Too hard to stay skinny (commissioned)

chapter 1

Your face involuntarily lights up as you look up from your emails in response to hearing your wife’s keys in the door as she unlocked it. She would be returning from another tiring workout at the gym, that she had been religiously attending three times a week minimum so far this year. She refused to let all the stress and restrictions around covid affect her toned and muscular figure, not like she was seeing so many people around her doing. While you respect her decision and unwavering discipline, privately you were disappointed with this resolve. Your wife is always smoking hot to you, but really what you longed for was more of her to enjoy.

You admire her in her workout gear as she came in the door, the sweat making them cling to her perfectly around her alluring curves. Her body was muscular at the moment, but you’d love to see her gorgeous figure much fuller and all those curves be filled out to their greater potential. Alas, she had also limited her favourite sweet treats recently, to not fall into the common trap of ‘getting fat after marriage’. She worried what others would think if she let herself go, and she intended to keep her husband, thank you very much! Even if all the restrictions and tiring workouts made her miserable deep down.

Her face looked tired and defeated until she made eye contact with you and returned your smile. She stiffly shuffled over so you could embrace each other and share a brief, but passionate, kiss. You rubbed her muscular and tense thighs. “Still sore from leg day?”

“Am I ever! I just hope it subsides before the aches from todays workout hit, it’s like an endless cycle of…” her face collapsed a little as her sentence trailed off, before she sighed and followed suit into the chair before you.

“My workout buddies went out for pizza and dessert after our session today,” she lamented, “they felt that we’d been working so hard lately that we all deserved to spoil ourselves. And I really wanted to go. But I just couldn’t!”

Slumped in the chair, she grabbed and held some pinched skin at either side of her midsection. “It’s not like I’m really skinny anyway, I can’t afford to let myself become some fat slob!”

“Sweetie, that’s not even fat – that’s skin. It holds your inside bits in!” You reassured her as you caressed her stomach, imagining what it would be like covered in handfuls of soft fat. She went to recoil away but surprised you by gently relaxing back and enjoying your touch there.

“It just gets so hard being so strict with myself. I just feel sore and tired all the time, I can’t eat foods that I like…I just wish I could have some relief,” she admitted as she was reluctantly enjoying you rubbing her belly.

“Is now a bad time to mention that I bought a whole box of those cookies you love?”
“OMG, why would you do that?”

“Well, I agree with your workout friends…you deserve a good spoiling! How about just one weekend off? Just the weekend – starting now, as it’s Friday – you let me feed you your favourite things and treat you like the queen that you are.”
“I can’t become some big fatty wobbling all over or under you though!” She exclaimed, climbing up to straddle your lap.

“How do you know that?” You asked, cheekily bouncing her where she sat, “and how do you know you wouldn’t love being a chubby girl? Or…that I wouldn’t love it?”

Her eyes narrowed into yours, and you momentarily caught a flash of your intense lust returned. “I guess I don’t,” she admitted. “You’d better go and get those cookies then”.