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It had started innocently enough. Wallace Wells, ever the thoughtful (and sometimes devious) friend, had invited Todd Ingram over for dinner one night, assuring him it would be a ‘vegan-friendly’ meal. Todd, with his penchant for sticking to a strict routine, had hesitated. But Wallace—being Wallace—had promised it would be delicious. At first, Wallace kept it simple: veggie stir-fries, thick and creamy spinach smoothies, grain bowls—nothing too extravagant, but it was clear Wallace enjoyed cooking for Todd. Every night, he’d watch Todd with a satisfied smile as he tucked into his plate, looking almost surprised that someone could eat so enthusiastically without complaint.
Then came the night of the pizza. Wallace had, of course, ordered a vegan one— at first . But after Todd had hesitated for a moment before taking a bite, Wallace couldn’t help himself.
“You know, Todd, I’ve got this pizza with all the things you love,” Wallace had said with that signature glint in his eyes. “The crust is cheese-stuffed. Just one slice, though. Just one bite . It’s not that bad.”
Todd, being both stubborn and curious, had finally given in. And that was all it took.
The next few weeks were a blur of pizza nights, late-night donuts, vegan cookies that turned into real ones, and several fast food runs. Todd found himself eating more than he’d ever allowed himself before—Wallace had a way of slipping those little snacks into his day, one after the other. It started with small things: a few fries, a spoonful of vanilla ice cream. But soon enough, Todd realized that Wallace’s overfeeding wasn’t just about feeding his hunger. It was a game—a constant temptation that Todd couldn’t resist.
And now? Todd’s clothes were starting to feel tight. The skinny jeans that once fit him perfectly were no longer comfortable, and his shirts felt snug around his chest and stomach. His reflection in the mirror showed the subtle changes—a roundness to his face, a softness to his midsection—and every time he caught a glimpse of himself, he couldn’t help but feel self-conscious.
But Wallace? Wallace loved it.
“Hey, Todd,” Wallace said casually one evening, bringing in yet another plate of homemade fries and dipping sauces to the couch where Todd was lounging. “You’ve been looking, uh, pretty good lately.”
Todd glanced over at Wallace, confused, trying to ignore the way his jeans pinched just a bit more than usual. “Pretty good? Dude, I’m getting fat.”
Wallace grinned, setting the plate down on the coffee table with an almost playful flourish. “I wouldn’t say fat. More like…well-fed. You look full , Todd.”
Todd scoffed, a mix of amusement and embarrassment. “Yeah, well, you’ve been the one feeding me all this stuff.” He motioned to the fries, the pizza boxes, the empty wrappers that littered the coffee table. “I didn’t ask for this.”
“Oh, I know,” Wallace said, his voice low. “But I’ve got to say, it’s…really working for you.” he leaned in slightly, his gaze focused on Todd with a quiet intensity. “You’ve got this new look. It’s…sexy.”
Todd blinked, taken aback by Wallace’s bluntness.
“Sexy?” He chuckled nervously. “I look like a bloated mess.”
Wallace just smirked, leaning back into the couch.
“I don’t think you get it. You’ve gained weight, sure. But you’ve got this softness now. And it makes you look even more irresistible,” he glanced at Todd’s midsection, his eyes lingering there a little longer than usual. “I think it suits you.”
Todd clearly didn’t know what to say. He could feel his heart rate quicken at the intensity of Wallace’s words. “You…really think so?”
Wallace chuckled, his gaze shifting back up to meet Todd’s. “You’re the one who’s been eating all this food, right? I’m just giving you what you want.”
Todd shifted uncomfortably. He had to admit—there was something thrilling in how Wallace was pushing him to indulge more and more. It wasn’t just about the food anymore. It was about the way Wallace watched him, as if he were something to be admired, something to be wanted .
“I don’t know,” Todd mumbled, looking down at the fries, but he didn’t grab any. Not yet. “It feels weird, Wallace. Like, I don’t know if I even fit into any clothes that aren’t oversize t-shirts and sweatpants anymore.”
Wallace leaned forward slightly, almost as if he were about to share a secret.
“That’s exactly what I love about it. You’ve been so…in control of everything for so long. But now? Now you’re letting go a little. You’re eating without worrying so much. And it makes you look amazing.”
Todd felt a blush creep up his neck. “I don’t know if I can keep doing this. I mean, I never thought I’d be, you know, bigger .”
“I think you’re perfect just the way you are. Besides,” Wallace added with a grin. “I think I like watching you eat more than you realize.”
Todd hesitated, his thoughts a jumble. He was torn between feeling self-conscious and feeling oddly… desired . There was something in Wallace’s voice, a kind of admiration mixed with a hint of possessiveness, that made Todd want to lean into it. He had never realized how good it could feel to be cared for— fed , even—in this way. Without thinking, Todd reached for a fry, dunked it into the sauce, and took a bite. Wallace’s eyes lit up as Todd chewed, the hint of satisfaction on his face only fueling the heat building between them.
“You’re getting better at this,” Wallace said softly, his voice almost a whisper. “I knew you’d come around eventually.”
The bassist could feel the weight of Wallace’s gaze, the way his heart beat just a little faster with each passing moment. Maybe there was more to these late-night snacks than he’d realized.
Months later, Todd and Wallace had come home from another all-you-can-eat buffet run. Todd had beelined for the bathroom as soon as they got home. Wallace reclined on the couch, a mischievous glint in his eye as he watched Todd lumber into the living room a few minutes later. The once-svelte bassist had undergone quite a transformation over the past few months.
“There’s my big boy,” Wallace cooed, patting the sofa cushion next to him. “Come sit with me. I’ve got a special treat for you tonight.”
Todd’s ample form jiggled as he lowered himself onto the creaking furniture. His faded t-shirt, stretched to its limits, rode up to expose a pale slice of his rounded belly, his happy trail peeking above his waistband. Wallace’s fingers twitched with the urge to touch.
“What kind of treat?” Todd asked, a note of excitement in his voice.
Wallace revealed an enormous chocolate cake from behind him, complete with thick fudge frosting. Todd’s eyes widened.
“Open wide,” Wallace instructed, scooping up a heaping forkful of the sweet treat.
As Todd eagerly accepted the rich morsel, Wallace’s free hand snaked around to caress Todd’s swollen midsection. Wallace savored the sight of Todd devouring forkful after forkful of rich, moist chocolate cake. His hand traced lazy circles over Todd’s distended belly, feeling it grow even fuller with each bite.
“That’s it, big guy,” Wallace purred. “You’re doing so well.”
Todd let out a contented groan, chocolate frosting smeared across his lips. “God, this is amazing. I can’t believe I ever gave up food like this.”
Wallace’s fingers dipped lower, massaging the sensitive underside of Todd’s stomach. He could feel the warmth radiating from Todd’s skin, the slight quiver of his flesh with each labored breath.
“Remember when you used to worry about breaking your vegan edge?” Wallace teased. “Look at you now. My perfect, greedy boy.”
Todd flushed, a mix of embarrassment and arousal coloring his cheeks. As Wallace’s hand continued its sensual ministrations, he shifted uncomfortably, trying to hide his growing excitement. But Wallace was far too perceptive to miss the telltale bulge in Todd’s sweatpants. Wallace’s eyes glinted with delight as he noticed Todd’s growing arousal. He set the delicious cake aside and leaned in closer, his breath hot against Todd’s ear.
“Well, well,” Wallace murmured, his hand sliding down to cup the bulge in Todd’s pants. “Looks like someone’s enjoying their feeding time a little too much.”
Todd gasped, his hips involuntarily bucking into Wallace’s touch. The couch creaked underneath them.
“I-I can’t help it,” he stammered, face reddening. “When you touch me like that…”
Wallace squeezed gently, eliciting a low moan from Todd.
“Like what? Like this?” He traced the outline of Todd’s hardening cock through the fabric. “Or maybe you prefer when I do this?”
His other hand returned to Todd’s swollen belly, kneading the soft flesh with practiced fingers. Todd whimpered, caught between the dual sensations of Wallace’s teasing touches.
“Please,” Todd breathed, his resolve crumbling. “I need…”
“What do you need, big boy?”
Wallace’s hands continued their exploration of Todd’s body, eliciting soft gasps and moans from the larger man. The air grew thick with tension as their eyes locked, desires passing between them.
“You know,” Wallace murmured, his voice low and husky. “There’s more than one way to satisfy an appetite.”
Todd swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “What did you have in mind?”
Wallace’s grin turned predatory as he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against the shell of Todd’s ear. “Why don’t we move this to the bedroom? I’ve got a whole menu of activities planned.”
Todd nodded eagerly, struggling to his feet. Wallace steadied him with a firm hand on his lower back, guiding him down the hallway and towards the bedroom. As they reached the threshold of the bedroom, Wallace paused, drinking in the sight of Todd’s transformed physique. His hands roamed appreciatively over Todd’s soft curves.
“You’re perfect,” Wallace breathed. “Now, let’s see just how much pleasure that beautiful body of yours can handle.”
Wallace gently pushed Todd onto the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight. He stood back, admiring the sight of the bassist sprawled across his sheets, his shirt riding up to expose the full glory of his round belly.
“Arms up,” Wallace commanded, a wicked grin on his face.
Todd obeyed, lifting his arms above his head. Wallace grasped the hem of Todd’s shirt and pulled it off, tossing it aside. The room was filled with the soft glow of the bedside lamp, casting a warm light over Todd’s expansive torso.
“Shit, you’re gorgeous,” Wallace remarked, running his hands over Todd’s bare skin. He traced the contours of Todd’s belly, marveling at the soft, pillowy flesh. Todd squirmed under Wallace’s touch, his cheeks flushed pink and his breath coming in short pants.
Wallace leaned down, pressing a trail of kisses along Todd’s chest and stomach. His tongue flicked out, tasting the salt on Todd’s skin. He paused at Todd’s navel, circling the indentation with his tongue before dipping inside. Todd gasped, his hips lifting off the bed. Wallace’s hands gripped Todd’s waist, holding him in place as he continued his sensual assault. He licked and nipped at the soft flesh, marking Todd’s belly with love bites.
“Wallace,” Todd panted, his voice strained. “That feels…oh god …”
Wallace looked up, his eyes dark with desire.
“Does it feel good, big boy? Do you like having your belly worshipped?” he blew a raspberry on Todd’s stomach, making the flesh jiggle. Todd nodded frantically, his hands fisting in the sheets. Wallace grinned and dipped his head back down, determined to drive Todd wild with pleasure.
Wallace’s hands slid down to the waistband of Todd’s pants, undoing the loose knot. He hooked his fingers into the elastic of Todd’s underwear, pulling both garments down in one smooth motion. Todd’s hard cock sprang free, slapping against his belly with a wet sound.
“Look at you,” Wallace wrapped his hand around Todd’s shaft. “So hard and eager.” he pumped his hand slowly, twisting his wrist on the upstroke.
Todd moaned, his hips jerking into Wallace’s touch. Wallace leaned down, his breath hot against Todd’s erection. “Tell me what you want , Todd. I want to hear you say it.”
“I…I want you to suck me,” Todd whined, his face red. “Please, Wallace. I need your mouth on me.”
“With pleasure.”
Wallace wrapped his lips around the head of Todd’s cock, swirling his tongue around the sensitive tip. He savored the taste of Todd’s precum, relishing the way Todd’s body shuddered beneath him. Slowly, he took more of Todd into his mouth, his lips stretching to accommodate the bassist’s girth. He bobbed his head steadily, his hand working the base of Todd’s shaft in time with his movements. Todd’s fingers tangled in Wallace’s hair, gripping tightly as he struggled to hold back his moans. Wallace could feel Todd’s belly pressing against his forehead with each thrust, the soft flesh warm and inviting.
He pulled back, his red lips popping off Todd’s cock with a wet sound.
“You taste amazing,” he murmured, looking up at Todd through his lashes. “I could suck you all night.”
Todd’s only response was a strangled groan, his hips lifting off the bed in a desperate plea for more. After settling Todd, Wallace reached into the night stand, retrieving a bottle of lube. He slicked his fingers with the lube and circled Todd’s pert and hairy entrance, teasing the sensitive skin. Todd whimpered at the feeling, spreading his thick thighs wider in invitation. Slowly, Wallace pushed a finger inside, feeling Todd’s tight heat envelop him. He added a second finger, scissoring them gently to prepare Todd for his cock. Todd’s belly quivered with each thrust of Wallace’s fingers, the soft flesh jiggling enticingly.
Satisfied that Todd was ready, Wallace withdrew his fingers and lined up his erection with Todd’s hole. He pushed in slowly, breath catching as Todd’s body welcomed him inside.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groaned bottoming out with a final thrust.
Todd’s belly pressed against Wallace’s stomach, the soft flesh rolling and bouncing with each snap of Wallace’s hips. Wallace began to move, his hips thrusting in a steady rhythm. The bassist’s belly jiggled with each impact, the soft flesh rippling like waves on a pond.
“God, your stomach looks so fucking good bouncing on my dick,” Wallace panted, his eyes glued to the mesmerizing sight.
Todd whined, his back arching off the bed. “Harder,” he begged, his voice breathy and desperate. “Fuck me harder, Wallace. Make me feel it.”
Wallace obliged, picking up the place. The sound of wet skin slapping against wet skin filled the room, punctuated by Todd’s needy cries.
“Take it, big boy,” Wallace growled. “Take my cock like the greedy little feeder you are.”
Todd’s hands flew to his belly, grasping the jiggling flesh and squeezing it around Wallace’s hips pistoning in and out. “Oh fuck, oh fuck—!”
“Look at you, stuffing yourself with my dick just like you stuff your face with cake,” Wallace taunted, his voice low and dirty. “You’re a fucking glutton for it, aren’t you?”
The bassist could only moan in response, his mind fogged with pleasure. Wallace’s words only served to turn him on more, his arousal spiraling out of control. The bed creaked and groaned beneath them, the headboard slamming against the wall with each powerful thrust. Todd’s belly bounces wildly, the flesh rippling and quivering with the force of Wallace’s movements.
Suddenly, Wallace pulled out, leaving Todd empty and whimpering.
“Turn over,” he commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument. “I want to see that beautiful ass jiggle while I fuck you.”
Todd quickly flipped onto his hands and knees, presenting himself to Wallace. He entered Todd from behind, his hands gripping the bassist’s hips tightly. Todd’s belly hung heavily, swaying with each thrust of Wallace’s hips. The sight was incredibly arousing, and Wallace found himself fucking Todd even harder, driven by primal instinct.
“Look at you, taking it so well,” Wallace praised, his voice strained with exertion, punctuated by every thrust. “Your fat stomach bouncing and jiggling, just for me.”
Todd pushed his hips back, meeting Wallace’s thrusts eagerly. The sound of their bodies colliding filled the room, mingling with Todd’s high-pitched moans and Wallace’s guttural grunts. Suddenly, Todd’s body tensed, his muscles clamping down around Wallace’s cock.
“I’m gonna…I’m gonna come,” the bassist gasped, his voice trembling with impending release.
“Come for me, big boy,” Wallace urged, his hand snaking around to grasp Todd’s leaking erection. He stroked Todd’s cock in time with his thrusts, pushing the bassist closer to the edge. Todd’s belly quivered and shook, the plush flesh rippling with each snap of Wallace’s hips.
“Come on, Todd,” Wallace continued, his voice low and dirty. “Paint my hand with your cum while I fill up your greedy ass.”
With a final, desperate cry, Todd came undone. His cock pulsed in Wallace’s grip, hot ropes of semen spilling over Wallace’s fingers and hitting the sheets below him. Wallace felt Todd’s inner muscles clamp down even tighter around him, milking his own release from his body. Wallace gave a final, shuddering thrust and buried himself deep inside Todd, his cock throbbing as he emptied inside the bassist. He collapsed onto Todd’s broad back, his chest heaving and his heart racing.
“That was…fuck,” Wallace panted, pressing kisses to Todd’s sweaty neck.
Below him, Todd melted into the mattress, his body limp and satiated. Wallace’s weight pressed down on him, comforting and possessive. The two lay there for a moment, catching their breath and basking in the afterglow. Eventually, Wallace rolled off of Todd, pulling the bassist into his arms. He ran his fingers through the sticky mess on Todd’s belly, smearing it into the soft flesh.
“Look at the state of you,” he murmured, a hint of pride in his voice. “Covered in cum and sweat, your stomach a mess. You’re a beautiful disaster.”
Todd blushed, burying his face in Wallace’s chest.
“Shut up,” he mumbled, but there was no heat behind his words. He nuzzled into Wallace’s touch, savoring the gentle caress.
Wallace’s stomach growled loudly, breaking the moment. Todd laughed, the sound muffled against Wallace’s skin. “Hungry?”