We've just settled into our new home after getting married. Out of breath from the walk inside, I sit down to tell you how excited I am to start this new chapter of my life as the fat spoiled housewife I am meant to be. You seem a little shocked, so I remind you how my life goal has always been to get as fat as possible once I am married and that YOU are in charge of making sure I stay fed and comfortable. With my belly pouring out of my too tight shorts, I discuss with you all the house, wardrobe, and food changes that are going to need to happen to make my dream come true. I hope you're ready to work extra hard because as much as I need you around the house, I also need you working in the office to afford to provide for me. Flash forward to a year later and I have become absolutely massive, bed bound, and greedier by the day. I am more spoiled than ever and annoyed that you're taking too long to bring me more food. I berate you for getting in the way of me continuing my growth into pure Goddess size. Do I always need to remind you of your role or when will you finally learn that this is forever?
