chapter 11- reckoning (p5.4)

Time flied while Paul and Claire were having fun. The cruise eventually fell into a familiar routine that both man and wife seemed to enjoy. Whether it was filling their bodies with thick foods and savory alcohols, or relaxing by the pool, they made the most of their stay. Frequent visits to the ship’s spa, were contrasted by the less regular excursions to ports and beaches that provided the newlyweds opportunities to experience the fine dining of various other cultures. The ship was like a mini city on the seas, it had its own barber shop, many restaurants, theaters, jacuzzies, you name it, the ship had it.

It even had its own nail salon, which Claire would sometimes frequent. While she was getting pampered, Paul took those rare occasions sneak off to the gym for the first time in years. He never really enjoyed working out, but he had some motivation this time. He wanted Claire to be fatter than him again and being so overweight certainly wasn’t doing him any favors in that regard. Claire wasn’t the only one who’d started putting on pounds since the wedding, but he was determined to begin flipping the script once they arrived back in the states. All he wanted to do with his exercise during the honeymoon was lay the foundation to begin losing weight when he got home.

As the first few weeks on the honeymoon turned into the better part of two months, Paul had to admit that things had changed for the better between him and Claire. It seemed his wife had, for the time being, shed her bodily insecurities and was reveling in indulging to her hearts content. If the change wasn’t just noticeable in her mood, it was painfully obvious on her figure.

What had once been a trim little waist, with just the softest bit of excess flesh around her ribs and sides, had turned into a full-on belly. Even without Paul’s prodding and encouragement, Claire regularly ate until she was stuffed helpless. She tended to eat the most late at night when they got drunk, but she filled herself plenty at every meal. Paul didn’t know which was better, the sex with his frequently stuffed wife, or cuddling up with her at night and cradling her swollen gut.

He loved that he could now sink his fingers into her fleshy midsection. He loved the look in her eyes when she got too bloated from eating. Her eyes would stare at him, as if pleading for his help in soothing her stomach with a sensual massage that would lead into something far more pleasurable for her. Claire was getting a little tubby, and he was loving it. She’d opened up and let him take care of her in every way.. well.. nearly every way.

Sex was still something Claire was still a little stubborn about, although at least their communication had improved. He now knew Claire’s preference for being on top was mainly because she found it much easier to climax from the position, although she liked to joke that Paul had gotten to big to be on top anymore. It was a small point of contention between the two, Paul didn’t mind letting Claire be on top most of the time, but sometimes he would prefer that they mix things up. If only Claire wasn’t so stubborn about how they did things. The sex certainly wasn’t bad, in fact, since Claire had gained weight again, it had been better than ever, but doing the same thing every night got stale. Paul wanted to mix things up, he just needed a good excuse to take over in the bedroom.

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