It’s been long-distance between us for a while because of my work. We've kept in touch through endless calls and texts, but out of nowhere, you drop a bombshell: you’ve been gaining weight. At first, I’m hit with this rush of mixed emotions—shock, frustration, and maybe even betrayal. I’m a runner, a health nut, after all, and you were supposed to be one too. How could you let this happen without telling me sooner?

I try to keep my cool, but as we keep talking, something inside me starts to shift. You tease me about how soft you've gotten—send pictures of your thick thighs and that round, plush belly spilling over your waistband. I want to be mad. Really, I do. But the images won’t leave my mind. The curve of your hips, the softness in your face… The way your body looks so indulgently comfortable, like you’ve given in completely to every craving. How everything wobbles endlessly with every motion.

I tell myself it’s just curiosity, or maybe even concern. But the truth? I can’t stop thinking about it. What it’s going to feel like to have you pressed against me, heavier, softer—your belly resting between us as I pull you close. The way your body must move now, slower, more deliberate. And the way your clothes probably cling too tight, unable to keep up with your growing curves.

Each day, I feel myself slipping further into this obsession. What started as frustration has turned into something so much hotter. I imagine how your weight will press into me when we’re finally together—how I’ll feel every inch of that soft, greedy belly as it spreads against my hands. The thought of you giving in even more, indulging without hesitation, makes my heart race more than any run ever could.

I hate admitting it, but I’m hooked. Every teasing message, every picture you send, pulls me deeper. What began as annoyance has transformed into something far more intense—something I can’t resist any more than you can resist your cravings. And the truth is... I don't want to resist it. Not anymore.

All I know is that I can’t wait to hold you. Softer, heavier... and maybe I want you to grow even more