The Creep

Chapter 1- Baby Makes Three

“Katie’s really glowing,” Rob said to his brother. Connor nodded with a grin. “She’s gorgeous,” Connor replied gazing at his wife. Katie was seated in the center of the room on an oversized armchair as their entire extended family fussed about her.

She placed a hand on her abundant midsection. “She looks ready to pop,” Rob added with a devilish grin. “Easy,” Connor shot back. “What? I’m just saying she’s… filled out,” Rob said.

Connor rolled his eyes. He knew where this was going. His brother had a narrow view on body types when it came to women. “She’s nearly nine months pregnant, man. That’s what happens,” Connor said turning his attention back to the cake on his plate.

Rob took a swig of his beer and continued. “Just be careful,” Rob said. “Once that kid gets here the first thing to go out the window is the gym routine. Then the meal plan. And before you know it you have a dead bedroom and a fat wife.”

Connor shook his head. “Whatever, Rob.” His brother was such a chauvinist. First of all Katie was young and healthy. She’d been addicted to spin class for as long as Connor had known her. Plus, she was a total health nut. There was no way that there was any truth to what Rob had said.

Connor took a bite of his cake, continuing to watch his wife. And so what if she didn’t loose of the baby weight? Her tits looked great. Connor loved his wife and he could handle a little extra of her.

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“Mac and Cheese casserole again,” Connor asked as he stood at the threshold of the kitchen. Katie was seated at the tabled with their son in her arms, attempting to nurse. She had her long brown hair in a messy bun, her flannel pajamas open to expose her breast, and the bathrobe she had yet to wash covered in a fresh spit up stain.

“Sorry, babe,” Katie said between coos. “I couldn’t get Wyatt to latch this afternoon, so I just threw whatever was in the freezer in the oven.” Connor nodded. “It’s ok. You’re doing a good, job,” he said before turning towards the bedroom.

He changed out of his work clothing, noting how the waist band of his suit slacks was getting a little snug. Hanging them up, he made a mental note to pick up some healthy frozen meals to keep in the freezer. Before he slipped on his sweats he took in his softening middle. Damn, he knew he’d gained a little sympathy weight but he was starting to look chunkier than usual.

After dinner, when Katie had put Wyatt down in his crib she joined Connor on the couch. He was reclining, his belly poking out from under the hem of his t-shirt, video game controller in hand. He was attempting to burn off some of the massive calories they’d just consumed during dinner. “How’d it go,” Connor asked glancing at Katie.

She sighed. “Good,” she said as she adjusted the waistband of her pajamas. Connor could see how it was digging into the soft flesh of her tummy. After Katie had given birth, her stomach had deflated a bit, but Connor had noticed that it’d stayed chubby. It was a far cry from the flat hard stomach of her pre-baby body.

“Hey, I can watch Wyatt on Saturday if you want to go to the gym or the hair salon,” Connor offered. He hoped his voice was nonchalant. Katie laughed bringing her hand to gently slap her belly. Connor fought the urge to let his jaw drop when he noticed the jiggle it had to it.

“I’m that fat still,” Katie asked, her voice wobbling slightly. Oh no. Connor had done it now. He paused his game, turning to his wife who had now buried her face in her hands. “I’m huge still,” Katie sobbed. Connor wrapped his arms around his wife, bringing her soft body against his.

“Baby, you’re beautiful. I didn’t mean anything by it. I just meant that you could use a break. Feel like yourself again, you know,” Connor continued. “Your lying. You think I’m fat and you don’t want to have sex with me any more,” Katie continued to sob.

Connor kissed the top of her head. “That’s not true. I would love to have sex with you right now. You’re the hottest women I’ve ever seen,” Connor said. “Really,” Katie sniffed looking up at him. Connor didn’t even respond. He just leaned down and kissed his wife.

He felt her melt into his embrace. Five minutes later they were in their bedroom with the door shut. Connor thrusting into his wife. He’d been dying to have sex once the doctor gave the all clear. And he had to admit, he didn’t hate his wife’s new curves. Her hips felt nice as he griped him. Her larger breasts had a very satisfying bounce as they fucked in rhythm. And he was obsessed with her fuller ass. Maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad thing if she kept a few of these extra parts?