Chapter 5: Plan
The house grew quiet as the sun dipped lower behind the trees. Nathalia sat at the countertop, carefully cleaning after the evening's meal while sipping on a glass of wine. Her long legs stretched out underneath the wooden table, crossed at the ankles. In the dimly lit space, candlelight cast dancing shadows on the walls, giving the room an ethereal ambiance.
Her chubby trasure layed on the couch. Alex was a marvel to behold.
Nat couldn't help but admire the transformation wrought upon him. Where once stood a lean, athletic young man, now stood a portly, well-fed individual whose appearance radiated contentment and indulgence. The extra padding on his arms and thighs made his already impressive physique even more robust, accentuating the strength hidden beneath his now voluptuous exterior.
She watched as he layed in bed, clad in a loose-fitting tank top and baggy shorts that seemed to struggle to contain his burgeoning form. The fabric strained against his bulging biceps and round belly, showcasing his newfound curves proudly. The way his pants sagged low on his waistline, exposing the expanse of his growing derriere, left no doubt about the changes that had befallen him.
Every curve and roll of his flesh spoke volumes about the transformation that had transpired since Nat first laid eyes on him. The very image invoked a mixture of pride and affection within her.
In the dim light, Nat observed the subtle play of expressions crossing Alex's sleeping features. The visible signs of stress and anxiety that used to plague his facial features appeared to have dissipated, replaced instead by a newfound serenity and confidence.
But now she was not alone in the room. There beside her a man, was siiting. Eric, friend, one who, based on the way he looked at her boy, alredy fucked him atleast once. Tension buit up as silence continued
in the room until finally Nat broke it. "So what do you think? How far will we take this experiment?” Nat said her question calmly, as though inquiring about the weather forecast rather than the potential obliteration of her boyfriend’s life choices.
“Well," Eric replied, his tone matching hers for apparent nonchalance, “it really depends on your tolerances.”
He turned toward Nat, locking his hazel-green eyes onto hers. “Are you okay with him getting bigger?”
His directness took Nat aback.
Yet, she found herself surprisingly undaunted by the possibility of her partner becoming larger. On the contrary, the mere suggestion sent a thrilling shiver running through her spine. Despite the implications, she didn't want to let fear dictate her decisions. Instead, she resolved to approach the situation with open-mindedness and rationality.
"Of course, I won't object to his growth, he looks so happy this way." Nat responded confidently, "I am more interested why it is your buisness" she continued with the notes of steel in her calm voice.
Her eyes were steady, challenging his gaze without flinching."
Eric smiled enigmatically. His lips curved into a half grin, exposing the trace of an indentation near the corner of his mouth. "Because some bich has turned my bro into a submissive dumb slut." His words came with same steel, yet where soht as whisper. Nat remained silent, processing the sincerity in his expression before offering a response.
"And if I can't participate, i would prevent it" he continued with an obvious challange.
Nat raised an eyebrow, impressed by his defiant demeanor. She hesitated momentarily, then asked, "Why?"
"What kind of pig does he become when we make him even bigger?" Eric pressed further, trying to gauge Nat's reaction.
"A happier version of himself, evidently", Nat mused thoughtfully. "Alex seems genuinely satisfied with his new shape and lack of responsibility – there's no denying how good these dinners taste".
"And this would ruin him. He would be dead as alex we now" Eric replied with notes of sadness.
"Perhaps, but you and I will enjoy it. He too. So whats the point of stopping?" She said with ominous nonchalante.
"I offer an accord" - Nat continued. "We would enjoy his feast together, until the end. He clearly likes your company and I feel no envy."
"So he is practically dead now, fed up until succumbing to his desire" Eric replied "And I hoped you would refuse..."
"Nothing is forever, besides he can ask us to stop at any moment" , - aline grinned with malice
"So he is", - Eric smirked, feeling his own erection starting to strain against the fabric of his shorts.