The apartment door clicked shut, and Ariel barely had time to drop her coat before Holly’s voice cut through the space: low, urgent, and hungry. “Clothes. Off.”

  Ariel’s heart hammered in her chest as she peeled off her layers, letting them pool around her feet until she stood in nothing but her underwear, then eased down onto the couch. She stretched out, gloriously exposed, her cheeks flushed, watching Holly’s eyes drink her in.

  Holly set the bags of pastries down, her gaze sweeping over Ariel in a long, deliberate scan. She took her time, moving in close until she was kneeling in front of Ariel, her hands hovering just above the surface of Ariel’s skin, like she couldn’t quite believe she was allowed to touch.

  “Red…I'm gonna ruin you.” Holly’s voice was a velvet promise. She reached up and let her fingers trace along Ariel’s jaw, down the side of her neck. “I'm going to worship you.”

  She leaned in and pressed a kiss to Ariel’s jaw, her hands moving lower as they squeeze Ariel's upper arms. “Your arms, so plush and perfect for holding onto. I love how they look when you’re reaching for me.” Holly’s fingers slid down, tracing along Ariel’s shoulders, over her upper arms, and squeezing gently.

  She moved to Ariel’s belly, both hands gliding reverently over its soft, heavy curve, letting it spill into her palms. “And this,” Holly breathed, kissing the top of Ariel’s belly. “My favorite. The way it spreads and rests in your lap, so heavy and warm, always begging for my hands. The way it jiggles when you laugh, or when I can’t help myself and start shaking it.” She demonstrated, grabbing Ariel’s belly and giving it a gentle squeeze and shake, making Ariel moan softly, her eyes half-lidded and her whole body quivering in response.

  Holly’s hands drifted lower, her fingers exploring the plush expanse of Ariel’s hips and thighs. “These hips, Red...fuck...so wide and soft. Every time I see you waddle, I want to grab you and never let go. And your thighs, thick, gorgeous, practically melting into the couch. I love the way they press together when you sit, the way they jiggle when you squirm for me.” Holly pressed kisses along the inside of Ariel’s thighs, biting gently before moving on.

  She looked up at Ariel, eyes shining with adoration and hunger. “Your whole body, Red. Every inch of you. The softness everywhere, the warmth, the weight...It drives me fucking crazy.. There’s never going to be enough of you for me. I'll always want more.”

  Ariel was breathless, trembling from the heat of Holly’s words and touch. “Keep going,” she whispered, her voice ragged, “Show me how much you love this body of mine.”

  Holly smiled wickedly, breaking off a piece of scone and pressing it to Ariel’s lips. “Gladly,” she purred, her hands never leaving Ariel’s body as she continued to worship, adore, and feed the girl she loved most in the world.

  Ariel, flushed and full of anticipation, settled deeper into the couch, her body exposed and heavy in the soft light of the living room. Holly knelt at her side, the pastry bags spread open on the table as she grabbed another scone and gently fed it to Ariel while her other hand roamed, every inch of Ariel’s lower body drawing her in.

  Holly pressed another piece of scone to Ariel’s lips, her voice dropping to a reverent hush. “I want you to know just how much I adore you, Red. Especially here…” She trailed her fingers along the top of Ariel’s belly, tracing gentle circles in the softest skin. “So perfect. When you walk, it moves with you. When you’re full, it gets so tight and round. Sometimes I just want to lay my head here and listen to you breathe.”

  Ariel shivered, letting the bite melt on her tongue, moaning softly as Holly’s hands wandered. “I love when you touch me like this,” she murmured. “It makes me feel so… sexy.”

  “You are sexy,” Holly breathed, pressing a lingering kiss to Ariel’s belly. “I think about you every hour of every day. How I can barely get my arms all the way around you when I squeeze you from behind.” She grinned wickedly, giving Ariel’s belly a gentle, playful shake, sending ripples across the soft flesh.

  Ariel laughed a helpless, husky sound and arched her back, letting Holly see and touch all of her. “God, do that again,” she begged.

  Holly did, firmer this time, loving the way Ariel’s whole body responded. “I love watching you get fatter” Holly whispered, kissing a line down to Ariel’s belly button. “You get a little softer every week. I love knowing I can feed you and you’ll let yourself grow for me. I want to see how much more you can take.”

  Ariel’s thighs pressed together as she squirmed, desire and hunger swirling together. “All you have to do is ask. I love being your girl: your greedy, fat, spoiled girl.”

  Holly’s hands slid down, cupping Ariel’s hips, squeezing and admiring the broad, plush expanse. She pressed kisses and playful bites to Ariel's lips.

  Holly’s free hand continued its slow, worshipful exploration, now settling on Ariel’s thighs. She kneaded it, letting her thumbs sink in and marveling at how plush and inviting it all was. “So soft. So warm. All mine. There's no place I'd rather be, Red.”

  Ariel was trembling now, her breathing ragged, her desire painted all over her face. “Do it, Holly. Show me. I want you.”

  Holly’s eyes darkened with heat, and she pressed another slow, adoring kiss to the inside of Ariel’s thigh, letting the moment build, letting them both savor just how much was still to come.

  Ariel’s breaths grew shallow, her body melting into the cushions as Holly’s hands lingered and explored, reverence and hunger dancing together in her touch.

  Holly nuzzled her face against Ariel’s belly, letting her cheek rest against the warm, plush curve. She closed her eyes and just breathed for a moment, savoring the sensation: the softness, the heat, the gentle, living motion of Ariel’s breath. “I love you like this,” Holly whispered, lips pressed to Ariel’s skin. “Full and soft and mine. I never want you to hide any of it. Every inch just makes me want you more.”

  Ariel whimpered softly, running a trembling hand through Holly’s hair. “Don’t stop, Hols. Please.”

  “Never,” Holly promised, voice husky. She pressed a slow, open-mouthed kiss to the curve of Ariel’s belly, then another, trailing her lips lower until her nose brushed along the crease where Ariel’s belly met her hips.

  She shifted her weight, settling between Ariel’s thighs, hands kneading and stroking at the thick flesh. She bit down gently, then soothed the spot with a warm kiss. “I’ll never stop worshipping this soft, plush body. I’ll always want to grab it. Jiggle it. Kiss it. Feed it...”

  Ariel let out a shaky laugh, her voice almost pleading. “Tell me more. Tell me what you see.”

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  Holly’s hands glided up and down, her words matching the path of her touch. “I see the girl I want to spoil rotten. I see a body that begs to be fed, touched, loved. I see thighs that quiver when I grab them. Hips that make me want to mark you up and show you off. A belly that jiggles every time you so much as breathe. I want all of you, Red.”

  Ariel’s thighs parted more, inviting, needy. She arched her back, pushing her hips up ever so slightly, the pitch and desperation in her voice rising ever so slightly “Fuck, Hols. Take me...I need you now...!”

  Holly’s hands grew bolder, squeezing, stroking, claiming every bit of softness she could reach. She bent to press a heated trail of kisses along the inside of Ariel’s thigh, nipping and licking, worshiping with every touch. Her breath was ragged now, voice breaking as she murmured, “Let me.”

  Ariel nodded, eyes fluttering closed, surrendering herself completely to Holly’s care, her hunger, her love.

  And so they lingered in that thick, slow-burning moment—touching, tasting, adoring—two women wrapped up in one another, the world falling away as passion and tenderness mingled, drawing them deeper, higher, closer still.

  Holly’s kisses grew deeper, slower, trailing along the soft plane of Ariel’s belly and into every warm, sensitive curve. She paused to nibble and lavish attention wherever Ariel gasped, her hands greedy and adoring as they wandered—cupping, squeezing, worshipping. The world outside their apartment seemed impossibly distant, the city’s winter hush replaced by heat and a pulse that belonged to just the two of them.

  Ariel could only whimper, her body straining toward every touch. “Please, Hols...! I want you so fucking much it hurts.”

  That was all the invitation Holly needed. She moved slowly, deliberately, her hands and mouth exploring, discovering, savoring every part of Ariel. She fed on every sigh, every tremor, every whispered plea for more, drawing it out, holding them both on the edge as long as she could bear.

  The pastries sat forgotten on the table, their sweetness replaced by something deeper, richer, endlessly satisfying. Holly’s hands mapped out every curve, her mouth worshipped every inch of skin, until Ariel’s moans filled the apartment.

  Holly’s moved up, her lips meeting Ariel’s, as she gently slid her hand under the weight of Ariel’s belly and between her soft thighs. Ariel let out a sharp moan as Holly’s fingers slid inside her.

  Holly worked with slow, unhurried devotion, coaxing moans and gasps from Ariel as she slid her fingers back and forth, speaking softly into Ariel’s ear, “God, Red. You’re so fucking fat. You’re whole body jiggles when you squirm like this.”

  “Yes,” Ariel cried out, “I love feeling it—Oh God—Holly…”

  Holly increased pace to match as Ariel’s hips bucked back and forth, her fat rippling and shaking with every moment, “I’ve got you, Red. Let go. Let me hear you come undone.”

  Ariel was a trembling, desperate mess, hands gripping the couch cushion, her entire body bowing up off the couch as pleasure crested, rolled, and finally broke over her in a wave that left her shaking; a raw, primal cry screaming out of her from deep within.

  Holly didn’t stop—not right away. She held Ariel through the aftershocks, whispering soft, wicked things, letting Ariel feel every ounce of adoration and hunger she’d poured into the morning. When Ariel’s breathing finally slowed and her eyes fluttered open, Holly, arms wide,gathered her into a fierce, grounding embrace.

  Ariel melted into her, wrapping herself around Holly, still panting, her cheeks streaked with happy tears. “You’re way too good at that, you know?” she whispered, voice ragged but full of laughter and awe.

  Holly pressed a kiss to Ariel’s temple, their bodies tangled together, the warmth between them still burning bright. “It’s easy when I’m so motivated. I'm a very visual person.”

  They stayed like that for a long time, sharing kisses, soft words, and slow, lazy touches, lost in each other, their bodies and hearts echoing the promise of the ring shining on Holly’s finger.

  Ariel lay sprawled across the couch, her body limp and blissfully heavy, her hair a wild red mess against the cushion. Holly was half-draped over her, fingers lazily stroking Ariel’s belly, her face tucked against Ariel’s neck. For a while, there was only the quiet thump of their hearts and the slow return of steady breathing.

  Holly broke the silence first, voice warm and playful. “If you get any more gorgeous, Red, I don’t know how I’m ever going to let you out of this apartment again.”

  Ariel giggled, her eyes fluttering open, cheeks flushed. “You say that every time, and every time I just get fatter. You have no one to blame but yourself, you know.”

  Holly kissed the side of Ariel’s jaw, smiling into her skin. “Good. I want everyone who looks at you to know you’re loved, fed, spoiled, happy,” She poked Ariel’s side playfully, grinning when Ariel squirmed. “And now everyone will know you’re officially mine.”

  Ariel rolled her head to look at Holly, her green eyes sparkling with happiness. “I’m still in shock over everything,” she murmured, brushing a lock of blonde hair off Holly’s cheek.

  Holly snorted, mock-offended. “You think you’re in shock? Babe, you literally built me into your game. You made me a red panda. You proposed in front of our friends! I’m in utter disbelief!” She kissed Ariel’s nose, gentle. “But seriously… I’ve never been this happy, Ariel. I feel like my heart’s going to burst.”

  Ariel squeezed Holly closer, her arms full and warm. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I mean it. I can’t imagine anything better than waking up next to you every morning.”

  Holly went quiet, just listening to Ariel breathe, her hand spreading wide and possessive across Ariel’s belly. “I always wanted to find someone who’d make me feel at home. And I did. You are my home, Red. All of you. Forever.”

  Ariel smiled, tears pricking her eyes again. “I like the sound of forever.”

  For a while, they just lay there, trading slow, soft kisses, Holly’s thumb rubbing gentle circles on the back of Ariel’s hand. Outside, the city hummed, and the world moved on. But inside their apartment, time stretched and softened, wrapping them in a cocoon of quiet love and shared promise.

  Eventually, Holly nudged Ariel with a sly grin. “We are definitely going to need a bigger bed.”

  Ariel burst out laughing, her joy ringing through the apartment. “And a bigger fridge. And maybe, just maybe, a lifetime supply of scones.”

  “Deal,” Holly whispered, and she kissed Ariel again, sealing the promise between them as the day slipped gently forward.

  The afternoon faded into early evening, city lights blinking on outside the windows as warmth and golden lamplight filled the apartment. Ariel and Holly lounged on the floor in front of the coffee table, a half-eaten pile of pastries between them, the couch behind covered in blankets and plushies. Holly had suggested a board game night (“for tradition!”) and had produced a battered box of Stardew Valley: The Board Game from the shelf.

  Ariel was skeptical at first (“You know I’m ruthlessly competitive, right?”), but Holly’s waggled eyebrows and the promise of hot cocoa with marshmallows wore her down. Now, an hour and a half into the game, the table was covered in tiles and cards, and Holly’s attention span was rapidly waning, especially since Ariel was, as usual, several turns ahead.

  “Alright, Red, your move,” Holly said, her chin propped on her hand as she eyed Ariel, a smirk tugging at her lips. “But fair warning: if you build one more barn, I’m going to have to seduce you as a distraction.”

  Ariel grinned, sorting through her resources. “You say that like it isn’t your plan every time we play.”

  “It’s not my only strategy,” Holly said, scooting closer and nudging Ariel’s thigh with her knee. “But it’s definitely the most fun. And hey! Now that you’re my fiancée, you have to let me win sometimes, right?”

  Ariel arched an eyebrow, her competitive streak kicking in. “I don’t think that’s how this works. I also think I'm physically incapable of letting people just win... But you can have a victory kiss if you’re a good sport.”

  Holly’s hand snaked across the board, fingers trailing up Ariel’s arm. “I’ll settle for a victory snuggle. And maybe...” She leaned in, lips brushing Ariel’s ear, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “...one of those leftover cinnamon rolls.”

  Ariel pretended to sigh, though her cheeks dimpled with a smile. “Cinnamon roll tax. The true cost of love.”

  Holly laughed and made a move, “accidentally” knocking a pile of resource tokens into Ariel’s lap. “Oops. Looks like I need to clean those up.” She dove for the tokens, peppering Ariel’s thigh with tiny kisses as she did, not even pretending to hide her mischief.

  Ariel gasped, laughter bubbling out of her as she tried (and failed) to protect her pieces. “You’re cheating!”

  Holly looked up, eyes bright with adoration. “No, I’m improvising. That’s what marriage is all about, right?”

  Ariel kissed her, sweet and soft, right there among the plushies and spilled game pieces. “If this is what the rest of our lives looks like, I’m all in.”

  Holly wrapped her arms around Ariel and rolled her onto the plush rug, the board game forgotten. “Me too. Now, let’s see about that victory snuggle…”