiled into the kiss.
“If only it would shut you up” laughed Alhaitham between kisses.
Kaveh adored this man in all his obnoxious mannerisms. “Date me.” He blurted out.
Alhaitham jokingly whined before smiling “gladly.”