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Pride

Everyone has an obsession. Every single person on earth has something that they enjoy doing or seeing more than anything else. Some people choose to hide it; they’re afraid of being mocked. But Samantha Miller is not one of those people. She proudly boasts her favorite subject for all to see. It’s on almost everything she owns. Books, clothes, knick-knacks…You see, Sam adores Africa. She’s amazed by everything to do with that particular country. The culture, the food and the wildlife. Especially the wildlife. Sam has gone to Africa every year for the last five years. She volunteers at a wildlife sanctuary for the major

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Chubby!BrettXReagan- Long Days, Comforting Nights

Reagan Ridley felt only one emotion as she drove home from Cognito’s headquarters: exhaustion. She had yet again pulled another 14 hour day at the office for the third time this week and she was absolutely over this work week. Thank god she was off for the next three days or she would’ve blown a fuse. It was the eve of a holiday weekend, and even the CEO of the Deep State needed a small, restful break from time to time. Her house was only a few miles away from the office, but she had already thrown off her blazer and let her hair down as she took her exit off the beltway. She had a headache that she wasn’t sure was from tension or not eating in a while. How on earth did the business women in the shitty Hallmark movies they funded make it look so easy to run a company and have a life? She felt like a complete train wreck compared to them as she yawned for the 20th time today. But none of that mattered at the moment. Cognito could move to the back burner for the night and for most of the weekend. This was her time, and she was looking forward to spending it with the only person she genuinely cared for on more than just a superficial level; her doting husband, Brett Hand. Brett and Reagan had been married for almost 3 years now, getting together shortly after Reagan had taken office at the company and had fully gotten over her breakup with Ron. Brett was right there beside her as she grieved over the relationship that had broken her heart, making her realize that her best friend was the perfect boyfriend for her. One thing led to another and the two were married less than a year after officially getting together. And despite all the chaos and drastic lifestyle changes, Reagan was finally happy with her life. Sure, she still struggled with her own depression and anxiety issues, but Brett was always there for her, even on rough days like tonight. He never once complained about her standoffishness, her odd hobbies, or her busy work schedule. Considering he worked at the same place, he was always happy to be on the clock with her most of the time, even if it was late into the night. However, he had to leave early for an appointment, so Brett was already home for the night, waiting patiently for his wife to return. And Reagan couldn’t help but smile as she pulled into the driveway of their modest but quaint home. After all, her life changed a lot, which was pretty good for Reagan’s mental health. She stopped keeping in touch with her pathological, toxic parents; especially her father who would always bring her down no matter the circumstance. He always made her feel antisocial and anxious, so she never got to truly live her life, doing what makes her happy and living her own truth. Well, until now that he was completely out of the picture. Brett on the other hand was the polar opposite of her family, so he compensated all the damages. He was a sweet, calm guy that completely loved her, always doing what's best for Reagan and truly caring for her. She felt a bit guilty that she didn't really notice Brett before, without knowing that he is the best possible man for her. But luckily, it was all in the past now and they were both happily looking to the future together. “Hi dear, I missed you!” Brett happily said, opening the doors of their house for Reagan upon her exiting her car, bringing a smile to her tired face. She found it so flattering that he not only exclaimed to the world that he actually enjoyed her company, but also that he actually missed her even after seeing her only 5 or so hours ago. “Hi Brett,” she said, meeting him at the doorway, kissing him sweetly. “I missed you too, even if it was only a bit ago since we saw each other.” “I know, but if I had it my way, I’d never leave your side,” he replied, taking her briefcase from her as he closed the door behind her, putting it in its designated cubby in the mud room. Reagan kicked off her shoes and flopped onto the couch as soon as she entered the living room. “Sorry I didn’t get much done this afternoon after I got home,” he said with a bit of a blush as he followed her. “Got a bit distracted… and sorta fell asleep once I got out of my work clothes.” “My dude, we both worked all day. I don’t blame you and I would’ve done the same thing. So don’t worry about it,” Reagan said finally beginning to unwind from the stress. Brett had been trying to do some home improvement projects around their house, but his progress had been a little slower than he originally expected. He wouldn’t admit it, but Brett was a lot lazier than most people would assume he would be. But Reagan knew that the reason behind this was that didn't really have energy for it anymore, most likely because of his physique changes over the past few years. Marriage treated him very well, resulting in Brett rapidly gaining weight over the past few years. At first the weight piled on gradually, but ever since Reagan admitted that she was rather into fat guys and feedism, he ballooned over the past 2 years, putting officially in the morbidly obese category. Brett never once minded the idea of his wife being into bigger guys, but after that first feeding session they had together, he was hooked on the feedist lifestyle; hence how he had grown so fat so quickly. Best of all, he had no regrets about “letting himself go” and genuinely enjoyed his new lifestyle and body quite a bit. Afterall, he finally didn’t have to worry about what his family would think of him and his looks, since he had also cut contact with them for his own good. And just like his wife, Brett had never been happier either. “I was a bit lazy tonight too, so I just got us some pizza,” the former frat boy said as he walked into the kitchen to grab their dinner. Reagan couldn’t help but look at his rear as he walked away, noting how even his formerly loose “gym” shorts were now almost too tight for his still expanding body. Not only was the taunt fabric showing off every curve of his ass, but his wide lovehandles were spilling over the waistband, giving him a distinct muffin top. She grinned slightly at even more proof that her already chubby hubby was still getting heavier thanks to her influence on him. Brett returned a few moments later, carrying a few food boxes with him. “I got your usual small veggie pizza, my uh.. extra large meat lovers pizza… and some garlic breadsticks for us to share. Plus they threw in some of those really good cinnamon rolls since I had a bunch of reward points racked up!” He said, handing her the smallest of the 4 boxes. He then put the two medium sized boxes containing the breadsticks and cinnamon rolls on the coffee table in front of them, and then settled in his seat on the couch, immediately opening the largest box and proceeding to eagerly dig into the oversized greasy contents. Brett was always a big eater, even when he was a fit frat boy. He used to destroy the college cafeteria buffets on a nightly basis back then. Back then, he had the metabolism to do so… now… not so much. He tried to cut back once he reached his thirties and began working for Cognitio to keep up appearances, but as soon as he got comfortable around Reagan, all that self control and restriction went right out the window. Upon letting his walls down and entering into their relationship, he quickly fell back to his “bad” habits and began eating whatever he wanted, when he wanted it. As their relationship grew stronger, his body grew flabbier and fatter from each meal. And when Reagan introduced her feedist desires into the mix, he knew that there was no going back to his formerly slim body. He was addicted to both her and food, and he had never been happier in his whole life. Who could blame him? He had a beautiful, fiery woman coaxing him to stuff himself silly on a regular basis, and what man could resist such a temptation? Reagan couldn’t help but smile as she watched him eagerly dig into the pizza, a small blush on her face from how sexy he looked as he gave into his gluttonous desires. He was always so handsome when he threw caution to the wind and enjoyed himself with earthly pleasures. She continued to watch him as she began to eat her own food, which was a minuscule portion compared to his. After the first slice was gone, Brett asked, “So what happened today after I left? You looked upset when you came in the door, and I know something’s on your mind,” reaching for the first of many breadsticks. “Ugh… I don’t want to talk about it… let’s just say it involved one of our Kanye West clones going rogue again…” she said, rolling her eyes as she continued to eat. “Wow, again? I thought we got rid of all the Kanye’s after that whole anti-Jewish scandal.” “Me too, but apparently someone decided to let one loose that was in our LA storage shed that wasn’t on the files.” “Damn… but you’re all good now, right?” “Yeah, I got it under control again, thanks to Andre’s drug bomb and Gigi using twitter to let the world know that Kanye is officially dead. It was just super damn stressful.” “Hey, I get it. Dealing with a Kanye is definitely no fun in any situation,” Brett replied, now almost halfway through the pizza, grabbing his 2 liter of Pepsi for a drink. He had also become very addicted to soda over the course of their relationship, as he was never allowed it as a child. Now that no one was nagging at him for it having too much sugar, he was rarely seen without a bottle of sugary cola. “But it’s all over now. So after dinner, I just want you to relax and lounge around tonight. You need a break!” “Yeah, you’re not wrong,” she admitted, almost finished with her own meal. She looked over and noticed that Brett’s shirt was riding up his belly more. She bit her lip to keep her cool, as she wanted him to finish all of his fattening food before getting a bit frisky. After all, seeing Brett get bigger was not only a turn on for Reagan, but also seeing him eat without a care was freeing to her. He was no longer bound to his shitty parents’ standards. He was free to do as he pleased, and if he wanted to eat enough food to feed a small family in a single meal, then he damn well could do so. The couple chatted while they finished their dinner, Reagan finishing much faster than her husband, giving her time to unwind while watching him eat. It was hypnotizing to a degree for Reagan to watch him eat, as Brett could make anything look good, even shoveling his mouth full of greasy, unhealthy food. Not to mention how she knew that all of those 4,000+ calories in that pizza would create even more soft fat on his already obese frame. Brett continued to recount the events of his day (mostly about how he had to contain Myc from fucking everything up) as Reagan sipped at the tea he made her before she came home, admiring his beautiful fat body and how it had changed over the years. Brett was truly the definition of a fat guy now, especially in the major city they lived in. They’d often get stares from strangers when going out on dates in town, as he was just simply a lot bigger than most of the men in DC. He held most of his weight on his stomach, being the widest part of his body, but Brett was fat all over. He had plump moobs, wide hips and love handles, thunder thighs, a fat ass, soft arms, and an adorably fat face complete with chubby cheeks. “Ugh… I think I overdid it again…” Brett said, scooting the empty pizza box away from him with a burp, his large, chubby hands rubbing along his now taunt belly. “That’s surely not a surprise, dear,” she said playfully, leaning over to him, putting her tiny hand ontop of his. “I meant to ask earlier, but forgot. How much did the doctors say my big boy weighs nowadays?” “Heh… I’m up to 375 now… probably a bit more after the pizza,” Brett said with a blush from both his wife’s attention and from being so full. “Wow! 30 pounds in what, 4 months? That’s amazing!” She said, feeling how his lower belly still was so soft and jiggly even while being stuffed. “Betcha the doc wasn’t too happy about that, but I sure am!” “Yeah, he bitched about it a bit, suggesting I do a keto diet or whatever, but obviously I’m not going to,” he replied, adjusting himself on the couch. “He also bitched that my blood pressure is a bit high, which is probably from the weight.” “Tell him to suck your dick,” Reagan scoffed, annoyed that anyone dare complain about her husband’s big body. “Besides, I’ll have Andre work on some type of serum or something that’ll keep your body in check with any health issues from your weight. So no need to EVER think about getting skinny on me any time soon.” “I wouldn’t dare try dear,” he chuckled, reaching up to give her a kiss as she continued to rub his belly. She began pawing at his rolls, digging her nails into them as they kissed, turning Brett on even more. “Want me to feed you those cinnamon rolls once you get a little more room in your belly?” She asked, eyes like a puppy dog. How could he resist? “Hell yeah! But give me like 10 minutes. That was a lot of freaking pizza.” “Of course,” she said, leaning up next to him, putting her head on his shoulders. She could still feel how muscular he was underneath the soft coat of fat. He might have lost the outward muscle tone, but Brett was still super strong despite the 150+ pounds she had helped him gain. Instinctively, her petite hands gravitated to his bloated belly, gently massaging it to help ease his discomfort. She hated to admit it, but seeing Brett moan from the pain of how full he was such a turn on for her. She began making small circles around his now exposed navel and up and down the crest of his upper belly to relieve the pressure, as well as to hear a couple sexy moans coming from very own feedee. Reagan had always been into feedism since she was a young teen, but hadn’t really ever dated any actually fat guys, mostly due to her worrying about her family’s judgements. She had always craved the touch of a very fat man in both the bedroom and in everyday life. She had always wanted a happy life with a huge man as her husband, who adored her and made her feel like a princess at times. Just the thought feeling of a soft belly pressed up against her would send shivers up her spine, and now that she had this dream man of her own, she could never imagine a better life for herself. “You look adorable like this,” she said casually as she continued her belly massage. “You always say that when I eat too much,” he panted between moans with a smirk on his face. “That’s because I mean it! You look incredible to me when you let your inhibitions go with food. I can see you truly like being fed like this and growing bigger for me.” His pale cheeks were growing red from both his fullness and from being turned on. “I-I think I’m good for those cinnamon rolls now,” he stuttered, his brain going primal and wanting only food and sex. He threw the too small t shirt off, feeling how restrictive it has become after his meal, as well as knowing that Reagan wanted to see her handiwork in action. With no hesitation, Reagan eagerly straddled her fat husband on the couch and snatched the pastries off the table. Brett readjusted himself to a reclined position, allowing Reagan to have plenty of space to hand feed her fat husband. Once in place, she carefully trailed her free hand down his belly, feeling the softness of his gut and the side rolls that accompanied it. Seeing him bare chested and exposed like this did things to her. He had allowed her full access to his widened body, seeing the “damage” she had his eating habits had caused. Brett was barely recognizable from the version of him she met years ago, and she couldn’t find him more attractive if she tried. “Open wide,” she said, pulling out the first of the half dozen of moderately sized cinnamon rolls. With a seductive grin, she held it to his plump lips, stunning the optimistic obese man. He took that first bite and was quickly fired up again with a second wind for food. He eagerly dug into the roll, smearing icing and brown sugar filling all over his fat face. “That’s it, dear,” Reagan cooed, showing a bit more of her feisty side. “Eat up as much as you want. There’s plenty more rolls for my big boy.” God he loved when she talked to him like that. He loved being dominated by her, even in a soft hearted way like this. Within moments, he was finished with the first roll and was eagerly onto the next. Reagan loved seeing him like this. She knew he had an unspoken praise kink and she used that to her full advantage with these sexy feeding sessions. He was putty in her hands like this, as pliable as the fat on his stomach. “You’re doing so good,” she said, pushing the last bite of now the third cinnamon roll into his sticky mouth, letting her fingers linger on his lips, driving him crazy. “God you’re so fucking beautiful,” he panted out as she continued feeding him. “You are handsome too, Brett,” she said, a blush on her own face. Even while trying to be sexy, she still couldn’t help being her usual awkward self. “And I really mean that, not just saying it to try and be sexy.” “I know Reg,” he chuckled as he finished the fifth roll, causing his belly underneath her to jiggle, making her melt too. “God you’re getting so big now, aren’t you?” She teased, grabbing a handful of his belly fat and forcing the final pastry into his mouth. “You’ve gotten so fucking fat Brett and I love it.” He couldn’t even answer with words, only nodding while forcing the final bites down his overly stuffed belly. “You love getting fat for me, don’t you? I can tell you love that you’re gorging yourself almost daily, letting yourself get fatter and lazier by the day.” Brett was truly in hog heaven as she gripped her small fingers into his lovehandles and moobs. “So many rolls and stretch marks, all for me. You’ve done such a good job of getting big for me, love. You’re so fat and handsome and I love you so much.” He quickly swallowed the last couple bites, wiped the mess off his face, and pulled Reagan into a passionate kiss. He felt like he could burst, but he was too horny to even care. In fact, he was too full to even get up to make it to the bedroom, so they had their evening fun right there on the couch. After a rather enjoyable bout of love making, both the feedee and his feeder were exhausted and panting, especially Brett, as any amount or kind of physical activity left him out of breath. “That was incredible,” Reagan said, brushing her hair out of the way. “I second that!” He said with a cheeky smile, pulling her into a cuddling/laying position, his huge belly and moobs acting as pillows for her. Brett was always a romantic and insisted on post sex cuddles, even in the unconventional spaces. “You drive me wild sometimes and I love it.” With a smile, Reagan easily settled in against her obese husband’s soft body, sighing in contented relief as he wrapped a blanket around their nude bodies. This was her true happy place. Brett’s soft arms were her own personal sanctuary, making her feel the love she had always craved. He was so comfortable, inside and out. He was the boy she always fantasied about marrying as a little girl and sometimes she couldn’t believe that her dreams had come true with him. She nuzzled her face into his soft gut, letting her whole body relax and go limp in his arms. “But I love you the most,” he said, leaning a bit forward and planting a small kiss on the top of her head. “I love you too, Brett,” she said calmly, her hands tracing the stretch marks along his belly as she began to nod off. These long days at the office were exhausting her, and this euphoric feeling was causing her to fall asleep. Within moments, Reagan was completely out, happily snoring into her lover’s soft fat. Brett could only smile in awe at the love of his life. He wasn’t tired himself, but he could stay like this forever. He knew he was truly, unconditionally loved for the first time in his entire life when she was there beside him. He turned the tv with low volume, giving him a bit of entertainment as he acted as his wife’s living mattress for the time being. He’d eventually wake her up to go to actual bed later, but for now, both of them were content and happy. “Sweet dreams, love,” he said, dimming the lights with his phone before holding her tighter in his arms. Life might have changed a lot for the couple, but one thing that stayed the same was the bond and love they have for each other. Cognito and the Deep State could wait for a while. This was their time together, and neither of them could ask for a better life.

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