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My boyfriend (M20) and I (F20) have been together for a few years now. Before we met, we both had already been pretty chubby, and we only got bigger over the lockdown. I only started working out last year and had a drastic weight loss, while my boyfriend was struggling with his journey. I continued to support him, and suggested he focus on building muscle as he was already pretty sporty and has the perfect body to “sculpt” muscles on.

Four months ago, I encouraged him to join me in the gym and taught him everything I know. I even asked my guy friend and my dad who go to the gym to give him advice. He has become much more confident and stronger since then.

At the start of his journey, he asked how much I weighed. I said “50 kilograms” then he proceeded to put in the same amount of weight in the gym equipment or plates on the bar. He would struggle but he decided that his goal was to carry me. This motivated him to keep working hard.

Yesterday, it finally paid off.

We had an appointment in two hours but we got horny and stayed in bed. “Just a quick blow job,” I reassured him, even though we both knew it wouldn’t be.

We started off by making out for a few minutes, stripping each other’s clothes. He caressed my body, feeling the bodysuit that I had worn for him. “You’re so sexy,” he would tell me while guiding my hips against him.

This continued for a while before I finally put his cock in my mouth, playfully sucking the tip. He groaned and moaned at every little thing I did as he tugged on my hair.

I would shove him inside my mouth deeper and deeper, holding it in until he exhaled deeply. “You’re such a whore,” he would moan in between thrusts.

He would often say he was close but I would purposefully slow down and change the pace. After a few minutes, we switched places – I was on the bed, resting my head on the pillow, while he towered over me, his knees at the sides of my head.

He shoved his cock inside my mouth and fucked it mercilessly. I would squirm but my hands were perfectly rested on his thighs, playfully scratching his skin as he fucked my mouth.

His arm was propped up against the wall, the top of his head resting on his forearm, as he watched his cock disappear in my mouth.

In no time, he groaned that he was close. So I held his thighs closer to me, hoping he would fuck my mouth deeper.

“Fuck,” he moaned, filling my mouth with his cum. He continued to thrust inside me, groaning in between thrusts “Clean it,” he ordered, and so I continued to suck him.

He fell on the bed, breathing heavily. We cuddled for a bit before I suggested we get up and get ready for the day.

As he stoof up, my boyfriend took a towel and wrapped it over his lower body. I took a second to admire him – he was much taller and bigger than me. He was still chubby but clearly well-built, his biceps and quads more defined than they have ever been.

“You look good and very strong,” I mused, standing up to feel his muscles.

He smiled. “I want to try something,” he said before holding me by my thighs and carried me.

“Oh my god?” I repeatedly cried, panicking and blushing at the same time. I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck.

“Are you sure? Are you okay?” I kept asking. I grew up a chubby girl and so being carried felt so foreign to me, even though I was significantly smaller than him.

To lessen the weight, I put my foot against the wall to support myself.

“Let go of the wall, babe,” he confidently said with a smile.

As soon as I did, I tightened my grasp on him as I kissed him. We continued to make out for a few minutes, our kisses becoming more passionate than it was a few minutes prior. I felt my body get warm at the position, getting wetter at the wondered of being fucked right now.

We pulled away before he gently layed me down on the bed. He rested his arms at the side of my head as he watched me lovingly.

“You’re so strong,” I sang, feeling my cheeks get warmer as he continued to look into my eyes. We’ve been together for so long, but it felt like I fell in love again right at that moment. “You can finally carry me!”

“I know! I’m so happy,” he laughed, looking at me with loving eyes.

I blushed and covered my eyes. “You’re so handsome, I can’t look at you,” I said as if I was crying. He would laugh at this and tell me to look at him directly.

“If I’ll look at you, we’ll be late,” I cried, purposefully looking anywhere but his face.

I wasn’t particularly interested in muscular bodies since I fell in love with my boyfriend who had already been chubby the moment I saw him. But seeing and witnessing him get stronger and more physically fit made me fall in love with him even more.

Thankfully, we weren’t late at the appointment. Mainly because I told him we could fuck right after.

NSFW: yes

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