Kurt moves to New York and he and Blaine attempt and are successful in retaining a long-distance relationship. In Kurt's absence, however, Blaine begins to stress eat and binge more and more, and before long, the physical ramifications of his bad habits become rather prevalent.

Warnings for food/weight kink, intentional weight gain, and eating past the point of being full (stuffing). If any of these concepts make you uncomfortable, please don't read.

PART ONE

It wasn't something in particular that Blaine had planned. It wasn't even a remotely good idea. It had just happened.

Blaine had always considered himself a healthy eater, always grazing on a salad here or moderated portions there, always being mindful of his daily fruit and vegetable intake. That, and he was fit. He enjoyed running, boxing, and various other forms of exertion which more than compensated for his splurges, all of which usually collected on his tiny stomach (and no where else), usually only leaving a slight indentation through his form-fitting polos.

A sad reality of Blaine's life was that, no matter how many crunches he could log in a week, he never could really lose the slight flab. In time, he'd learned to embrace it and not nitpick over his appearances to the point of being miserable, and that small voice in the back of his mind that was completely insecure about his physical appearances remembered his gorgeous boyfriend, the man in his life who never failed to make him feel beautiful or loved or special just the way he was.

Kurt had been gone all of four days when Blaine had tasted the richest, most delectable devil's chocolate cake on the planet. It had lived up its name, literally sinful in his mouth as his taste buds exploded with each bite. It was enough to make him want to call Kurt and rave about it, but he thought better of it, choosing to tuck away two full slices and revel in his blissed out over-indulgence.

It had been an isolated incident, nothing to give a second thought about. Blaine was an eighteen year old boy, he could afford to splurge on a slice of cake (or two) or a deep pan pizza during Girls Night Out with Tina, which mainly consisted of two pints of Ben & Jerry's Chocolate Fudge Brownie (one for each of them) as she vented about her recent break up with Mike. As her best friend, Blaine was happy to help, simply relieved he and Kurt were managing to make a long-distance relationship actually work, even if the time apart made him increasingly more sad and frustrated as the days turned into weeks and weeks eventually turned into a solid month.

It wasn't that Blaine stopped running. Or boxing. Or resorting to any physical exertion. It's just that, with school and Glee club, not to mention college applications and the dozen other clubs he had joined just to keep himself busy, Blaine found himself spending more and more of his freetime simply lounging in his pajamas, usually accompanied by yet another pint of ice cream or a delectable chocolate croissant from the Lima Bean or Tina's homecook brocolli cheddar soup, which he never seemed to get his fill of.

Soon, the same sedentary habits played an influence on Blaine's campus meal plan, not to mention his Breadstix orders (which were becoming more and more numerous, for reasons he couldn't even explain). And on days when he was especially lonely or found himself watching Jake and Marley kiss or touch each other at any given moment, he would go ahead and purchase that slice of apple pie with a slice of pizza and a side salad, anything to forget that the love of his life was nearly a thousand miles away for the next year.

It had been almost two months to the day of Kurt leaving when Blaine had been rushing late for school, his entire morning shifted an extra half-hour forward due to accidentally sleeping in. The passing weeks had left him a little bit more withdrawn, his innocent loneliness and all the stresses of school escalating into a nightly therapy session with the various amount of sweets he accumulated throughout the day, whether by vending machine or the school cafeteria. The rush of the sugar high usually left Blaine awake for hours longer than he should be, and in that time, he pined for Kurt, which only seemed to make him hungrier and more desperate for solace.

That particular day, he was already emotionally checked out and anxious to come home and Skype with Kurt, their first video call in nearly a week, but the day was already off to a rocky start. He'd attempted to pull up his favorite pair of red chinos, the ones he was absolutely sure fit all of two weeks ago, but they barely buttoned past his stomach, leaving an awkward and somewhat painful indentation that cut into his skin as he sat at his various desks throughout the day.

That was the first time he could actually feel the new, collected rolls of his belly and the extra bit of padding along his body. Blaine was no idiot, he knew that he'd been making bad eating choices since Kurt had left, especially over the last few weeks. He was still somewhat emotionally present even as he binged on Snickers bars and guzzled down one, sometimes two, Coca Colas past his bed time. He knew how many bear claws and doughnuts he confiscated from the pastry boxes at his various club meetings. He knew how many times a week he splurged on eating out as well as picking a chocolate muffin over a banana in the food hall. He knew he often times ate even if he wasn't hungry, even if he couldn't stuff another bite down his gullet, because he strangely liked the feeling of being so full that he couldn't move.

What Blaine hadn't anticipated later that day, however, was his own reflection staring right back at him, as well as the sight of himself in unbuttoned, fire engine red chinos (which only accentuated everything) that barely buttoned past his round, bulged out belly, despite the fact that Blaine had attempted to eat a light lunch. In terms of size, his belly would put him at a good four months pregnant, give or take a few weeks, and looked - and felt - significantly bigger. Though mainly collected in his abdomen, which poked out in front of him at least one or two extra inches, his weight had slightly dispersed to his ass, as well as under his chin as he turned his head back and forth to survey the damage. Although he couldn't see it, he could feel the extra adipose along his pecs and armpits. The bloom of his belly also extended to his back, leaving two slightly more pronounced love handles.

To summarize it in one word, Blaine was fat. Or chubby, at least, to any casual observer. He definitely wasn't skinny, that was for sure. Blaine let his fingers splay and stroke along his round stomach, his fingernails delicately tracing along the smoothness of his skin as he traced the extra inch or two of skin.

Blaine knew he couldn't very well spend the rest of his evening standing in front of the mirror, scrutinizing his own body, but one thought constantly intrigued him as well as slightly disturbed him. He wasn't repelled or even disgusted by his own reflection. In fact… he actually thought he looked… pretty good? Not as trim around the edges, of course, but soft in all the right places.

More than anything, he looked comfortable. He felt comfortable.

For the first time in a few weeks, Blaine even felt more confident, and if Kurt noticed a change in his appearance over their Skype calls, he didn't say a word. The next day at school, Blaine weighed himself in the men's locker room only to discover that he'd put on a solid nine pounds, which made quite the dent for a man of his frame. Anyone in Blaine's situation would be mortified to learn they'd put on nearly ten pounds in two short months, but Blaine was only more intrigued, if not challenged.

And that was another thing - he liked the feeling of being stuffed, and though he knew lounging around eating ding-dongs and pastries wasn't the most healthy choice, he wondered if he could experience the same form of euphoria binging on slightly more substantial, heavier meals.

One night while his parents had gone off to see a movie (which Blaine had politely declined, although the idea of movie popcorn that particular day was enough to make his tastebuds swarm with electricity), Blaine had decided to cook himself a big pot of pasta. Weeks ago, Blaine may have only poured in 1/3rd of the dry pasta, making himself a generous portion that would fill him up for the remainder of his evening. That particular night called for something more decadent, however, and Blaine didn't think twice as he used the entire box and waited patiently for the noodles to soften. In all fairness, he had barely eaten the entirety of the day, starving himself in anticipation for the big meal he was planing to consume, not to mention the slice of cake he had reserved for dessert.

As a consequence to not eating, he was beyond famished, which only made the tangy alfredo sauce and thick fettucini that much more delectable as he savored every bite with enthusiasm. Soon, his anxious, ravenous bites became slower and more restrained, but Blaine still had two-thirds of the pasta left, which he conquered with soft burps and slow intakes of breath. He unbuttoned his pants to aid the process, his breathing heavier as each and every last bite seemed to melt and electrify his tastebuds.

Once he had come to the last bite, having come back for seconds and thirds, his belly poked out prominently and almost spherically, a thin sliver of ivory skin revealed from where his uncomfortable polo had risen up. He felt like a beached whale, and in that moment, he knew he couldn't take another bite, even if the thought of doing so left his pulse thrumming in his ears and his cock throbbing from within in his trousers.

Blaine had been lying in bed for all of four minutes when he remembered the slice of cake he had promised himself, and if he was of rational, sensible mind, he would have allowed himself to go to sleep, to digest the monumental meal he had just consumed. But just the thought of it made his cock ache and his own body shiver with anticipation, and despite his groaning belly and labored breaths, he walked back downstairs, conscious of only one thought on his mind. His belly was still poking out almost comically from his polo, but he didn't stop to fix it as he pulled out the slice of cake and ate it under the glow of the refrigerator, looking every bit the image of a pregnant woman with a bad craving.

Blaine felt practically breathless as he'd stumbled back upstairs, drunk with sugar and the euphoria of overeating, not to mention his strained erection, which had tented his pants out a few inches. He relieved himself that evening to the fantasies of eating past the point of being beyond full, about testing his own limits even more, about being fed without having to move a single muscle in the process, about being force fed even against his will. Aside from that one night while he was home alone, Blaine never let these thoughts go beyond the world of fantasy simply for the fact that… well, he was still making a valiant attempt to hide his weight gain from both his parents and his peers. In conjunction with his attempts to not fantasize about that night, he also refrained from binging to excess, choosing to stick to eating three square meals a day but snacking near constantly, including those after hours of the night when it felt most deviant.

Within a few weeks, Blaine had already put on another five pounds, bringing his total weight gain up to fourteen, but it was easy to excuse with the holidays soon approaching. The glee club took notice, however, and none were so vicious as Kitty, who made fat jokes at every given opportunity. Blaine's parents noticed, too, but both were so busy in their day-to-day lives that they didn't suggest any sort of diet plan, figuring Blaine was still young and healthy, with a high enough metabolism to bounce back.

Blaine's weight gain was most obvious in his Cheerios uniform, long since grown out of and filled from every possible perspective. Instead of replacing it, however, he attempted to cover up his especially prominent belly (which had long since spilled out of the tight, uncomfortable shirt, giving him an obvious muffintop) with his red Cheerios hoody, which had gone from over-sized to just right. One isolated day and Sue Sylvester had discovered his little secret, which wasn't so little anymore.

He was let off the team immediately, relieved that he no longer had to pretend to be someone he wasn't. And that was the thing with most the comments. Though they should have discouraged him and spiraled him into self-loathing and depression, Blaine only felt liberated, enamored with an odd sense of pride that he was in complete control of his body, whether big or small, and that he'd made it this way. That, and with Kurt gone, his only true solace was food. Even in the back of his mind, Blaine knew it wasn't a healthy substitution, but it made him feel warm and full all over. And honestly? He thought he looked pretty sexy. At least, he hadn't felt this sexy in ages.

Blaine's only true fear in all of this, of course, was Kurt's reaction. If Kurt had noticed Blaine's persistent weight gain over the last few months, he didn't say anything. Save for a small amount of chub underneath Blaine's chin and jowls, Blaine's jaw and cheeks had remained sharp and taut. If Blaine angled the webcam just right, he could hide the damage, and with the weather getting colder and colder, lots of blankets and heavy sweaters were more than forgiven. All the clever angles in the world couldn't substitute actual pictures of course, and being in actual pictures meant that Blaine was tagged on Facebook and Instagram. And there was no hiding those, especially not when Blaine found himself raving about all the latest events in his life and linking Kurt to the pictures, even if Kurt had already liked each and every one of them.

Case in point, Kurt had to know, or had to have some sort of inkling. And why he hadn't brought it up to the surface, Blaine hadn't the foggiest clue. The one thing that kept Blaine up at night - and snacking, as a consequence - was the thought of Kurt leaving him over this. Blaine had weighed himself that day only to discover he'd put on another pound, and for the first time since he'd started eating more, Blaine felt a lurch of fear. Kurt was clearly the more health-conscious of the two, and though Kurt always insisted that he loved Blaine for who he was, not what he looked like, Blaine had also been a whopping fifteen pounds thinner the last time they'd seen each other in person. Blaine wasn't even in college yet, but he'd already put on the dreaded freshman fifteen, and with his dietary habits the way they were, he didn't appear to be slowing down.

For a whole week, Blaine let up on his persistent snacking, burying away the candy bars and pastries and salty treats that had become a staple in his diet, and stuck to one square meal a day. He figured, if nothing else, that eating less might count for something, even if that one meal a day consisted of two slices of pizza at lunch or fried Fish and Chips at Breadstix. If Blaine had shed any weight from his endeavor, he didn't seem to notice, nor did anyone else. It was nearing closer and closer to Christmas, which meant that fruit cakes and cookies and heavy meals were not only on full display, but expected to be consumed with abandon. It made the challenge of not eating all the worse, but Blaine stuck to his guns and resisted, resisted, resisted.

Blaine's "diet," as it were, was halted by Tina, who had given him a box of See's Candy as an early Christmas present. The only person Blaine had been truly honest with was Tina, who had noticed his weight gain from the get-go and was initially concerned. Over a couple of milkshakes, Blaine had confided in his best friend and simply asked her not to judge him. Despite Blaine's best efforts to resist temptation, he plowed through half the box without thinking, both panicked and elated to consume the sweetest, most savory chocolates he had ever tasted.

For the first time in as long as he could remember, he began to feel warm and full and beautiful again, no longer famished or empty but bursting. Blaine had missed snacking, but not wanting to feel sick with chocolate, he hid away the other half of the box for another day or later that night. It wasn't long before Blaine laid out a full feast for himself, relieved that his parents were off at one of their many holiday parties. Within two hours, Blaine had more than made up for his - as he saw it - negligent diet that week, plowing through half a box of pasta, an individual-sized frozen pizza, a thick slice of cherry rhubarb pie, and to top it off, a big bowl of rocky road ice cream. Blaine's heavy belly, rounder than ever before and hard and full to the touch, rose a few more inches as Blaine laid back down in his bed, attempting to catch his breath. Blaine attempted to massage it to stop the ache, but it still persisted, leaving Blaine panting and almost sweating from the effort.

He'd never felt so stuffed and heavy in his entire life, having binged with even more desperation and determination than that infamous evening weeks before. Blaine had long since grown out of his myriad of tight, uncomfortable polos and replaced them with henleys and sweaters, but even his striped shirt rose a few inches to the tip of his belt, revealing a small sliver of skin as his jeans tented once more with his erection. Blaine's jeans had also grown increasingly more uncomfortable, usually tight and creasing from underneath his full ass, bunching at his thick thighs and remaining buttoned just below his round stomach, if he could even button them at all.

Blaine's heart was still racing in his chest as he reached into his side drawer to grab for Tina's chocolates. The lid of the box was soon forgotten as he searched for one of them, his other hand also reaching down past his briefs as he slid his fingers around his hard, aching cock. He was already leaking with pre-cum as he took the first bite, his stomach groaning in protest and his breath catching in his throat at the thought of any other piece of food slipping past his lips. His heart raced faster and faster with the effort of consuming more, sweat beading on his forehead as the chocolate smeared his lips and left a sweat, warm coating in his throat.

Blaine plowed through the rest of the box and continued stroking himself back, the motion of his hand slow and patient as he sucked on each chocolate, taking the time to savor the unique taste of each one. By the time Blaine came to the last one, he slid his other hand along his stomach, stroking the full size of it with relish and amazement at how much it could hold. He even found himself thanking it and giving it soft, congratulatory pats, as if they'd done this together, as if they were a team. It was strange, but well, he was kind of strange.

The taste of a milk bordeaux truffle was still smooth and wet on his lips as he came harder than ever before, his entire body soft and warm from every angle as he rolled his hips in response and sank his weight back into the bed. In that moment, he imagined being fucked like this, just like this, with Kurt's cock nestled in his tight hole as he ate, becoming fuller by the second, round with food in his belly and tight with Kurt's embrace. In that night, the art of feeding himself senseless had escalated beyond a fantasy and into a reality, an actual truth that turned him on from the second he wrapped his mouth around an edible. It was a life choice he had made, a life choice he didn't know how to back away from, a life choice he didn't necessary want to go without.

He went to bed beyond content that night, the box of chocolates still thrown beside him and his shirt still rolled up past his belly. As the hours had passed, his stomach had shrunk back down to size, no longer big and round, but still as full as ever and somewhat filthy with the activities of the night before. He felt somewhat achy and a little hungover from the activities of the previous evening, as if he'd gone on an all-night bender and had only stumbled in hours prior. It was a Saturday, the Saturday before Christmas actually, which meant that he could sleep in as late he liked with no distractions, and having eaten so much the night prior, he wasn't even hungry.

Just as he was about to stretch his limbs and get out of bed to clean up the mess he had made for himself, he was fully awoken by a text message, which chimed loudly from his phone charging directly beside him. As he sat up on bed, he reached for his mobile and rubbed his eyes, blinking a few times to read it over correctly before his eyes widened.

"Hey sleepyhead, surprise surprise! I'll be in town a few days earlier for Christmas! I'm flying in later today and I can't wait to see you. Best Christmas ever ;) xo -K"

Despite the inevitability of this moment, despite the fact that it wouldn't have been humanly possible for Blaine to lose a solid fifteen pounds in the span of a week, his heart pounded in his chest and in his ears as he stared down at the fullness of his belly, which had escalated beyond a cute bit of extra padding to downright chubby, if not…. well, fat. There was nothing he could do to stop it at this point. It was the moment of truth, and if Kurt didn't have some sort of inclination about it already, he sure as hell would now.

It was something he should have explained to his boyfriend. Something he should have discussed with him at length, to both gauge his reaction and prepare for the worst.

Blaine simply hoped it wouldn't cost him the love of his life.