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Resistance0Is0Futile

Resistance0Is0Futile

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Name: Casper Mackenzie
Age: 32
Occupation: Retired Celebrity of restaurant owners / baker
British famous chef and restaurateur he established a chain of restaurants and a food critic he has 16 Michelin stars to his 5 star restaurants. Which is a big deal now he just runs a bakery. They are both famous and get a lot a of attention if spotted outside/doing normal chores.
Likes: Being with his partner on chill hours, making delicious baking his partner has always been the tester. Snuggling up to his partner whilst he's typing away meeting deadlines. He loves pleasing his partner
Dislikes: Not a morning person.
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Casper never thought he'd be in a successful healthy relationship for the past 10 years they have met mile stones within their carers, whether it was a new book on the market that reached the top 10, award ceremonies, red carpet events. It was amazing that they managed to do it together. Being Casper being known for his hot-headed personality being a perfectionist he wanted nothing but the best for his customers. He would slave away in the kitchen trying to perfect or make something new for his customers or his partner would be typing away up stairs. It wasn't a bad thing, he liked making sure that his partner had everything he needed. He gave tasty treats the other was so oblivious to his workings that he wouldn't even notice how much the other was actually eating. He would just grab what he was there naturally knowing tasty treats would always be close by and close range.

Secretly he enjoyed seeing his partner get chubbier, it was notice-able in the cheeks at first. It was adorable then when he hugged the waste as they did every morning or any hugging invitation was given he noticed the love handles were also getting bigger. He was heading up stairs knowing even at 3am his partner was still working away trying to meet the very dead line. His life had calmed down over the years as they used to spend weeks, sometimes months a part but Casper had cut down several responsibilities and given managers jobs to over see his restaurants globally and when they were on holiday he would 'drop in' to see how things were doing it was a nice combination.

Casper gently knocked seeing the tasty treats had already gone it was half a cake, the other tended to eat more when he was close to dead lines so Casper had a few on stand by just in case. Whether he was aware of it or not but Casper liked to encourage it. "How's it going? you should really think about sleeping soon." Casper's Irish accent came through. He then put the new tasty brownies on the table. His fingers tenderly went on the shoulders feeling the ridged-ness on the tensed position. His hand slipped to the side of the stomach as he always did. Just adding a little bit of pressure to the waist feeling the firm.

"It worries me when you work so late, your sleeping schedule is always of the wonk." Then again Casper couldn't talk either often or not his partner would find him self sleeping alone because he was working on request orders. Being as passionate and demanding at his work he was very determined to get them done on time.
 
Name: Elijah Beaumont
Age: 29
Nationality: French
Occupation: Author, and a well known one at that. Each of his books have always been followed with popularity, swiftly rising to the top ten within days of release. He started writing at the young age of 17 and hasn't stopped since, publishing a new novel every so often for 12 years now.
Personality: Elijah is quite the outgoing character when around those he's most familiar with, though to those he's just met he often comes off as a recluse, shutting himself in his office for hours to write, or quiet, when in fact he's simply off in his own word, swept off his feet with his own imagination.
Likes: He's got a soft spot for animals, cats however are a favourite of his. Growing up in the countryside of France Elijah found himself feeding or taking in strays quite often. Elijah also loves anything sweet, biscuits, cakes, macaroons, he loves it all! Though it's had a negative impact on his waistline, he can't refuse any sweet treats, something which his partner has come to learn.
Dislikes: Coffee, anything sour and loud noises

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Working as a writer had seemed to be Elijah's perfect career, his calling in life so to speak. He had always been so wrapped up in his own thoughts, ideas spinning around quickly, mind filled with imagination and a seemingly endless supply of stories. His hands typed effortlessly across the keys, creating worlds and characters at the touch of his fingers. Elijah loved it, each new book that was written and soared in popularity made him oh so happy, that someone had chosen to read his writing, to acknowledge his story. Elijah had fallen in love with his career- perhaps that's why he locked himself in his office for hours at a time in order to focus on writing. The only person he had seemed to let in to his busy and hectic life had been his partner, Casper Mackenzie; famous chef, owner of countless restaurants and a celebrity. Whilst many people knew Elijah, he had never considered himself a celebrity, people like Casper where the real celebrities, Elijah merely fumbled his way through an interview every now and again, publishing books so often. The two had been an unlikely pair to put it into simple terms, yet Elijah had fallen for Casper much harder than he had his work.

However, that love he had for writing had begun to fade in recent months. That plentiful fountain of creativity was starting to run dry. For too many nights he found himself sat at his computer, pleading for words to come to mind, staring at the glowing screen for hours until he fell asleep at his desk. The years had been kind to his writing, but not now. In all honesty, the stress was so much for Elijah. People demanding a new book, interviews, signings, public appearances. All of it had lead to Elijah turning to...well food to relieve the stress of his job. The fridge was always full due to his partner's job as a chef, and Casper always made him snacks that he couldn't refuse. Catching Elijah scoffing sweets from the pantry, or grabbing bags of crisps, cookies etc and bringing them to his office was getting common now. You seemed to be able to always find him snacking, a plate of freshly made goods sat at his desk as he mindlessly ate and tried to think of something.

Of course, all that snacking wasn't good for his weight. So slim and almost underweight he had been. Now sat a soft little belly on his lap, thick thighs, a round face with chubby pink cheeks, overall he was chubby- to put it simply. Sweaters and baggy shirts couldn't hide that fact any more. Elijah knew it was late, but his deadline was fast approaching, and his publishers would be fuming if he missed another deadline. Of course, all that pressure meant he ate even more. Just sat at his desk tonight he had already ate a plate of cookies and half a cake, pouting as he stared blankly at the screen. "Not well." He answered simply, letting out a relieved sigh as Casper worked his magic on his shoulders and the side of his stomach. "I know...but I can't sleep. My manager is going to kill me if I can't hand over a draft for a new story. I'm meant to go for an interview for this new story next week...only issue is I don't have a story."
 
Casper took the opposing seat his hands were in the lap, he didn't know what it was like to create stories but he new what pressures was like. It was a cruel relentless mistress that was very unforgiven and didn't care how you felt. Results were everything, your book was the best as the last one. People demanded a certain expectations, most of the time mostly single mothers or stay at home mothers were the keen interest or some particularly mature readers who ere in the teenagers seemed to gauge and interest in Elijah's books.

It was a tough crowd and Elijah had no trouble meeting up to the task but seemed to hit a brick wall when it came to the next story instalment. Casper had no trouble selling books whether it was book of collaborated ideas or his own. He knew the standards that Elijah had put himself because a perfectionist at best. So he knew why he worked hard, missing sleep, didn't have a functional schedule. He didn't moan when he was having dinner when the inspiration hit he would get a notebook or laptop out and worked. He learnt to deal with the interruptions, same with Elijah didn't make a fuss when they went to a low standard restaurant and he has to complain that the food wasn't up to standards. He wasn't a bad guy but food was everything to him.

"Maybe get some sleep or take a break? you normally find inspiration when you're doing laundry or something. Getting annoyed at the computer because the inspiration isn't hitting you isn't something going to happen within the minute because you want it to." He smiled at his partner.

"Besides I'm actually taking the night off for once. I finished the last order and it's date night tomorrow where we promised each other no work. Although it was my idea, I'm the one that normally breaking it." He grinned at the other. He was most one to break, when Elijah was going to ban him from the restaurant downstairs or his own personal kitchen.

"Heh remember that one year you decided to make a cake? god I nearly had a fit because you started a mild fire." He teased to try to release the tension.
 
"I know, I would never forget date night. It's just..." He paused, lifting a bit of cake to his lips and swallowing. "...stressful." Elijah finished. "I've asked for an extension three times already, the publishers just won't budge." Elijah sighed, leaning back against his chair, defeated almost. Perhaps a break was due. After having been in this damn room for three hours now, no progress had been made, not even a title graced the blank white screen, as if taunting the stressed out writer. "You're right. I should try to sleep. Any work I do now will just be slop not good enough for even a first draft." He commented meekly, as if trying to lower to amount strain at the moment- just like Casper had attempted a few moments before him.

With a heavy sigh, Elijah stood, leaning down and logging off. There was no point saving, after all what had he wrote in the past three hours. "I just...I need someone. Just a little something, you know? Just to get me started off." He mumbled, stretching with a groan since he had quite literally been sat still for hours, though his little stretch raised up his sweater, revealing a sliver of the softness the writer had begun to gain.

"Bed." He said simply, "I need to go to bed. Recharge my brain." True, no doubt, he was running on about two hours sleep, but in all honesty he was merely waiting until the damn kitchen was clear and he could grab someone. Food was his comfort, and boy did he crave some now. "It's late, you should be asleep too. I don't want you losing hours of sleep because of me.."
 
"The kitchen's done so I have nothing to do but sleep with you. So that's good." He smiled. "Let me go grab something and I'll meet you in the bedroom. " He grinned as he saw the belly that was emerging from the shirt. He knew that he had been eating all day he could see the firmest. His hand went to it and patted the curve of it adding a little firmness to the full belly before smiling. "You know, I wouldn't be mad at you if you gained. If anything I find it really appealing." Casper smiled into Elijah's ear. "I love it when you just eat to your heart's content."

Casper than went back down stairs knowing he'd meet Elijah in the bedroom, he then nipped into the kitchen and brought some fresh home made biscuits Elijah's favourite. Before putting the plate that cling film over it. The icing had shape like cats over it knowing that Elijah had a passion for them. When they were both in the bedroom he stretched as he revealed his muscled toned stomach he was naturally fit from running around after everyone ensuring that restaurants and business partners were running smoothly. It was tough being head chef because people thought he was naturally mean.

He smiled at his partner sitting on the bed. "I figured you'd be feeling anxious so I brought you these he passed them to Elijah. He smiled at the other. "I hope you don't mind but you are my best customer." He grinned at the other lovingly before he kissed he got one of the cookies allowing Elijah to smell the content's his favourite ingredients. Careful to detail. He placed one of them in Elijah's mouth. "Would you eat them all for me?" He asked gently.
 
Elijah froze slightly as the other spoke, a slight blush spreading to those chubby cheeks, feeling that hand rested against the curve of his stomach. "I suppose I've just put on a little." He tried to reason before watching the other leave to head downstairs. He gulped, looking down with a pout at that familiar little belly of his. Bed, he needed to go to bed, Elijah reminded himself, quickly walking out of his office and to their shared bedroom.

He got dressed for bed, shorts and a t-shirt though they looked a little tight, climbing into the cosy covers and awaiting his partner's return- no doubt with some sort of sweet treat for him. It was a common occurrence now, the pair cuddling in bed with Elijah snacking at the newest baked goods Casper had come up with, acting as a sort of taste tester for whatever Casper wanted to try. Of course, he never turned down the offer, happily munching away and sending a flood of compliments Casper's way.

The exact pattern took place tonight, Elijah awaiting in bed with Casper setting down a plate of cookies in front of him- cat ones to be exact. He smiled, nodding "Oh thank you. They look and smell amazing." He practically beamed, not wasting much time as he took a bite of the cookie, his smile only widening "Mmm, these are delicious." He took another bite promptly after the last, and another, and another, finishing the first cookie with ease
 
Casper smiled at the result of him eating the biscuits, because he munched throughout the day these were nothing compared to what he had in mind for Elijah. He smiled at the other as he rubbed and prod his profound stomach. He smiled as he caressed it lovingly. He was rubbing the sides of it, allowing himself to get closer as he kissed Elijah again. He then brought the plate as he thought about it. "Imagine if you intentionally got fat. Imagine how far you can actually go with it." He murmured not realising he was saying his thoughts out loud. "Is it wrong for me to like this? If it's making you feel uncomfortable please tell me and I'll stop. "

Casper then gave Elijah another bite of the cookie a little bit more forcefully, this pattern continued to everything was done. He could hear Elijah's digesting them. He then put his head on the other's belly it had grown a little inch with all the food in it. "I think I'd like you to be fatter than you are now babe, do you think you can do that?" He asked being a bit more fuller with his words not mincing them in the lightest they have talked about it, they have shared intimacy with food but never this mass.

Casper smiled as he marvelled how stuffed the other belly was. He could probably tell that Elijah was getting fuller and stuffed more as the belly protested. But he did nothing but shoved the last cookie into his mouth and sealed it with a kiss. Signs of Elijah getting full as he did so he rested his head on Elijah's stomach.
 
Elijah knew he was full, he could tell from the way his stomach pressed against the tight fabric of his shirt, bulging outward like a sore thumb. He couldn’t help the relaxed sigh he let out as the other glided his hand across his overfed stomach, soothing him as he pressed a kiss to his partners cheek after he had done the same to him. But Elijah wasn’t prepared for the others sudden revelation, he knew the other had a thing for…larger people, but he never thought he’d ever want to try anything like that with him. But then again, as of recent, the pounds had seemed to just pile on for Elijah. Fat, he was starting to get fat now.

He let the other continue to rub his stomach, taking a bite of the cookie as it was pressed to his lips. “Fatter?” The writer repeated, looking down. He was already starting to get a little big, the other wanted him to go even further though? “You’d like me if I intentionally get fatter? But…what if I do and you don’t like me any more? Weight is a hard thing to lose.” He tried to reason.

However, strangely enough he hadn’t ruled the idea out entirely. Oh no, quite the contrary. In fact, he was considering the idea. Elijah always turned to food when he was stressed, it was something he couldn’t stop, and so inevitably he was going to end up gaining weight. If his lover liked the idea of him intentionally doing it so much, then why deny the inevitability of it all? Why not encourage something his partner loved? Not to mention, having such a good chef for a partner meant any food he ate was bound to be delicious. And so, he gave his answer “I-I suppose I could. Gain weight, that is. You promise you like it though, right?”
 
Casper tilted his head, the others questions and statements were valid it was harder to loose so he grabbed his hand and smiled kissed the corner of the knuckle. "I'd never get tired of you Elijah, we've been together for so long that I don't think you'd ever be out of my life. No one can understand us better than we understand ourselves." Casper reasoned with the other he could understand the other's reservations it was a lot to ask someone.

"Silly question Elijah I will love it." He smiled as he looked at the profound stuffed belly hearing the digestives noises. Caressed it like a jewel. "But even if you didn't gain I'd love you regardless Elijah remember that. No pressure at all." Casper reassured as he patted the belly with such pride.

Casper laid his head on the very stuffed belly just imagining how big Elijah could've been.
 
Elijah smiled as his hand was kissed so gently, offering a small chuckle. “You make a fair point. I was…I was only worried that if I start putting weight on, what if you don’t like the look of me when I do?” He finally admitted “I suppose it’s something we can try. I know we’ve been together for a long time, so,” He paused “So I trust and love you enough to try it, okay?”

The writer laid back, that plate of cookies sat beside him, almost inviting him to take another. “Gaining some weight doesn’t seem so bad. I’m willing to try it.” Elijah said. After all, watching how Casper pampered him with delicious food and attention, well, he loved it. He only wanted more. And so, he grabbed a biscuit and lifted it to his lips, continuing to eat as the other laid his head down against his stomach. Elijah was stuffed, full to the brim, but those biscuits, so deliciously prepared and just waiting to be eaten, who was he to say no?

Even though his gut whined and groaned in protest, Elijah ate his third biscuit, swiftly moving to the fourth. “But really,” He stopped, taking a bit “These are…” Another bite “So good.”
 
Casper was very pleased with Elijah's compliance, he didn't want to push Elijah into something he didn't want to do. They had learnt over the years how to work with each other. He wanted Elijah to be happy, the least thing he wanted to do was to jeopardize that. It seemed like it co-aligned with Elijah's habits. Of course, he knew that Elijah was quite known to be quite a foodie when it came to foods and a stress eater. He was very much aware of his stress eating habits, it was hard to believe that Elijah was actually skinny when they first met.

"That's all I ask, there's no pressure, Elijah. My chubby prince." He smiled as he stroked his hair. "Don't just force it just let it happen naturally and just know that I love every part of you, whatever mile stone we make, I'll reward you." Casper stroked and toyed with his belly. He could hear the protest noises of the digestion noises. He then grabbed the last few cookies and pushed it into his mouth lovingly as he did so.

"For your reward this time, my sweetness I will supply foodie treats, the ones that don't sell I will use the second fridge for your own personal use." He said silkily his tone was really soft.
 
“Chubby prince?” Elijah questioned with a chuckle and a slight grin. “Though, if this is the least I can do for you, let me. I know you’ve always had a thing for bigger people. And I don’t mind putting on weight intentionally. As long as you promise to love me, all the way through it.” He hummed, doing his best to reassure his lover. As said before, Elijah was inevitably going to end up fat.

Whilst he could control his eating habits before, with all this stress of his book still not having a draft, public appearances and interviews, Elijah’s stress eating sky rocketed. He had been rather thin before, now it was clear he had put on weight. To the way his body felt and looked softer, and to the way his belly bulged after a full day of snacking and binging. Even now, it was obvious his shirt had gotten too small for him. His gut sat outward like a sore thumb, the stretched out fabric wasn’t enough to cover the entirety of his stuffed belly, a small part poking out of the bottom of the shirt as he lay back against a small pile of pillows. Hell, he felt like he had overdone it, finishing off the last cookies with ease, even though his gut gurgled and groaned.

Now, Elijah was sat with the consequences of his stress eating. Panting ever so slightly, trying to soothe himself
 
Casper was relieved over Elijah's confession and response to his desire. Of course, Elijah looked perfect regardless. He could feel the intense noises coming from the stomach if anyone had to guess, Elijah looked pregnant. He could hear the heavy breathing, trying to keep it down having to ease back to relief some what of the pressure, even if Elijah moved the belly would protest by a burp or groaning.

"You're a big boy aren't you." He cooed softly to his partner's belly. Feeling the roundness every slight movement the belly made a squeak of a noise. "I just don't want you to feel guilty for getting fat okay? remember I'd regardless i'd love you." Casper wanted to make sure Elijah knew that. Casper smiled as he left the room and went down stairs to get some more treats for Elijah. It was importing to try and push him. So Elijah had it into his system. He went into the fridge and got some milk to top it off with and some biscuits, not to many as he knew Elijah was at a reaching point but he knew he couldn't refuse it.

He gathered the things and went back upstairs and placed it upstairs he placed a couple of biscuits on the said tray before sitting next to Elijah. He then got the glass of the milk. "Just lean back and enjoy it Elijah it will ease your belly." He smiled as he pattered his belly "There you go." He rubbed the corner and the sides the belly was really protesting against this. "You know you want this." He smiled cooing at Elijah watching all the reactions. "I want you to try and drink all this for me." He showed him the glass that was touching Elijah's lips.
 
Elijah couldn’t help but gulp as he watched the other leave, was he grabbing even more food? He wasn’t sure how much he could take, and his cheeks were still pink from the ‘big boy’ comment just before he did leave. But still, if his partner was happy, Elijah was happy. When the other returned, he whined when he saw the biscuits and milk, sighing as he sat back up. They looked so good. It was only a few right? He’d be able to manage a few biscuits.

So, when the other handed him a small tray and the glass of milk, he set to work on it. His stomach groaned as he took his first bite of another biscuit, chewing slowly and swallowing, sipping at the milk ever so slightly. Elijah really was starting to look round now, his gut so packed tight, but he couldn’t say no!

He kept up his pattern of finishing a biscuit and then gulping down some milk until the glass finally ended up empty and a single biscuit remained. Elijah was panting now, slowly reaching down, belly whining yet again, and pressed it to his lips. He quickly shoved it in, trying to get it down as fast as he could, finally finishing.

Elijah laid straight back down the minute he finished, letting out a small burp and groaning. He was so unbelievably stuffed, having clearly overdone it
 
He enjoyed every sensation of the other's efforts and he could see the struggle to trying to keep it all down so he rested his he head on the firmest, the protest was unreal. "Imagine if you could keep eating Elijah. Training your belly to over do it every night imagine the pounds." He was so proud of Elijah pushing himself, the belly rumbled under his cheek resting his head in it. He then rubbed it from side to side gently prodding the very loud rumbling stomach.

"I want you to get so big that I can barely get my thighs around you Elijah, or should I say piggy?" He asked with a gentle teasing. "You're mine." He smiled with such pride in his tone. He rested his head adjusting the comfy of the pillow of fat. He could hear the desperate whines of fullness so then, Casper decided to try something.

Knowing how full the other was, he decided to climb against Elijah's belly, he didn't add more pressure but he just sat on the brim of the stuffed gut. He felt the wave of fatness between his legs he was putting pressure on the sides of the stomach kneeling as he went to kiss Elijah. "Your such good boy." Praising him with words. He grinned at the other and only sat on the perched of the top of the stuffed gut making the belly gurgle louder, even cough. "Do you think you want more sweetheart?" He asked as he gently teased of his firmest on the round stomach that was panting squirming under the pressure. He then got off and just rested his head against the firmest of the pecks of his chest seeing the belly.
 
“As long as you…promise to make me the food I eat.” Elijah reasoned, after all, if he was going to intentionally overeat he at least wanted good food, aka his partner’s cooking. He let out a relieved sigh as the other began to rub, letting his head fall back. It was hard to believe he had been such a skinny thing when a few months ago, with the way his shirt couldn’t even cover all his overstuffed belly, and the way it gurgled and groaned, trying desperately to digest the sheer amount of food settled in his stomach.

That familiar blush returned to his face at the light teasing, looking down. He supposed he did…he did look a little like a piggy, an empty plate and glass beside him, and crumbs around his chubby cheeks

He let out a soft groan as the other took his seat atop his gut, feeling how his gut squished as Casper put pressure on it, hearing how it whined and groaned just like he was. “N-No, no..” He quickly stammered “I don’t think anything else can fit..”
 
"Are you 100% sure?" He asked he pleased Elijah with kisses he kissed the mountain of the top of the belly. "Of course, I wouldn't have it any other way sweetheart, I will make extra just for you and wouldn't please anyone else but you." He crooned his tone softly, he did wonder how big Elijah would be, he was big and chubby as it was but imagine the double in weight. Eventually he allowed himself to sleep on Elijah's belly which was groaning all night turning into a belly ache because of how much food was in their and the weight of his head pushing down on the firmness causing the occasional discomfort.

The next morning, he always slept good when he was on Elijah's stomach it was the ultimate pillow. The way it spread along the bed. "Ready for breakfast sweetheart?" he asked. "What kind of breakfast did you want to day? anything you want I will make from scratch at the purest of perfection."

"How did you sleep? hopefully it wasn't too discomforting for you either. You are just irresistible sweetheart." He patted the stomach playfully teasing.
 
Waking up, he groaned when he heard the others voice gently stirring him from his slumber. Truth be told, when his stomach was full Elijah always slept like a baby, as if he were in a food coma. He didn’t wake to his belly ache, the way it made quiet little noises through the night. Elijah reluctantly opened his eyes, relieved to see his middle had returned to its usual softness now that the food had been digested, added onto his frame as soft fat.

“French toast sounds nice.” He smiled, always picking the sweeter options it seemed, even at breakfast. “How about you, you comfy?” Elijah chuckled, gently running his hands through the others hair. “You don’t have work today, do you?” He questioned, Elijah had agreed to take the day off a few days back, and so perhaps some relaxation was needed after the hectic way his work had been these few weeks.

That was when, an idea sprung to mind, if the pair had no work to do today, perhaps they could spend a little more time discussing their new…step in lifestyle. Maybe whilst even enjoying a few snacks.
 
"Of course I always sleep better on your tummy" He straightened up he loved hearing the digestive sounds, the groans the protest, he loved all of it. He grabbed his diary on the other side and it was blank only the normal usual orders. "Just the regulars this morning but I did majority of that last night they're sitting waiting on the counter long as I'm around for that to give them to the usual 5 then I should be yours." he nodded at the French toast. "I can do that." He lounged on his partner's belly some more as he looked at Elijah.

"Truth be told I enjoy feeding you. I will be amazed how much you can actually take in. What did you have in mind you wanted to do?" He asked whilst he waited for his boyfriend to answer he disappeared, of course it wouldn't be just the slice that Elijah wouldn't just be expecting it was several that could feed an entire family. Of course Elijah's beverage of choice. When he went in he sat beside his partner.

"Did you have anything in mind you particularly wanted to do?" He asked. "Made the French toast just the way you like it of course plenty of it." He then placed the plate beside Elijah so it was easy to reach. "I would like to at some point test how much you could actually eat." He sat beside Elijah and began the process of putting the toast to Elijah's mouth. It strangely didn't feel wrong forcing Elijah to eat this much it felt nice.
 
“Oh okay, that’s doesnt sound too bad I suppose.” Elijah answered to the other’s smaller workload today. “Anything I can do to help? I know I’m no chef, but perhaps I could help with delivery, packing y’know, that stuff.” He watched the other leave, thinking over his question. A day of talking and maybe experimenting with this whole thing, Elijah reminded himself. It was what they needed, a way to establish boundaries properly and quickly.

When the other returned, he felt a pang of hunger wash over him as his stomach grumbled, leaving a slight blush on his cheeks. “That looks great.” Elijah happily hummed “Thanks.” He eyed the toast with that same beaming grin, drenched in syrup, powered sugar, fresh berries. It looked amazing. He quickly started to dig in, taking large bites of the toast the other was feeding him, bite after bite until it was gone and he was left waiting for more.

“I..” He paused, taking a bite and swallowing “I was thinking, maybe we could talk about this thing. Just to,” Another bite “Set up boundaries, and maybe even…experiment a bit with this. I know it’s date night, perhaps we could have a night in?”
 
"Of course hun. What boundaries would you like?" He asked he sat crossed legged as he stretched his arm. "You always been a great help with the customers they simply loved you. Even if it's ensuring that they get their order, most customers have already paid for it so it's literally just handing it over. " He smiled he always was a good man at listening to Elijah. He might be taken a step back by this new experience but he didn't want Elijah to be at a discomfort.

"A night in? that sounds like a great idea. I can't remember when we did that last problem is with us is that we get recognised in public so a quiet night in sounds good." He laid on the bed as he watched the other began to eat the toast. "I wouldn't expect you to eat all the time if that's what your worried about. We'd take it in stride and be sensible about it. The last thing I want to do is make you at a discomfort, I want you to enjoy it also."

"But talking about it is definitely seems to be a wise choice."
 
“I suppose…just if I want to lose the weight, you have to promise me you’ll still love me. I don’t think I will, it’s just something I need to know for sure. And, anything in public has to be very careful. You know what the press are like these days, they catch us doing anything like…this,” He said, gesturing to the other feeding him “They might assume something. I’m open to the idea, we just need to be careful. For your career and mine. Other than that, I’m prepared to start gaining weight.”

Elijah leant down, grabbing another piece of the french toast and taking a big bite, beaming as the taste hit his tongue “Your cooking never stops surprising me. It’s always so good..” He practically moaned. “Tonight we could just sit and relax. If you want we can just order food so you don’t have to work as hard, or I can help you as best I can. I know I’m the world’s worst chef but if you tell me what to do I’m sure I’ll be great.”
 
"Darling, of course that's fine with me. I loved you when you were skinny, I'm not going to dump you or move on to the next fat guy because you listened to what felt comfortable to you. And I have already taken that into consideration most of 'this' would be at home since the paparazzi would have a field day if they saw this and no doubt will scowl at me for fattening you up." He chuckled lightly, more awkwardly then anything else.

"If it reassures you, I'm nervous about this too I never did anything like this before. It will be new but I would like to test your stomach limit so it can be avoiding of how uncomfortable it is for you. We can do that tonight if you'd like? then we can rest it off." He rubbed the firmest of it. "I just love it, I can't explain it, jus so dam cute and attractive as hell." He forced a few more toast into his mouth seeing the adorable cheeks puff up with food like a chipmunk.

The belly was already starting to groan and topping it off with a glass of milk to give a different taste so it wouldn't be boring for Elijah. He patted the belly as he allowed the other to simply swallow he dared to hold it up adjusting the flow so it didn't come at once. He saw the neck, swallow it. "That's a good boy." Allowing Elijah getting used to being funnel fed. "Trust me I have thought about everything and would love to see how big you get but know that you can bottle out at any time and I will still be here."

"I was thinking about ordering in, I just felt like ordering a lot of food allowing you just a chance to snack during the entire event and resting on your belly quite frankly I never felt this exhausted."
 
“Trying this thing out tonight sounds good.” He replied, sitting up, gut straining against the fabric of his shirt. “Just to…test the water I suppose. But I mean it, if you like it, I’m willing to do it for you.” Elijah found he wasn’t given much of a chance to speak after that, pieces of toast crammed into his mouth, cheeks puffing up, nice and full with food. He slowly swallowed, letting out a sigh when he finally did, practically feeling all that food resting in his stomach.

He rested back against the pillows after that, hands sat alongside his gut as Casper started gently letting him drink from a glass of milk. It was refreshing to finally get a drink after all that food, keeping him docile and relaxed. The writer couldn’t help but blush and smile at the praising and Casper’s words. How big he could get? Even Elijah found himself wondering.

“Ordering in sounds good.” Elijah smiled, finishing everything with a hefty groan. “No…no more. I’m stuffed.”
 
Casper waited allowing him to fulfil the entire mouthful to be gone. "We'd take it easy one step at the time and I will promise to look after you." Casper leaned in to kiss the male passionately on the lips. He laid with Elijah his head on the profound belly that was stuffed again. He could hear the noises of his stomach. "Well we'd have more privacy that way. I'll get some work stuff done in the morning and then I'm all yours. The ladies normally come in the same time as they know I shut today so perfect timing." Casper wondered deeply how big Elijah would actually get how comfortable and how long.

"We could research into making special weight gaining shakes and see how you get on with that. You seem to gained quicker on your own efforts, I'll be intrigued to find out how much you will gain intentionally." Casper wondered briefly. He then brushed his fingers against Elijah's stomach. "We can look into different methods that suit you." He loved resting his head against Elijah's stomach, it was round and clearly stuffed. He made sure that Elijah finished the remaining was done he saw a little bit was left. "Open wide sweetie." He then poured the last remaining bit the belly coughed a little in the making of being over stuffed.

"We can try different paces. I know you get some what greedy during the dead line. try leaning sideways it might relieve some of the pressure on your belly. "Might even make a comfy pillow."
 
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