So, do you want to be my little chubby?)

Misha looks at the poster that her little passion just hung in the living room. It says in big letters "So, do you want to become chubby?" — and below there is an algorithm of actions according to the points. "So... are we really going to do this?" — he asks, not without apprehension, looking down at Du, who barely reaches the shoulder of the athletic and tall Misha. — Well... you said yourself that you want to become the man of my dreams, — Andrey enthusiastically declares and points to a nearby poster, — and the man of my dreams looks like this. The poster depicts a man, , and the caption "Eat on, glutton." "But he's... so fat," Misha's eyes are round and round. — Hmm, that's right, — Du, standing on tiptoe, kisses him on the neck. "And you'll be like that soon, too." * Misha giggles and starts eating the next slice of cake. —Good boy,— Dukha playfully pats his stomach. — So you're already chubby? "Well, I've gained almost fifteen kilos," he replies and continues to eat. "Yes... and you still let me feed you a cake," Du kisses Misha on her chocolate—smeared lips. — That's the way it's supposed to be, right? Blushing slightly, Misha quotes: "Always eat everything you are fed." — That's right, you adhere to the algorithm, and therefore you get fat... open your mouth, honey, — chirps Andrey, — it is thanks to this algorithm that you will become very fat. — Well... it seems that my breadwinner likes it, — Misha smiles gently. —Oh, yes," Ducha kisses him gently again. — With every kilogram you gain, he adores you more and more! * — Ik ... — Misha gives out, groaning. He's lying in bed like every weekend, already completely gorged—and it's not even noon yet. — You're my darling, — Du strokes his stomach admiringly, — for the first time you managed to master a dozen pancakes at once... it seems that you are finally developing a normal appetite. "I thought you said that my stomach still has room to grow,— Misha exhales with difficulty. "Yes, there is," Du nods. — A hundred kilos of you is fine, but I want you to have a lot of fat on you, a lot more ... — and pushes a candy between the lips of a loved one. Misha rolls his eyes, but with pleasure sucks in a sweet ball and sends it by the cheek. — So, the question arises. You love fat girls. —Yeah," Du pinches his curvy thigh lightly. — But I haven't gained a kilogram since I was a teenager, I'm just as skinny. — And I'm not going to. I love how different we are becoming, small and light I am — and next to me you are so gorgeous and fat, — his gaze becomes clouded, he gently kisses Misha's big breasts. — So I'll stay thin and small, and we'll fatten you up... * — My bun, we did it! — Dyusha proudly reports, entering the data of Misha's current weigh-in into the application with which he tracks all his progress. — One hundred and two kilos, so your BMI has finally passed forty, and this is obesity of the third degree! - Yes? — Misha is not sure how to react to this. — What will we celebrate with? Dyusha smiles greedily. "Probably a cake... but I eat it now on normal days," Misha thoughtfully touches his chin with his finger. —Yes, here they are, the difficulties of fatties,— Du snorts, kissing his tall passion on the shoulder. — Well, you're going to have a special cake today. Their day is going on as usual. Misha eats a huge breakfast, lunch, afternoon snack and dinner, snacking profusely in between main meals. He also reads, draws and relaxes on video games. In the evening, they sit in an embrace and watch a movie, when it ends, and then Dyusha, stretching, gets up: — And now — a surprise. He comes out and winks over his shoulder. "I'll meet you in the bedroom in ten minutes." On the way, he drops his shorts and, seductively shaking his vacated seat, leaves. When Misha enters the bedroom, soft music is playing and candles are flickering. Above the bed a new poster has been hung: "EAT MORE!" — the letters are made up of burgers, buns and other snacks. — And here's my gorgeous handsome man, — purrs Du in a seductive tone, just as seductively sprawled on the bed, next to him is a chocolate cake. — Do you want a cake, my crumpet? And taking a slice of cake from the dish, he puts it between his upturned breasts and leans back on the pillows. Misha breaks into a smile. — Oh, yes, I really want to. — And not only the cake, of course. * — Hold on, fat girl, — says Du, when they approach the store, — now you'll sit in the shade. Some people raise their eyebrows when they hear the word "fat woman," but most probably think they just didn't hear it. Friends are walking along the embankment, Du wants to buy a new beach towel. Misha is just very glad to have the opportunity to relax, twenty minutes on his feet is a bit much. "Here, look what I found," Du happily demonstrates a beach towel with a cartoon hippo. — That's what I knew, — said Misha, — you like hippos. — That's right, my bun, — Du winks, — well, is my hippo hungry? — Not so hungry... but he can have a snack, — Misha smiles. "You're my darling," Du squints contentedly and strokes his beloved's stomach. — Let's load up another portion of calories here. Passers-by who hear this conversation squint at them, but eventually look away. — Perhaps I will not give up burgers, — Misha smiles, his lover likes his shape, which means he is happy. — Then let's order you a double ham burger, a cheeseburger, fried potatoes and a milkshake. — Dyukha kisses Misha on the cheek. "I want you to get fatter, baby. The girl on the next bench pops out of her phone in surprise and immediately, blushing, looks down when Dyukha winks at her. "My love, I'm already almost a hundred kilos," Misha says loudly enough for everyone around to hear. "But if you want me to get even fatter, let's order two cocktails and add a dozen chicken crunches." "You're my good one," Du whispers in his ear and gently bites his earlobe. — And now let's go feed you. * Du hears a loud crunch and a ringing squeak. He puts down the watering can and looks around the corner of the house with a big smile. — Honey, are you okay? — he asks, seeing that Misha is sitting on the grass among the fragments of a garden chair. The table next to it is bursting with a variety of food. — Yes ... the chair ... in general, it broke, — Misha rubs his sides. — But my pillow is soft enough, I'm not hurt. — I told you, your "pillow" is too thick for this chair, — Du notes dispassionately, but imps are dancing in his eyes. — I thought you were talking about width, — blushing a little, Misha looks at the table and takes a burger. "I said it in every sense," Du smiles, glad that his passion, even after such a "shock", immediately starts eating. "It's a lot for me too,— Misha snorts. "But you made it clear that I'm still not fat enough." - Yes? And what makes you think that? — Du smiles, apparently he had too much wine yesterday. — Oh, just little things. The way you look at me, the way you kiss and caress me, the way you feed me... — Misha gets to his feet with difficulty. — Oh, yes, I also remember how my very sweet and very drunk boyfriend said that he wanted me to get so fat that when we made love, the bed would break under us. —Hmm, your friend seems to have a clear plan for the future," Du winks and walks up to Misha from behind, shaking off the remains of his chair. "Yes, yes, and I'm sure he forgot point—blank that our bed is on a steel frame," Misha sighs. — Do you even understand how much I need to get fat for this? —Oh, yes," Du winks, squeezing him by the rounded barrel and giving him a peck on the shoulder. "I think I'll get you some more." * — Honey, don't forget to dip the crust in the sauce, — He strokes the impressive belly of his beloved. They sit on the couch and watch a movie, while Misha continues to have dinner, starting with the second family pizza. "You're so strict,— Misha giggles, squinting at the new poster. Cut from one of Dyukha's favorite stores, a very corpulent man is painted on it, and of course, the motto is written below: "Fats, carbohydrates and sugar — all this is a wonderful diet for our fatties!" — Well, you can't just take up space in your beautiful belly) "Wow... I just ate a big family pizza... and I'm still hungry... and you call this here," Misha wags his tummy a little. — Well, this is the belly, — Dyukha grins — he still has to grow and grow, — and kisses the lover again in the navel area. — I'm already almost thirty kilos heavier than you! — says Misha, who still can't get used to the idea of what kind of men Dyukha adores. — And you can get even fatter, — he responds with anticipation, — so eat on, my little bun! * Misha blushes a little, hearing the industrial scales creak under his plump feet. —Well, let's see," Du moves the weights. — Height one hundred eighty, weight ninety-seven… Biting his lower lip, Du looks at Misha with lust. — Oh, I just love you)) - Yes? — Misha, blushing even more, smiles broadly. — Well, what does this mean, I mean, what are we going to do next? — What are you talking about? — Well, if I finally became "chubby" — that was the original goal, right? — Mishka looks a little embarrassed. — Yes, of course, but do you know how the right chubby boys behave? — With a wink, Du lifts his beloved's tummy with both hands. — They eat the same way as just puffy, only even bigger... and getting fatter... and fatter! Blushing even more, Misha feels a surge of excitement. — So you want me to get even bigger?.. — My dear, that's the beauty of obesity: you can always get even bigger! Hugging the well—fed passion, Leia goes into a whisper: — Again, think about it properly… Do you seriously think that you can stop leading your current lifestyle and return to the previous three meager meals with raw vegetables and boiled fish, no snacks and a gym four times a week? Oh, how Misha grimaces at the word "gym" and at the thought of eating less! So Du gently strokes Misha's stomach and asks: — So, my dear, what have you decided? — I decided… that I'll get even fatter," he replies quietly but confidently. * — Honey, we're out of snickers! Misha reports from the kitchen. "There was a new box in the cupboard above the sink," says Du, who is just indulging in a yoga session on the living room rug. —You know... I've already eaten it," Misha replies, blushing slightly. And hearing this, Dyukha literally runs to the kitchen, interrupting the lesson. — Are you serious, dear? — he exhales admiringly. — I just bought it yesterday, and there were two dozen bars. "Well, you know, snickers are my favorite,— Misha says with an embarrassed smile. —Yeah, and each one has two hundred and fifty calories,— Dyukha proudly informs. — That is, six thousand calories just for a snack in between... God, you're really almost fat! — And bites a kiss into Misha's wet lips. — No wonder you're so blown away! — and vigorously squeezes his tummy. — Hey, don't touch the goods! Micha snorts. — Pay with sweets first. "Hmm, you're right, my fat woman shouldn't starve," Du agrees. — I'm going to fry you some sausages, but in the meantime grab a cake, okay? — Persuaded, — Alice nods and waddles over to the sofa. The sofa creaks under his weight — almost a hundredweight, however, and he does not stop there at all. His stomach is rumbling; it's not that he's hungry, it's just that the aroma of fried sausages naturally awakens his appetite. He is pulled out of his thoughts by the greedy paws of Dyukha, squeezing her belly. — Here's the promised cake — there's not a whole cake on the plate, but about half a lump; she kisses him on the cheek and flutters back to the kitchen. Misha looks at the cake; the desire to eat it immediately wakes up. Nowadays, he has almost no self-control regarding food, "what I see, I eat"On the other hand, why would he need self-control? What's the plus of chubby ones: you don't have to hold back. He smiles and takes the first bite of the cake, which is dense and satisfying. In "lean" times, he basically couldn't eat like this, and certainly not every day. And now Du expects that there are almost no limits to his appetites... and he is not so wrong. — The first portion of sausages, — Dyukha joyfully informs, having touched a plate with fried sausages and croutons, — what will you do then? And, waiting for an answer, he habitually strokes his beloved's belly. — I liked the grilled cheese that time, — Misha answers thoughtfully, — and then, perhaps, a couple of cans of beer. — A good fat order, — Andrey kisses him again, — everything will be fine right now) * Misha is lying on a chaise longue, roasting in the evening sun. Quiet music in headphones, sweets at arm's length. Du, after a little swim, is just getting out of the pool — Misha understands this, feeling how clearly whose palms are gently stroking his tummy. He looks over his shoulder with difficulty. — You have a pretty big tummy, honey, — Andrey smiles, seeing that his friend takes off his headphones. — Yeah, thanks, we've been working hard on this for a long time, — Misha smiles back, blushing a little. "You've been feeding me tons of stuff." "I fed her because you love her, like all puffy ones,— Du says jokingly. — Half a dozen hamburgers are a light snack for you today. — It sounds creepy, really, but they're... nothing. These cheap fast food burgers are so small, you can't get enough of them. Whether it's yours, at home, Misha looks at the fat—soaked bags on the table, to be honest, he doesn't even remember how much he ate. — Well, that's how I make a big bun, and there's five times more meat than in these ones, and much more cheese, and I also add onion rings, ham trimmings and sauce, of course, — and Dyusha smiles, watching his already rather plump cavalier halve the burger in one bite. "You know how to satisfy me," Mishka giggles. —Oh, yes, in many ways," Dyukha winks. — Again, with your height, you need to eat well. — Hmm, and I thought it was because you want your beloved to get fatter even more, - Misha sarcastically notes. —Well, you're just a little chubby," Andrei slaps him on the back facade while his "friend" is finishing his burger. — Dear, almost a hundredweight of a kilo of live weight is already somewhat more than plump, — Misha raises an eyebrow, — others will call me exceptionally fat. "Hmm, well, you're right somewhere," Dyukha grins, "but I'd say you're... not plump enough yet."… So, should I make you some proper burgers? Misha, blushing slightly, nods slowly. — Yes, please.