>Flare and Noel finally move in together after months of pushing from Noel
>Flare is surprised to find her knight waifu being very proactive about all the housework
>dishwashing, laundry, trash, shopping, cooking, everything all handled by Noel. Flare hardly has to move a muscle
>the food is also to die for compared to her previous, modest diet. homecooked meals every night
>steak slathered with gravy, creamy casseroles, loaded pizzas with extra cheese, double-pattied burgers dripping with mayonnaise, cheesecakes for dessert
>the step up from her previous lifestyle is intoxicating. she can't help but indulge and often accepts offers for seconds and requests to clean out the fridge of leftovers
>Noel always just has a modest gyudon bowl and watches with a thin smile. she's been working out harder lately as well
>after a few weeks, Flare starts to notice some odd changes with her body.
>the back flap of her outfit now rests on a small shelf of ass instead of dangling in the wind
>her breasts, back, and arms are all bulging out of the stylized gaps in her clothing. she has to keep loosening all the fastening, and it still feels tight on her
>she can see a small, jiggly paunch in the mirror when she showers.
>there's no doubt now; she's been careless since coming here. she's gotta go on a diet
>halfheartedly tries to tell Noel that she'd rather skip dinner today, but puppy dog eyes, guilt tripping, and the salivating scent of a new dish quickly break her resolve
>she ends up having thirds
>similar attempts in the following weeks work to similarly little effect. in fact, she could almost swear that Noel's been making the portions *bigger* since she first mentioned dieting
>as she continues to balloon and be doted on, her increasing appetite and weakening muscles lower her willpower even more
>she starts spending entire days on the couch and whining to Noel whenever she needs her phone or the remote
>Noel is always happy and eager to oblige her, and often brings small snacks while she's at it. Flare gets into the habit of munching on chips and donuts between meals
>one night while watching a movie together on the couch, Flare is about to slip into a food coma from four servings plus popcorn when Noel innocuously begins to rub and massage her belly meat.
>part of her thinks it's a bit weird, but she's so tired and it feels so damn *good* that she silently lets it happen. she lets out a few cute burps as the air is kneaded out of her and sinks into the cushion into a peaceful sleep
>shamefully can't forget the pleasure of that night and wants to feel it again, but feels too embarrassed to ask Noel to do it
>gets the idea to stuff herself near to bursting so Noel might offer again
>the idea is a success. she quickly realizes she can get belly rubs every night if she stuffs her mouth enough
>months pass. the idea of dieting is laughable now, and frankly, she doesn't care anymore
>her old outfit is utterly useless now. she can't button the top, the corset just hangs loosely at her side, and her sagging gut does a better job at hiding her privates than the flaps
>she just lazes around and shovels whatever Noel brings her down her throat without question
>she has a pretty good idea why this happened, but asks Noel anyways one day. didn't she have a muscle fetish?
>Noel lightly chuckles and flashes her own toned abs before comparing herself to Flare's, embarrassing, flabby body
>it was a physique difference fetish the whole time
>she gets hotter the more useless Flare becomes
>Flare grabs her twentieth donut of the day from a nearby box and lets out a room-shaking belch before resuming her feast. Noel continues to lovingly press her hands into the wobbling chocolate flab covering her lover's whole body
>Flare realizes she's totally okay with this
