View Full Version : Plumpening and Tickling Sally - by Lolly
06-05-2006, 07:41 PM
Plumping and Tickling Sally
'She danced on her toes, giggling crazily as he began to tickle her exposed belly ferociously.'
She was dressed in her favourite denim short-shorts, cut across the hips, and a clean white snugly-fitting t-shirt, standing over the kitchen sink scrubbing vegetables. Daydreaming, the radio news murmuring from across the room, she stared out the window at the sunset, enjoying the feel of cool water running over her hands on this warm summer evening. She was happy, reflecting upon her situation, loving her husband, her quiet and cosy home, her challenging work, and the life she and Dan had made together.
Preoccupied as she was, she didn't hear Dan enter the room, didn't notice he was there until she felt his arms slip around her and his strong fingers gently tickling her sides and belly. Sally giggled, turning to embrace her husband, and purposefully splashed water in his face.
"Hey!" Dan tightened his grip round her waist and smacked her bottom, "You're just asking for trouble, aren't you?"
"Couldn't help myself, and besides, you were tickling me!"
"Oh, come on now, you like it when I tickle you," Dan replied, and grabbed her ribs beneath her shirt, simultaneously nuzzling his wife's thick auburn hair.
Sally screeched, and jumped back from the sink, wrapping her arms around her for protection. She quickly calculated whether it would be faster to run for the kitchen door or the back door that led out to the garden ... not quick enough, though.
Dan calmly turned off the water, then lunged at her, grabbing her wrists with one hand and pulling her arms up above her head as she tried to wriggle away from him. Her husband was a large man, at 6'4", and a former university athlete. He was a full foot taller than Sally and built like a rock. Dan loved the feel of her soft smooth flesh against his muscular hardness. Dan stared down at his beloved as she squealed and squirmed beneath him, her bright green eyes growing huge with fear as he read her thoughts. "Ha! You know you're in for it now, don't you, little missy?"
She did indeed. "Oh, Dan, no, no, no!"
"Sorry, baby, no use begging. The executioner has spoken!"
Sally knew her goose was cooked as he held her arms taut, using his free hand to lift her shirt, tucking it into the top of her bra. She danced on her toes, giggling crazily as he began to tickle her exposed belly ferociously.
06-05-2006, 07:43 PM
'Her mother began to wonder why her little girl, who seemed to eat so moderately and to be fairly active, was putting on weight.'
Sally had always been ticklish, and had grown up with an older sister and a younger brother who made the most of this weakness, ganging up on her and tormenting her until she begged for mercy and agreed to anything they wanted - which usually involved emptying out her piggy bank or sharing her supposedly secret chocolate stash. Sally had never come up with an equally diabolical plan for exacting her revenge, and had learned to keep quiet about this ticklish vulnerability for years, making her way safely through university and several years of adulthood without any of her boyfriends suspecting that they could torture her in this particular fashion.
Then, one day, when she and Dan had only been dating a few months, they were invited to her sister and brother-in-law's home for dinner. It was during this evening that Sally's sister Barbara brought up their old childhood torment, and blabbed to Dan that Sally was very ticklish all over, and especially on her belly, and that you could make her do anything if you just held her down and tickled her long enough. Dan had smiled at Sally long and hard during this announcement, and she knew then that she was in for it, as did everyone else at the table. She felt embarrassed, and mortified that her sister had said this, but at the same time, she felt a tingle inside her tummy at the way Dan pinned her to her seat with his big brown eyes and wide smile.
Barbara, a wicked grin at her own husband, said, "Oh, sorry, sis! Was that a secret? Did I say something I shouldn't have?"
Bob, her brother-in-law, smiled warmly at Sally, and shrugged his shoulders, "Sorry, Sal, you know how Barb is, I can’t do a thing with her!" But clearly, they were all enjoying this, and Dan wasn't shy at all about thanking Barb for the tip. "That will be an excellent form of wife control if she gets out of hand!" he added, and Sally spoke up then, "And just who says I’m going to marry you, buddy? You're very confident!"
"Yes, I am very confident, that's one of the things you love about me" Dan grinned, and wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her to him. She had known then that he was right, she would marry him, and that nothing would make her happier.
One guilty pleasure Sally had managed to keep secret (once she moved away from her siblings) was her little jewellery box, which contained no jewellery, but an ever-ready supply of chocolates, all of her favourite kinds - dark and milk, solid and caramel, nuts or no nuts (it was a generously proportioned jewellery box). Sally's secret sin, since about the age of ten when she began to get her own allowance, had been to tuck up into her bed at night with her fluffy pillows behind her back, a good book in one hand, and a packet of chocolate bonbons in the other. She could read like this for several hours, nibbling away as she went, in her own private paradise.
Her tummy soon grew from this nightly ritual, and her mother began to wonder why her little girl, who seemed to eat so moderately and to be fairly active, was putting on weight. Thankfully, Mother was not overly concerned or too analytical about this, and never considered secret chocolate stashes. Sally ate on.
By puberty, she had a plump little belly and behind, which did not make her unhappy in the least. Being confident and bright and bubby, Sally always had plenty of friends around, and she was fortunately attracted to the same types of boys who liked her - usually way too smart and very un-athletic sort of boys who wanted to grow up and be astronomers or physicists. Sally liked a boy with a brain. A well-developed mind, combined with a kind heart and a clever wit, turned her on in every imaginable way.
It wasn't until Sally got to university that she began to diet, developing a diet habit like so many of her girlfriends, exchanging fat and calorie and sugar gram counters and working out obsessively at the campus gym together. It was as much a bonding ritual as anything. After graduation and throughout her twenties, Sally's habit of always being on some sort of diet continued, as did her exercising, but she never had the heart to get rid of her jewellery box ritual, and so she always maintained a plumpness perhaps a bit beyond her supposed "ideal" weight.
Being a psychology graduate student, it did begin to dawn on Sally one night, while eating a pint of Ben and Jerry's Chunky Monkey ice cream alone in her apartment, that part of her must have liked her extra flesh, or else she would stop eating the sweets and get rid of her tummy. But, finding this paradox unfathomable, given that all of her friends were killing themselves to look like sticks, she stuffed the thought away by finishing her ice cream and curling up with a Jung biography. She fell asleep with her book over her face, and (unknowingly) a little smile on her face from her belly feeling satisfyingly full and poking happily out over the top of her shortie pajama bottoms.
Years later, when she met Dan, she realized he was different from the usual type of man she dated. Dan definitely had a brain, but he was also an athlete, and when they met during a child advocacy conference, Sally had been surprised to find herself immediately attracted to him. He was a jock, in some ways, but mostly, he was kind and compassionate, and loved the work he did with kids. Sally liked his genuineness, his warmth, his sense of humour and the way his big arms pulled her into him in a tight bear hug. She liked that, when she once commented over dinner that she should skip dessert because she could stand to lose about twenty pounds, Dan had looked at her as though she were nuts, and said, "I think you look fantastic. I like a woman with curves. Don't bother skipping food on my account." Then he had ordered dessert for both of them, and a bottle of champagne, and had proposed that very night.
06-05-2006, 07:46 PM
'She chewed her bonbon and swallowed. Chocolate was her friend, no doubt about it. She instantly felt happier.'
That had been five years ago, and now here they were, still happy and very much in love, but with Sally at an extreme physical disadvantage in their family kitchen, on her toes, dangling from her wrists, as her husband's strong fingers tickled her without ceasing. Unlike with her siblings, Sally could not help but feel turned on by this, even as she struggled to get away. She was becoming breathless and could feel her face heating up.
"Stop! Stop! You're killing me!" She cried out, but in vain.
"Okay, I'll stop once you admit that you like it!" Dan continued his persecution.
"I'll admit anything, just stop!" Sally pulled and pulled trying to free her wrists, but he just pulled her up higher until she was stretched onto her very tiptoes.
"Say, 'I like my husband tickling me'! Say it three times nice and loud!" He was enjoying this, and she was nearly losing her mind as, finally, his index finger found its way into her belly button and began wiggling around inside, slipping deeper and deeper until she thought she would faint. He knew this was her weakest spot, her breaking point.
Sally gasped for breath, and between gasps, sputtered the words he insisted on hearing, until finally he let go of her wrists, scooped her up and set her on the kitchen counter top. She flopped into his arms as he hugged her. She didn't have the energy to resist.
"Had enough, darling?"
"That was so mean! I am the one who cooks your meals, you know. Are you sure you want to torment your chef? I'm sure lots of kings have come to sticky ends at the hands of angry cooks!" Sally cocked her brow at him defiantly, but her face was still pink and her breathing still rough from her ordeal. Dan tousled her hair, and tilted her chin up to plant a gentle kiss on her lips.
"Well, fortunately, my chef happens to love me, so I'm not too worried." Dan smiled. "Speaking of which, what's for dinner?"
"Ah, well, I'm thinking of steamed vegetables and roasted chicken breasts. No wine or dessert tonight. You know, something light after all the dinner party food and drinks last night." Sally said, referring to the catered party they'd held last night in honour of an old friend's birthday. Sally looked down at her belly, poking its small protuberance. "I've been putting on weight lately, can you tell? My belly never used to poke out over these shorts and I think even my breasts seem a bit confined in my bras. Well, to tell you the truth, I have to leave the top button of these shorts undone to even wear them the last couple of months."
Dan smiled, and gathered a bit of her tummy between his fingers, tweaking her.
"Ouch! Oh, there you go! So, you think I'm getting fat, too!" Sally cried.
"No, not at all, I really like this." He tweaked her belly again, and kissed her lips. "Do you honestly think any sane man is going to complain about his wife's breasts getting bigger? And, yes, your belly, and I might add, your bottom, have blossomed a bit, but I think it's really sexy and cute, honey."
"Really? Are you kidding?" Sally's eyes grew wide. In their five years of marriage, Sally had never had reason to doubt Dan's love and devotion, but now she wondered if he was just being gallant and not wanting to hurt her feelings. "I mean, honestly Dan, I think I've put on about fifteen pounds over the past six months. Ever since we went on that cruise holiday, I notice I've been eating more - like my appetite is still enjoying an endless holiday buffet. And it's not as though I started off skinny. You're not turned off by my extra flesh?"
"Uhmmm, no, turned off would not be the right word. Turned on, yes." As though to prove his point, Dan lifted her shirt off above her head and began to run his lips over her breast just at the edge of the bra seams. With his large fingers, he kneaded the newly-formed little love handles on her sides. Sally moaned, squirmed a little on the counter.
"You mean you like my body better like this?" She asked, incredulous.
"Uhmmmm..." he nodded gently, continuing to nuzzle her.
"So, what if I kept gaining? I mean, what if I got out to here?" Sally put out her hand a few feet in front of her, imagining herself with an enormous tummy that spilled off the counter. "Would you like that, too?"
Dan stood back enough to look at her gesture and consider the idea. "Well, now that you mention it, Sal, I think I might, yeah."
"Well, gee, you think you know your own husband! Like most women, I've spent half my life obsessing about my weight and dieting, only to learn at this late date that my hubby would be just thrilled if I were twice my size. That's just crazy! Why've you never told me this before?"
"Well, honey, because I want you to feel good about yourself, and happy in your own body. I thought you liked all this gym workout stuff and that the dieting thing is kind of like a hobby - especially considering that you try every new diet that comes on the market and you never really lose any weight. I mean, isn't it sort of a game for you? I thought maybe it was a kind of hobby to distract you from your work, which is really challenging."
Sally worked as a psychologist specializing in children's mental health, while Dan worked at rehabilitative therapies for physically disabled children, and coached sports teams for disadvantaged kids in his spare time. They both loved their child-oriented work, but found that it could take its toll emotionally at times. Sally considered that maybe Dan was right, that the ridiculous dieting was some kind of distracting hobby. The reality was that she certainly wasn't losing weight from it.
"Hmmm. Maybe you're right, Darling. Maybe it is just a silly distraction. I just don't know how to be different anymore though. I've been living like this since my college days, when I majored in psychology and deprivation."
"It's never too late to change. Besides, if you really wanted to be skinny, you would've given up the chocolate box, wouldn't you?" Dan grinned at her, squeezed her tight.
"Oh, you know about that, huh? I thought I'd been so discreet." Sally felt her face turn hot.
"Well, honey, I take out the trash, remember? Eating your chocolates in the bathtub with the door locked might have worked if you'd done something less conspicuous with the packaging." He apparently found this highly amusing, as he laughed and reached into his pocket, pulling out a Baci ball. "Here, I brought you this, by the way." He opened the little bonbon and popped it into his wife's mouth, which was hanging open just a little as she tried to think of something to say to preserve her dignity. A bit late for that, she guessed. She chewed her bonbon and swallowed. Chocolate was her friend, no doubt about it. She instantly felt happier.
"Okay, wiseguy, so what would you think if I stopped dieting and started EATING? I mean, really eating, with a CAPITAL E? And grew a great big belly and bottom, until I looked like some sort of ancient fertility goddess?" Sally giggled now, enjoying the fantasy, but then she noticed that Dan wasn't giggling. He was looking straight at her, and in a soft, quiet voice, made a noise that Sally could only interpret as a low growling in his throat.
"Let's start NOW!" Dan, in his enthusiasm, again scooped up his wife in his arms, and plopped her down onto a kitchen chair.
"Wait! What are we doing?" Sally felt a bit edgy, uncertain now of the fire she'd lit.
"We, my darling wife, are going to fatten you up!"
06-05-2006, 07:48 PM
"Oh, honey, I can't! I'll burst!" She kicked her feet and wiggled, and he smacked her bottom once, hard, to still her.'
"Oh, Dan, I was kidding! I mean, I can't do that! I like thinking about it, imagining it. I especially like thinking that I could stop killing myself at the gym and going on all these stupid diets, and that you would enjoy making love to me with a huge belly, but how could I live with myself? After all these years of not allowing myself to eat, all this self-denial, I would feel too guilty to just indulge my appetites all the time." Sally's heartfelt speech did nothing to deter Dan's plan, which was now rapidly growing in his head, as a fantasy of his wife's body expanding out into rolls of gorgeous, cuddly, tickly flesh made his heart beat fast and his mind go into overdrive.
"Well, baby, here's what we are going to do. You don't have to feel guilty, because I will feed you, and you won't have a choice about it. What do you think of that?"
Dan smiled, but she could see he was serious.
"You're going to feed me?"
"Yep. And you're going to eat every bite, or I'll spank you, or tickle you until you cry, or BOTH!" Dan moved toward her with outstretched fingers making tickly motions, and sally pulled her legs up in front of her on the chair to protect her exposed tummy. She didn't know which would be worse, as Dan had great stamina and could tickle her for a very long time and without mercy. She had also been pulled over his knee and spanked into a state of high arousal on more than one occasion, but his big hand did not tire out nearly as fast as her sore, wriggling bottom did.
"Oh, Dan, that's a crazy idea!" Sally giggled, protesting slightly, but feeling very aroused by the whole fantasy.
"Okay, that decides it then. I can tell you're intrigued, so here we go! You will eat all of the dinner I feed you tonight, and since it's a long weekend, you will eat all of the food I feed you at every meal, and any snacks I choose, until I decide you've had enough. Any protest, other than for serious reasons, will be met with instant punishment. Understood?" Dan gave this lecture as he marched purposefully back and forth between the table and the refrigerator, from which he was removing last night's leftover canapés, salads, breads, meats, cheeses, and desserts. He pulled out a bottle of Chardonnay to wash it down with, while Sally watched in disbelief.
"Well, for heaven's sake, Dan, I can't eat all that!"
"Hush!" Dan stood her up, unbuttoned her shorts and pulled them off of her. She now stood before him in candy-striped cotton bikini panties and a matching bra. Neither fit as neatly as they once had, and Dan smiled and felt a stirring down below as he admired her little belly swelling invitingly over the bikini panties seam, and her breasts spilling out from the tops of her bra cups.. "You'll wear just this. Now, come here and sit on my knee."
Dan led her to his chair, which they jokingly called the throne, but in fact, it was not dissimilar to one. The old oak banquet table and matching chairs and benches had been left to her by her grandmother, passed down for generations, and was really much too large for Sally's and Dan's simple tastes and cosy little home; still, it was great for having dinner parties, and they got a kick out of the one chair that differed from all the rest in its height, its ornate carved arms and back, and its thick leather cushioning. Dan moved close to the table, and sat his now trembling wife on his knee. Wrapping one arm around her waist, he began to feed her, starting with finger foods.
The news had ended on the radio, having been replaced by mild classical music, and the sun had set. As he fed her, Dan caressed Sally's side with his free hand and talked about how fun and sexy and satisfying it would be "growing" his beloved wife. By the time she had got through three different types of canapés, a glass of wine, and some bread with sliced beef, Sally felt her tummy beginning to bulge.
"Dan, honey, I think I'm getting full." She looked down, but could no longer see her panties at all as her belly had spilled well out of them and was pooching out onto her lap.
"Is that a complaint?" Dan stopped the fork, piled high with shrimp salad, in mid-air. He cocked a warning eyebrow at her.
"Uhmmm... no, not a complaint, just saying that my tummy is feeling kind of tight."
"Yes, well, I can help with that." Dan put the fork down and began to rub her belly as she leaned sideways against his chest. After a few minutes of this, she began to feel better, but also quite aroused. "Ahhh... that feels really good."
Dan pushed one hand into his wife's lower back, pushing her belly firmly against his other hand, and massaging her deeply. Sally began to moan and squirm beneath his touch.
"Ah, that's my good girl. Now, how about taking some more bites for Daddy, huh?"
"Okay," Sally acquiesced in a sighing, dreamy, little girl voice that sounded far away to her own ears. Dan continued feeding her for another half hour, making their way through a plate of cheese and fruit and a big cup of coffee, filled with cream and sugar. Finally, he came to dessert, but before he could begin on that course, he found it necessary to give his now very full and vaguely protesting wife another deep belly rub.
Sally rested her head on his shoulder as he again pressed one hand into her lower back and massaged her very full, very taut, and now very extended belly with is other hand.
"Uhmm, Dan, I think I'm getting... you know... uh..."
"Aroused? Horny?" Dan chuckled, dipping his finger into her belly button and wiggling it wildly.
"Eeee!" Sally eyes snapped open, as she squirmed and giggled, and Dan slipped his hand down into her panties. He could feel that she was getting very damp, and felt his own erection pressing into his wife's now wriggling bottom. But he wasn't done feeding her yet.
"Okay, baby, I can take care of that little problem, too, but not until you've had dessert."
"Oh, Dan, I can't, I simply cannot eat anymore." Sally moaned, and within moments felt Dan lift her under her arms and begin to turn her over to put her across his knees. Her bulging, naked belly dangled there between his legs, as he undid her bra and slid it off in one movement. Her breasts fell free, the bottoms grazing the side of one of Dan's jean-clad legs.
"There now, you have some breathing room without that on. Now, what do you have to say about dessert? Not a lot, just one or two servings of cake with vanilla ice cream." Dan rubbed her lower back with one hand, while reaching underneath her with the other and gently tickling her belly, making little scribbly motions around her belly button as she squirmed.
"Oh, honey, I can't! I'll burst!" She kicked her feet and wiggled, and he smacked her bottom once, hard, to still her.
Now, Dan was not really worried that she would burst, or he would have stopped. He felt he had a pretty good idea of what she could contain, having a good knowledge of biology and also having seen his wife eat some pretty large continuous "grazing" meals over several hours on their cruise, the only time he remembered that she had allowed herself a no-diet week.
One night, during several hours of a food-and-drink filled party aboard ship, he'd found himself distracted by the sight of her expanding tummy straining against her figure-hugging black silk cocktail dress, and he'd had to stand behind a plant until his erection subsided. Eventually, he'd got her back to their room and done away with the dress as quickly as possible. He'd teased her then about the size of her bulging belly, and she'd briefly acted sulky and hurt, but he'd sensed then that she wasn't really, and that she could clearly see how aroused he was. Besides, he hadn't been able to keep his hands off of her belly, or the rest of her, for the remainder of the cruise.
Dan remembered this now, and pressed on. She would eat until he said stop, or else.
"Are you sure about being too full, little darling?"
"Yes, oh Dan, I'm so full!" She squirmed again on his lap, and as she did so, Dan slipped her panties down to her knees and laid a resounding smack on her bare bottom.
"Ow!!!" Sally squirmed and wriggled, but he only smacked harder and faster until he'd landed a full dozen smacks on her now red and sore bottom.
Then he paused and asked again, "Now, would you like to finish your meal like a good girl, or does Daddy need to punish you further?"
"Okay, okay! Ow! No more spankings!" She wriggled some more and would have tried to get up, but her belly had her pretty well grounded and Dan wouldn't have allowed it anyway.
He pulled her into a sitting position and lifted a chocolate éclair from the plate in front of him. Sally groaned, but admitted that it looked delicious. He moved it toward his wife's waiting mouth, but then stopped.
"Wait, we'll do this a little differently. Just bite off the end."
Sally did as she was told, and Dan wrapped his hand around the éclair, tilting her back a little into his left arm as he did so. Then he began to squeeze the custard onto her rosy nipples, which made her gasp and close her eyes.
"There you go, that's good. Just keep your eyes closed now, and your mouth open." Dan brought one éclair after another up to her mouth to have the tip bitten off, then covered her breast and belly with the custard until he had made little trails all the way down to her now vanished bikini line. As he emptied each pastry, he fed her the shell, following each bite of pastry with a spoonful of creamy vanilla ice cream.
06-05-2006, 07:52 PM
'His right hand slipped into her panties, and found her wetter than he could ever remember.'
Finally, her belly taut and strained, he realized that she really couldn't contain anymore, and Dan stopped.
"Full now, baby?"
"Uhmmm... I've never been so full." Sally murmured, her eyes closed, her head tilted back, reclining into Dan’s strong arm. He could see that her tummy was now quite firmly rounded outward, an impressive and inviting globe of belly flesh, and that her little innie belly button - still custard-filled - was beginning to pop out a bit under the strain.
"Okay, now we’re going to move a little, and I just want you to relax, that's a good girl." Dan pushed aside the dishes on the large oak banquet table and lifted his wife's plump, supine body onto it. He dashed into the bedroom and returned with a pillow, which he put beneath her back, as he lifted her arms over her head and instructed her to wrap her fingers around the back of a chair and keep them there. He stretched her legs out, and now, fully stretched out and arched upward over her pillow, he admired his handiwork as her large proud belly and breasts offered themselves up to him.
"And now it's my turn to eat!" Dan made a growly wolf noise and smacked his lips, which made Sally giggle and squirm in anticipation.
Then, his lips lowered over her right nipple, devouring the custard and making her gasp - his tongue, then his teeth, nibbling and teasing until she groaned and shuddered involuntarily. After several minutes, the left nipple met a similar fate, and then Dan began to make his way down her belly, which quivered and heaved as his lips and tongue became more insistent, his hands kneading her ribs and hips as he manipulated her flesh.
"Oh, Dan!" Sally's bottom was now bucking and squirming, and Dan slid his strong left arm beneath her back and arched her belly up into his waiting mouth, his lips and teeth devouring the flesh around her tender belly button and his tongue delving deep into its center until she screeched. Dan lifted his head then, and laughed hoarsely, "ah, now you know, I am the Big Bad Wolf coming to eat my little custard-coated Red after all these years! Ah ha ha ha ha!" He laughed maniacally, causing her to giggle, but then plunged his face into her tummy again and licked and nibbled and nuzzled as she writhed and squealed.
His right hand slipped into her panties, and found her wetter than he could ever remember. Dan then enjoyed synchronizing the movements of his tongue in her navel with his fingers between her legs, and realized that she would be having a screaming orgasm within minutes, which proved to be true. His gorgeous wife's stuffed pale belly thrust upward in ecstasy, only bringing her into even more intense non-negotiable contact with his hungry, devouring mouth, and her bottom writhed as he moved two of his fingers in and out of her wet centre while rubbing her hot little nub with his thumb. When she came, her whole body shook and spasmed and a scream like a wild banshee's ripped from her throat.
Dan slowed his movements then, and brought her down slowly until she was able to focus on him again, then he slipped off his own shorts, pulled Sally to the end of the table, wrapped her legs around his waist, and pushed his now hugely engorged penis into her.
"Ah, Dan, oh, Dan, oh..." she was drowning in a sea of sensual delight, lost for words, but deeply and fully captivated.
"Oh, baby, I just love feeding you, and I love your gorgeous plump belly..."
Dan held her hips and kneaded the flesh there as he made love to his wife, taking in her tousled mane of hair, now somewhat damp against her forehead, and her beautiful green eyes. As he came, he grabbed hold of her fattened tummy with both of his hands and shook it, causing her to squeal and giggle.
"We are going to make this much bigger!" he announced, through shuddering breath, still gripping her flesh in his hands, loving the feel of her.
"Be careful, it's still really full!" Sally protested, but bucked against him, and realized that she loved the feeling of her belly engorged, being tickled and caressed and manipulated by her big strong husband. She felt enormously free and happy.
Hours later, they awoke in their room after a long snooze and cuddle, and Dan rolled over to inspect his wife's tummy, which he now considered himself to be in full charge of. "Ah, you’ve deflated a bit!" He grinned and poked her as she yawned and stretched.
"Oh well, don't worry, not all of it will go away. I'm sure you packed some pounds on me."
"Did you enjoy that, my hungry little princess?"
"Oh, yes, very much!" Sally turned on her side and embraced her husband.
"Well, good, because this is how things are going to be from now on, and I don't want to hear another word from you about diets or being too fat, do you understand?"
"Yes, Dan." Sally sighed, a deep, happy sigh." Oh, what a relief that will be."
"Well, I know you, and I think you'll try to sneak back to your old ways, so I'm just warning you that the Tickle Monster is watching you, and you'll be in big trouble for dieting." To illustrate his point, he reached out and tickled her tummy until she squealed and grabbed for his hands.
Dan pinned her down easily and nuzzled her neck with his lips. "Now, one more thing."
"No, what? What do you want?"
"Where is it hidden? I know you have it, but I don't know where you keep it?"
"Yes, the chocolate stash. Where is it? And don't even think about lying to me." He tickled her belly some more for emphasis.
"Okay, okay, it's under a floor board beneath my stack of books there."
Dan found the stash, and for the first time in her life, Sally happily shared her secret ritual. Her husband propped her up in bed and fed her bonbons, one at a time, fondling and caressing her belly, as she read aloud from a book of short stories they both liked. Sally glowed with pleasure as she welcomed this new fattening phase of marriage to her wonderful man.
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