Perfect Wife

I could hear my husband growling in my ear, his hands roughly manhandling my body. I blushed uncontrollably.

After we'd married, my husband's startup had boomed with incredibly speed and luck, becoming one of the most advanced companies in his field, which allowed us to have a life far better than what we ever imagined. He'd made sure to shower me with gifts as often as possible as soon as he was able, which I'd always insist wasn't necessary - I didn't want him to waste so much money, but if there was one thing he knew I couldn't resist was food.

It started with boxes of my favorite chocolate and bonbons, none of which I was able to refuse. I just loved the chocolatey taste and delectable sweetness so much, I'd always finish the boxes clean. Then he started taking me out more often, which was always nice and fun for both, even as the restaurants got more high scale and he started ordening more and more food, most of which I'd end up finishing so it wouldn't go to waste. Then he'd order take out delivery to the house while he was at work for me to eat, saying he didn't want me to waste time cooking anymore.

Everything was so incredibly thoughtful and sweet I just couldn't say no. I ate every meal, every sweet gift, every high calorie drink he bought me - it seemed to make him so happy.

Of course, it didn't come without consequences.

Soon my body changed to match my lifestyle and eating habits - a soft, plush gut emerged in my middle, pushing further against all my shirts. More often than not it would be bloated, sticking out noticeably from my body after chowing down all the delicious food my husband got me, becoming just a little softer by the end of the day.

And he loved it. His hands would be on me whenever he could have them, grabbing my fat and playing with it, even when we were out in public. He'd claim to anyone who listened that I was the perfect, most supportive wife in the world while pinching my love handles and I'd blush like a silly schoolgirl every time. No matter how much he spoiled me, I was perfect to him and perfectly his.

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