A Hot Night Feeding Your BF. (Fiction) (Patreon)

My Growing BF

We walked briskly through the cold, under a starry night sky. Beside me was my boyfriend. He had one big arm wrapped around my shoulder; both of mine were around his torso. We walked from the restaurant as one, trying desperately to stay as warm as we could. The cold was bitter though, and the fact that we had just finished a hot meal made us feel it that much more!

Our relationship is still relatively new, but I can honestly say he feels like boyfriend material (as good a listener as he is a talker, has all the cute quirks to make the relationship interesting, and makes me feel safe). He’s got the cutest smile that makes my knees tremble every time. He definitely seemed like he would have been the jock type in high school, or one of the pretty boys that even the teachers secretly drooled over. He towered over me, standing 6’3.

But now he had an ex jock bod. His big chest and biceps were still fine as hell. The definition of his back through his t shirts was undeniable... but that tummy..oofff! It stuck out like a pre-beergut. Not hard and cumbersome like a truck driver’s. His was just as smooth and defined as his muscles. The deep, outward curve to his stomach was definitely one of the most impressive features on him. And with his lean muscles stacked on top, it was a body that said, ‘yeah I workout, and yeah I can put a whole damn pizza away too.’

I looked up at him as he walked with me. Damn, I thought, he really put a lot of food away tonight! Somehow he had made each bite, each slurp, each gulp feel like some type of foreplay. For an hour and a half, my insides had become more and more unsteady as I watched him eat and eat. Our conversations and his low key flirting made me want to cuddle with him...but each forkful and gulp of food made me want to get real nasty real quick! The tension in me had been at a boil, and I was ready to grab the check and head back to his place (It will be the first time I get it see it!) That’s when he had decided to order 2 desserts! I shared a little with him...just proper date etiquette...but made sure I left most for him as he put it all away right in front of me. Jesus, help me....

I continued staring up at him, biting my lip. Fuck, he was looking extra gorgeous tonight. My cold-ass dick was getting harder as my hands rubbed up and down his back and front.

I could feel his warm belly underneath his thick coat. I rubbed it gently as I continued to look up at him from underneath his chin.

He finally noticed my gaze and looked down at me with a grin that was somewhere between adorable and smug. I don’t know how, but in that instant I was reading his mind. And he was telling me how cute I looked tonight, how full and big he felt, and how badly he wanted to fuck me.

After a long walk through hell, we finally made it back to his place. He opened the door for me and I was greeted with a blast of warm air that thawed me out pretty quickly. He took my coat and scarf as I took off my boots and gloves. I turned around to notice him taking off his winter layers as well. He opened his coat, and out came that belly under a tight, crewneck t shirt. It was as if he was flexing it like one of his biceps. And he looked bigger too. His belly looked full and stuffed.

After hanging up our coats, he turned to me with that grin again. My knees started shaking... he looked down into my eyes, putting his powerful hands on my cheeks. They were still cold, but his touch was warm. He leaned down and pressed his lips on mine. One of his hands slid around to the back of my head and gently grabbed my hair. I could feel the tension boiling inside him too. I put my hands on his thick, muscly chest, sliding them down to outline that beautiful gut. I was feeling flashes of white hot emotions all at once, but he had total control of the next move. He released his grip and I floated back down to earth.

After leading me to the living room couch, he grabbed the clicker, and turned on Netflix. Being that it was the first time I had ever been to his place, I scanned the room to get a better look into his world. You can tell a lot about a person based on their decor and style. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise; looks can be deceiving, but home style does not. The vibe was mid century/modern and very clean. He may have been a big eater, but he was no pig. A room worthy of Instagram, definitely.

I noticed around the room a couple photos here and there, but one in particular really caught my eye. It was a photo of him, from what looked like his high school years. He appeared mostly the same, except a little more boy-ish, a little less muscly, and had a flat athlete’s stomach. He noticed me looking and turned to investigate. When he realized I was looking at the picture, he let out a chuckle.

“Hey look, it’s little me,” he said.

“That you in high school?” I asked.

“Yeah, I still had some growing to do,” he said, seeming to reminisce fondly of the past. I immediately glanced down at his belly, then back up at him. He noticed this, smiled, and plopped one big hand on his gut and rubbed it proud.

“Agh yeah, I meant taller. I was only about 6 ft my senior year. Still had another few inches go. Late growth spurt, what can I say?” He continued to rub himself as he looked down at his full gut. “But I’ve certainly gained a few pounds since then.” My skin was starting to shine as I gave his belly a rub alongside him. My heart started pounding.

“Oh I think you’ve grown beyond your college 15, big boy.” I patted his belly as my breathing deepened. He leaned his head back and delivered an impressive alpha laugh. He was relishing in my low key worshipping.

“Yeah, actually I’ve put on an extra 50 pounds or so. 20 of those being sheer body growth probably. Might even’ve added another pound or 2 tonight. But, hey, I love to eat. And nothing’s gonna come between me and my food.”

“Nothing certainly did tonight,” I said, playfully. “You put away a big meal, and it’s showing right now.” I continued to stroke his belly, which felt firm and bloated.

“Yeah I certainly ate king sized tonight, as it should be. BRRRP! Oh damn! I guess I ate more than I thought!”

We both shared a laugh that was just as sexually tense as you could have guessed. My heart rate accelerated from his belch, and he couldn’t stop staring at me.

“And you know what, I’m still kind of hungry.” As he said this with a good gut pat, I immediately went red. He was so big and bloated from a gigantic dinner, and now he wanted more?? I hit the jackpot!

“Maybe you could make me something,” he suggested. “I got some goods in my kitchen.”

He said it as if he was asking me to undress for him and do a sexy dance. And I can honestly say, I wanted to do nothing more but feed him.

He pointed me in the direction of the kitchen, which was even more stylish than his living room with a white cabinet finish, stainless steel appliances, and black marble counter top.

“Put on some pasta, babe,” he called out from the other room. “In the pantry. Throw a few boxes into my big pot. You can find it in the overhead cabinet. Then when you’re done with that, I have some chocolate cake in the freezer.”

I did as I was told. Got the big pot full of water on the stove and put a few boxes of pasta to the side, ready for when it came to a boil. Then I opened the freezer and sure enough, a HUGE box took up most of the empty space. I pulled it out with two hands and brought it back to my man with 2 spoons. When I returned to the couch, he smiled, accentuating those devilish good looks.

“Right here,” he said, patting his big thigh with his hand. I put the cold box on his lap. He opened it up, exposing a massive, chocolate cake, and nearly started drooling. “Damn, I’m hungrier than I thought.” He looked back up at me and spotted the two spoons in my hand.

“Well come on, babe, let’s eat before it melts.”

I sat back down on the couch, cuddling up next to him. He took one of the spoons, raised it to say ‘cheers,’ and dove in. I took a few bites but made sure I steered clear of his incoming spoonfuls.

We watched Netflix as the cake quickly started disappearing from existence. Every time a spoonful of cake went into his cute mouth, a shiny clean spoon came back out. He made sure no crumb or amount of frosting was left behind.

“You like some milk, huh?” I asked as I played with the hair above the back of his neck. He looked at me like a kid in a candy store, all wide eyed and excited. His face was stuffed with chocolate.

“Mmhmm,” he responded. Even when he was eating , his eyes were on full charm mode. I took my finger, wiped a little chocolate from his lip, and put it on my tongue. He responded to this. I saw him starting to lean in, and that’s when I got up and went back to the kitchen. I wanted to tease him as much as he’s been teasing me all night. I knew it would make the end result that much better. With the water in the pot now at a boil, I put the pasta in before grabbing a gallon of milk from the fridge.

Upon my return to the couch with the milk, the box of cake was empty. Licked clean entirely. My baby had grown bigger! And he was leaning back, stretching his big arms above his head. This movement lifted his shirt, which was much tighter, and exposed the bottom of his big belly. He made a deep, satisfying groan as he finished stretching, which made want to just undress and throw myself on top of him. He looked up at me.

“Agh the milk, thanks babe.”

I gave the gallon to him. He twisted the cap open and, without letting a beat pass, started chugging. Gulp. Gulp. Gulp.

Oh fuck, I thought. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I watched as his chiseled jawline allowed large amounts of milk to pass through his thrusting throat, down his chest, and into that beastly belly. His chest moved up and down slightly with each gulp. His belly was getting a little larger with each inhale. Then after just a few seconds. Gone.

“Aghhhh...BRRRRAAAAP!!! Agggh fuck, that hit the spot.” He put the empty milk gallon on the coffee table in front of the couch and leaned back as he looked up at me. His influx of power made him hornier. I could tell.

I sat down beside him, getting as close as I could to my growing man. He smiled as he continued to look at me. I put one hand behind his neck and stroked gently. The other hand I put atop his bloated belly. He put one of his hands on my cheek again and leaned in with his lips -

“The pasta?” I said, putting the moment on pause. “Don’t tell me you’re not hungry anymore?”

His belly made a low groan. We both looked down at it and he gave himself two pats and a good rubbing.

“Oh I can definitely still eat. I’m always hungry when I’m with you.”

I knew exactly what he meant. His bulge began to grow in his pants. I was gearing him up now, but I wasn’t done. I made my trip to the kitchen as quick as I could, because I knew I couldn’t keep him nor myself at bay for much longer. The pasta was done. Three boxes worth. I poured it into a strainer in the sink. I then grabbed a jar of marinara sauce from the fridge and a family sized serving bowl I was able to find in one of the cabinets. The bowl looked big enough to hold all the pasta so I poured in with the sauce, some spice and seasoning, and cheese. Once I got it all mixed up and ready to serve, I grabbed a big fork and made my way back to the living room with the pasta. He got all wide eyed again.

“You found my good bowl! Good. You’re making me so hungry-BRRRRRRRUUUP!” He reached out and I gave my big king his encore. Without letting any time go by he was stuffing his gorgeous face with pasta. Slurping, chomping, inhaling, and just fucking pouring it in. He did whatever he had to do to finish that pasta as fast as he could. His bulge was getting bigger, and so was his stomach!

“More milk?” I asked, feeling the climax near. He nodded with a big stuffed grin.

I headed back into the kitchen and opened the fridge. There was one milk left, and it was chocolate milk. Nice and thick, I thought. That I’ll blow him up. I could hear him l eating from the other room.

**slurp, gulp, chew, GULP** “Agh...URRR-RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!!!!!!”

Oh shit. I knew he was finishing fast, his belches were getting louder, and I was running out of time. I grabbed the chocolate milk from the fridge, closed the door, and turned to head back to the living room. When I got back to the couch, my boyfriend was sitting there with an empty bowl. His belly had grown even bigger underneath his shirt! His bulge was pushing hard on his pants. He looked at me. I looked at him. We were at the brink.

“Hey babe,” I said. “More milk?” He rubbed his belly like the fat king he had become.

“Oh yeah-*hic!”

I gave him the milk and stood there as he downed it all. His belly kept getting bigger. It was groaning louder. He leaned his neck back as the milk vanished. Gulp. Gulp. Gulp....And then...the milk was gone. He tossed the second empty gallon to the side with the empty bowl and delivered an alpha belch. At that moment, his belt busted open, releasing more of his restrained belly. My God he was even bigger than I thought. He looked down at his bulge, which was throbbing and looked back up at me with that grin.

“Are you full yet, babe?” I asked.

“Not quite.” He said, looking all drunk. He unzipped his busted pants and pulled them down, exposing his rock hard, erect dick.

I slowly undressed in front of him, until all of my clothes were on the ground.

He had not taken his eyes off of me. I climbed on top of him, leaned forward, and kissed him on the lips. He stared, eyes glazed, and quivered slightly as a wave of hot energy ran down his spine. I continued, tenderly, my hand caressing his jawline. I could hear his belly rumbles beneath me as he began to respond to my touch.

Then the dam broke and my big king pulled me into a tight embrace. As he put himself inside me, my spine went limp. He overpowered me. Neither of us held back, pouring every tension, every jolt of emotion we ever veiled onto each other in a blazing dance of affection. I kissed his neck and chest, tracing his big body with my fingers as I started to lift his shirt. He met me half way and ripped it off completely. I guided his powerful hands over me. Sparks flickered between our contrasting bodies. He felt so much bigger with his shirt off. His hand clutched mine as if to break it. We rose and fell together. My man was vigorous, and I was vulnerable. It was explosive, torrential, cosmic — a confluence of fetishism and romance.

Then we gently melted into each other’s arms, free and untamed. I rested, sweaty and panting, in his glory. He was my big king tonight, and every night after. He was all mine as much as I was all his. I put my face in his neck and he petted the back of my head. His belly continued to rumble. I was with a beast of nature that I had somehow managed to claim and tame. How much bigger would he get? How much stronger could he become? How much more delicious should a man with his drop-dead-gorgeous looks become? Those were questions for another time. For now, I floated in the galaxy of my man, far away from earth, and the decrescendo of a full and satisfied evening kissed the bitter cold goodnight.