Ateitall

P U D G E…

(POV: You just noticed your partner gained a lil weight, and you realize you’re pretty into it)

…is what happens just before someone becomes actually fat, when every inch of someone’s body has grown just a bit softer. When a belly starts gently pressing against a t shirt that used to fit perfectly. A belly that can still be more or less concealed, but it just takes some more effort now. The tugging of a t shirt away from one’s middle. Love handles that protest against a pair of jeans that’s one size too small. The subtle added fullness to a person’s face when they’ve put on a few. The confliction between a person’s appetite and their vanity.

You sit there wishing you could tell them not to worry, that they’re just as ravishing as ever. But you can’t, cus that would be to admit that they look different. So you sit there in quiet admiration of them. Hoping they take it upon themselves to keep eating and fret less about their slowly swelling middle.

You want so desperately to reach your palms out and gently press against their tummy. Feel the hint of plushness that wasn’t there before. The urge is so strong but so is your hesitation, your embarrassment for taking such pleasure in something others hardly even think of. This internal battle with yourself gets you flustered and your cheeks start to flush. It’s as if not touching their belly is as hot as touching it.

You finally nuzzle into them, lay your head on a chest that has more give than before. You slowly, casually inch your hand down from where it was towards this novel hill of roundness, where a valley was before. You finally feel your finger pads graze against their stomach.

Cottage core once again meats bdsm.