wataemelon

Contains: 2nd person male POV, weight gain, immobility, minor gas, nudity, depictions of sexual acts. If these topics make you uncomfortable then I suggest clicking off this story. ___________________________________________________________________________________ Note, before the story: Thank you all so much for the attention my last story received. I know 470-ish views isn't a lot but it's way more than I imagined for something I made during a sudden rush of inspiration. This story is another one of those btw so don't be surprised if this experiences any further editing post-submission. ___________________________________________________________________________________ You don’t know how it managed to get to this point. No one did. It was supposed to only be a one-time thing. One day, as you were walking home from your daily trip to the gym, a boba shop caught your sight. Curious, you decided to walk inside, have a look at the place and maybe even place an order there. After all

When you told people your boyfriend liked to stay at home - they understood - but not for the reason you wanted them to. "Oh, he's an introvert?" They'd always ask that. No, your husband was quite social - or he used to be. Before he met you and realized all he needed was you and your care, sure. He'd go out to parties when he got home from work, but that didn't last long. No, you weren't having that. It didn't help much that your boyfriend was one of the most famous warriors in your town either, as people always wanted to meet him, inquiring why he didn't work anymore, all of that stuff. You would never tell them the truth - the truth of what you've done to him. What you've turned him into. Well, admittedly, he was at fault, too, right? You didn't shovel food into his mouth - or force him to eat all those greasy burgers - he just did. He knew what he liked, and you were more than happy to supply it. It didn't take long for those burgers to start to take a toll on his figure

“But Des, it’s just five dollars…” Desmond just flipped a lock of long dark hair out of his face in a haughty huff. “You see, Clark, it’s the principle of the matter; why pay five bucks if I can use my ninja-like sneakiness and see the show totally free?” “And if you get caught? What then?” “Then fair’s fair and I pay for a ticket. No sweat; I’ve talked my way out of worse.” “Like that time you got caught breaking into the storage room at the Debu City natural history museum to see if they were hiding alien artifacts and they were totally gonna send you to jail but you jumped through a window and bumped your arm and cried so they just let you go?” “Exactly. I still think they’re hiding something in there…” “God, you’re such a punk.” “And don’t you forget it.” Desmond winked, elbowing his friend in the side. The ticket seller beckoned the couple in front of him forward, breaking into an animated spiel about “the most fantastic, spellbinding, breathtaking show on earth.” “That’s