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You did not behave like that, and your want to stay at home would not sway your stubborn father. You glance at the tray to your right and pick up a pastry, thinking as you bring its richness to your lips and rub the flat front of your corset.
You are waiting outside the church, pacing back and forth in your handcrafted lace gown. Your corset is stifling you as your nerves begin to rise, and you run your hand up and down the silken outside to ensure it is secure. A secret smile graces your lips as you meet the slight curve to it that wasn't there before.
Your plan would work, you would ensure it. You accept your partner's hand as they help you from the carriage, their tailcoat and high-waisted pants unable to conceal their slightly soft paunch. You were surprised to see that they were your age during the ceremony, but that doesn't stop your discomfort at their presence. You glance at your own middle discreetly, knowing that this corset was the only thing keeping your torso smaller than theirs.
They drop your hand, bowing with their arm towards the entrance. My entire grounds are yours, as is everything I have. We will share everything here, and I wish for you to be happy in its excess. As their speech ended, they held out their arm, which you took timidly like a perfectly proper weight gain kink.
You walk with them as they give you a tour of their massive home, making careful note of how to get from your room to the kitchens. I would like for you to be comfortable tonight so please, get changed into your n-night clothes and then me in the ading room.
We should t-talk before the night is completely upon us. They nervously move to step around you, and their hand reaches out almost on its own, heading towards your middle and shaking for a moment, before retreating back. They take a deep breath and walk into the doors next to your own. You shake your head, wondering what that was supposed to represent before you make your way into a beautiful room with intricate woodworking and embroidered, silken linens. You couldn't believe it. There was even a bowl full to bursting with your favorite sugar-coated pastries on a table near the fireplace.
You grin and call to the maid to loosen your corset. This might be easier than you had initially planned. Your maid certainly had a fright earlier, seeing your flabby, round belly escape from its confines as you scratched at the angry red lines from your corset. The wedding shift you were wearing was deed for a smaller you, stretched to its limits and highlighting the pounds of fat you had packed into your middle. Your chest used to be so flat, only having definition when you pushed it up with a corset. It ballooned and sagged down to either side of your belly when unconfined.
And your backside? You turn to your side in the mirror, bringing the slightly loose back of the shift up so you could see it. It had fattened from its state, but your corpulence presented itself primarily on your front.
So, it was at least contained and secret for now. Your belly let out a massive growl, insatiable, and you patted it lovingly causing it to gurgle in response. That was the problem with your plan. As you had snuck down to the kitchen at your home each night, loading up on snacks, you found you had more and more of an appetite. You even secretly enjoyed your new figure, jiggling your belly in your room weight gain kink no one could see. It was freeing, in a way, giving in to your love of food.
One memorable night, you brought those same sugary pastries up to your bed, gorging yourself and passing out with a belly packed to its limits. When you woke, your maid shook her head at your sugar-covered and bloated form. You wanted to emulate that same experience tonight for your dear spouse. Grabbing the bowl, you gobble down half of the pastries in quick succession, making sure to smear the excess sugar on your lips and down into your chest.
Your belly would need some fuel for this next part.
You look at yourself in the mirror one last time, your gut packed with food and yet still hungry. Then weight gain kink head towards the door, deciding to back in and pretend you were shy before turning to give them a great shock. As you slowly make your way backwards into the room, squishing the bowl of pastries into your hungry belly, you hear your spouse coo from behind you, a slight distance away.
You start to use the bowl to subtly jostle your belly, all while whining, "I just I was sooo hungry so I ate a few of those pastries and my stomach is rounded now. I am worried I am not to your taste. They chuckle, "Oh yes, one of your maids told me you had quite the appetite for those little things. But don't worry, a little bloating won't scare m-". They are sitting at the edge of the bed, cupping their own potbelly as they sway back and forth.
A groan of what you assume to be disgust leaves their lips, and they begin to stalk towards you. Here it comes. You would be able to leave by tonight! You balk, pushing the bowl deeper into your stomach as you hear it nervously churn. It was the next afternoon. You were sitting down to a large luncheon with your spouse, subtly shifting as you try to get comfortable in your usual corset, finding it more constricting than usual. Though, you might know why. You had run back into your room after the incident of last night, not letting them touch you and slamming the door. You laid down on your bed and ate the rest of your pastries, caressing your poor belly and releasing a multitude of undignified belches through your tears.
It was supposed to be easy weight gain kink get them to release you. Why did they have to ruin everything? Their invitation to the lunch was delivered by a maid, who pitied you and helped you clean up. As you got dressed, with some huffing and puffing from them, your belly had protested, and you knew you had a need to fill it soon. Deciding to not let good food go to waste, you found yourself here at the agreed upon time.
They cleared their throat and quietly started, "You know I was told all the pastries have disappeared since last night. I can order to have even more made if you would wish. I want you to be happy here more than anything. You just glare at them, refusing to answer and instead eyeing the steaming plate next to you, filled with the rich desserts. Just for a bit. I would like to talk to you seriously. You slowly point your face away from the pastries, your stomach growling as you roll your eyes and meet theirs.
Look at those eyes and your rosy cheeks. I thought you had a little glutton inside you waiting to be released all along You screw your face in confusion and look closely at their face, contemplating. I have never met you before. Well, you see I hid behind a tree, not wanting to startle you, as you unloaded everything in the basket, glancing to and fro in shame every few minutes. When you were done, you It was only a small amount but I saw your eyes light up. Then you fell asleep caressing your little belly. I knew then I just I knew you were a glutton like me.
I asked your father for your hand and You tear your eyes away from them, shocked. That was their land? You thought you had heard some branches creaking that day but you had went ahead with your plan.
As you had to stay small in the past, you had only occasionally indulged yourself. But now You can feel the anger rising in your throat and you instead swallow it down. They want gluttonous? You would show them how gluttonous you could be without any input from them. Without warning, you launch yourself forward, grabbing the bread basket with both hands and bringing it to you. You begin to slather each roll with massive heaps of butter, gobbling them down and moaning at their taste. At least the food here was higher quality than at your home. You move on to the roast in front weight gain kink you, choosing the largest bird and tearing the flesh off of its bones with your own hands.
As you stuff the chunks of meat into your mouth, you make sure to paint your lips with its grease. Gasping for air and clutching your stomach, you take a short break, finally looking to your spouse. They have finished their smaller portions, leaning back and caressing their own potbelly. You growl weight gain kink ignore the pain in your stomach, bringing the fruit platter forward. You eat one, letting its dark juices stain the lap of your pretty white dress out of spite. It was a gift from them, after, all, and they could afford more. Then, you eat three more quickly, letting the juice pool at your clavicle and bringing your hand to gather it and smear it up your neck.
You bring your lips to your fingers and clean up the excess. To your side, a moan leaves your spouse as you hear the sound of their chair start to rock. Ignoring them, you move on to your favorite pastries. As you pick up one, you suddenly feel your stomach muscles clench, followed by a sharp pain through your middle. You see, adrenaline had kept you from being able to feel what you were doing for a bit as you tore into your food without care.
You hesitate and eventually glance down, gasping at your poor belly.Weight gain kink
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