Unequivocally (Patreon)

Another short vignette from that couple that’s fun to write. This is the second time writing a decent chunk of this as I lost an initial pass with a browser refreshing the tab of the original post while I checked the spelling on a word I had already spelled correctly… Anyway I like writing these two. And feedback’s been encouraging. This time, we’re six months in, & one has a big question on their mind.

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The aroma was what awoke her at first. Even from a deep, much needed sleep, the wafting vapor tugging at her by the nostrils, like some kind of old timey cartoon. But then, hearing that distinct, greasy sizzle? Coming from the kitchen? Piecing things together only heightened the temptation she already felt. Sweetened it. Overwhelmed everything else going on in her head but. What a wonderful thing to wake up to!

Her feet began to feebly kick at the sheets, from the ankle at first. Then the knee. And her hands clumsily reached for the flap of blanket to fold off of herself, all before even blinking her eyes fully open. With the covers leaving her, she sat up, feeling just how chilly the room felt. A little too chilly for just her light green camisole & her favorite, though increasingly tighter, pajama bottoms. Even though they were flannel.

Luckily her slippers & robe were close enough to the bed to wiggle into without much fuss. Unluckily, the way things had been going, her silky robe was following her pajama bottom’s lead. It didn’t seem as loose & as flowy these days. Comfy in all the ways robes were supposed to be comfy. Hell, she probably couldn’t even cinch it closed any more, even if she wanted to. But it just enough to cover her arms & shoulders anyway. And just as she groggily began shuffling towards the door, she just so happened to catch a quick glimpse of the rounding reflection that had traversed across Tom’s full length mirror in perfect unison. She stopped short, leaning back on her one heel.

It was wild just how insane the difference six happy months had upon her once wispy, waifish frame. All things fragile, angular, & bony were gone, now padded out into sweeping, round, feminine curves. Like for one? She actually had cleavage now! Proper cleavage. But also wide, thick hips to match. Ones she could sashay to devastating effect. And they met nicely in what had grown to be quite a nice, plump, bubble butt. Frankly, they were the sexy, womanly features she had always dreamed of having but never seemed to come. Not when she put everyone else’s desires before her own. She was so close to having the banging hourglass she had always wanted. It may have sounded a little trite, but she almost felt like a goddess. Almost.

Her belly, on the other hand, was kind of another story.

Sure, it had started off cute enough. Just a soft little paunch, adorably jutting out, trying to make itself known. In the very beginning, she even liked playing up that jut, sticking it out, overemphasizing it, purely to toy with Tom. But over time, she noticed she had to work less & less to stick it out. And probably, at least partially through the constant stretching brought on by regular overfeedings, it seemed to be the one part of her that had practically taken off the fastest. Spilling out, demanding its presence be acknowledged by all.

Even now, a size or two up from where she started, she still couldn’t quite tug her cami down quite enough, eliciting a very slight sigh. Everything else? That thiccness felt womanly. Feminine. Curvy sure, but an ideal. In her mind, a soft, flabby belly was different. It just felt… in the way. And despite very much enjoying the other parts of her that had softened, she couldn’t help but be still at least just a little self-conscious about it. And at the pace of just how quickly it was bulging. It was the one thing!

At the same time? For all the angst & uncertainty it may have caused her? Tom didn’t seem to mind it. In fact, coincidentally, he did quite the opposite of “mind.” To the point where it seemed like it had quickly become his absolute favorite part of her. The way he’d clasp it in his fingers? Kneed at it? So gently caress it whenever she was way, way too full? He clearly found it very sexy. To the point where it almost felt a little too easy for Gita. As if she possessed a sort of built-in cheat code to drive him wild. All it took was giving it the slightest jiggle, or gentlest pat, & he’d simply be putty. Instantaneously. And so, for her? If even just for now? There was something about the way he appreciated it so deeply that made her much more comfortable with it. Even if a bit begrudgingly.

Overall, she felt happier. Occasionally belly angst aside, she felt more confident in herself than ever before, which almost seemed paradoxical to most people’s experiences with weight. And while she would often reassess these, let’s say less than traditional proclivities, the thought of continuing always just felt the best. The happier, more fulfilling option. Which, at this very moment, was very fortunate, because that bacon smelled phenomenal.

She tried to tread down the hallway lightly, but the added heft led to creaks in the hardwood. Though the sizzle grew louder. The smokiness more inviting. As she entered the kitchen, Tom had his back to her, minding the stove. She leaned against the island, shutting her eyes & inhaling deeply. While she didn’t really do much to give her presence away, Tom knew she was there, & spoke without turning.

“This was supposed to be a breakfast in bed,” He gestured with the spatula. “But it’s hard to be all that stealthy, I guess.”

“Yeah I guess,” Gita purred. It would’ve been nice, but they’d been at this long enough. She knew more than anything, l he was looking to spare her burning a few extra calories more than anything. Stuff her with at least four fifths of her daily recommended before she even thought about leaving bed. That’s when she saw the box next to her on the counter.

“Did you…?” She asked, knowing the answer.

“Part of the surprise.” He looked back with a smirk. It was less of a surprise, seeing as he seemed to do it almost every other weekend. But still, getting those delicious, buttery croissants from that one stand, her favorite in the whole farmer’s market was a total process. One that included getting in line well before 7am, just for the opportunity to maybe get one before they sold out. And yet, Tom, knowing just how much Gita enjoyed them, had seemed to make it into something of a habit. And Gita tried to show adequate appreciation, even though he seemed to make obtaining them almost seem like such an ordinary, effortless feat.

“Awwwwwww,” she fawned, ripping at the tape of the white box. “Thank you!” She chirped with a sing-songy sincerity. Tom started to reach & rattle for plates. Gita smirked & broke off a piece of croissant as she watched him prepare breakfast. And the more she watched him, the more she slowly came to the realization that she wasn’t the only one showing changes as of late.

There was something just the slightest bit broader about Tom’s frame these days too. Not by much. And not even intentionally, from what she could tell. But just enough to clock a distinct change. She was picking up on the smallest things, like how the strings of the apron he wore just seemed to cut a little deeper into his sides.

It wasn’t that he necessarily shared her insane appetite. His was nowhere close in sheer magnitude. But maybe just constantly being in the presence of so much food? Or her, eating the way she always was? Just “sympathetically,” as they say? Or maybe her enthusiasm was just a little too contagious. Started rubbing off on him a little bit at a time, whenever she was a little too busy (over)indulging to notice.

Either way, there was something pleasing about it to Gita, reminding her of how special this little bond of theirs was. Well that, & she had always been at least a little bit more partial to a “dad bod.”

“Voila,” he proudly laid a plate before her. Eggs in holes. With a healthy side of bacon. Healthy, in quantity anyway. And a small bowl of fresh berries, seemingly another farmer’s market score, topped off with a dollop of whipped cream. And a kettle, for the tea she already kept at his place for just such an occasion.

“Thank you! It all looks so delicious,” Gita started off, setting her croissant down next to the bacon, & clapping the flaky crumbs from her fingers for the time being. “You’re the best!” She leaned over to smooch him on the cheek, her bigger bust almost absentmindedly landing in her eggs. Tom leaned in a little extra further to help out her reach.

“C’mon. For you?” He smirked, happy to watch the work of his entire morning pay off by her enjoying her meal. “Of course.” He chomped on his own half piece of bacon off a smaller plate he had set to the side. “But I was doing this partly to um…” He trailed, a little awkwardly. Pensively. “I have some ulterior motives I was hoping we could maybe… discuss.” The corners of Gita’s chewing mouth curled up into a wry smile.  Slowly, she leaned back in her stool, laying her free hand upon the crest of her bulging belly.

“You whipped all this up with an ulterior motive you say?” Her fingers reflexively giving the soft flesh a pat, before giving way to a bemused chuckle.

“Not-“ Tom blushed. “No. I mean… something else, anyway. And I’m trying to be serious, ok?” He took a deep breath as Gita poked her fork into the bowl of berries, her smirk fading to give him room to say what he needed to say. “The other night. When you mentioned your lease is coming up…?” Gita’s eyes widened, trying not to look too delighted.

“Mmhmm,” Listening intently, she strategically scooped berries, so he had to keep talking, not her.

“Would you want to…? How do I put this?” Tom was already struggling. “It’s a big step! I mean six months. That isn’t like too…?” Unable to take his floundering a second longer, especially after all the effort he had gone through to feed her this amazing breakfast, Gita swallowed & decided to let him off the hook.

“Are you offering me to move in here? With you?” She asked looking up with demure eyes.

“Um… yeah.” He said, feeling relieved. Gita didn’t blink or break eye contact as she slowly, deliberately took another big flaky bite of croissant. His brow tightened for a second as she realized that she was doing this on purpose. Toying with him to build suspense. But Gita could only last about six seconds before cracking, wincing into a closed, but very pleased smile, as she tried to manage her mouthful. “Is that a yes?” Tom interjected before she had it under control.

“Mmmhmmm!” Gita nodded emphatically, finally taking a gulp. “I’d love to! If you’ll have me?” She laughed with playfully false modesty.

“What do you think?” Tom grinned, sidestepping the kitchen island with arms stretched. Gita reached too, but could only manage a half step off her stool as his strong arms wrapped into her soft sides, embracing & meeting in a long, passionate kiss. They continued to hold one another, look into each other’s eyes, marveling in the unspoken enthusiasm each had. Awkwardness & playfulness aside, neither had a second’s hesitation. There was something so exciting to how right things felt, for both of them.

“Does this mean more breakfasts like this?” Gita finally grinned sheepishly. Tom laughed, releasing one arm to pick up the rest of her croissant. He held it half an inch from her mouth. Dutifully, with a smile, Gita parted her plump lips & accepted it.

“Every breakfast, if you want it to be.” He smiled, his eye flaring deviously. Gita took a bite & chewed for a second.

“How soon,” she started before swallowing. “Can I start moving in?” She then opened wide, waiting for him to feed her next bite.