Chapter 16

****Laura****

I loved waking up on the weekends in a warm bed, sunlight beaming through our windows. I loved watching Alan struggle a bit like a turtle on his back as he tried to get out of bed, his ever growing gut always getting in his way. I loved watching him stretch, putting both hands against his lumbar region as he arched his back, his incredibly spherical belly sticking out so far. I loved seeing the way he looked at me as I laid there smiling back up at him.

I wasn't yet positive that I loved the way I grunted as I tried to sit up, my round belly stubbornly thwarting my efforts. I wasn't sure I loved the the feel of my plump tummy sitting on my soft thighs as I sat up. I wasn't sure I loved the way I had to adjust my panties each morning, as my growing ass tried to eat them.

But I didn't hate it anymore, and that was important. There were times I still got mildly annoyed at something, and increasingly rare situations where I'd freak out about the number on the scale or the size tag on my pants. Alan was always there, however, loving me and encouraging me to love myself. There are even days now where I can call my pot belly "cute", or admire the curves of my lower body.

Sometimes I laugh to myself as I think back to our silly struggles for control. The way we tried to control each other, and even the way we tried to control ourselves. It's a big hurdle in marriage to let go of control. Once you do, once you really start to trust, I think you can learn something wonderful about the person you married . . . and even about yourself.

I thought about these things as I showered, soaping up my soft, curvaceous form. In a way, each pound was a sign of my trust in Alan, a sign of surrender, a sign of knowing I was enjoyed. To others, we were probably just another couple who relaxed and starting letting ourselves go once we were married and comfortable. To us, however, it was so very much more . . .

I squealed as the shower curtain was suddenly ripped aside. Alan stood there, just as naked as I, a smile on his lips and hunger in his eyes.

"Room for one more?" he asked.

"Always," I said.

I smiled as I pulled him in, the warm spray cascading over our bodies . . .




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