Kinktober 2022 #7: Bratty/Spoiled Feedee

When Finn woke up, the first thing he did was check for texts from his girlfriend, Carmen. She’d sent him one in the middle of the night which read, simply, “Starbucks and blueberry pancakes.”

Finn knew better than to keep her waiting. He got out of their bed and quietly threw on some close. Carmen was still asleep, sprawled out in their huge bed with a pink sleeping mask over her eyes. This was how their mornings usually went: Carmen would send him her breakfast requests when she woke up in the middle of the night with a craving, expecting to have whatever it was she asked for ready to eat when she awoke. His eyes lingered over her as she slept, finding it incredible how huge she looked. Her belly rose high in the air beneath the blankets. Her pudgy face looked perfectly soft.

Finn rushed to Carmen’s favorite Starbucks (because of course she had a favorite, which she swore made better drinks than any of the other Starbucks, even though it was the furthest away from their apartment). He ordered her usual, a white chocolate mocha with caramel drizzle and a pumpkin cream cheese muffin. Then, he headed home to start making her pancakes.

He could hear her snoring in the bedroom when he walked in, which made him smile. There was something cute about her patent refusal to roll out of bed before 10am. He set her drink on her bedside table so it would be within reach as soon as she woke up, then went to the kitchen to start making her pancakes.

She woke up when he was about halfway through the batch. She wandered into the kitchen, bleary-eyed and wrapped in her favorite cozy robe, which Finn noted wasn’t fitting her all that well. Her upper arms had started testing the integrity of the sleeves, and he guessed it would only take another month before she couldn’t tie it closed in front of her. He’d have to see about buying her a new one. She was holding her coffee cup with both hands and sipping on it as she came closer to him.

“Baby, that smells so good,” she sighed. She immediately reached for one of the cooked pancakes Finn had stacked up a plate and munched on it happily. Once, he might’ve shooed her away, telling her she needed to wait until he’d finished making the batch. Now, he knew that the pouting that would ensue wasn’t worth it.

Not too long after, Finn served Carmen the full batch of pancakes along with sides of cheesy eggs, crisp bacon, and sausage. She sat at the dining table, giving a little wiggle of joy as she took her first syrupy bite.

This was the way most of their mornings went. And, as Finn put on a pot of coffee for himself, he reflected that this was everything he could’ve hoped for.

They’d been together for years, since high school when Carmen had barely even qualified as chubby and Finn (baby FA that he was at the time) thought the way her barely-there love handles spilled over her tight jeans was the most stunning thing he’d ever seen. It took some time, but they both eventually figured out that they wanted the same thing: for Carmen to get absolutely huge.

Finn was all too happy to spoil her. And over time, she grew to expect more and more. At, first, it was little things: expecting Finn to make her breakfast in the mornings after they moved in together so she could sleep in, and him taking care of the grocery shopping to make sure their kitchen was stocked with all her favorite treats. Even that much left her plush and soft, doughy belly and love handles expanding month by month. At the same time, she got greedier, too, and more comfortable making greater demands.

Fancy coffees, heavy lunches, lavish dinners, pretty clothes that could stretch over her growing flab – all of it became a matter of course, the bare expectation Carmen had for her life. Did Finn feel the pressure? Certainly. Even keeping the kitchen stocked as Carmen’s appetite grew more insatiable stressed their bank accounts. Finn took it as a pleasant challenge, knowing that every extra bit of pampering would add extra pounds to her frame.

So here she was, stuffing her face with homemade blueberry pancakes drowned in butter and her favorite fancy blueberry syrup, bigger than either of them had ever truly thought she could get. Even the wider chairs they’d bought for their little dining table to make her more comfortable seemed small when she was sitting in them. Every part of her was rounded, pushing outward, always taking up more space.

He poured himself a cup of coffee and watched her with a smile as he stirred a little cream and sugar into it, wondering what she’d ask for next.