chapter 3

The ebb and flow of Lake Aranel's light waves rocked El Gato Azul around them as she lay in
his arms, naked, warm, her flesh expanding outward around her. She could feel the slight
movements of the boat in her full belly as his arm lay asleep across it. Her stomach grumbled,
and she longed for a meal. The one pleasure she was denied when they went out on the lake was
the snacks readily available that she munched on constantly throughout the week.
Her husband snored slightly into her hair behind her neck, then coughed, and woke up. "Mi
Corazon," he purred and squeezed her to him. She smiled as she felt his strong arms sink into her
soft corpulent body. "I'm a little hungry." She stated sweetly, "I could spend all day out here with
you on the water, but I get so hungry sometimes."

"I know," he said, "you are a woman of tremendous appetite. That is why I had an ice box and a
grill loaded onto the boat."

"You did, why?" She pushed her torso up so she could look at him; her belly still squished itself
onto the bed and his body, her heavy breasts swayed as they hung from her chest.
He reached up and rubbed her soft shoulder and upper arm, "I know you find pleasure in food,
and I want to make you happy."

"So you don't mind that I got so fat because food brings me pleasure."

"No, my heart," he said and kissed her, "Like I said earlier, you are not fat."

She looked at him curiously, how could he deny that she had become obese? Her body was twice what it was when they married, and on top of that all of her muscle had vanished into flab from her lethargic
lifestyle.

He continued, "To me, love, you are exactly the same as the day I first saw you: the most beautiful thing I will ever lay eyes on. It doesn't matter how fat you become, you are still my heart."

She bit her bottom lip and smiled at him, blushing. "You do not mind that I am so much older than you, do you?" He asked running his hands through the salty grey developing in his hair. She shook her head no, "I love you, she replied, "That's all that matters."

"And, I love you too," he pulled her heavy body to him, "All the pounds of flesh you have added
to yourself don't matter. My love is everlasting and unconditional. And admittedly, as I noticed
you started to soften up I found it appealing that you were so comfortable." He began tracing
some of her stretch marks on her hips with his fingers, "And, if being lazy and over-indulgent is
what makes you happy then that is what I want for you."

"You make me happy." There was a smile in her voice.

He kissed her neck, "Admittedly, I expected you to soften up when we married. You worked a
physical job all day in and all day out, and you were going to become a housewife with nothing
physical to do. It would only be natural that you softened. I did not expect you to have such an
appetite, but I love you for that too."

"Speaking of my appetite?" She teased, "There was mention of a grill and an icebox?"

"Yes," he said, "I have steaks and potatoes that we can grill, and ice cream for dessert, and of
course some champagne, and that white wine you like, the German one."

"I could stay out here forever." She purred knowing that it wouldn't happen. She knew on Monday he would go back to work at the bank, and she would be snacking on the couch to make herself
fatter while waiting for him to come home, but at least now he admitted how he felt about her body,
and for now she was with him, in her favorite place: his arms, and in his favorite place: on the
lake.