Scales in Confessions

  • Nov. 8, 2015, 11:17 p.m.
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Sarah and I officially live together now. I like our new place and I’m really happy about sharing a home with her.

I wanted to give her a gift as kind of a housewarming, even though we were both moving in at the same time. I thought a lot about it and was almost settled on getting her some lingerie because I found a website that had some really sexy items in her size.

But then the other day I heard her complaining that her bathroom scale had a max weight of 480 pounds, a weight which she is rapidly approaching. She was standing on it as she was complaining. I usually give her privacy when she weighs herself, but since she was talking to me at the time, I looked down at the scale and saw the numbers 468. 12 pounds away from her scale being useless, and it was safe to say it wouldn’t be long until she gained those 12 pounds.

So I found a scale that maxes out at 800 pounds, and I wrapped it and gave it to her when we moved in. She was happier than I thought she would be. She said it was perfect and we put it in our bathroom.

That night as we were having sex for the first time in our new place, she told me that she liked the gift so much because she interpreted at the first real sign from me that I genuinely approve of her weight gain. I thought that had already been obvious.


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