DeadThorn
11th October 2005, 12:20 AM
Zach sat in the bedroom he shared with his wife. Well, she was kind of his wife. They had been dating for 3 years, and he had moved in a week ago. He had always been kind sort of the "scrawny" type, skinny really. But tonight, at 1 AM in the morning, he woke up from a strange dream, and his stomach hurting. He put his hand on it, trying to settle it. But it felt...Strange. Softer, more rounded. He looked down and realised he had developed a beer-belly, a small one but it was there none the less.
"...Honey? Whats wrong?" Hanna asked, rolling over onto her side, half-asleep.
"Um...I-Its nothing...Really." Zach said, hand still on his gut, trying to sound sure of himself but sounding more worried than any thing.
"I know you're lying now..." he said, sitting up in her silk nightie as she turned the small light next to there bed on, grabbing her glasses.
"Well, erm..."
"Yes?"
"...Have I put on a little weight?" he asked her, still not looking at her. He didn't get a response. He slowly turned around, and found her blushing, looking at her feet.
"Honey?"
"Um..."
"Hanna?"
"...I kinda..." she said, "...I kinda wanted you to." he said, blushing. Admitting this for the first time was not easy for her.
"...Eh?" he asked her, raising an eye-brow.
"Well," she said, embarassed, "Its just that I've always kind of...Had this thing for...Bigger men."
"But I was skinny as a twig." he said, still a little confused. And a little aroused.
"I know...But you were the sweetest guy I knew, so I dated you. And don't get me wrong, I love you...But..." he placed a hand on his belly, looking up, "I kinda always wanted you to...Fill out."
He blushed as well. "So...Is this why..."
"Dinner has been so big and I always get mad if you don't eat? Yeah..."
"Well..." he was looking away, "...I kinda like it."
She looked at him, happy as ever. "Really?! You do!?"
"Hanna! Keep your voice down, you'll wake the neighbors!" he said, smiling, before admitting to it. "Yeah. I hated being skinny. Always did for some reason..." he said, before putting his larger arms around her small figure. "Thanks..."
The following days, neither of them talked about it. Though Zack did realise how his breakfest, lunch, and dinner were all...Larger. And the sex was much more enjoyable. Plus, Hanna always hand her hands on him, espically his mid-section. He enjoyed the attention...And, for some reason, he enjoyed the girth and food.
Several months later, Zach was about to take a shower. He took off his shirt, which had been feeling tight recently. And saw himself in the mirror. His gut was large, rounded but hanging over his jeans slightly. His chest hair almost gave him the appearance of a bear. With a large hand, he rubbed his mid-section slowly. He then stepped on the scale.
He had gone from a scrawny 150 to a large 203. He tightened his grip on his now small T-shirt.
"...HANNA!" he called out.
One hour later...
He was now enjoying a cigerette, Hanna lying next to him with a fufilled smile on her face.
"You know that I made you this way on purpose..."
"I know."
"And you know that I'm probably gonna make you bigger, right?"
"Yeah. I know..." he smiled at her, "And I look foward to it."
4 years later...
Zach was lying in his recliner, his new-born daughter lying on his belly, sleeping peacefully. She had found his belly the perfect napping place.
He had grown to be about 275 lbs, give or take. It went directly to his belly. He was still mobile, but he honestly did resemble a bear. In fact, his daugher never called him "Daddy", but "Big Bear".
Hanna came over, and kissed him on the cheek, while rubbing his belly effectionatly. He smiled, kissing her back, being careful not to wake the baby.
His life was great. And it was all because of that perfect sphere in the middle, which he called The Gut.
"...Honey? Whats wrong?" Hanna asked, rolling over onto her side, half-asleep.
"Um...I-Its nothing...Really." Zach said, hand still on his gut, trying to sound sure of himself but sounding more worried than any thing.
"I know you're lying now..." he said, sitting up in her silk nightie as she turned the small light next to there bed on, grabbing her glasses.
"Well, erm..."
"Yes?"
"...Have I put on a little weight?" he asked her, still not looking at her. He didn't get a response. He slowly turned around, and found her blushing, looking at her feet.
"Honey?"
"Um..."
"Hanna?"
"...I kinda..." she said, "...I kinda wanted you to." he said, blushing. Admitting this for the first time was not easy for her.
"...Eh?" he asked her, raising an eye-brow.
"Well," she said, embarassed, "Its just that I've always kind of...Had this thing for...Bigger men."
"But I was skinny as a twig." he said, still a little confused. And a little aroused.
"I know...But you were the sweetest guy I knew, so I dated you. And don't get me wrong, I love you...But..." he placed a hand on his belly, looking up, "I kinda always wanted you to...Fill out."
He blushed as well. "So...Is this why..."
"Dinner has been so big and I always get mad if you don't eat? Yeah..."
"Well..." he was looking away, "...I kinda like it."
She looked at him, happy as ever. "Really?! You do!?"
"Hanna! Keep your voice down, you'll wake the neighbors!" he said, smiling, before admitting to it. "Yeah. I hated being skinny. Always did for some reason..." he said, before putting his larger arms around her small figure. "Thanks..."
The following days, neither of them talked about it. Though Zack did realise how his breakfest, lunch, and dinner were all...Larger. And the sex was much more enjoyable. Plus, Hanna always hand her hands on him, espically his mid-section. He enjoyed the attention...And, for some reason, he enjoyed the girth and food.
Several months later, Zach was about to take a shower. He took off his shirt, which had been feeling tight recently. And saw himself in the mirror. His gut was large, rounded but hanging over his jeans slightly. His chest hair almost gave him the appearance of a bear. With a large hand, he rubbed his mid-section slowly. He then stepped on the scale.
He had gone from a scrawny 150 to a large 203. He tightened his grip on his now small T-shirt.
"...HANNA!" he called out.
One hour later...
He was now enjoying a cigerette, Hanna lying next to him with a fufilled smile on her face.
"You know that I made you this way on purpose..."
"I know."
"And you know that I'm probably gonna make you bigger, right?"
"Yeah. I know..." he smiled at her, "And I look foward to it."
4 years later...
Zach was lying in his recliner, his new-born daughter lying on his belly, sleeping peacefully. She had found his belly the perfect napping place.
He had grown to be about 275 lbs, give or take. It went directly to his belly. He was still mobile, but he honestly did resemble a bear. In fact, his daugher never called him "Daddy", but "Big Bear".
Hanna came over, and kissed him on the cheek, while rubbing his belly effectionatly. He smiled, kissing her back, being careful not to wake the baby.
His life was great. And it was all because of that perfect sphere in the middle, which he called The Gut.