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Jon had never been particularly interested in sex or related activities, finding them to be a waste of time that could be better spent doing something else. Not that he didn’t find it enjoyable, he’d certainly had his fair share of pleasurable experiences, mostly for the benefit of his partners, but he simply didn’t understand the need for it that some people seem to have.
That said, sitting shirtless in Martin’s lap while Elias puttered about the kitchen, he could see the appeal. He was quite enjoying being nestled up against Martin’s chest while he pressed soft kisses to his neck and shoulders and whispered loving praise in his ear. Martin’s broad hands traced up and down his sides, tracing the curves and lines of the little rolls of fat that Jon had recently acquired. He had plumped up quite a bit, being with the two of them, what with Elias’ love for cooking and Martin’s hearty appetite that made Jon feel like he didn’t have to hide his own. His belly sat warmly on his thighs, a pleasant sensation, but one he’d yet to get used to. When he had first gained the weight, his belly hadn’t taken up nearly so much of his lap.
He shouldn’t have been surprised when he found out about Elias’ little fetish. The signs had been everywhere: the way he always encouraged Jon and Martin to take second or sometimes third helpings of the meals he cooked, the way he eyed Jon’s slowly growing body almost hungrily, even more so than Martin’s, who had gained some weight as well but not nearly as much. When he brought up the idea of this “feeding session”, as he had called it, Jon made the connection almost instantly. This had prompted a short argument about whether Elias actually loved him or just his body, given the timing of their relationship, but Elias had been quick to assure him it was the former. The attraction had already been there, his weight just enhanced the physical aspect.
So Jon found himself sitting in Martin’s lap in Elias’ dining room, being adored while their boyfriend finished up preparing what he had promised would be “a feast for the senses”. It certainly smelled delicious; Jon’s mouth was watering before he even brought in the first dish.
Soon, the table was covered in plates and bowls piled high with the most decadent foods. Creamy pastas, juicy meats cooked to perfection, and drowning in butter and sauces, the spread included all of Jon’s favorite meals.
“I may have gone a bit overboard,” Elias said sheepishly as he set down the last plate. It held a pile of grilled cheese sandwiches, a bit simple for Elias’ taste but he knew how much Jon and Martin both loved them. “I don’t expect you to eat everything.”
Elias may not have expected it, but Jon Knew he’d been fantasizing about it while he cooked. The knowledge slipped into his mind and clicked into place, as obvious as the blush growing on Elias’ cheeks. Jon chose to ignore the accompanying image from Elias’ imagination of Jon sitting naked in his lap, nursing a bellyache, and surrounded by empty plates and platters while Elias got him off. That was just a bit too lewd for Jon’s current state of mind. Whatever happened later would happen, but right now he was just craving food, not touch.
Because Jon was genuinely hungry. He’d been eating like a bird all day in preparation for this, only eating enough to sate him without going overboard like he was recently known to do. He’d wanted to save room so he could eat as much as possible for Elias. And now it felt like he was practically starving.
“So,” he said hesitantly, “how is this supposed to work?”
“Just eat your fill, darling,” Elias smiled, gesturing to the table. “And don’t be shy; tonight is a night for indulgence. Have as much as you want.” He put a hand to Jon’s disappearing jawline and kissed him gently.
Jon, having been given permission, stood and began to fill a plate. He got more than he usually would, ignoring the trappings of respectability that insisted he get smaller portions. If tonight was a night for indulgence, he didn’t want to hold back. He was going to treat himself.
And treat himself he did. At some point, he lost count of how many times he’d refilled his plate, though it had to be at least five or six. The meal was amazing; he couldn’t help himself. The flavor was incredible and the food practically melted in his mouth. It wasn’t until he noticed how tightly his pants were digging into the soft flesh of his belly that he realized exactly how much he was eating.
He undid the fastenings on his pants to release the pressure and immediately reached to refill his plate again, wanting to eat as much as he could possibly handle for Elias. He wasn’t watching, but he Knew when he did that that Elias flushed a bright red. The man was really so endearing on the rare occasion that he got flustered.
Martin wasn’t nearly as invested in watching Jon eat, but even he was surprised by how much he was putting away. He had made it clear that he had no intention of participating, but he had wanted to be there to support Jon. Whatever Jon wanted to do, Martin almost always supported him wholeheartedly, so even though he wasn’t interested in this particular fetish, he was willing to supervise. Besides, he was always happy to love on Jon and make him feel good.
Eventually, Jon began to slow. He could feel the tightness in his belly moving from pleasant to uncomfortable and his jaw was starting to get sore from chewing. He pressed a hand to his firm upper belly in an attempt to assuage the discomfort and ended up dislodging an air bubble and belching loudly. Heat flooded his cheeks in embarrassment. He knew Elias liked it, but he was still very new to all this and was finding it hard to let go of his manners.
“Don’t be embarrassed, love,” Elias said, coming to stand behind Jon and placing a loving but possessive hand on his shoulder. He leaned down and whispered hotly in Jon’s ear, “You know I love seeing you like this. So big and full…” Jon heard just the slightest waver in his voice, the only evidence of exactly how turned on Elias was getting from this. He’d had enough time to tame the blush from earlier and had returned to his usual calm and collected affect.
The hand on Jon’s shoulder slid downwards and was joined by its partner in running long fingers over his sagging moobs and coming to rest on the crest of his belly. Elias’ breath was warm when he pressed soft kisses to Jon’s jaw. Jon shivered at his touch, tilting his head to give him better access to his neck, access which Elias gladly took advantage of, gently nipping at the delicate skin.
“Elias, could you do something for me?” Jon asked hesitantly. He still wasn’t entirely sure how this was supposed to work, but he followed his instinct and asked anyways.
“Of course, love. Anything.”
“Could you… help me finish my plate? I don’t know if I can do it myself.”
Elias flushed, again. Jon couldn’t help but smile at how adorable it was. “Y- yes,” he said, swallowing thickly.
He moved around to kneel before Jon and slowly brought the first forkful to his lips. It was obvious how he was trying to keep his hand from shaking. Jon opened his mouth and let Elias feed him, not breaking eye contact until the food hit his tongue, at which point he had to close his eyes and let out a soft moan. Somehow, the food tasted infinitely better this way.
Soon, the last plate was cleared and Jon was left panting and groaning in pain, fuller than he’d ever imagined possible. His stomach was warm and beyond firm to the touch, a stark contrast to the softness of the rest of his body. It sat heavy in his lap, gurgling loudly with the effort to digest everything he’d stuffed into it. He felt like he should be embarrassed by his state, but he was too distracted by the pain in his gut to care.
“Let’s get you to the couch,” Elias said, smiling softly and wiping the last bit of grease off Jon’s mouth with a napkin. He leaned in to kiss him gently before helping to pull Jon to his feet. It was obvious how hard he was trying to restrain himself.
Jon teetered on his feet, trying to balance with the heavy weight in his stomach. He had to lean heavily on Elias as he shuffled to the couch. His breathing was labored and he could barely keep his eyes open, exhausted as he was from his binge. Jon held his belly with his free hand as they made the trek that felt miles long to prevent it from weighing him down too much.
When they finally made it to the couch, Jon collapsed onto the soft cushions with a groan. “Thank you,” he breathed. The couch was significantly more comfortable than the hard wooden dining chairs. His belly forced his legs apart as he sat and touched the cushions beneath him. The texture of the fabric against the sensitive skin was strange, though not entirely unpleasant.
“Of course,” Elias smiled. He patted Jon’s belly, accidentally dislodging another air bubble and causing yet another deep belch followed by a groan. Elias’ grin grew wider at the sound; he was enjoying this way too much, Jon thought, but still, he was grateful for the release of pressure.