Mine's pretty simple. She is plump or chubby, we meet, we fall in love, I buy her a nice ring, ask her to marry me, she says yes, we get married, go on a honeymoon cruise, she comes home with 11 new pounds, clearly visiible. Over the next year she "takes off the brakes" and, simply, gets fat.
We live together in love and harmony and fights and laughter, like any couple, but her body gets heavier and bigger. I watch her walk around our place and marvel and how much weight she's gained. She's really a fat girl now! My little blimp/butterball whom i adore and treasure and spoil, my little "fat ass" with her plump, full, smiling face and apron belly and cottage cheese.
Whatever else happens in life, this is wonderful. She totally loves the attention and feeling like a fattened princess. I show her off to the world, too.
I keep myself in great shape, stay sexy for my fat love.
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