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Oliver and I were high school sweethearts. We have been together since the 10th grade. Even through college, we stood right beside each other. I have never stopped loving him in the 10 years that we have been together. I got a degree in culinary arts and he has a degree in management. Together, we have been operating and baking for a little cupcakery in London. Business is well, and therefore we are fairly wealthy; however, there are somethings that have changed.

First off, we have both officially been diagnosed with mental disorders. We see therapists and what not, but in my opinion, they never really work. We also have a little secret. Together, we've killed a total of 6 people, three each. We work as a team, slicing off limbs and hearts. Fortunately, no one has caught us. We maintain a low profile and a false sense of sanity while we run the shop.

There is one other thing that has changed too. While I haven't changed much at all appearance wise since high school, Ollie has had a few "physical changes". He hit the freshman 15 in college and has been adding to it ever since. He now weighs about 330 pounds, but I love none the less; perhaps even a bit more than when we were teenagers. I've always felt that bigger men were more attractive. They're cuddlier and softer than all of those muscle heads.

Working in a bakery doesn't help his waist line much either. He eats probably 7 cupcakes a day at least, sometimes up to 20, then comes home and eats dinner. I don't mind of course. It only adds to his soft, attractive tummy. Sometimes I catch myself staring at his plump rear in his too tight khakis.

As I was doing this one day, I caught sight of two people who I dreaded seeing : Francis Bonnefey and Amelia Jones. They walked into the shop. I quickly ran into the back kitchen and peered out the window. I still regret throwing Oliver under the bus on this one.

At first, Oliver didn't recognize them.  "Ello, sir, miss. Welcome to Oliver's Twist, London's finest cupcakery. What can I get you?" He asked them.

"Ollie? Ollie Kirkland? Is that you?" Amelia said.

"Um, yes. And who might you be?" Oliver asked, concerned.

"It's me, Amelia!" She said. She hugged Francis."And this is Francis! Remember us from high school?"

With that name instantly said, Oliver scowled and folded his arms. Francis and Amelia used to be our old high school bullies. Francis and Oliver had been feuding ever since they were born. Amelia and I used to get along. Then when I started dating Oliver, she instantly hated me. She wanted him all to herself. Fortunately, my Oliver only loves me.

"Ah, yes. I remember you two," Oliver said, unenthused. "What can I get for you?"

"Aw come on, buddie," Francis said, nudging his elbow. "Don't you wanna give your old friend a hug?"

"No I do not, you wanker. Now I have a business to attend to, so unless you want something, I suggest that you leave."

Amelia giggled. "We'll just have 2 red velvets please," she said, flirting with my lover. I was furious at this point. I had to intervene. I ran out from the kitchen and wrapped my arms around Oliver's large body.  

"Oh, hello (Name)," the bitch said to me. I only nodded to her as I got them their food.

Francis chuckled. "Looks like time hasn't been too good to your body, huh Ollie?"

Immediately offended, Oliver shot back, "What the bloody hell was that supposed to mean, frog face?!"

Amelia laughed along with Francis. She knew it was only pushing my buttons.  "It means that you've put on quite a bit of weight since we last saw you, Ollie."

Both of us were now officially pissed off. "You know, we own this place," I said, "I don't appreciate what you said and I have the power to kick you out of this establishment!"

Amelia snickered like the little cunt that she is. "Don't worry, we're leaving," she said as her and Francis began to exit the building. "By the way, (Name)," she said, "Enjoy your fat boyfriend. I'm glad you have him, you're the only one who would want him!" She laughed at us with Francis as she left our shop.

There was an emotion I rarely see on Oliver's face: sadness. Normally, he doesn't get sad. He gets even; but today, he was truly upset. He's been self conscious about himself ever since he had hit 200 pounds. Now that he had put on 130 more, he's become extremely sensitive about his body. I just wish other people saw his new body the way I do. Yet again, I'd probably be extremely jealous if they did. I gave him a comforting hug and told him that we'd talk about it later.

We closed the shop and headed home. The whole drive home was silent. We headed inside and he flopped on the bed face first. He was truly upset. Then I had an idea. I sat on the bed with him, making small strokes along his back.

"It'll be ok sweetheart," I said sweetly. I got no response. I hugged his body as best as I could.

"That frog fucker was right....I've gotten fat..." He said, dismally. "You're not that big dear. You're absolutely perfect in my book," I said consoling him.

"You deserve better than me..." He said, tears almost coming out. Oliver never cried. Sure, people had made fun of his weight, like his little brother Al, but it was just in fun. Francis did it just to be an asshole. Amelia did it out of spite towards me. Well they would pay. I would make sure of it....

"No I do not. I love you more than life itself." He looked up at me and kissed me. We broke apart and stared into each other's eyes. We truly loved one another.

"You know," I said, playing with his hair, "I know for a fact that those two are staying at a hotel two blocks away. How about we bring our death count up to 8? Then we can come back and make love with their blood on our hands!!"

That insane smirk I've come to know and love appeared on his chubby little face. "It'll be my pleasure, love," he said. He jumped off the bed and rummaged through our closet. We had a collection of weapons hidden in a compartment in our closet. He pulled out the box and we selected our tools. I chose a hand gun while he chose his favorite knife. We hid them securely under our clothes and headed to the hotel.

We sent them a bottle of champagne, laced with a powerful paralyzing agent, signed from Amelia's twin brother Alfred. We never liked him either, so it didn't bother us if he was now involved in this murder.

Soon, we managed to "convince" the hotel manager that we were visiting them and he gave us the keys to their room.  

Once there, we opened the door and we found them motionless, on the bed. They had full consciousness, they just couldn't talk or move.

"Hello lovers," I said evilly, "did you miss us?" We walked into the room, locking the door behind us.

"What not talking?" Oliver said sarcastically. "Oh that's right, you can't because we sent you a special champagne that had a paralyzing agent injected into it." He picked up Francis and held his knife to his throat. You could practically feel the fear in the Frenchman's eyes.

"Now, we're going to kill you. This isn't just because of the little fat joke you made earlier. No, this is for all the torture that you little fucks made us go through as children!" Oliver dropped him and let me step in.

I jumped on Amelia's paralyzed body. "Hi there little missy!" I said with a sinister smile wiped across my face. "But we're not going to do the dirty work. No, by no means. We're gonna make you do it!"

I jumped off of Amelia and rolled her on her back. Oliver placed Francis on top of the scared girl. He put the knife into Francis' hand.

"You see, we're going to stage this whole fiasco to look like a murder-suicide!" Oliver yelled in his face.

"We're going to make Francis stab you and then have him shoot himself in the head!" I yelled in Amelia's face. The two looked into each other's eyes. You could practically feel the pain oozing off of them!

Oliver positioned Francis' hand right above Amelia's heart. Fear was seeping through their pores! "Any last words?" He said, "oh wait, you can't talk!!"

He pushed the knife into her chest. Francis was crying at the sight of seeing his lover die. I loved it and so did Oliver!!!  Amelia bled all over the sheet and even some got on Oliver's gloves. Oliver checked her pulse and nodded, signaling that she was dead.

It was my turn. I grabbed Francis and pulled him over to the bathroom. I made him grab the gun, place it on his temple, and placed his index finger on the trigger. I whispered, "This is my payback for making fun of my adorably chubby lover," into his ear. I turned off the safety and pushed his finger inward.

Blood sprayed everywhere and I dropped his body. I checked his pulse and it was no where to be found. Oliver pulled out his cloth and wiped the blood off of my face. He wrapped his pudgy arms around my waist as he swayed to the music that played in the background. I loved the feeling of his thick tummy pressed into my back. He turned me around.

"Love, I need to tell you something," he said, " I've been in love with you since the first day I saw your face, all the way back when we were 16. You've gotten me through so many things. You understand me and how my mind works. Hell, you've even killed for me. I realize looking into your bloodlust filled eyes that I wouldn't want to be with anyone else in my life." He kneeled on one knee. This was it.

"(Name), will you do the honor of becoming my wife? I know that I'm not the greatest looking man in the world, but I'll do anything to make you happy."

I squealed like a little girl and jumped in his arms. "Yes! Yes! I will marry you! I love you so much!" I kissed him passionately.

"And I love you," he whispered into my ear. He carried me bridal style as we walked out of the crime scene.

We came home and immediately began to make love. I loved seeing his plump body. His big belly was just too cute. It was the best sex I've ever had.

After we were done, we snuggled (naked of course). Oliver turned on the tv and put on the news. The headline was a murder-suicide right in the middle of a London hotel. We smiled at each other as he shut it back off. He held me tight against his round body and said, "I can't wait to spend the rest of my life like this....Maybe even with some additions to the two of us..." We had both always loved children. I pecked his lips. "Hopefully, my dear," I said as we rolled over to go to sleep.

I am now a married woman who is 8 months pregnant with little girl. We've decided to name her Vanessa. Hopefully, she looks like her daddy. I can't wait to see her. Oliver is now caressing my large stomach. He kisses me as he does so. I love this chubby man so much, even if we don't have all of our screws in straight.
Note, this is not part of the weight of love series. We're not doing 2ps. Anyway, enjoy. Also, i was thinking of a part 2 to this. Let me know of you want one.
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hetaliaalfredfjones's avatar
The name of the Cupcakery.... I can't....