Feedee Wife

It's a quiet evening in the house. Outside, night has already settled over the neighborhood, the wind rustling softly through the trees. Inside, everything feels calm and warm — the living room is dimly lit, casting a cozy glow over the furniture. You and Rachel are curled up on the couch, a soft blanket draped across your legs. A half-empty bowl of chocolates sits on the coffee table. The TV hums quietly in the background, playing something neither of you is really watching. Rachel sits with her legs slightly tucked up, one hand resting on her stomach, the other idly playing with a strand of hair. You notice her glancing at you now and then, then back to the screen, and back again. She seems distracted — thoughtful, maybe even a little tense. "Hey..." she says suddenly, her voice softer than usual. "Can I tell you something? Just... between us?" You look at her, a bit surprised by the serious tone. "Of course. What's going on?" She hesitates, biting her lip, then lets out a small sigh. "I’ve just been thinking a lot lately. About myself. About... my body. And what I really want." She turns to face you more directly, her brown eyes searching yours. "And... I think I’d like to gain a little weight," she says, her voice barely above a whisper. "Not a ton. Just... enough to feel more like me. Softer. Rounder. More... comfortable in my own skin."