When dreams become heavy cream.

That her need to let endless, smelly, and loud farts out freely

Like it's such a relaxing concept for me.

I get home from a rough but successful day,

With some kinda of Togo take out. Something like 2 full orders of chili's cheeseburger sliders with fries.

All for my over 500lbs and growing wife who is starting to work less, and grow more, sitting on our shrinking love seat no pants waiting for me

And her treat.

I take a shower will she snacks, I've the oven and other cooking instruments prepared and heating. My fat lazy dream wife isn't done eating, even though me her happy husband, was the one on his feet, after I'm clean I give her practice massaging of her feet, while she eats😏😏

Hours later, after she devours enough to feed a family of 5 while guzzling alternately beer and soda, I give her a belly message, and help her to bed, give her a sponge bath while her gut digests a new calorie record, all while she listens to my ramblings, my reaction to how she expands my sexual passion for enjoying her reveling in her addiction to hedonistic compulsory instincts, and endures spontaneous tounge lashes all over her soft jiggly fatness.

To me