Chapter 2 - the conversation, the deployment, and the return

One night, about two months before the wedding we were talking about dresses and tuxes. She wanted a dress that accentuated the curve of her hips. Where some women would have been self conscience of such a physical feature, she loved her shape. She was shaped like all the women in her family I would come to find out. Her mother, aunts, and two sisters all were pear-shaped, and were all heavier than she was. Substantially so in the case of her mother and one of her aunts. She also enjoyed how much I loved it to.I loved grabbing those hips and pulling her close to me. While discussing dresses and hips, she stated half-way sarcastically that it was silly to spend so much on a dress that would "never fit her again after that night." My ears perked up at this. I had always liked bigger women, and had thought on more than one occasion how great she would look if she put on weight, but I had never shared that with her. I had to play this cool. "Why do you say that," I asked. "Come on babe," she laughed, "you have seen my mother. She was way skinnier than me before she got married, and now look at her. I have never had delusions that I wouldn't end up pleasantly plump myself." I blushed and smiled while awkwardly stating "ok." So much for playing it cool. "Aww, baby, would you not like me anymore if I gained a little weight," she cooed. "No, I definitely would." Subtle. Good job sailor. "Really? she stated with a smile and a genuine curiosity. "Yes. Actually I was kind of hoping you would put on a little weight." Maybe I should have just left an let my dick do all the talking. To my relieved surprise, this statement did not piss her off. She stared at me for a few seconds with a genuine thoughtfulness that quickly started to send me into a panic. Then she smiled wide, exclaiming loudly "Oh my goodness, you're a chubby chaser!" I blushed harder and threw a pillow at her, but did not verbally deny the accusation. She tackled me into the couch and we play-wrestled for a few minutes before it turned into making out, and then sex in the middle of the living room floor. It was not brought up again for the rest of my time at home. Our wedding was small, and wonderful. We spent the four days afterwards up in the mountains (beaches aren't great honeymoons when you live near them), and I left for a six month patrol. Leaving that time was the hardest goodbye i had said since joining the service, but I was comforted by the fact that the next time I came home, I would be coming home to my wife.

Our communication this deployment was similar to the last. We emailed each other every night. I did not know I could miss someone that much. Unfortunately after the first month I stopped receiving pictures. She said she was having a problem with her camera and she was really sorry. For some reason we were never able to video chat on my port calls either. We could just never get it to work. This made the deployment a little more difficult, but at least we still had email, in which she would occasionally describe in great detail all the things she wanted to do to me when I got back. After 6 long months I was ready to be home and see her. I would have the first five days after we got back before I would have to come back to work and I planned on spending every minute with her. The morning we pulled in was electric on board the ship. They usually were as sailors are trying to focus on their jobs while simultaneously holding back the excitement of seeing their loved ones. I was so ready to see her on the pier. Somehow this time seemed more special than the last because we were married now, and I would be going back with her to our home.

As we pulled in I stood up on the flight deck, scanning the crowd for my wife. I could not see her anywhere. My heart started to sink. There was a lot of people there, but I had a pretty good view of all of them and I couldn't find her anywhere. I started looking for some of the other wives she had become friends with. I was able to pick a few of them out together, but still not my wife. Starting to feel panicky, I attempted to scan the various signs being waved in the air. Maybe if she was behind someone I could still see the sign. She had told me she was making one. I was in luck, and found it quicker than I anticipated. It welcomed me home by name, follow by the phrase "Report for Booty." Aww, my wife I smiled. Then I realized why I didn't see her at first. There she was. Standing among her friends like I had anticipated, but something was different. She was different. She was big.

Even from far away I could tell she had put on significant weight in the last 6 months. She was wearing a black and white striped maxi-dress that did little to hide her wider hips and deep cleavage. It also could not hide the prominent belly that now protruded above her thighs. Her arms were noticeably softer and swayed slightly as she waved her sign. Her face had a new roundness to it, that some how made her big smile seem even more cheerful. I couldn't keep my eyes off of her. My mind was racing. I eventually had to get back to the task of securing everything as we pulled in but my thoughts were not in my work. Suddenly things started to become clear very quickly. My mind raced back to the conversation we had had two months before the wedding. To the thoughtful gaze after I admitted my fantasy, and to her casual acceptance of her inevitable weight gain. Then I started to realize why she mysteriously had problems with her camera for 5 of the last 6 months and why Skype never seemed to work on port calls. Did she do this on purpose? Could I be that lucky?

I wrapped up my last tasks in a blur and rushed down the brow to her. She jumped into my arms and about took the wind out of me. She kissed me hard, and deep, and it took everything I had not to start exploring her body with my hands. All at once we both seemed to say "I love you," and "let's go home." I swung my sea bag over my should and we walked, holding hands to the car. It may have just been in my head, but even her hand seemed more plush than when I left. She drove home and I couldn't take my eyes off of her. I couldn't take it all in fast enough. She smiled knowingly and told me how much she missed me, and how she had taken the next few days off of work to spend together. The sexual energy in the car was palpable. Sitting in the drivers seat, her hips and thighs spread past the edges, and her new belly rested in her wide lap. Her boobs were spilling out over the top of the dress, and the modest cleavage she had as a B cup was now much deeper. Her breasts also somehow seemed softer and jiggled when she laughed. Her upper arms no longer had the same tone they once did, but still seemed strong and thick. Her bright eyes gleamed through her fuller cheeks. I was delirious with the amount of blood no longer in my head.

It was an excruciatingly long 10 minute drive to our apartment. Neither of us acknowledged the elephant in the room during the whole trip, but I could tell she knew it was all I was thinking about, and she reveled in it. Finally, we pulled into to the parking space in front of the door to our building. Before getting out of the car she leaned over to me, kissed me again and whispered "In case you were wondering, its 60 lbs. in 6 months." She got out of the car and started walking to the door. I jumped out to follow her, leaving my bag and her sign in the car. My knees almost gave out following her to the front door. It was then, for the first time since getting home, that I got to see her from behind. Her once impressively wide and perky butt, was now huge and soft. it protruded outward like a shelf and jiggled uncontrollably with every step. This moment was not lost on her and she peeked back over her shoulder and giggled at me for blatantly staring. I did not care. This all seemed like the most wonderful sex dream I could imagine, and no sex had been had...yet.