chapter 2

On our wedding day, you look breathtaking. I could tell your gown was just a little too tight on your chubby belly, and it turns me on all day. During the reception, you take a break from dancing to enjoy a second slice of cake, and your father pulls me aside.

“I can tell you’re making my baby girl very happy,” he says.

“Thank you, sir,” I reply unsure of where this was going. I mean, we were already married.

“You know how I can tell?” he asks rhetorically, “because she’s eating again. You have no idea how happy it makes her mother and I to see her finally eating again. She’s been starving herself for years trying to find a husband. She’s been just miserable. You know, she’s always been an eater. I’m not sure if she told you, but she was a very fat child. We tried to curb her appetite, but nothing could stop her. Eventually we gave in, and she just ballooned. But she was so happy. I would do anything to see my daughter that happy again.”

“I want to make your daughter very happy, sir,” I promise, “I will do whatever it takes.”

“Good. That’s what I wanted to hear. Now take this,” he hands me an envelope, “this is to guarantee that my daughter is always taken care of. She should never have to work. She should never have to lift a finger.”

“I understand, sir.” I open the envelope and see a check for $2 million.

"She shouldn't know about this," your father added. "This is between you and I - I don't want her worrying about the ins and outs of how her life is afforded. She should only indulge in her every desire."

"Absolutely," I assure him. I'm stunned, and a little shaky. As I tuck the check into my pocket, I start to really take it in. I feel as though I've won the lottery. My beautiful bride just wants to be a lazy, gluttonous hog, and her father wants to pay for it.

As we get in the car to leave our reception, I help you pry your shoes off your swollen, chubby feet. You eat leftover wedding cake out of a to-go container and ask me to unzip your dress. As you moan in relief and lick frosting off your fingers, I can't help but imagine just how fat I'm going to make you.