Chapter 3: Settled In

It's been such an amazing few months for Mark and I. So many of our friends found lockdown difficult... all the time together, the lack of structure, the boredom. Somehow Mark and I have just seemed to ease into it.

I've started jogging, reading more, and really enjoyed learning how to bake. Mark seems to feel less stressed working from home and has gotten really into video games, movies, and home bartending. I'm almost sad things are opening up again.

We've settled into such a wonderful routine together. He's kept putting on weight, but he seems really ... content. I try to cook healthy things more often than not, but he still tends to overdo it every so often with snacks, delivery, and whatever he gets when he goes out for lunch. The weird part is that I've come to enjoy his binges, as much as I know I shouldn't. He gets so needy and I love making him feel better when he gets so full. Being vulnerable like this with each other has made us closer than ever. It's to the point now where I can tell he needs me just by his facial expressions when he gets home from lunch sometimes.

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Yesterday, I could tell he was going to pig out again. He had some rough meetings coming up in the morning and was already finishing the box of croissants at his desk when I got home from my morning jog. I peeked into his office to check on him and felt a little guilty I hadn't woken up early enough to make him breakfast. He's gotten so big, but somehow I love him more all the time. I never imagined myself having such a fat husband.

He's sighing and trying to keep his cool listening to his colleagues on the meeting. I can see how much he's outgrown his new polos already, even just seeing him from behind. His love handles are bulging out the sides and I just know his gut is hanging out in the front. He's so handsome, but he's getting way too big. There's even a roll of fat on his back now. We should probably start thinking about getting him on diet or something.

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He slams down his headphones and I can tell the meeting didn't end well. I slip into the room behind him and kiss his neck while I run my hands down the front of his chest and belly. I say, "Good morning baby, I love you." And give him a little pat on the belly. My other hand can feel the fat jiggle from my pat. It's kind of fun.

He turns around and wraps his soft arms around my waist, putting his face in my sweaty cleavage. He let out a long groan before turning his head to the side, "Baaaabe. That went so bad, Can you make me breakfast?"

I kiss the top of his head and run my hands through his thick hair, "Of course, babe. What do you want?" I love when he asks me to do things for him.

"I think it's one of those days, Becky. Can you make the cinnamon rolls and some eggs and bacon? Maybe bring the box of pop tarts in here in the meantime." He kept his head buried in my cleavage, waiting for my response. It's like he always thinks I'm going to say no, or make fun of him, or something when he gets like this. But I understand, food makes him feel better.

"Of course babe. I'd love to."

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It took him a few hours to finish all that and I definitely didn't offer to make him lunch. He took early afternoon meetings from the couch with his camera off and his head in my lap. His breathing gets a little shallow and his voice changes a bit when he's so stuffed. I can tell the difference, but I hope his coworkers can't. I held my book with one hand and rubbed his big belly with the other. His belly is so fun to squeeze and jiggle.

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"Finally done!! Nap time. Thanks for the rubs babe. You're the best. That really helped."

Gosh I love him. "No you're the best. Can I nap with you?" I ask. He smirks and hoists himself off the couch with considerable effort.

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One of the biggest changes with all this weight gain is how he walks. He used to stand really straight and walk with a sort of easy, loping gait. Now, his back arches because of all the weight in his belly and his arms push out to the sides from the fat piling up around his chest. The bounce in his step is gone and his feet point out a little bit. When he goes up stairs, his knees have to go out to the side so his belly doesn't bounce around. When he gets really bloated like this, he arches even more and he kind of waddles around.

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He follows me up the stairs to our bedroom and I can hear him getting really winded. By the time he gets to our bed, he needs a few minutes to catch his breath and let out a few belches under his breath before he lays down.

"Hey babe, did you plan anything for dinner? I'm craving pizza."

That is the absolute last thing I thought he was going to say after stuffing his fat face all day. It makes me giggle a bit out of surprise and he looks a little scared. I take his hand and place it on my ass before I squeeze his belly fat in both my hands.

"Babe, you've been on the couch like a beached whale all day and you're already thinking about dinner. Shame on you" I say with a smirk and a firm pat on the underside of his soft belly.

What am I doing? I'm so horny. He's going to get so fat.