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It had been a couple months since Kelsey opened up about being turned on by bigger guys, and things had ramped up since that first night getting paw-fed takeout. For one, I measured my weight every morning now, giddily hoping for the number on the scale to go up instead of down. When I mounted the scale and it showed 260, Kelsey hugged me tight from behind and told me how proud he was. I could feel his rock hard erection through his underwear pressing up against my plush butt.

My first year living with him I had put on about 30 pounds, but in just the last two months I’d put on another 30. It was a great start, and I was lightheaded with happiness. I never knew I could live so free like this and not only be tolerated, not only be loved, but be adored! Be encouraged! Be an object of intense arousal!

Fuck yes.

“Babe, you’re doing so well!” he said.

“Still not too big for you?”

Kelsey straight-up burst out laughing.

“Not even remotely. You still fit that shirt, that’s no good!”

I turned around. “Hey, it doesn’t quite cover my whole belly actually, look.”

“Pshh, come on. It covers ninety-nine percent.”

I lifted my arms above my head. “How about now?”

Kelsey grabbed the bottom of my now well-exposed tum with both paws. “Now it looks perfect.”

My thick tail wagged behind me as the snep kneaded my fat, wearing wide, sparkling eyes.

“Oh, I see. You don’t want me to go up another size, you want me to wear worse fitting tops so you can paw at your boyfriend’s fat whenever you like?”

“Exactly!” Not a hint of shame. I loved it. I loved him. I could barely believe my luck.

I kissed him and kissed him, dragged him to our bed and kissed him some more until we both knew it was time to get up and actually do something. Still, he lazed around and squeezed every part of me as I finally put on some pants, socks and a belt. I watched him dress in turn.

Kelsey made sure I had as much to eat as I wanted by constantly stocking up on snacks and frequently making or ordering large, delicious meals. The side effect of this was that, even with Kelsey’s significantly faster metabolism, his figure was filling out too. His butt looked better than ever in pants that now only just fit, and his shirts were getting a little tighter every week.

Today, his tee pinched enough at the shoulders that he at last had to admit it. “Babe, I think your snep’s getting a little doughy too.”

“Psssh, you’re barely pushing 200. Those are rookie numbers.”

Kelsey laughed, then purred. “Are you saying you want a big round kitty of your own too?”

I leaned in and kissed his nose. “You’d make a sexy fat cat for sure, but you should do what you wanna do with your body honey.”

“Oh, I see what this is. You’re claiming moral superiority over me.”

I chuckled. “Whatever could you mean?”

“I can barely stop myself from stuffing your face twenty-four seven! I love my chubby otter and I love it when he gets bigger and I keep daydreaming about how fat you’re gonna get. So yeah, now that you’ve admitted you like it when I feed you, and that you like gaining weight, I’m pretty happy to do what I want with your body.” He laughed.

“Honey, you got so excited saying all that, that your tee’s ridden halfway up your tummy. Fatty.”

“Hey!” His tail swooshed and he hissed, but couldn’t keep up the act. His scowl floated up into a toothy grin. “Alright that’s it, I’m gonna get bigger than you and make fun of you for how small you are.”

“God, you’re so fucking hot.”

“That’s it. The plan’s in motion. I’m gonna go make, like, four grilled cheeses.”

“Oh, aren’t you making any for yourself?"

His jaw hung open and he shook his head in mock outrage, but I could see the smile in his eyes. The way they flitted to and from me like a bashful kit let me know everything I needed to.

“Fuck, now I really just wanna make you four grilled cheeses.”

In the end I wasn’t quite capable of devouring four, but with Kelsey’s encouragement I was able to make it through three, and I was glad that he had one of his own to chow down on. Kelsey made me feel like a prince. I could barely stop smiling whenever we spent time together.

Over the last couple of months I’d become more and more sure that Kelsey wasn’t just a great boyfriend, but my soulmate. And it wasn’t just because he loved to cook delicious food and feed it to me every day, or that he’d worship my body afterwards, his paws all over my belly–of course–but not just there. He’d caress and rub and grab and squeeze my thighs, my moobs and fatpad. He’d kiss all over my face and body until I was rock hard then wrap his tongue around my cock, cup by balls and suck me off until I was drained. He loved to bottom too, to feel my weight on his back while I’d rut him, fierce, make him mine. And he enjoyed topping just as much, sliding his spined kitty-dick between my big, bouncy buttcheeks. It was all of that, yes, but it was more besides.

He was sweet and kindhearted, not only supporting but enthusiastic of me and my desires, as well as my body. He was organized, encouraging and funny. He made my insecurities fall away with his calming presence, his simple wisdom. In a tough world full of terrible ideas and people, he was a bright spot illuminating my life. I loved him dearly. I knew I had to propose. I had a fun idea for how to do it, too.

That afternoon he had plans with a friend to go see a horror movie. Scary movies aren’t really my thing, so I passed on tagging a long. That gave me time to prepare everything for the proposal. My anxieties built throughout the day. I was pretty sure he’d say yes–we’d had low key conversations about wanting to get married before, I’d even casually floated the idea of proposing to him at some point in the future and he had gotten all smiley and giggly–but, still, what if everything went wrong? That self-hating, self-conscious voice of societal judgment rang through my head: What if he only likes you because of his fetish? What if you don’t get fat enough and he leaves, or if you have a limit that he doesn’t like? What if he likes the way you look in private, but the idea of committing his life to a lardass in public disgusts him?

I did my best to push such thoughts aside. It was too late anyway, the ring was in place, the plans in motion. I met Kelsey downtown after the movie as we’d planned, and took him to dinner at his favourite place: this little family-owned Thai joint with the most delicious curries.

“You’ve treated me to so much takeout lately, I thought it was time I returned the favour.”

He excitedly told me all about the movie as we ate, gesturing vividly to explain the gory action on-screen. It was fun to watch him like this, and hearing horror plots out of context always made them easier to digest for me, so I followed and nodded enthusiastically, asked all the right questions as my nerves dimmed in the utter normality of our conversation. He was so engrossed in his story, and so happy to be at his favourite restaurant that he barely encouraged me to order any extra food to gain weight off of, focusing instead on his own selections. I enjoyed watching him devour his meal, the act of eating with my partner having become, in the last couple months, something with the tantalising edge of the erotic. It was only when I declined to look at the dessert menu that he realized.

“Whaaat? No. We can totally fit in something sweet, right?” He was grinning wide, showing his teeth, spotty gray ears perked up.

I wagged a finger at him. “I’m not saying I don’t have room, I’m saying I’ve already got something for us at home.”

He pounced on the opportunity, those primal feline instincts kicking in. “Why not two desserts?”

I leant across the table and whispered. “I bought us a whole-ass cake. I want you to feed me as much of it as you can.”

He purred, grinned wide. It was all he needed to hear. “Let’s go.”

The cake was a large, classic sponge, drowned in icing. It was custom too, I had got it iced with a cute little otter and snow leopard figure holding paws in the middle and with the message: To Kelsey on a Very Special Day xoxo

“Very special day?” he asked, when the cake had been revealed.

The nerves were coming back, but I powered through.

“The first time you get to feed your chubby otter a huge cake. I thought that should qualify.”

He laughed. “You’re so goofy sometimes. And sexy as fuck.”

“I know. You love it.”

“I do.”

I fetched a knife. “But Kelsey, this quarter here.” I gestured at the section with his name written on it in icing. “That’s all for you.”

“But what if you still have room for it, big guy?”

My wide tail swayed behind me and I winked at him.

“I want to feed it to you.”

He stammered and rubbed the back of his neck. “So… you do want a big round kitty after all?”

“Would you like that?”

“Tell me what you want.”

“You look sexy now, and if you were bigger I’d-”

“Just be honest babe, I want to know. I’ve been thinking about it since this morning, actually.” He let out an uncharacteristically nervous giggle. I put down the knife and wrapped my arms around him. “I can take it either way, I won’t be offended if you prefer me like this, or if you’d prefer me to gain. I just want to know the truth.”

It felt like a trick question, but one posed out of uncertainty, not cruelty. It reminded me of myself a couple months ago, when his words were a balm to me

“The honest truth is this: you’re the love of my life.” He let out a happy little meow. “And I think you’re super sexy. And no matter what you look like that will be true, but, if I could pick… I think it would be really hot if you gained some extra weight alongside me.”

He purred, wrapped his arms around me, and kissed my cheek.

“God, you’ve got me dripping,” he said. I could feel his hardness rub against my leg even through our pants.

“You liked that answer, huh?”

He nodded a whole bunch and watched as I cut the cake, carefully leaving his quarter alone as I cut the remainder into six great, big slices. I placed them onto a large plate, and slid it along the counter towards Kelsey.

“I’m gonna get out of these tight clothes,” I said.

“Busting out all the treats for me tonight aren’t you?”

His favorite thing lately was to feed me while I was naked.

“Those clothes of yours seem pretty tight too, darling. Why not slip out of them?”

He nodded even more. My belly rumbled, despite having had a full meal under an hour ago. Fuck, this was gonna be good. I felt giddy inside. All that fear about proposing faded, it wouldn’t be long now, and Kelsey was going to love it. Stripping in the living room I found myself leaking too, dripping pre onto the carpet paws-free as the thought of fattening up my kitty and putting a ring on him made me happier and hornier than I’d ever been.