A Concept

A Concept

There's something about the concept of your lean, muscular boyfriend suddenly waking up to realise his abs are no longer there and that a small tummy has formed. Nothing more than 10 pounds extra. He figures he'll work it off right away. 'I mean it's winter, it happens' he thinks to himself. So he attempts to make a plan to work it off.

However, as weeks progress, those abs don't come back. It's quite the contrary honestly. His tummy gets a little bigger, a little softer. He wonders as to why that is. Soon he begins to think back. All those late night snacks and mini meals, all the larger meals before then. All those times he went over your house and you just so happen to have plenty of treats to spoil him with-- not like you ever announced it, but when he ate most of them, you said it was okay. All those times you guys went out and he let you order for him, but unbeknownst to him you would order the most fattening of dishes. All of those times you would purposely order more than you could handle and say you were full, which was no lie, then he would eat it.

"I can't say no to you." He'd say, also knowing that if you had leftovers, they'd go to waste because you already have so many leftovers at home.

All those late night gaming and face timing sessions where he decides it's too late to work out because he's too tired. Or that he'd work out after "one more game" which turns into two, then four, then six and so on until his eyes grow as heavy as he will. Even better when the aforementioned past times are accompanied by the sudden craving for late night confectionaries like ice cream and brownies. Brownies a la mode

The way he gets bored of working out so he takes it easy the rest of the week, thinking one workout could cover it. But suddenly one week turns into another week and cheat days turn to cheat weeks.

As your boyfriend reflects on that, he thinks about how happy he was instead of having to worry about keeping his abs in check. He never felt more relaxed if he could be honest. "Eh, maybe having a soft baby belly isn't too bad."

Still, society has its ways so he resolves to try again. However, as it goes, he continues to grow. As he starts to grow, he starts to like the feeling and he reflects on his routine some more. More late night binges on a little extra ice cream or that extra brownie because "I should treat myself for beating that round". Lounging around, even during gym because "it's too cold", "it's too hot", "I'm exhausted today".

He starts to worry how you'll feel about it, about his new soft appearance. Unbeknownst to him, you love it. However, as much as you try to keep your cool, you start to lose it as he gets softer. He begins to notice you get a little more touchy feely, you start having to escape to the bathroom whenever he seems so full he feels the urge to rub his belly while unaware of his surroundings, just focused on getting some relief. You feel the urge to help him and soon he realises it too.

He starts off small. Asking you for help rubbing his belly. Stretching, allowing his shirts to ride up when he's around you. Letting you feed him food bit by bit. Slowly being able to feed him whole meals. Cuddling up to his softening form. Giving his belly kisses and rubs, pinching it here and there. He begins to moan and whine because it feels better than he expected.

Both of you in a state of absolute bliss. His lean, muscular figure is long gone, only memories and old photos to go by, but neither of you would have it any other way.

-Admin Kai

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Soft stuff ❤️❤️❤️

The slight soft swell of jimins belly, when he eats too much. His fuzzy sweater rolled just above his cute little round tummy. The belly just so full and warm to touch. After few weeks you can see how his belly pushed to the sweater even if he haven't eaten anything. When he sits his belly button gets squished by the bubbly soft rolls of his belly. He gets rounder and rounder in all the right places till you can't imagine him other than a plush round baby bear he is ..❤️❤️

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