I come home from work to find you lounging on the couch, your big, bloated, pregnant belly hanging out of your too-tight shirt, with wrappers and empty containers scattered all around you. You've become so fat and lazy since getting pregnant, and I've loved every minute of it. I caress your big, round, pregnant belly and fondle your tits as I murmur in your ear about how much I love the new you, and how I want nothing more than to keep you full and pregnant permanently.