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Your pants won't fucking button, no matter how hard you pull them up, jump or try to shimmy into them. And you've only had them for a couple of tendays! This is getting seriously out of hand. Sighing, you give yourself a critical look in the standing mirror by your bedroom wall.There's no denying it – you've gained a considerable amount of weight since you and your wife came back from Avernus together. What can you do? Seems like food has become your main coping mechanism after such a traumatic experience. Not to mention that you missed it so much back in the hells. But you survived. And you felt that you deserved to enjoy the little pleasures in life to the fullest as a reward.Well, now your reward is a widening ass and a rounding belly. Which refuse to be confined into those godsdamned trousers. In the end, you give up and choose one of your dresses instead and try not to think too much about how it used to be a lot less tight.“What took you so long?” Karlach asks you when you finally emerge from the room.Embarrassment oozing from every single pore of yours, you bring yourself to ask the uncomfortable question.“Karlach,” you begin, “am I getting fat?”She arches one of her eyebrows. The question seems to be completely unexpected for her.“Fat?” she repeats. “Uh, I don't know.”She walks around you in a circle, checking you out from every angle. You'd swoon at the concentrated expression on her face if you weren't feeling so naked at the moment.“Yeah? Maybe?”When you hear her affirmative – though doubtful – response, you grunt in annoyance. You pat your bulging stomach, as though you wanted to punish yourself.“Why didn't you tell me?” you ask her, unable to hide the slightly accusatory tone.“We've been together for years,” she shrugs, “and we see each other every day, all the time. How could I notice?”That's your wife – always honest, and also oblivious as hells. Some of the things you find most endearing about her. In a way, you should consider yourself lucky – if she hasn't noticed, that means she doesn't mind it, right? And yet, doubt and insecurity settle in your chest.“Anyway, shall we head out?” she says, lighting up. “Ready for our date night?”You don't want to ruin the mood, so you link your arm with hers and follow her out of the house. Since you moved back to Baldur's Gate, it's become a tradition between you both to take at least a night every tenday to spend it taking delight in each other's company and having fun together. Sometimes you go camping in the woods for a couple of days, to bond with nature and make love under the stars. Other times you go to a tavern where there is live music, so you can watch a good performance and dance. Last time you went to the beach for a nice swim after sunset.Too bad the plan for today is simply dinner. Eating is the last thing you feel like doing right now.Of course, your destination is the Elfsong Tavern, if only for old times' sake. Lakissa still works there and she always sneaks a free drink, a sweet little treat or some extra bread. However, tonight you spend the whole evening toying with your food and sipping your water. You didn't even dare to order beer or wine. Karlach looks at you in concern from behind her plate of honeyed rothé.“You alright, love?” she asks. “Not thinking 'bout your looks still, are you?”There's no fooling her. She knows you too well, sees through you as if you were made of glass. Which is how you feel right now – breakable and transparent. But not invisible, although you almost wish you were. You had to draw the washed out green curtains around your booth because you were convinced that people were staring at you.No need to answer. Karlach allows herself a small, knowing smile.“Oh, c'mon!” she says. “So what if you're a little plumper than when we met? Bodies change all the time. Doesn't mean you have changed. You're still the one I love.”“What if you stop finding me attractive?”She almost bursts out laughing at that. Over the table, her hand reaches for yours.“Are you serious?! You're fucking gorgeous, and you'll always be to me. I'd rather have you fat and happy than starving yourself and being miserable. So eat. Enjoy yourself.”Repressing a whine, you force yourself to take a spoonful of your mushroom soup. It's not your favorite, honestly, but you thought it'd be the least fattening option. Karlach looks pleased and that lifts some of the weight in your heart. She's so caring and protective towards you. You can't stand seeing her upset.“I know we said we'd go sit in Bloomsridge Park and watch the stars,” she tells you after a while. “But how about we go back home after dinner? I wanna show you something.”Although you feel bad for cutting your date night short, curiosity gets the better of you. Karlach's surprises never fail, like that lovely rendezvous at The Singing Lute she organized for you back in your adventuring days. When you get home and question her about it, though, all she does is take your hand to lead you to the bedroom. She makes you stand in front of the full-sized mirror by your wardrobe.“Look at yourself,” she points at your reflection with her head, placing a hand on your shoulder. “See yourself through my eyes.”You want to protest, but a loving kiss on your lips silences you. She cups your chin and turns your face towards the glass. A part of you feels embarrassed and wants to yell at her for pouring salt in the wound, but your heart tells you to trust her. You know she'd never do anything to hurt you.“Look at this pretty face,” she gives you a gentle squeeze and bends her knees to be at your level. “When you smile, you shine with the force of a thousand stars. You have the warmest, most compassionate eyes. And those cheeks! So biteable. So kissable.”She plants kisses all over, occasionally nibbling on your cheekbones or the little layer of plush forming under your jaws. She nuzzles your neck and rubs her face against yours, smiling at you through your mirrored image.“I personally am happy that there's more to smooch. But let's continue our journey, shall we?”A tickling caress travels through your arms, from wrist to shoulder. Those fingertips focus mainly on the upper part, lovingly pinching on your flab.“Your arms are so soft and smooth. So perfect for cuddling.”Carefully she takes off your dress, leaving you in your brassiere and underpants. Like on every date night, you're wearing matching undergarments. Red lace, this time. They're your favorite, but right now the only thing you can see is your pudgy tummy, the underhang hiding the waistband of your panties. Ashamed you cover it with your arms. Karlach tuts and shakes her head.“No, no, no, no hiding, my love.”You sigh in resignation as she forces you to show yourself and wraps her arm around your waist. Her big warm hand traces the roundness of your stomach with a tenderness that melts your heart.“Your belly is beautiful. It's full of delicious things and happiness. And it's so much fun to play with!” resting her head on your shoulder, she pinches the rolls on your sides. “You know why they call these love handles? Because you grow them when someone loves you so much they go out of their way to make sure you are never hungry, but always cozy and satisfied.”That line may be sappy as hells, but you can't help lighting up when you hear it. When she kisses right above your navel, a pleasurable tingle courses through you. You can't hold back a shaky gasp. Karlach makes you turn around so you can see yourself sideways. Strangely, this time you are not too bothered by how far your mid-section sticks out. Her hands and eyes travel to your backside, which has also become quite round and prominent.“Have I mentioned how much I adore your ass?”The sentence is emphasized by a playful spank that makes your whole body bounce a little. She then squeezes your buttocks.“So fucking grabbable. You know I looooove soft things.”She then digs her fingers into your fleshy thighs. You can already feel butterflies fluttering their wings between them at her touch.“And look at those thighs! They jiggle a little whenever you move and it's just... ngh! So sensuous! Makes me want to eat them whole.”Gently, she tests them with her fangs. A jolt of arousal is sent to every confine of your body. Then, in one rapid movement, she unclasps and takes off your brassiere. Your round, growing breasts pour over the mound of your belly with a joyful wobble.“Your tits are getting bigger, too,” she whispers, cupping one in her hand. “And that's very good, innit? Who doesn't like big tiddies? At least I'm a sucker for them.”Goofy as ever, she runs her tongue over your nipple and begins suckling on it, stealing a giggle from you. You grin and throw your head back. Silliness aside, the touch of those lips is truly fueling your lust. Your hand ruffles her dark hair and grips the base of her horn. Karlach looks up at you.“Feeling better about yourself now?” she wonders expectantly.“A little,” you admit, feeling the blush on your cheeks, “but still, I don't want people to think 'What is that gorgeous tiefling lady doing with that fat blob?' whever they see us together.”“Well, fuck 'em! This tiefling lady will be more than ready to crack the skull of any asshole who dares to mess with her beautiful wife, who is definitely not a fat blob.”Just to hear her, your heart swells. How could you not feel safe with her, when she always has your back in every possible way? A smile plays on your lips as you let them meet her sweet mouth. Nevertheless, you take one more look in the mirror and sigh. She looks so impressive, towering a couple of heads above you, so strong and beautiful. Her muscles might not be as defined as they used to be – it's been a couple of years without having to fight your way through life, thank the gods – but you feel like a potato next to the most perfect sculpture ever created.“It's not fair, though,” you complain. “I feel so unworthy of having such a perfect, fit woman beside me when I'm – well, me.”“Awww, don't be stupid! Already told you how precious you are. But hey, that can be solved,” she adds with an enigmatic grin. ***You only find out what she means by that the following day. For a change, she's up earlier than you, humming to herself in the kitchen while she makes waffles. Your eyes widen at the sight of all the food piling up on the table. There's a basket of fruit, bread and butter, a huge omelette and cheese, as well as orange juice and milk to wash it all down. When she hears you coming, her tail perks up slightly before she turns around.“Morning! You're just in time!”“What are we celebrating?” you ask, amused.“Just another wonderful day together,” she responds merrily as she brings the plate full of waffles to the table.Incredulously, you eye the food as you take a seat next to her. It's a little overwhelming.“Are we supposed to eat all of this for breakfast? I thought the plan was for me to lose weight.”“Wrong. I'm gonna fatten myself up.”Huh? You scratch your ear. You can't have possibly heard that right.“You're – what?! Are you serious?”“Why not?” Karlach shrugs. “If it makes you feel less inadequate, I'm all for it. And having an excuse to treat myself to something delicious is a serious bonus.”There's an excited grin on her face as she sits down and begins filling her plate.“You gonna join me?”You shake your head with a chuckle and take the chair next to her. It's cute to watch her spread butter on her roll of bread and add some chocolate syrup on it. Doesn't have bad taste either. Cautiously, you reach for the waffles and put one on your plate, along with a piece of the omelette and some grapes. A moan from her mouth distracts you. Karlach looks absolutely ecstatic as she sinks her teeth into her improvised toast, closing her eyes and throwing her head back.“Hmm, so good. You need to try this.”She offers you a bite. It looks truly appetizing, so you accept. After how sweet she's been to you, going out of her way to make you feel better about your body, you wouldn't dare to say no for the sake of insecurity. Her big warm hand squeezes your shoulder as you taste the treat.“That's my girl! Whatcha think?”“Lovely indeed!” you exclaim.The softness of butter is a good complement to the strong, bitter taste of chocolate, and your teeth rejoice with the crispy bread.“See? I'm a culinary genius!” she beams, devouring the rest of her toast in one single bite.Her joy is contagious. One of the things that made you fall for her is her pleasure-seeking nature, her joy for all the simple things. Watching her appreciate food like that is delightful. And she fucking deserves it after everything she's been through. If there's one person in the whole world who should indulge as much as she can, that's Karlach no doubt.After stuffing herself for a while, barely catching a breath in between, she covers her mouth with her hand. Her stomach, always showing with the crop tops she likes to wear, vibrates with a concealed belch. It still looks as flat and taut as usual, but the tiny fluttering makes your imagination run wild. You picture it expanding, becoming rounder, taking up more space, folding into rolls, her navel turning into a slit. That fantasy forces you to press your thighs against each other.“Can you pass me some fruit?” she mumbles, her mouth full of waffles.Nodding, you stretch yourself and reach for the tray of fruit. Yet instead of bringing it closer to her, you pluck some grapes and offer them to her lips.“Open your mouth,” you say.The corner of her lip curls up. Her eyes narrow with a mischievous flash.“You feeding me now?”“You always treat me like a queen. It's time someone started treating you like the queen you are.”For a second, you can see her melting on her chair. Soon she regains composure, her smile widening as she catches the grape between her teeth.“In that case...”Her cat-like gaze is fixed on you all the while and the tip of her tongue tickles your fingertips as she keeps accepting grape after grape. Between bites, she kisses your fingers, making you sigh. Your free hand timidly finds her belly and rubs it in circles.“Good girl,” you purr, giving her an approving pat, “I love to see you eating well.”You have no idea where that came from, surprised by your own words, by that low tone that sounds unlike you. Karlach pulls you onto her lap and kisses you. Your soft stomach brushes against hers through the thin fabric of your nightgown. Her tongue, sweet and juicy, teases between your lips.“Well, get used to it, love, 'cause that's what I plan to do from now on. And with such a loving servant as yourself, it's even more fun.”***Every now and then, Wyll contacts you to help deal with some criminals, escort people on dangerous missions or help refugees. Now you are both returning from one of those odd jobs for your favorite Grand Duke, celebrating your good work and your payment with a couple of chocolate-covered bananas. It's been a few self-indulgent months and it shows. Your softening bodies – which haven't lost one bit of their strength or agility – wobble with every step. You are aware of how many curious looks the two of you attract, but they don't bother you anymore. In fact, just like your lovely wife, you've started wearing crop tops that show off your belly. It's even rounder than before and folds into several rolls that stick out farther than your breasts. These two are also growing considerably and you sometimes worry that they'll pop out of your small top with the next bounce.Other than that, you are absolutely comfortable in your skin and madly in love with your lady's new shape. The changes in Karlach are even more noticeable. Her pretty face has become rounder, with cute plump cheeks and a layer or plush forming under her chin. Her arms and thighs have always been thick, but they look a lot squishier than they used to. You love to bite those fleshy parts of her affectionately, marking them as yours, since you are partially the cause of their existence. Dark stretch marks spider across her red tummy, hard to spot between the old burn scars, but you could spend all day tracing them with your fingers and kissing them. Her waistline has widened considerably and her lower stomach spreads over the waistband of her pants. Neither of you try the least to suck in. Why would you want to hide the most obvious sign of your love? Your bumps of joy, as Karlach likes to call them. Sometimes you joke that you've impregnated each other, but with delicious food instead of babies.As Karlach eats the last bite of her banana, her pants can't seem to take it anymore. The lace holding them in place – the button popped a tenday ago – undoes itself, letting her stomach puff out. A sheepish smile spreads across her lips and you both laugh it off. You give her belly pooch a loving touch.“Looks like we're gonna have to replace those soon.”“You pamper me too much, soldier.”“Don't you dare blame it on me,” you warn her teasingly. “You're the one who insisted on going out for dinner and getting the rothé special three times this week.”“You could have stopped me.”“Why would I? You look so happy whenever they put that humongous plate in front of you! And kissing the grease off of the corners of your mouth and chin is a lot of fun.”“You little perv,” she gives your shoulder a playful whack.While you're both laughing, the stick where the banana was slips from her fingers. She hates littering the streets of the city she loves, so she kneels to take it to the next bin. As she gets down, a tearing sound freezes her on the spot. Her pants have just been torn, her deep red underwear showing.“Fuck,” she groans, covering her behind with her free hand as she stands up slowly.You can't help but giggle at the sight. Deep down, however, you feel a tingle in your loins. You've been fantasizing with this for a while – watching her grow so much that she can't hide it anymore. Seeing it come true is sexier than anything your imagination could conjure up.“Aw, baby!” you rub her arm with affection. “Look on the bright side – we get an excuse to go shopping and get you something nice. Can't think of a better way to spend the money we've just earned.”“Sounds like a plan. Although,” the glint in her amber eyes gives her away, “I was thinking, since my pants are pretty much unusable, how about we go home, I take them off and show you something?”***Indeed, those broken pants get thrown away the minute you both step inside. You take advantage of that moment to catch your breath so you can continue kissing like there's no tomorrow. As she lifts you up in her arms, a shiver runs through you when you notice that your legs can't find each other when you wrap them around her hips. They were already short in the first place, but it's one more reminder of how much her belly has grown. It presses against yours like a buttery pillow, making you want to embrace her more tightly and get lost in her skin.“What is it you wanted to show me?” you ask breathlessly against her lips, which still taste like chocolate and banana.Without answering, she carries you to the kitchen and puts you back on the floor. You watch her questioningly as she clears the table with a single push and darts to one of the cupboards, stripping away the rest of her clothes on the way. She returns with a sugar bowl and presses it into your palm before disappearing through the corridor leading to your bedroom. You hear the rummaging of fabric and drawers being opened and closed and then an excited exclamation. A confused chuckle falls from your mouth when she returns with a broad grin... and a soul coin between her fingers.“Karlach, what-?”She lays herself on the table, wincing slightly as she inserts the coin into her chest. Her whole body flares, literal fire running through her veins, giving her eyes and some of her scars a bright red glow. She beckons, motioning towards the sugar bowl. Once you move closer, a little unsure about what you're doing, she pats the red dome that is her tummy.“Go on. Pour!”As soon as the sugar touches her skin, it melts into a thick dark substance. Its waft makes your stomach grumble in desire. Caramel. It flows nicely on her body, covering her stomach and chest, making them even more appetizing. The effects of the soul coin wane a few minutes later, the steam coming from her clearing. Her midriff undulates with a relieved gasp.“Should be cooler now,” she says. “Fancy a snack?”Of course, she gestures towards herself, raising an eyebrow and letting her lips curl up sensually. Shuddering in anticipation, you climb onto the table, straddle her thigh and trace a line with your tongue, from her bellybutton to her breasts.It's as sweet and delicious as she is.“Yes!” you can sense her back arching as she grunts.A few tastes later, you start feeling full, but it's hard for you to stop. Not when the sounds she makes are so sexy. Not when her hand reaches to pull your hair feverishly. Not when her nipples harden against your tongue.Yet something comes to your mind. Mischievously, you dip two fingers in the sugary sauce and crawl until you're face to face with her.“You taste amazing. I love that you get to be part of me. Part of this,” you rub your bulging tummy with your clean hand, lifting it up to make it ripple, “but you know what? It's unfair. I shouldn't be the one to hog all this gorgeous, fattening treat, so...”Your caramel-covered fingers move slowly to her lips, begging for entrance. She parts them immediately, sitting up a little to clean them with her tongue. The expression of delight on her face, as well as her moans and the way she tickles your fingers, only makes your arousal grow.In the blink of an eye, you're completely naked, lying on top of her. The caramel stains your body as you devour each other's mouths. Slowly, she sits up and pulls you with her until you're on your knees, legs spread wide, your thighs embracing her hips. Your finger finds its way to her clit.“It's still too easy to find your pussy,” you tease. “I don't think I've fed you enough.”Karlach responds by caressing your labia with her fingers. She rests her forehead on yours with a playful smirk.“I'd say we're even.”Sweet waves of fire course through you while you stroke each other, occasionally licking caramel off of every body part you can reach. You find yourselves out of breath, your full tummies slapping against one another, jiggling and bouncing with every motion. The heat within you grows and spreads all over your organism, bliss intensifying, goosebumps painting your skin.After the explosion, with your loud growls as soundtrack, you fall in her arms. Both of you are covered in sweat and caramel.Satisfied in every possible sense.