Roleplay

Today was a long day on the farm. So much to do. Milk the cows. Heard the sheep. Plough the fields. My husband insists that, because of the exertion, I should eat every hour… on the hour.

I have told him the food is too much but he won’t listen. He’s even taken to sneaking snacks and treats into my work bag because he knows when I have food around me and I just can’t help myself.

He poked my belly tonight and called me a right „porker“ and that I should loose weight. But as I looked at him I saw the twinkle in his eye as he looked at my belly and that told me.. I’m his masterpiece.

I looked down at the donuts he was unpacking and then back up to him. I opened my mouth to tell him it’s his fault and, before I know it, he’d shoved a whole donut into my mouth. I started to chew and swallow to protest, but along came another… and another… and as the donuts were coming, he looked at me and said.

„Should I really stop? …“

From the bead of sweat on my forehead and the trembling of my expanding gut while leaning backwards against the counter top, he knew the answer.

„No… please don’t..“

It was so hot!