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Take another bite, then another, and another.

Keep it going fatty.

Good feedees like you don’t stop until I tell you to.

I’ll let you know when you’re finished.

Massage oil lovingly applied to stretch marks

Giddy kisses against soft cheeks and jaws and necks

Soothing belly rubs for a comfortably full belly

Soft spoken reverences exchanged back and forth

-poking someone’s soft belly and saying “you’ve gotten a bit rounder recently”

-coming up behind someone while they’re eating and squishing their belly and telling them that they look cute with all the weight they’ve put on

-patting their belly after they’re stuffed and full from a meal and saying “you’ve got quite the appetite”

-rubbing their tummy while they’re painfully stuffed and saying “aw, did you accidentally overdo it?” in a teasing tone

-grabbing their plush sides that are too big for their tight waistband and telling them their lovehandles are getting thicker

-telling them how they’ve really let themselves go in the recent months, and that you absolutely love it

-grabbing their thighs and pointing out that their legs have gotten all cute and plump too

-making sure there’s always extra of any meal you make for them because they’ve been eating larger helpings recently

-saying they’ve gotten “more comfortable” and “softer” recently but loving that they’re able to relax

And so you gained a little weight.

Then we got married. Everyone gains some weight after marriage. You're happy, you're comfortable, you're secure. It was no different for you. The difference was me. You thought, since you had me, you could let go, but it was actual me who had you. You weren't so much letting go as letting me take you. Coming home with cake on on a regular basis. Running out to get you ice cream in the middle of the night when you ran out. That one time I bought you a whole other burrito after the home cooked meal wasn't quite enough. And of course, ever-flowing praise and encouragement. My hands on you at all times. Orgasms after the second desert. You had finally given in, sunk into the hedonism I was providing you.

And the weight started pouring on.

You were curvy before. I always joked that the first thing I ever noticed about you was your fat ass (which was technically true, since the first glimpse I got of you was from behind while you were browsing the shelves at that bookstore). Well, once you settled into your life with me, that ass got fatter and those thighs swelled. The first 20 lbs accentuated your curves, but the last 30 has filled in your waist and turned that soft tummy into a swollen jiggly belly that's now beginning to hang over your soft fat pussy.

It hasn't gone unnoticed, and yet, it hasn't slowed either of us down. For your part, you can't ignore the fact that about half the clothes you owned before the wedding don't fit, and the other half dig in to the thick layer of soft fat that covers you. Even your flowing sun dresses that I love so much now hug your belly like maternity wear. There's a reckoning coming in the fall when the weather cools down and you're going to realize you don't have a single pair of pants that will button around your thick waist. And yet, you're less shy now than you've ever been when it comes to asking me to go out and buy you another slice of tres leches after dinner.

For my part, I get to take the credit -- or blame, as you like to call it. I just can't help it. You've got such a sweet tooth, and I, by my very nature, have to exploit it. In my defense, I haven't been shy about telling you exactly what I'm doing. How I love to spoil you. How I love the size to which your ass has expanded into and every little dimple therein. How I love the shape and jiggle of your soft belly, even if you are slow to warm up to the idea that a full belly could be an attractive trait. How I think your round face is the cutest thing I've ever seen and the way those chubby cheeks frame your smile is the definition of beauty. I told you from the very beginning that I was going to spoil you, and I wasn't going to complain when you got fat. Well, now you're spoiled and now you're fat and I am far from complaining. I'm obsessed. I can't keep my hands off you. I can't stop the praise and compliments from spilling out of my mouth whenever I'm around you. The sex is amazing and abundant and increasingly more so as your own abundance swells. I'm in awe whenever you're walking around the apartment naked. I'm in heaven when I get to feel the softness of your body pressing against mine. I worship you everyday in every way I know how. Bringing ample offerings to my goddess, while an important aspect of my practice, is just one facet.