(Don’t know the artist)

You and Laria have been together for many years.

Laria had always had a love for cooking—and eating. With the passing of the years her consumption caught up to her body, but did she make it look good. Laria was already curvaceous for an elf, but now any clothes she put on only accentuated her generous curves more.

She had just finished cooking dinner. You enter the kitchen and as she stirs the pot she turns to you, her hefty pillow of a belly pressing tightly against her apron.

“Welcome home, my love.” She said as she leans in to kiss you.