Cupcakes and Kisses

Chubby Reader x 2P England

It was not often you had the day free to go to the cupcake convention in town, if only because usually you were so busy that it often just slipped you by. But today you owed your good luck as well as your memory to your best friend Oliver, who had made a big fuss about keeping this day free for your both to enjoy yourself. In fact, he’d been so excited about it all that when you’d woken up this morning he’d already used the spare key to get into the house and set up your clothes as well as set up your alarm.

When you’d got yourself dressed and stepped downstairs into the kitchen, you stared in surprise at the lone boiled egg waiting for you. With a cocked eyebrow you gave a pondering mumble of confusion, why were you going to have such a bland breakfast? Just as you were about to sit down however, there was a bouncing sound behind you and you gave a shriek of surprise as Oliver’s wiggling fingers suddenly fixed themselves about your chubby belly and shook it. You were then ushered into your chair and given a series of hyperactive kisses across your cheeks, up your forehead and around to your other cheeks in the playful manner of anyone excited to see you up and eager to get a move on. You gave a gentle chuckle at him before patting his shoulder and complaining jokingly about how good a cook he was and how boring the breakfast was.

“You’re obviously excited about this… is it just because cupcakes are your favourite thing or something else?” You chuckled gently before he suddenly hooked his arms around you again in a massive hug and then settled on the chair beside you, tapping the egg top off and scooping some out to feed you. With a roll of your eyes you opened your mouth and allowed your friend to feed you, his eyes seeming to swirl in a dreamy fashion and his smile massive and delighted. As you sat there with a smile upon your face as you ate, you wondered briefly how you’d ever been so lucky to get such a strange but caring companion like him and then he suddenly leapt up in surprise, staring at the clock.

“My dear, the convention is open… we’d better hop down there right away!” Oliver chuckled and suddenly sat you up and fetched your bag. You chuckled at him and slowly followed him out of the house and along the road down toward the large white tent in the middle of the green. You had actually met Oliver at a wedding convention held in this same place last year; Oliver worked for a bridal shop, tailoring men’s clothes, and you had been making wedding cakes to commission in the local area. It had been a perfect little meeting caused when Oliver was taking a break and you’d offered him some cake… he’d fallen in love with the cooking and you’d made firm friends as you’d ended up working with the same wedding planners and parties.

Inside the tent was a series of massive tables filled with all sorts of cupcakes of all flavours and shapes and looks. A good deal were the typical sweetened cupcakes covered in fondant and there had been several rather boring looking cupcakes with different flavours. As you were led to each individual stand, Oliver brought or sampled one of every single cupcake around and once he’d tasted it, he’d cut a piece on his favourite silver fork and gently placed it in your mouth with a visible grin.

Throughout the day you could not find a single cupcake that tasted horrible or anything however that really stood out. You spoke to a few of the people who’d made cupcakes with fondant tuxedoes upon them or had covered them in a small veil regarding your ideas from work. You’d discussed a good deal of recipes and exchanged some business cards and each time you did, Oliver leapt beside you with another piece of cake. Learning of your occupation, many understood the need for him to bring food to you and to try each one. As always, after you’d enjoyed each piece and Oliver had kissed your cheek, you informed him of your thoughts. If you liked a cupcake a lot, he’d get a fork and feed you much more.

It was only after you’d made your way to the middle of the stall selections you realised why Oliver had given you such a bland breakfast. He’d tried to reduce any sugar rush, you feeling full or sick whilst tasting and you gave a chuckle of amusement at the idea of it. Oliver really did look out for you and when he hopped back over with another cupcake and you lapped it up with a giggle, Oliver suddenly rubbed your chubby belly. You shook your head at him and then realised that your skirt was feeling a little tightly around your middle. As you looked down, you noted that your stomach seemed to have gotten bigger and you shook your head in confusion. Should you feel unhappy that you were looking bigger? No sooner had you thought it over then Oliver had bounced over again with a new piece of cake.

You shook your head, why did you need to care when Oliver obviously didn’t care about you being chunky? If he was so concerned he wouldn’t have dragged you out here! You chuckled to yourself at the thought of how he obviously seemed to care for you and even blushed as you thought how much he meant to you. Only when he returned with another piece of cake did you lift your hands and give a gentle chuckle.

“Just what are you up to Oliver? You really don’t want me to be so huge I’d float off like a blimp do you?” You chuckled only to suddenly feel his lips lock around yours. It was he first time you’d both ever properly kissed and in surprise you kissed back just as firmly. When you parted lips and were about to ask him something, Oliver swiftly pushed a bit of cake into your mouth. You looked at him in surprise when he suddenly licked a bit of frosting off your chin before chuckling.

“Because I’ve fallen in love with your chubby cheeks, funny laugh and curious little giggle…. I don’t care what you look like because all I want to do is love you and make you smile!”