A Rounding Love Triangle

This was a commissioned piece that was actually the first commission I ever sort of struggled to write lol. The commissioner was so sweet and really specific with the storyline he was looking for, and as someone who (unfortunately) knows the situation all too well, it was definitely kinda hard to write a story where the cheater is the good guy😭 That being said, I like the way the story turned out! I think if it were a personal piece vs a commission for a reader with a set word count I may have gone into more depth about the internal struggle of the whole affair, but if you've been following me for any amount of time you know I'm easily distracted and will write like 3 full pages with no WG content just so my characters are emotionally well rounded, so maybe that was for the best lmao. I really hope you enjoy!

“Baby, where are you going?” Connor mumbled hazily, only partially awoken by Ashley's departure from the warmth of their shared bed. 

“Nowhere,” Ashley whispered back more sharply, softening her tone in guilt the moment the words left her lips. “Nowhere,” she repeated more agreeably. “Just go back to bed.”

Connor murmured a response likely unintelligible even to him and was asleep again in seconds, Ashley already sighing as his snoring resumed. She padded quietly to the kitchen on socked feet, holding her breath as she left the room in an effort to leave Connor’s sleep, and her midnight snack, uninterrupted. Ashley reached the fridge and immediately pulled open the freezer, already well aware of exactly what little treat would quell her hunger in the moment. She grabbed the almost painfully cold gallon-sized bucket of vanilla ice cream, only partially full from her last bout of cravings only a few days ago, and set it on the counter to melt enough for the spoon she was rooting out of their silverware drawer. 

She made an attempt to dig into the frozen treat and frowned as her spoon struggled to pierce the impenetrable hard surface, already knowing that her premature attempt at consumption was due to her impatience. She’d been more and more hungry recently, instability so, and it was beginning to impact not just her sleeping schedule. She’d blimped out in the last month, piling on weight so much more quickly than she had the duration of her relationship, and Connor was in heaven. She couldn't stop herself from devouring anything he put in front of her and asking for seconds, but while Connor was convinced that Ashley's new appetite was born of comfortability with him and their relationship, in all actuality, Ashley wasn't exactly sure where this new torrent of greed stemmed from. 

It certainly wasn't from any satisfaction she had about the life she and Connor had built, and it certainly wasn't from any excitement she had about the two of them sharing a future together. She’d always loved Connor, always been excited to grow into the kind of girl that he most preferred, but lately it felt like every element of their relationship was falling flat, like every movement they spent together was simply a repetition of a previous one. She had no idea how to broach this topic with him, and the stress of attempting to discover where exactly the lost spark had gone was making Ashley turn to food like never before. 

She sighed, unwilling to interrupt her nightly second dessert with thoughts that she found so largely unpleasant. She couldn't possibly break up with Connor, she was well aware of that. After piling on so much weight that she’d been mistaken for pregnant on multiple occasions, who else but Connor, with his very particular proclivities, would be interested in her? Unlike the vast majority of girls on her college campus, Ashley had absolutely no concern with the gym, her weight, or fitting into the tiny, revealing outfits that her peers seemed to favor. Connor was the only boy she knew who preferred a bulging belly over tight abs, and after what she’d become, he was her only option for romance. 

It wasn't that Ashley was terrified of being alone, not under regular circumstances, but more so that she feared being alone at her new size, feared what it would mean for her future. Connor wasn't the only one who could technically be blamed for the amount of weight that Ashley had gained, but regardless, she’d gained it, and she was bigger than she’d ever been. Her appetite was growing and her greed right alongside it. She was able to put away more and more food, and as her capacity expanded, so did her body. Waddling around with her ever-growing gut bouncing with each step served as a constant reminder of what she’d done to herself, and the belief that only Connor would love her new body, that she had no hope of romance outside of his doting gaze, was driving Ashley to eat more and more, frustrations and confusion building within her. 

She made another attempt at the ice cream, pleased to find it slightly less rock solid, and took an enormous scoop, instantly giving herself a miniature bout of brain freeze as she took on the oversized bite. She dug out another, and another, hunting for the large chunks of cookie dough and chocolate chips buried within the frozen vanilla as if on a treasure hunt. 

When she ate like this it finally allowed her to let go of her worries, her only thought cramming down more, and it had clearly led to a recent explosion in her gain. Connor hadn't noticed the true cause behind her sudden increase in pigouts, but he was enjoying every bit of the product. None of her clothes were fitting anymore and she’d actually been forced to buy a few larger sizes after some embarrassing incidents across campus. She’d burst her pants during a lecture, popped open the button of a particularly tight top at the dining hall, and bent over and split a pair of leggings right up the middle in the center of the quad, that incident in particular one that she still had yet to live down. Everyone on campus saw her as a fat girl, rightfully so, and as her reputation for porky greed solidified more and more, she felt more and more confined to the relationship that had been the catalyst for her weight gain in the first place. 

She felt trapped. If she was Connor's dream girl, that meant she had to be with him. Right? 

She took down another giant scoop of the ice cream, feeling conflicted and exhausted, and pushed her chair back from the table, the lard coating her body jiggling incessantly at her sudden and abrupt movements. She flung open the door of their overstuffed snack pantry and grabbed a family size bag of lays, tearing it open and crushing the chips as she poured them over the still frozen gallon of ice cream she was working her way through.

Finally satisfied with the amount of calories she was putting away, Ashley sat back down and attacked the now salty treat with a vengeance, the melting of the ice cream easing her task and allowing her to take down bigger and bigger bites. By the time she neared the end of the container, a container that had been more than half full when she’d begun, her face was coated in melting ice cream and soggy chip crumbs and she was groaning lightly, making every attempt to be as quiet as she could in an effort not to wake Connor. 

Early in their relationship she would've never let Connor sleep through a stuffing like this, knowing just how enamored he would be by her complete disregard for health and nutrition in this gluttonous moment, but now, things had changed. She preferred to stuff herself silly on her own time, and was eating less and less in front of Connor these days. That also meant she was eating more and more when she was away from him, and her secret stuffings, much like that night’s, were starting to get out of hand. 

She groaned again, resting a hand on the swelling crest of her oversized gut, and let out a burp, eyes widening as she hoped Connor wouldn't hear. He was generally a very heavy sleeper but seemed to have a sixth sense for her fullness, and she would much prefer to finish her ice cream and return to bed without the interruption of his prying eyes and cloying smile.

She grabbed the gallon tub of now melted ice cream and lifted it towards her mouth, chugging the rich, sickly sweet liquid and chewing every so often as she ran into a chunk of cookie dough she’d missed. She grunted as she made an attempt to breathe through her nose and keep chugging, the ice cream running in rivulets down both sides of her mouth. Despite the way the sugary, sticky cream was coating her face and beginning to work its way down her body and make a mess, she continued to swallow, feeling the skin on her overstuffed gut tightening and beginning to itch with overfullness. She gave her gut a rub with her free hand, hoping to alleviate some of the pressure so she could take down even more, and gasped as she gulped the last few mouthfuls, unsuccessfully stifling another long burp. 

Ice cream had run down her face and onto her rounded heavy tits and from there dripped and oozed its way onto her ball of a belly, coating the portly beauty in ice cream and emphasizing the fatty, swollen mess she’d become. She looked down, frowning when she realized how much of her cleavage was coated in the melted remnants of her most recent stuffing, and dipped a finger in the ice cream coating her chest, sticking it in her mouth and sucking it clean without a second thought. She burped again, feeling too full to stand, and sighed. All this eating was clearly a product of her repression surrounding her conflicting feelings about her relationship, and if she didn't get things together with Connor soon, she’d be struggling to fit through doorways. 

“Martha, Martha,” Caity reassured into the phone, already standing and grabbing her coat as she attempted to console the fretting girl on the other line. “Martha, it's not deleted, I promise. No, no it's in the cloud. It's there, you didn't delete the master file. Yes, I'm-, yes. I’ll be there in like, 10 minutes, don't touch anything.”

“What's going-” Ashley began, staring at Caity from the couch they'd both been cozied into moments before. 

“Group project,” Caity answered distractedly before the question was fully posed, stumbling a bit as she tried to put on her shoes. “The girl I've been working with thinks she accidentally wiped our file. I think it should be fine but I really gotta check it out, sorry to ditch you.”

“But we were supposed to watch movies,” Ashley whined playfully, knowing full well that their education came first. 

“I’ll be back,” Caity promised in singsong. “Just stay here, ok? Have some more snacks but do NOT start the next episode of Player’s Bounty without me, I'm so serious.”

Ashley laughed, reaching for another handful of chips the two plump girls had been scarfing down, and Caity dashed out the front door. 

“Oh, Ryan will be back soon!” Caity called over her shoulder. “I think he’s bringing dinner.”

Ashley blushed, suddenly shy at the thought of spending time with Caity’s boyfriend while she wasn't there, but Caity had already shut the door, leaving Ashley alone in the apartment she and Ryan shared. Caity and Ryan had been dating for far less time than she and Connor had, and she was still getting used to the magnetic, almost electric sensation of his presence, the confusing energy and allure between the two of them something she refused to reflect on considering the implications. She loved Caity, Caity was one of her closest friends, and the way that Ashley felt when Ryan was in the room was a topic she’d never broach with her bestie, no Ryaner how intense it became. 

She crammed in another handful of chips, her overeating now born of nerves instead of gluttony, then stood decidedly, wiping her hands on the sides of her stretched-out leggings. She needed to leave. She would lock up behind herself and tell Caity she had homework she'd forgotten about, whatever it took to avoid a one-on-one hangout with Ryan. She turned towards the door just as it swung open, a semi-surprised grin crossing Ryan's face to see her standing there. 

The two of them stared at each other, Ryan grinning lightly while Ashley stood as if at gunpoint, her eyes wide and a look very closely resembling terror plastered to her face. 

“Where’s Caity?” he finally asked, his grin morphing into a bit of a lopsided smirk that made Ashley feel weak in the knees. 

“Homework,” Ashley blurted, attempting to suck in once she realized her gut was bulging over the struggling waistband of her legwear.

Ryan raised an eyebrow at the nonsensical answer.

“I mean, I have to do homework,” Ashley corrected in a rush. “And Caity, Caity will be back, so I’m gonna…”

She trailed off, feeling Ryan's eyes on her body as she studied her feet. 

“You’re leaving?” Ryan confirmed. “But I brought dinner,” he said, holding up two bags already soaking through with grease. “Don’t you love burgers?”

“Um…” Ashley began trepidatiously, still avoiding eye contact with both Ryan and the tempting meals he’d arrived with. “No?” she finally answered untruthfully, her voice rife with enough uncertainty to make Ryan laugh aloud. 

“Yes you do,” he corrected, gesturing back at the couch. “Sit. I'll bring you one.”

Ashley sat as instructed, feeling a sense of foreboding that she couldn't quite place, and Connor opened one of the bags and handed her a paper wrapped cheeseburger, giving her that same coy, lopsided grin as he placed it in her open hands. 

“Ryan, I'm not really hungry,” Ashley began, but he cut her off with a raised hand. 

“Ashley, c’mon. You don't have to act like that in front of me. Look at you,” he said, indicating to the way her belly was pushing into her lap. “You’re clearly always hungry.”

Ashley blushed and unwrapped the burger, eager to distract her hands with something to do. 

“See?” Ryan laughed. “I knew you wanted it.”

Ashley blinked and took a bite, reveling in the salty grease despite the fact that she’d already put enough away that day for two average women, and devoured the burger in a matter of moments, her hunger overtaking her as her sensibilities left her. 

“You want more?” Ryan offered, sitting next to her on the couch and tilting the bag towards her.

Ashley paused, shook her head no, and grabbed another burger anyway, unwrapping it and diving in as quickly as she could. She couldn't believe herself, couldn't believe she was gorging herself in front of Ryan, and felt an odd, indescribable lightness, as if she were free from the burdens that had been holding her back since she first realized that her relationship with Connor was leaving much to be desired. She knew that Ryan and Connor had similar interests, that they both preferred their woman very well-fed, but she had no idea that the burgeoning feelings she was fighting for Ryan were actually feelings of attraction. 

He clearly felt them too, and as he continued to feed her the burgers he’d obviously purchased for and intended to feed to his own porky girlfriend, the look on his face was unmistakable. Ryan wanted her. 

Ashley, unsure how to address the quickly developing situation, simply continued to eat as if possessed, shoving her face messily with burger after burger while Ryan silently encouraged her, easing his hand slowly up her thigh and to her thickened waist. She moaned, both at his touch and at the taste of the feast she was quickly demolishing, and blushed a deeper crimson hue, mortified at her actions. 

What was she doing? She was with her best friend's boyfriend and she was allowing him to feed her, it was a betrayal to everyone in her life that she cared about. 

She took another enormous bite, Ryan's hands working their way higher and higher up her body, and gasped as he began to rub slow circles on her belly just like Connor would, his well-practiced hands easing the tightness of her bloat and making her feel faint. 

“Ryan…” she warned weakly, her voice trembling with uncertainty and desire.

“What?” he asked innocently, putting a hand on her chin and gently turning her face towards his.

He pressed his lips onto her grease-coated one and she threw both arms about his neck instantly, her willpower eroded entirely and her better judgment abandoned in every sense of the word. Their kiss deepened as she moaned into his mouth, contact with him everything she didn't realize she'd been desperately craving for much longer than she truly knew. Connor leaned back into the couch, pulling her atop him, and Ashley felt herself melting in his arms, felt as if she were where she was truly meant to be for the first time since she discovered she enjoyed being fed. 

Her top was removed before she realized what was happening, what she was actively and willingly participating in, but she couldn't stop herself, couldn’t control the overwhelming feelings she was having for Ryan. 

“Wait,” she attempted to whisper, but the sound came out as more of an exhale, a breathy exclamation of her own enjoyment. 

They found themselves in the bedroom before the two of them could take even a moment's pause to think, Ashley stripped of the remainder of her clothing in seconds and the two of them unable to keep away from each other for a singular instant more. It was perfection, everything that Ashley had hoped for, wanted, and been missing the past few months of dissatisfaction with Connor, but it didn't erase the magnitude of the mistake she’d just made. She slept with her best friend's boyfriend. 

Ashley spent the next two days wracked with guilt, uncertain how to proceed in remedying any of the horrible choices she’d made. She hadn’t spoken to either Ryan or Caity since that day, avoiding texts from Caity like the plague, but the bigger concern was Connor. Her stomach flipped every time he smiled at her, and the mounting pressure of keeping the terrible secret was beginning to drive her mad. She felt like she’d lost everything in one bad decision: her best friend, her relationships, and most importantly, her peace. Was sleeping with Ryan really worth everything that had been thrown into jeopardy because of it?

She sighed. It may have been one of the dumbest and most impulsive choices she’d ever made, but she couldn't truthfully say it wasn't worth it. Ryan was the most skillful and adept lover she could ever imagine, and she couldn't stop the daydreams of his strong hands gripping her fleshy body. 

She was standing in her walk-in closet, trying to piece together a workable outfit she could still fit into, when her phone buzzed. She reached for it, hoping it wasn't Caity trying to check on her again after her sudden unexpected departure a few days ago, but to her shock, it was Ryan. He was saved in her phone’s contacts because of Caity, but the two of them communicated so little that the appearance of his name on her notification screen was almost enough to make the phone slip from her grasp. 

‘We need to talk.’ the message read. ‘All of us. You, me, and Caity.’

Ashley felt her heart begin to thrum, anxiety already building in the back of her mind, when Connor unexpectedly set a hand on her shoulder, making her scream. 

“Sorry babe,” he apologized, putting both hands up. “I didn't mean to scare you, I just wanted to-”

“I can't do this anymore,” Ashley blurted. 

“What?” Connor asked incredulously.

“I can’t do this anymore,” Ashley repeated. “This. Between us. It's just not working, it's not what I want. I’m sorry.”

The shock of the words that had just left her mouth brought tears to her eyes, and she pushed past Connor and ran to the bathroom to be alone. She wasn't sure exactly what had just come over her, what about Ryan's message had made her dump Connor so unceremoniously like that, but she couldn't help it. She wiped her face, her tears already slowing. Something about this just felt right. 

Two weeks later Ashley and Caity both sat in Caity and Ryan's bedroom, both tied to identical chairs with their lips wrapped around matching funnels.

Caity was moaning and groaning with overfullness, her overstuffed belly protruding in front of her and her face, chest, and belly all coated in the heavy cream Ryan had just been funneling down her throat. It was Ashley's turn now, and she was gulping rhythmically as the caloric liquid filled her up, Ryan tilting the container to increase the rate of flow and make her take down the cream more quickly. Drips of cream began to roll down her chin as she took gulp after gulp, and Ryan was murmuring soft encouragements to her, his hands on her belly as he felt it expand beneath his grip. 

“I’m too full,” Ashley attempted to moan, but her words became unintelligible groaning as Ryan poured more and more cream down her funnel, leaving her in the same state he’d just left Caity. The decision that the three of them had made to embark on a relationship together was proving to be a wise one, and the three of them had been enjoying each other thoroughly for the last two weeks, eating, stuffing, and exploring one another as they realized the perfection of their new arrangement. 

“C’mon,” said Ryan, reaching for the next container of cream. “You can take more.”