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Aight, so many of you guys who follow me probably have no idea who these two are. Ezra and Kazer, a couple of my oldest characters from like when I was 13. I've never drawn them doing anything like this, seriously, I've only drawn them kissing maybe once.
So here's a short story with them I guess.

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"You know, you look just like your mother with your hair up, I think I'm into it," Kazer said seriously to the little redhead sitting at a table in front of him, her face turned up from the necklace she was making. She gave him a quiet glare before rising and walking around the table to stand in front of him.

"You're into my mother?" Ezra asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Hey, she's a good looking woman, but I can wait until you look more like her, I'm a patient man," he shrugged, "Who knows, maybe I'm into cougars,"

Ezra pushed him down, or rather, she pushed his chest and he allowed himself to fall backwards onto the ground, but not before grabbing her shoulders so she collapsed with him.

"Oh," she gasped, not expecting to him to go down, let alone herself with him. She settled herself on him, accepting that she wasn't going to get anything else done that day, as he propped himself up on his hands.

She noticed his tee shirt had ridden up, exposing a little bit of his belly, and he caught her looking. Kazer frowned slightly and moved to pull it back down.

"Hey," Ezra whispered, leaning into him and grabbing his hand gently before he could touch the shirt, "What's wrong?" She knew damn well what he was doing, but she got a little thrill from seeing him like this, so different from the Kazer she had once known (even if she couldn't remember it, but from the pictures her mother had given her. The bump on her head still left her a bit fuzzy, even now). He didn't have that gut in those pictures, but hard abs and a slender waist, and the changes to his body while she was unconscious left her hot and bothered, though she didn't exactly understand why.
...
Kazer had recognized the look in her eyes, he had seen it before. He wasn't stupid, if a bit slow on the uptake occasionally. It had to be spelled out for him sometimes, but not this time. He knew what that look meant. The thing was, she looked at him like that at odd times. Like right then, when he was prone with his shirt riding up flashing his stomach. Or the other day when he had stretched after working on his sister's car, he could feel the breeze on his belly, and caught her staring at him. Or when he got drunk with Milo a few months ago and over did it at Key's place at dinner. His jeans had pinched him just a bit, making him unable to find a comfortable position, leaving him squirming in his chair, constantly tugging his shirt down. He had seen her actually bite down on her lower lip before their eyes met and she looked away, flustered.

The most obvious though, was the day before. He was actually testing the theory while he was getting dressed to go to the dinner theater Fay was hosting. He was just about ready when Ezra had knocked on the door, wearing her favorite green dress, looking stunning as usual. Kazer answered the door in his purple button down shirt and orange tie, letting Ezra in while he finished dressing. He wanted to wear a waistcoat, but grabbed his old one on purpose while carefully watching her face in the mirror. He tugged it over his shoulders easily enough, but it wouldn't button closed, as he knew it wouldn't. He sucked in his gut, buttoning the thing, while glancing at her reaction in the mirror. Her face turned a brilliant shade of red, and she couldn't stop staring at his hands. When he finished, he was barely able to breath, the waistcoat was obviously far too small.

"Shit, guess this one doesn't fit anymore," he sighed, acting like he didn't know how much weight he had actually put on. She made an almost inaudible sound, a little squeak. And he knew he was right. He took it off and put on another, a bit bigger and they left for the party.
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"Nothing's wrong," he told her looking away, his eyes cast down, in fake embarrassment, "just got to pull down my shirt, it's riding up,"

Ezra tried to keep her face blank, but she couldn't help the blush on her cheeks, and Kazer saw it. He bit back his triumphant smile, he wanted to get to her, this time on purpose. She needed to come clean, no more of this ridiculousness. If she found him attractive as he was, which she did, than she should admit it. He was her boyfriend, he'd rather not have her torturing herself as she denied herself what she wanted. But first, he was going to push her past her breaking point. She would never just say it on her own, he knew her too well.

"I'd say I'm getting fat, but" he grabbed his belly and shook it a bit, "this shows that's already happened,"

Ezra's breath caught in her throat as she watched him shake his gut, she willed herself to look up at his face, which was twisted into a frown, she didn't know what to say, she couldn't just tell him he was wrong, because that would be flat out lying. He had gotten fat, and the idea of it made her want to push him all the way onto his back and rip off his clothes.

"I just don't understand how you can put up with me like this," he pinched a handful of fat on his side, "All I ever do is hang around the shop, eating and working on cars with Milo," her eyes widened, of course she put up with him like that, in fact, it was one of the reasons she couldn't keep her hands off of him. The thought of saying it, however, made her feel sick. She thought he hated the way his body looked.

"You could, you know, lose it?" she suggested, hoping that he would turn down that idea, but also torn because she wanted him to be happy, above everything else.

"I've been trying, but it's just," he looked at her with sad eyes, "It's hard Ez, I just can't help myself, I mean, we just had lunch, and I'm hungry again," in truth, he hadn't been trying at all, even before he noticed she liked it. He really enjoyed the feeling of being just a bit too full, the feeling of being heavy and full, his pants cutting into him, being a solid mass, it grounded him and he no longer felt like he was going to just float away into the abyss. Like he did when she was gone. And the fact that it turned her on made him spend his nights thinking about her grabbing him, squeezing and playing with him, wishing she didn't avoid touching his belly like it was made of white hot metal.

She was quiet for a bit too long, conflict plainly written on her face. She had been imagining him eating again, until he was positively stuffed, having to unbutton his jeans to make room for his belly, his shirt unable to cover all of it. But she pushed the thought away quickly.

"I just like eating too much," he said seriously, that could be taken one of two ways, he meant that he liked eating more food than he should. She thought he meant he liked eating more than he wanted to lose weight.

"You could work out again?" she suggested.

"I don't think you understand me Ez," he winked at her, causing her to jump slightly, his mood had instantly changed, and it dawned on her that most of this was an act. Had he caught onto her? Kazer, of all people, had noticed her feelings before even she did. The man who had taken twelve years to notice that she was in love with him, had figured out she liked this in just a few months. Maybe he was paying more attention than she assumed, or maybe his head was no longer in the clouds.

"I mean, I like overeating," he paused, "a lot," she searched his face, trying to figure out if he was joking, or messing with her.

"Why?"

He shrugged, not knowing the answer himself.

"Why do you like it when I do? Don't deny it Ez, I know you do, I'm not a complete idiot." It was her turn to shrug. She hadn't even known herself until a few months ago, when she had caught a glance at his belly when he stretched. She had been interested in the change in him when she woke up, but she didn't realize that it was sexual until that day.

"So," he said, taking her hand, "Now that you know I know, how about we try this again?" he pushed his shirt up a little more and placed her hand on his stomach and she stroked her other thumb against his lips.

"I love you," she told him, "and I love this," she grabbed his stomach under her hand.

"I love you too," he replied, "and I am honestly still hungry,"

Description
Aight, so many of you guys who follow me probably have no idea who these two are. Ezra and Kazer, a couple of my oldest characters from like when I was 13. I've never drawn them doing anything like this, seriously, I've only drawn them kissing maybe once.
So here's a short story with them I guess.

---

"You know, you look just like your mother with your hair up, I think I'm into it," Kazer said seriously to the little redhead sitting at a table in front of him, her face turned up from the necklace she was making. She gave him a quiet glare before rising and walking around the table to stand in front of him.

"You're into my mother?" Ezra asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Hey, she's a good looking woman, but I can wait until you look more like her, I'm a patient man," he shrugged, "Who knows, maybe I'm into cougars,"

Ezra pushed him down, or rather, she pushed his chest and he allowed himself to fall backwards onto the ground, but not before grabbing her shoulders so she collapsed with him.

"Oh," she gasped, not expecting to him to go down, let alone herself with him. She settled herself on him, accepting that she wasn't going to get anything else done that day, as he propped himself up on his hands.

She noticed his tee shirt had ridden up, exposing a little bit of his belly, and he caught her looking. Kazer frowned slightly and moved to pull it back down.

"Hey," Ezra whispered, leaning into him and grabbing his hand gently before he could touch the shirt, "What's wrong?" She knew damn well what he was doing, but she got a little thrill from seeing him like this, so different from the Kazer she had once known (even if she couldn't remember it, but from the pictures her mother had given her. The bump on her head still left her a bit fuzzy, even now). He didn't have that gut in those pictures, but hard abs and a slender waist, and the changes to his body while she was unconscious left her hot and bothered, though she didn't exactly understand why.
...
Kazer had recognized the look in her eyes, he had seen it before. He wasn't stupid, if a bit slow on the uptake occasionally. It had to be spelled out for him sometimes, but not this time. He knew what that look meant. The thing was, she looked at him like that at odd times. Like right then, when he was prone with his shirt riding up flashing his stomach. Or the other day when he had stretched after working on his sister's car, he could feel the breeze on his belly, and caught her staring at him. Or when he got drunk with Milo a few months ago and over did it at Key's place at dinner. His jeans had pinched him just a bit, making him unable to find a comfortable position, leaving him squirming in his chair, constantly tugging his shirt down. He had seen her actually bite down on her lower lip before their eyes met and she looked away, flustered.

The most obvious though, was the day before. He was actually testing the theory while he was getting dressed to go to the dinner theater Fay was hosting. He was just about ready when Ezra had knocked on the door, wearing her favorite green dress, looking stunning as usual. Kazer answered the door in his purple button down shirt and orange tie, letting Ezra in while he finished dressing. He wanted to wear a waistcoat, but grabbed his old one on purpose while carefully watching her face in the mirror. He tugged it over his shoulders easily enough, but it wouldn't button closed, as he knew it wouldn't. He sucked in his gut, buttoning the thing, while glancing at her reaction in the mirror. Her face turned a brilliant shade of red, and she couldn't stop staring at his hands. When he finished, he was barely able to breath, the waistcoat was obviously far too small.

"Shit, guess this one doesn't fit anymore," he sighed, acting like he didn't know how much weight he had actually put on. She made an almost inaudible sound, a little squeak. And he knew he was right. He took it off and put on another, a bit bigger and they left for the party.
...
"Nothing's wrong," he told her looking away, his eyes cast down, in fake embarrassment, "just got to pull down my shirt, it's riding up,"

Ezra tried to keep her face blank, but she couldn't help the blush on her cheeks, and Kazer saw it. He bit back his triumphant smile, he wanted to get to her, this time on purpose. She needed to come clean, no more of this ridiculousness. If she found him attractive as he was, which she did, than she should admit it. He was her boyfriend, he'd rather not have her torturing herself as she denied herself what she wanted. But first, he was going to push her past her breaking point. She would never just say it on her own, he knew her too well.

"I'd say I'm getting fat, but" he grabbed his belly and shook it a bit, "this shows that's already happened,"

Ezra's breath caught in her throat as she watched him shake his gut, she willed herself to look up at his face, which was twisted into a frown, she didn't know what to say, she couldn't just tell him he was wrong, because that would be flat out lying. He had gotten fat, and the idea of it made her want to push him all the way onto his back and rip off his clothes.

"I just don't understand how you can put up with me like this," he pinched a handful of fat on his side, "All I ever do is hang around the shop, eating and working on cars with Milo," her eyes widened, of course she put up with him like that, in fact, it was one of the reasons she couldn't keep her hands off of him. The thought of saying it, however, made her feel sick. She thought he hated the way his body looked.

"You could, you know, lose it?" she suggested, hoping that he would turn down that idea, but also torn because she wanted him to be happy, above everything else.

"I've been trying, but it's just," he looked at her with sad eyes, "It's hard Ez, I just can't help myself, I mean, we just had lunch, and I'm hungry again," in truth, he hadn't been trying at all, even before he noticed she liked it. He really enjoyed the feeling of being just a bit too full, the feeling of being heavy and full, his pants cutting into him, being a solid mass, it grounded him and he no longer felt like he was going to just float away into the abyss. Like he did when she was gone. And the fact that it turned her on made him spend his nights thinking about her grabbing him, squeezing and playing with him, wishing she didn't avoid touching his belly like it was made of white hot metal.

She was quiet for a bit too long, conflict plainly written on her face. She had been imagining him eating again, until he was positively stuffed, having to unbutton his jeans to make room for his belly, his shirt unable to cover all of it. But she pushed the thought away quickly.

"I just like eating too much," he said seriously, that could be taken one of two ways, he meant that he liked eating more food than he should. She thought he meant he liked eating more than he wanted to lose weight.

"You could work out again?" she suggested.

"I don't think you understand me Ez," he winked at her, causing her to jump slightly, his mood had instantly changed, and it dawned on her that most of this was an act. Had he caught onto her? Kazer, of all people, had noticed her feelings before even she did. The man who had taken twelve years to notice that she was in love with him, had figured out she liked this in just a few months. Maybe he was paying more attention than she assumed, or maybe his head was no longer in the clouds.

"I mean, I like overeating," he paused, "a lot," she searched his face, trying to figure out if he was joking, or messing with her.

"Why?"

He shrugged, not knowing the answer himself.

"Why do you like it when I do? Don't deny it Ez, I know you do, I'm not a complete idiot." It was her turn to shrug. She hadn't even known herself until a few months ago, when she had caught a glance at his belly when he stretched. She had been interested in the change in him when she woke up, but she didn't realize that it was sexual until that day.

"So," he said, taking her hand, "Now that you know I know, how about we try this again?" he pushed his shirt up a little more and placed her hand on his stomach and she stroked her other thumb against his lips.

"I love you," she told him, "and I love this," she grabbed his stomach under her hand.

"I love you too," he replied, "and I am honestly still hungry,"