Dear Little Hubby...

Chapter 1 - Dear little hubby...

I wish that I could make you eat the whole thing.

I think that often of you, sweetheart. We eat a lot of delicious foods because we live to be happy and in love, and even if being with me has expanded your belt by a notch you still eat quite reasonably. Part of this is exemplified when you get super antsy at the idea of chugging anything--so we'll leave that idea off the table.

Just a nice, old-fashioned, stuffing session.

I get to lie you in the bed comfortably, set up the pillows, pick up some of your favorite snacks as an appetizer and get a TV show running. I genuinely love talking to you about shows and movies that we watch, so as much as it's the cover for my little slice of heaven--this is all a win-win. We just settle in with them nearby.

Then some food shows up. Perhaps takeout, maybe we cooked earlier. Tonight you're feeling like a sweetheart so it's a tray of brownies this time, and I wish you could go to your limits for me without the fear you already have. What I would give to treat you like a little plump idol, putting brownies slice after slice up to your expecting lips mere moments after you finish the one before it. Slake your thirst with a beverage of choice--upon request, of course--and rub your burgeoning belly when you need a break. I'd literally do anything for you just to watch you demolish a tray of cookies or a full cake, then tend to you in the aftermath and treat you like a prince.

Your figure is already dashingly handsome! The way you looked when we met was of course attractive, but our relationship has padded you out in the most sensual ways possible. You must know that I don't care, with the way I fawn over your soft little gut. With the way I stumble over my words the second you mention a weight gain. I desperately want to cradle the belly of the sexiest guy I know, just stuffed to the brim with a food that makes his little heart happy. I want to see that special little indulgent sphere, and perhaps even hope that it sticks around a little longer if it wants to on your beautiful body.

So come on, dear little hubby. Go ahead and have more--I wish you would. And when you wonder if you should have seconds, think about my smiling face kissing the fullest belly you've ever had--and ask yourself what you think her answer would be.

Please, eat the rest. Eat even more. Because I'm ready to say my dear "big" hubby in my head and have it be true.

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i just wanted to write something that wasn't fully story-story that might still entertain, anyway i'm tired goodbye