I lay in bed next to my girlfriend, the head cheerleader, as we chatted about our day. She mentioned, somewhat absentmindedly, that she had been feeling hungrier than usual lately.
I teased her, “You’ve been eating too many pizza rolls, Cheerleader?”
She shot back with a playful jab, “And you’ve been spending too much time at the gym and not enough time with me.”
I couldn’t help but notice the way her sweats hugged her curves a little tighter than usual as she got up to grab a snack. I asked, trying to keep my tone casual, “Have you been working out?”
She laughed, “No, just been eating.”
Over the next few weeks, I couldn’t ignore the changes in her body. I tried to bring it up gently, but she brushed it off, telling me not to worry about it. But one day, after a particularly grueling practice, she collapsed onto the bed, her breath heavy and her face glistening with sweat.
I offered to get her water, but she stopped me, her voice low and husky, “I’m not thirsty.”
She pulled me closer, her hands roaming over my body as she whispered in my ear, “I’m hungry.”
I raised an eyebrow, but she clarified, “Not for food.”
Her heavier breath and the way her body felt different, softer and curvier, was a turn on. I found myself getting lost in the moment as she kissed me, her hands exploring my body.
She broke the kiss, her eyes shining with desire as she looked at me. “I’ve always been self-conscious about my body, but I’m starting to love the way I feel now.”
I told her, “You’ve always been beautiful to me, and I love you no matter what.”
She smiled and pulled me back in for another kiss.
As the months passed, Cheerleader continued to gain weight. She was now 200lbs heavier than when we first started dating. But our relationship was stronger than ever. We’d learned to embrace the changes in her body and find new ways to express our love and desire for each other.
We still had our playful banter and insults, but they were tinged with a newfound respect and appreciation for each other’s bodies and what they could do.
As we lay in bed, sweaty and satisfied, with Cheerleader’s head on my chest as she fell asleep, I couldn’t help but smile. I was grateful for the journey we’d been on and the one we were still on together. The new normal was better than I could have ever imagined.
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