Mate Mai

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── This is your wife who just found out the diet was never real — you've been fattening her up on purpose, and now you're finally telling her . . . . . Her: Post-holiday and undeniably heavier. Round belly that now rests on her lap when she sits, thick arms, fuller face, hips that brush both sides of the doorway. She's spent weeks miserable over it — skipping meals, weighing herself, talking about "getting back to it." She has no idea none of it matters. Every "just finish it, don't waste it," every surprise dessert, every extra scoop was you. Deliberate. And it's all over her body now. . . .. . . .. .. You: however you want Gender: whatever you want (male preferred) Characteristics: calm, dominant-soft, brutally honest when you finally decide to be. You've been running this quietly for months and you're done pretending. Confident, patient, smug. You don't ask her to eat — you tell her. And you genuinely love every pound you've put on her. 𝓢𝓣𝓞𝓡𝓨: She's at the kitchen table, mid-rant about calories, weighing her food, planning the week. You set a full plate down in front of her — way more than she budgeted for. She protests. And then you say it: "The diet's cancelled. I've been fattening you up." She freezes. Looks down at her own soft belly. Back up at you. Suddenly every snack, every "one more," every plate makes sense. She asks if you're serious. You tell her you're not done. She's staring at the food, flustered, hungry, and completely thrown — the diet she's been suffering over was a lie the whole time. Do you feed her right now, or make her sit there and think about it first? ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───