Levy, a married man with an insatiable appetite for Indian food, sat at Isha's kitchen table with a contented smile on his face. He had just finished devouring a plate of homemade chicken tikka masala, served with warm naan bread and fluffy basmati rice. Isha stood across from him, admiring the way his stomach bulged over his unbuttoned pants.

'You know, Levy,' Isha said with a playful glint in her eye, 'you should really watch what you eat. You're starting to get quite the belly on you.'

Levy let out a loud burp and patted his round stomach with satisfaction. 'I can't help it,' he chuckled. 'Your cooking is just too good. I can't resist.'

Isha smiled, secretly pleased with Levy's growing size. She had always been attracted to larger men, and Levy's love for Indian food matched perfectly with her own passion for cooking. Ever since she had first met him at a local Indian restaurant, she knew that she wanted him for herself.

But Levy was married, and Isha knew she couldn't have him all to herself. So she settled for being his feeder, secretly trying to fatten him up so he would be too big to leave her.

Every week, Levy would come over to Isha's home for a 'home-cooked' meal, and Isha would stuff him with all kinds of rich, delicious food. And every time he left, his pants would be a little tighter and his belly a little fuller.

But as time went on, Isha's desires for Levy grew stronger. She started to make his portion sizes bigger, and the meals became more frequent. Levy didn't seem to mind, though. In fact, he seemed to love it. He relished in the feeling of his expanding belly and the pleasure that came with it.

One day, as they sat at the table after another hearty meal, Isha couldn't take it anymore. She confessed her love for him and her desire to keep him for herself. Levy was shocked but also secretly thrilled. He had always found Indian women to be the most beautiful and he couldn't resist Isha's charm.

Together, they continued on their journey of indulgence and love. Isha cooked for Levy day and night, and soon enough, he was too big to leave her. But he didn't mind. He was happily married to Isha, the woman who loved him for his appetite and his expanding belly. They may have started off as a simple feeder and feedee, but their love had turned into something much more. And they lived happily ever after in Isha's home, surrounded by the delicious scents of her Indian cooking.