Chub-Love Shorts: Lazy Sunday (Patreon)

“And so, the Mother and her cubs are safe…”

“Don’t say it don’t say it don’t say-“

“For now.”

“Ugh… He said it…”

“He sure did.”

There was something humorous about a girl in a bear hoodie watching a nature documentary about grizzlies. You’re sure you’d be able to come up with some sort of joke, were it not for her belly peaking out from the top.

The outfit didn’t fit. The zipper had broken nearly a month ago, and now she couldn’t get it down past her doughy waist. She’d effectively turned the worn pajamas into a crop top.

That she was wearing panties this time somehow made the ill-fitting garment even more attractive. Your mind was having trouble figuring out how.

You suspect it’s where the garment pinches her hips, and how the center was being slowly enveloped by her plump, fleshy thighs.

The chubby girl yawned and she stretched, reaching across the full length of the couch. A tired finger rubs the sleepies from her comfy expression. You can’t help but admire how nice their color brings her face together. Her cheeks are more full.

Your lover is soft.

She moves, reaching an unthinking hand to rumple amongst the chips she has set upon the floor. You wonder if she realizes that it’s the second bag of chips she’s eaten. A plump teddy bear snacking away with hardly a thought.

That’s what most of today had been. Thoughtless.

She snuffles, a porkier sound than she’d ever have made just a few months back. It’s a husky sound, emanating the big mama bear as she lumbers and waddles through the trees, her little cubs making tiny brays of delight. But while mama hunts for salmon and fruits, this pudgy creature lays upon the couch having food brought to her.

“Those blackberries look great… hey, do we have any muffins?”

You could do with more thoughtless days.