(Y)Our Growing Love

You were so skinny when we met, I almost looked straight past you. Seeing you that fateful day, I could never have dreamed my life would turn out so...wonderful. Of course, you were beautiful. With high cheekbones and shining eyes, and hair the colour of my favourite dark chocolate, anyone would have been lucky to have you. But, for some reason, you made it clear you wanted me.

At first, it was strange. Someone, well, my size being with one so minuscule. The more time, however, that we spent together, the more I grew to love you. You seemed so pleased with me - all of me - that I thought, perhaps, you wouldn't mind a little extra yourself.

It took you a while to notice. You loved my cooking so much that you didn't mind when I served you increasingly larger portions. Even when I seduced you into going back for seconds, you remained oblivious. Italian was your favourite, all of that carb-laden pasta, the tantalising sauces, and wonderful mesh of flavours. And the cheese - you always said that was your favourite part. All-too-consumed with the food you, well, consumed, you failed to notice the changes that were gradually beginning to take place.

When I noticed your belly that very first time, I could not have been happier. What had once been toned and almost concave was softening, and beginning to push outwards. Over your jeans, snuggling against your belt and surely hiding it from your view. It was the tiniest of muffin tops, but every time I saw it I was overcome with chills.

The more time that passed, the more your appetite increased. It was surprising, how you still hadn't noticed. Or maybe you had, but chose to ignore it. Dinner became a three course affair, with seconds for dessert more often than not. A small bowl of fibre flakes at breakfast time became a pot of chocolate cereal. Lunch went from a healthy meal of ham and salad sandwiches to a continuous series of lollies, chips, and other snacks throughout the afternoon.

Whenever I could, I'd watch you shovel mouthful after huge mouthful down your throat until your belly bloated outwards, straining against your shrinking t-shirts, sometimes shyly peaking out from beneath the hem. Every morning it seemed to have shrunk less and less overnight, which pleased me more than you can know. That muffin top grew larger, pushing outwards to rest on widening hips that led around to a ballooning backside. I hadn't noticed at first, but your jeans were fighting to keep everything in, as those once chicken-like thighs came to resemble jiggling tree-trunks. You quickly discarded all form-fitting denim, and stuck to the elastic-waisted breeziness of sweat pants.

It was sad when you lost your job. The company decided to downsize, and though you volunteered to save some of your friends from unemployment, it still hit you hard. Sitting around at home all day, you'd nothing else to do but eat. As I'd no job myself, I spent my days seated beside you on the couch, sneaking bite after oversized bite between your lips. If I thought I could get away with it, I'd run my fingers along your double chin as I took my hand away. I loved the soft feel of it, and how it wobbled delightfully as you chewed and chewed and chewed.

Pizza became a daily occurrence, and we ordered take away now as much as I still cooked. The more you ate, the hungrier you became, and soon my cooking alone wasn't enough to satiate your incredulous appetite. By now, you'd noticed what was happening. Brought it up a few times in conversation. I soothed your fears, convincing you that you were overreacting - it was just a little weight. Nothing too serious.

Sprawled on the couch, however, almost completely inactive, the excess food was having a more and more visible effect on you. Soon, you stopped believing my lies. It was clear that your belly had grown, bloated outwards to rest on your far more ample lap. Even breathing caused the soft flesh to jiggle like the red jelly you loved so much. And though you spent so much time sitting down, it was still clear to see how much your backside had swelled when the middle of our three-seater couch became far too little a confine for you. The heavier you became, the less you moved, and the more you ate. So the heavier you became.

I loved it - every last second of it. Sitting atop your distended stomach, I fed you day in and day out. Everything we had in the house and then some more, and more on top of that. When at last your chest became larger I was delighted, as it seemed nothing was ever going to change. Once it started to grow, it caught up quickly, inflating as though pumped full of air, and sinking to rest on your augmented gut. Pretty soon you took on an almost completely rounded shape; your beefy arms stuffed like sausages into your sleeves, your hands and feet both big and puffy, even your cheeks enlarged, as though making room for your increasingly sizeable mouthfuls.

Twelve months passed since the day that we met, and I was overcome with joy at how much our love had...expanded. Hauling your mammoth frame from the now-sagging sofa, I helped you toward the bedroom. Your bulging hips swayed heavily with every step, squishy loves handles flopping gently against them, with even your shoulders brushing along the walls of our narrow hallway. Stepping sideways through the door to our room, you lay on the bed, extracting a tired groan from the not-yet-reinforced iron. I helped you out of your clothes - which had again become too small - and straddled what I could of your billowing thighs. Felt every last bit of your adipose squish to accommodate my own growing body. Once again I rewarded you for your wonderful efforts, and then you slept, snoring loudly as you dreamed.

As the months went past, we married and had children. I don't think I've ever seen your belly grow so fast as it did whilst we were expecting. Come our three year anniversary, you were wholly immobile, reaching a weight no industrial scale could hold. Every inch of your amplified body was luxurious; just once glance would send me crazy. The longer we are together, the bigger you become, and the more I realise just how much I love you. All of you.

And, I realise just how much I want this love to never, ever, end.