You hated it. You were always bullied for the chub. Your tummy was a muffin top, your arms were weighted, your thighs were a little lumpy because of the skin and fat. But Ghost? He fucking loves it.

“I’ve gained more weight,” you whine, “I don’t feel sexy.”

Ghost looked up at you from the couch. “Love handles have to be big to be handled,” he said, “don’t underestimate my abilities, luv.”