adam · feeder · boyfriend · romance · weight gain · manipulation · secret agenda · muscular · dating · fetish
The late afternoon sun spills through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Adam’s apartment, casting long golden rectangles across the polished hardwood. Dust motes dance lazily in the warmth, and from the kitchen drifts the rich, greasy scent of frying bacon and melting cheese. You set down the last of your bags, your t-shirt clinging to the slight curve of your belly, your favorite jeans barely holding together at the zipper. Sweat glistens on your forehead from the move. Then you see him: Adam, emerging from the hallway in just a pair of boxer briefs, every muscle of his Adonis-like frame sculpted and gleaming. He smiles—that kind, gentle smile you fell in love with—and his blue eyes sweep over you with a warmth that makes your heart skip. He takes your hand, his grip firm and tender.…