"Oh, please! When I was born, centuries ago, a girl who was skinny was just a poor, starving peasant. I don't really care if it changed, I was never interested in slim women. Even you look malnourished to me. I'm not saying that you look bad, just that I think you'd be better off if you pigged out a little."
"What, there was really a fashion for fat?" Phoebe was surprised. She always found the constant pressure to be slim kind of a bore. "Fatten up for your your beloved husband, 'cause all men love a lot of meat on your bones?"
Cole laughed. "Something like that, yeah. You see, it just wasn't right for a rich nobleman's wife to look thin! It was what most people looked like, because they had no access to fatty foods. The fact is that there are lots of women who preferred to look like they could afford so much food, that not did they not starve, they actually got twice the size of their servant girls. And if you were rich enough, then maybe you could afford to feed you servants as well. So, if your handmaidens were fat, but you were even fatter, then you simply *must* be a Queen."
Piper thought about that. "Well, that does make sense. And you really would like *me* to gain weight?" She rubbed her belly thoughtfully.
"Well," Said Leo. "What better way to show you how good it feels to get fat than by getting fat? I can always help you lose the weight, if you don't like it."
"And you're sure that this is what you want? You wanna see me get a potbelly?"
Cole put his palm on her belly, his fingers out stretched. "I would love to see you get much more than just a pot belly! But first, how about...
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