it would be so hot being with someone you love and watching them get more comfortable around you, letting their guard down and with it, letting their desires take over in the form of decadent food and a softening midsection. as they got fatter, our sex life would just get hotter.
Less and less time in the gym as insecurities fade, as confidence rises. Muscles melting away into layers of growing fat, a body more suited for comfort in a secure relationship. Their guard slowly being let down, allowing you to make more fattening foods and allowing you to get him to snack more. A truly beautiful downward spiral into an obese hubby.
Them starting to take bigger and bigger portions of the food you make, them walking around in bigger clothes or less clothes so you can see your handy work. Those delightful moments of being able to see and notice each new bulge and ripple. Learning all the ways to make them feel relaxed and want to stay and cuddle and eat…
Them noticing your undeniable attraction to their growing pudge and using it to drive you absolutely batshit with lust. Making a point out of ordering two plates and a dessert at a restaurant and watching you squirm in your seat. Inviting belly rubs on the couch at home because it feels good but also because it makes your face change colors and you look so adorably hilarious when you get aroused. Using their weight to overpower you in bed, knowing and reveling in the fact that you’re powerless to resist them not only physically but mentally, totally incapable of thinking of anything but how big and soft and sexy they are. Maybe sometimes they sit on u
