After a long day painting three houses, I come home exhausted and starving. But instead of tea, you've prepared something far more indulgent—a mountain of creamy custard-filled donuts. You insist I start right away, reminding me that I need to keep growing for you. As I take my first bite, I tease, “Babe, are you sure I can handle all this?”

With every bite, my belly swells tighter, the fizzy soda helping it all go down. I rub my growing gut, laughing, “You've fattened me up too much this time!” But with your encouragement, I push further, savoring every moment of this feast you've prep...

After a long day painting three houses, I come home exhausted and starving. But instead of tea, you've prepared something far more indulgent—a mountain of creamy custard-filled donuts. You insist I start right away, reminding me that I need to keep growing for you. As I take my first bite, I tease, “Babe, are you sure I can handle all this?”

With every bite, my belly swells tighter, the fizzy soda helping it all go down. I rub my growing gut, laughing, “You've fattened me up too much this time!” But with your encouragement, I push further, savoring every moment of this feast you've prepared just for me.