Softie 🩷

She'd been loving food lately. But that was only because he had taken up cooking. New recipes, careful attempts, her as his willing taster. She hadn't thought much of it.

He had noticed things she hadn't noticed about herself. That she'd leave in the morning for work without breakfast. That she'd come home ravenous. That she never took care of herself the way she deserved. He couldn't stand it.

So he learned. Quietly, without announcement. And he got good.

One afternoon he left a charcuterie board on the coffee table while she watched her shows. Chips, dip, soda, cupcakes. Then he left for the store.

When he came back, everything was gone. She was asleep on the couch, both hands resting on her belly. Peaceful. Full. Stunning.

A woman who had once denied herself everything, giving in without even realizing it.

The pants weren't going to work. It was rude to keep trying. Her belly and hips had become something else entirely... something that needed more room, more fabric, more grace. Or maybe...?

Caught another glimpse in the mirror, hard to believe she didn't notice her backside. Clearly taking up the real estate needed to shove her belly into these pants. She just hadn't noticed how quickly it had happened. The food was too good. And how could she say no to a man who loved to dote on her? Every favorite food at her fingertips. Queen treatment.

That's it. It had been him the whole time. He said he wanted to make sure she ate, clearly she just didn't think of how often that would be. But didn't she know? Didn't she notice how the food appeared the moment she asked?

Of course she did. She noticed him too. Eyes glued to the curvature of her skin. Something primal in them. Something dark. He stared too long, too aggressively... thought she didn't notice. He couldn't have been more wrong. She thought he was smarter than that.

Not to worry. His watching thrilled her... deeply.

Hmm... fascinating. Did she dare admit that they both bore responsibility? She is the one putting the food to her mouth after all. He doesn't feed her, but he would tell you that he very much wants to.

Flustered and still in need of something to wear, she would return to him soon, but not before satisfying her curiosity. She pulled out her summer clothes, gave her belly a better look, and proceeded with a brief try-on. Not much that fit. Not much that left anything to the imagination.

For right now, she didn't want him to imagine. She wanted to be seen. Some mystery, yes... but she craved ALL of his attention.