Chapter 2 - I wanted to come home full for you

Another month and I'm 140 pounds. My chest grew to D-cups and my rear has taken on an even rounder bigger appearance but most of the weight still finds my belly. I'm grateful to still have my hourglass shape at least as the rest of me seems to be evenly growing at the moment. My wide hips have some added padding and I have slightly noticeable fat rolls around my bra backing.

I had to order new jeans and clothes online because all my clothes were too embarrassingly tight for me to even go to the store. I work from home currently so I'm thankful I don't need to buy many new work clothes. Mikhail tried to convince me to buy maternity clothes but I don't know how much more I'll gain by the time I conceive. Or IF I conceive. Work started having monthly meetings in the office so I'm getting ready to leave right now. I put on my new medium work pants. I bought them because the material is very stretchy so I should be able to wear them for a while. I put on one of my nicer older shirts from when I was heavier in high school. I can't really say that anymore considering I'm technically the same as before. The medium shirt fits well and is loose enough to cover my newfound rolls. I look in the mirror and notice my shape, liking my boobs and butt, unsure how I'm feeling overall yet, but hoping all this leads to a baby soon.

Since working from home, I can tell some of my coworkers have started slacking on diet and exercise as well. We've been home about 6 months and most people appear slightly different - some lost a couple of pounds with newfound time to exercise, and some picked up those pounds with newfound laziness. I look around and am thankful no one seems to have judging eyes on me as we conduct our meeting but notice most people appear to be the latter.

It's time for a break and my boss, Jake, states there are dozens of donuts in the break room. We were expecting more people but with it being November, it’s flu season and some people are ill. Jake broke his leg a month after we started working from home and although I knew he gained some weight, his sweet tooth and lack of mobility seem to have left their mark on the 32-year old with 40 extra pounds over the last 5 months. I wonder if he's trying to lose it or embracing his bigger self as I walk to the break room. Some of my coworkers hesitantly select a donut from the box while others take 2. I lean more towards the former as I'm trying not to make a pig out of myself in front of everyone. I take a Boston cream, my favorite, and start talking with Doug and Cindy and others I haven't seen.

"How long have you been married now?" Cindy, a chubby middle-aged lady asks me.

"We're celebrating 1 year next month," I say after swallowing a delicious cream-filled bite.

"Congratulations, dear," Cindy happily says. "Maybe I'm a little old-fashioned, but when are you going to have kids?"

"We're trying so hopefully soon." I start to wonder if she noticed my weight gain.

"My wife and I have 4 kids," Doug shares. He's a little shorter than average in his mid-50s. "If I'd let her have her way she'd have had twice as many. We're at the age now where our oldest might be giving us grandkids soon. His wife is pushing for a whole brood. How many do you want?"

"I'm not sure yet," I share, finishing my first donut and absentmindedly grabbing another. "I used to want 5 but now that I'm at the age where it's going to happen, I'm thinking 2 or 3 would be better. I don't want my body to be completely ruined."

"Honestly," Doug says, "I was most attracted to my wife when she was round and pregnant. I think it's just a primal feature programmed within us men. You're still young and have plenty of time."

"Yes," Cindy adds. "I had 2 kids and gained a ton with both but it was worth it. They were great kids, and I’m about to have my first grandbaby from my oldest. Your body is superficial. Be happy inside and you'll have as many as your body wants. You're very young and beautiful so don't hold back because of that."

I think about what they say, almost done with my second donut. I move on to talk to Megan, someone about 5 years older than me, about half a foot taller, and twice my previous weight. She has so much confidence in her demeanor and how she dresses. She's a beautiful woman and I feel I need to catch up. We exchange a quick hug before Megan and I go down a similar conversation about how long I've been married and if I want kids. I'm starting to think maybe my weight gain is more noticeable than I thought but shove that thought down nervously with my third donut. I only had coffee this morning and I'm feeling the sugar wake my body up, but I need more caffeine to wake up my brain. I get a cup of coffee from the pot on the counter, add a little cream and sugar, and continue talking with Megan.

"Your spreadsheet really impressed the higher-ups at Jake's meeting last week," Megan says. "You put out some great work for someone so new."

"Aww, thanks. I've always been pretty good with organization and computers so I'm just glad Jake gave me a chance to show what I can do."

We finish out our in-office meeting then Jake calls me over. "Hey, Annie. I bought way too many donuts for this meeting. I'm going to need you to take these home with you."

"What? Why me?" I ask, a little excited but also confused.

"I put on some weight and my wife said I need to keep sweets out of the house. I’ve already eaten 3 today. Plus, I made sure a whole box was just Boston cream and that one seems to be practically full still."

I can't protest against my boss, so I take the boxes to my car. I drive around the back of the parking lot and contemplate my choices. If I bring these home, I'm sure Mikhail is going to make me eat them all when he gets home from the office in a few hours. I already had 3 donuts about 2 hours ago, so I should be okay with a couple more. I open the boxes and see 18. Why didn't these people eat more? Gosh. I pick a jelly filled first, then a Bavarian cream. I drop a little filling on my cleavage which I quickly lick up. I place one hand on top of my upper belly as I eat a third, feeling how much it's being stretched. 3 is about all I can take before feeling sick from the sugar. I rub my full belly, trying to imagine how much different it will be with a baby inside. I take a few moments to digest and drive 20 minutes home.

Mikhail was home early. Fuck. I take a couple extra laps around the block, giving me longer to digest. He texts me asking if I am almost home. Maybe if I tell him I already ate so many donuts and he feels my belly he'll give me a break. I pull over to a side street, text him "almost home", take a deep breath, and quickly eat another 2 donuts. My stomach is fit to burst at this point. My upper stomach is rock hard and my shirt is noticeably strained. This should be sufficient enough for him to believe I've eaten my fill.

I pull into the driveway and purposefully slowly waddle into the house carrying the boxes just above my belly.

"What do you have there?" Mikhail questions from the couch.

"Jake bought too many donuts and told me to take them home."

"Score. Let's get those in you."

"Not so fast," I tease, allowing him to walk over and grab the boxes, exposing my full belly. "I couldn't resist. I wanted to come home full for you."

His large hands gravitate towards my swell, giving me some nice rubs and alleviating some pressure. "You must be full. But I know you have more room. Since you're off the rest of the day…."

"Baaabbeee," I whine. "I'm so full. I don't have more room.*burp* …fuck."

"Well there you go." Mikhail looks devilishly at me and he massages another burp out of me. "I've found room. Now sit on the couch and eat."

I can't fight him. I'm too tired yet jittery from an excess of sugar. I sit with a groan on the couch. I try to adjust my clothes for comfort but Mikhail tells me to leave them. He sits next to me and opens the box. I pick one up and slowly eat 2 more before he allows me to stop. I lay on Mikhail's lap, crashing to sleep as he rubs the side of my swollen belly. I wake up to him watching TV, one hand still protectively on my belly which has deflated slightly with digestion.

"Good morning, beautiful," he says, giving me pats.

"Good evening," I correct him groggily. I look at how much bigger and softer my midsection is. "I'm going to blimp up at this rate. No one human should eat 8 donuts in one day."

"They should if they're getting ready to carry a baby."

"How much more do you think I'm going to need to gain? I'm already overweight and feeling heavy. I don't know how much more pre-baby weight I can take."

"You're beautiful," Mikhail assures. "You've always been. You're always going to be. And being pregnant is just going to make you even more beautiful. I want you to be happy and give you as many kids as you want. I will take care of you."

I feel at ease as he kisses me, thinking about what my coworker Doug said about finding his wife most attractive when "round and pregnant" as he put it and wonder how my dynamic with Mikhail will change the more I gain. Will I still get belly rubs? Will he tease me? Is there a limit to how much is too much in his eyes?