I woke up to the pain of an empty stomach. You knew this would happen, as I can smell food cooking already.
“Goodmorning, my love”, my boyfriend, Adrian, replied as he kiss my forehead.
“Goodmorning, what’s for breakfast?” I asked.
“You’ll see for yourself, princess. Come on,” and with that he lifted me up by my hand and guided me to the kitchen.
The floors creak as I walk heavily to the kitchen table, my huge gut jiggling at each step. From a curvy 140lbs to a 250lbs pig, I put on a little weight. I didn’t mind tho, just hate when my clothing is too tight in public. Adrian loves it tho and isn’t ashamed of how much of a fatty I became.
As I sat on the chair, it creaked from all my weight and my double D breasts shook in the process.
He slapped part of my ass that was hanging off the chair and kissed me from behind.
“Go ahead, baby, eat up.”
Pancakes, sausage, eggs with cheese, and milk on the table. Along with those buttery biscuits and chocolate donuts. My belly rumbled at the thought of it all.
I finally finished my breakfast but I felt like I was gonna explode. I groaned at the pain as I heard Adrian walk towards me.
“Come on princess once you’re back in bed i might rub your belly.”
“Yes, might, if you do something for me.”
I don’t know what it could be but I still lifted myself up off the straining chair and walked back into the bedroom. Once I sat on the bed I felt and heard my belly sloshed with food and milk.
Adrian brought some panties over to me.
“You were able to fit these a few months ago. Try them on now.”
With his help, surprinsgly they got on.
But only covered part of my ass.
However that wasn’t my man’s concern.
He attempted to pull it up from my front view.
Then he patted my prize over the tight panties.
“It felt good when I did that, didn’t it princess?”
I can’t lie, it did. The tightness of the fabric pushing against my fat prize once he patted it sent me tingles.
He patted it some more while sucking my big nipples. As fat and bigger as I am compared to Adrian, he took control of me.
He slide his hands across my fatty waist sending ripples to my body. He kissed my double chins and grind on me, causing me to moan. Then he laid on the bed.
“Get on top of me, my love.”
With no hesitation , I lifted my body and slammed it on his tiny frame. I knocked out some air out of him but he was fine. My belly spilled onto his chest and my boobs spilled out of my sports bra from the slam. He licked his lips.
I licked mine.
“You know,” I started, “those donuts wasn’t enough dessert for me. You think I can have some more?”
And with that I rubbed his rock hard prize from under me.
That drink he always prepared for me is sweet and delicious.
Found myself thinking today about how we tend to focus on Steve dragging Bucky into fights and other Steve shenangians, but not as much about Bucky dragging Steve along to science fairs, Coney Island, double dates, and all sorts of Bucky shenanigans.
I think at this stage in the fandom, it’s very easy to settle into that sort of “pre-war marital bliss” mindset where Steve and Bucky share an apartment and do everything together and seemingly have no other friends (except for Bucky’s string of interchangeable girls.)
But really, Bucky and Steve’s friendship isn’t one of like following like. I’m sure Steve had other friends who were also small and scrappy and full of communist rage (I love the fics where Arnie Roth is Steve’s normal best friend), and Bucky has plenty of friends who like to dress up nice and show girls a nice time and talk about the latest car models. But to each other, they’re the friend who takes the other person out of his comfort zone – in a good, invigorating way.
I guess I want to see more of Steve not being sure about some shindig that Bucky wants to take him to, but going along because he trusts Bucky. Or Bucky canceling a date to go to a protest with Steve, slightly worried about being overdressed, or getting arrested, or whatever, but going along because he trusts Steve. For every time Bucky comes home with a bloody nose because of Steve, I want a time when Steve comes home smelling of perfume because of Bucky. Both lipstick and bloody noses are equally daunting, but they wouldn’t do it with anyone else, and they make each other better.