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I can’t decide if I think you got super fit or super fat. The anticipation 👀

Been a while and I can’t stop thinking about taking the most extreme contrast pictures with someone..

#I want to be a fraction of your size #gimme pleaseee #weight contrast #me #ffa

what I love most about body contrast is that feels like the only reason I'd ever want to be really skinny is so that I could ensure my partner eats as much as possible. I don't want to eat. I want YOU to eat.

#chubby #weight contrast #feedism kink

Udagawa Tomoe had checked the bed over a dozen or more times, patting down the mattress and stretching out the covers. It didn’t just need to be the perfect comfiness for her first night as a married woman; it needed to be the perfect size, too. At this point though, she was anxiously sitting on the bed’s edge, having loosened the necktie of her suit and unbuttoned half of her shirt. She stared at the tiny crack between the two halves of the master suite’s bedroom door, waiting with truly baited breath for it to swing open.

For a moment, she decided to lighten the mood. With a smirk, she lowered her head and pictured her wife’s fat ass, stuck in the double-door wide doorway. With a deft lick of her lips, Tomoe snickered as she gleefully pictured Uehara Himari squealing and moaning, her gigantine ass squidged between such an immense frame.

It’s not funny, Tomoe!!

You made me this big! He-eelp!

Tomoe blushed, realising that no matter how turned on it would’ve made her to watch her lardass of a wife wiggle about in the doorway, she would gladly rush to her side and push if need be. She’d do just about anything if Himari commanded it, after all. She’d made her this big already, just by waiting her widening body on hand-and-foot. Himari wanted ice cream? Consider it done. Ramen? I’ll start the oven. Doughnuts? They were as good as in her soft belly already.

As Tomoe lost herself in the adorable picture of a two-metre wide Himari, the doors did inevitably swing open. With just the slightest squeak, and woman who wasn’t quite as wide as that strode on through with an expression that wouldn’t be out of place on a world champion.

“Tomoe~!” Uehara Himari gloated greedily, sauntering into the room with a toss of her head. “My husband!” She giggled, ultimately throwing herself forwards and letting Tomoe rise to hug her. They truly were a married couple, now. They were even in their wedding night’s suite, XXL bed and all.

“My wife,” Tomoe echoed Himari’s sentiment eagerly, trying not to grope her wife’s plentiful love-handles through the fabric of her tight dress. “My wife…” Finding she enjoyed the words more than she’d imagined, Tomoe repeated herself a few times, snuggling deeper into Himari’s massively soft chest as she did. “Himari,” after a moment however, Tomoe stepped back. “Did you… Lose weight?” She asked all of a sudden, almost aghast with surprise. Her wife was almost slim; packed into her dress like her life depended on it.

Himari’s head cocked. She almost looked offended. As if Tomoe had just asked any other girl if she’d gained weight. “Aha…” After a second, she laughed sheepishly, rubbing the back of her head and then her belly with a wholly reddening expression. “About that, Tomoe,” with a gulp, Himari’s other hand joined her first in clutching the hang of her stomach as it tested the stitching of her dress.

“What’s up?” Tomoe promptly regressed on having taken a step back, happily walking back into Himari’s embrace, letting her flawless suit-front plap against her wife’s squidgy tummy. Compared to her, Himari was an out-of-shape landwhale. “You know you don’t need to keep secrets from me.” She smiled, pulling the tubby girl in close. Close enough that Tomoe could feel Himari’s heartbeat through her belly.

“W-Well,” Himari laughed to herself uneasily. “When they measured me for my dress, they told me not to get any fatter…” With another blush, the weighty girl gave her belly a little grope, pinching its flab between her forefingers. “But…” She blushed again.

“But?” Tomoe shook her head. Of course Himari couldn’t stay in shape for her own wedding. There was absolutely nothing stopping this girl from plumping up. “How much bigger did you get?” With a roll of her eyes, Tomoe pressed her gradually hardening cock against Himari’s doughy belly. Such a soft stomach was practically the perfect spot for something like that; Tomoe could just grind and rut away as she pleased, and all Himari would do was blush.

Himari swallowed, rubbing her love handles as Tomoe began to grind against her gut. “Two kilos,” she admitted, still apparently getting used to the fact that her immense size was something of a boon to her new husband. “In two weeks.” With a truly intense round of blushing, one of Himari’s hands strode up to pinch at her double-chin. “L-Like a real fatty, huh?”

Tomoe’s response was instant. “You got that right.” She sneered, with a thrust against Himari’s wedding dress. “Too greedy to even slow down for your wedding, huh?” She smiled, looking behind herself and wondering if she could just toss this lardass clean onto the mattress.

Himari nodded, her hands too anxious to touch Tomoe. Instead, they roamed about her obese body; poking at fat rolls, and pinching her dress’ intensely tight fabric. “I was so worried after I weighed myself that,” with a tremendous swallow, Himari finally looked her husband in the eye. “I’ve just been sucking it in all day…” Her voice pitched as she felt Tomoe’s cock jab her in an especially meaty spot.

“What?!” Tomoe laughed, her eyes nearly teary. “Sucking it in all day?” With a much calmer chuckle, Tomoe tried to reign herself in. “It’s like high-school Himari, all over again…” Patting her wife on her plushy behind, Tomoe squeezed her in close. Close enough that she could feel every undulating roll and fold of her huge wife.

“At least I’m bigger than her!” Himari pouted, playing along with Tomoe’s toying with her. “A lot bigger…” She marvelled, looking down at her body. Himari couldn’t see much past her K-cups, but she knew she was obese. She could feel that much, at the very least. “But, for real,” with a squeaky tint to her voice, Himari wrapped her own arms around Tomoe’s tight tummy. Tight, muscular and fit. With a snuggle against her husband’s abs, Himari asked what might’ve been the biggest question of the night. “C-Can I stop sucking in, now?”

Tomoe breathed out slowly, patting Himari’s head as she fought the desire to laugh at her. “Of course you can. You can just let it all go, now.” With a nod, Tomoe closed her eyes and imagined all the years to come; Himari truly letting go. Himari letting her appetite consume her. In a few years, Tomoe would be lifting about her immobile lardass of a wife, helping her get her prescribed ten minutes of daily cardio. It’d be heaven.

“Th-Thanks…” Himari squeaked, and then let her flabby belly sag. The two — or perhaps, three — kilos of blubber she’d gained since being measured let themselves be known, immediately. “D-Don’t blame me if it rips, OK?” With a slow moan, Himari felt the dress loosen around her as seam and ties began to tear. Everything relaxed, unwrapped and unfurled. It was as if Himari was undressing herself. Himari’s flabby body was revealed in a truly luscious manner as the dress ripped around her. The seams along her flanks busted apart, letting love-handles squish and bulge on through. Her tubby tummy became positively gigantic, in a matter of seconds. The bottom-half of the dress fell to the floor with a lifeless flutter, leaving Himari clothed in nought but her frilly panties and the top-half of her dress. “M-Maybe I’ve gotten a bit tubby…” Forcing herself to speak up, Himari gladly put the cherry on the top of it all with a teasing roll of her hammy hips.