It was a side effect of the relationship she and Kyoya had, and she had to berate herself for only just noticing how much it was affecting her. After all, when her trousers were just a little harder to button than usual, she basically ignored it, and she only got the next size up when things got too small to force on her softening body. After all, Kyoya loved going out to all you can eat restaurants as much as she did, and his long fingers felt so good massaging her stuffed gut.

However, due to Kyoya's height and insane metabolism, it didn't really put as much on him as it was on her. He was chubby now, but not overly so. A nice layer of fat over bones that used to stick out too far, but it suited him. Not to mention how lovely his ass looked in skinny jeans and shorts, showing off his pillowy thighs.

However… She'd gone up quite a few sizes in everything, being so much shorter putting her at a disadvantage. It was probably also due to her increased appetite as well. When they'd fall into a good-humoured eating contest, she actually ended up winning more often than not now.

It wasn't like her concern lay with Kyoya, he was rather enthusiastic about the whole thing, even if he didn't express it in words. His hands lingered on her newly formed pudge, cupping her chubby stomach and bigger breasts, pressing kisses to the rolls of fat that now draped over her frame. He was also very encouraging when it came to food, coaxing her to eat a little more each time, and he always seemed to order some sweet pastry or cake that pushed her just passed her limits.

Her attention was instead directed to her blouse. It was ill-fitting at best, buttons straining across her chest and half of her belly exposed to the cool air, the shirt nowhere close to buttoning over the crest of her stomach. She tried sucking in her gut, but the plush fat still got in the way. It had to be one of her older ones, but even still; she hadn't realised just how big she'd gotten. It was easy to overlook when you just shrugged shoulders and carried on.

Even if the shirt was old, her bra was new, and it was getting too small already. Red, angry marks cut into her skin, despite it being hooked on the first clasp, and her breasts overspilt the cups slightly. She felt guilty, considering the particular one she was wearing was bought for her by Kyoya, and so definitely wasn't cheap. It was a waste to throw it out just because she gained a few pounds. Or, more accurately, shot up three clothing sizes.

She'd always been a small, with a boyish frame. Not that she suddenly became an hourglass, but there was certainly more padding on her hips and chest. However, she also developed one hell of a belly. Now she actually thought on it, she had bruises on her thighs from bumping into things, and there'd been a few occasions where she opened her desk draw into her own gut like an idiot. In her defence, it took up half of her lap when she sat down, folding into soft, deep rolls of fat.

"Oh, wow…"

The gasp took her off guard, head whipping around to see her husband – that bastard – staring at her from the doorframe, completely red in the face despite the smirk that stretched his pale lips. She was acutely aware of how her cheeks and chin seemed to almost jiggle, feeling a bit embarrassed that she'd let herself go so much. It probably did help that Kyoya was thinner, despite eating as much of the same food she did.

Although, he was thinner than her. Even with the gap between them, she could see how his belly was pushing at his shirt, creating a rounded curve. His arms and legs were thicker, also, wrapping her up in warmth and spreading her own legs wider when she straddled him.

Kyoya finally crossed the room, lips pressing to her own and his cold hands against her love handles. She jumped a little at the shock – how could her husband's hands always be that damn cold? – and blushed deeper when she realised how much the chub seemed to bounce. Not to mention that Kyoya could feel every quiver of her larger form, and despite her knowledge that he loved her no matter what, he was never the easiest guy to predict – even if she had gotten used to his poker face by now. The only way to tell was to actually look him in the face.

Enraptured. Awe and love and lust clouded in Kyoya's eyes, glazing them over slightly, and she could feel his fingers push a little deeper into her plump sides.

"God, you've gotten fat…" He breathed. She felt like she should be insulted, insecure, but the way in which he said it felt like praise. It made her smile, hand experimentally lifting up her gut and playing with it, letting the overhang jiggle and bounce before dropping it. She didn't notice how weighty it was. It was soft and flabby, but so solid at the same time.

Kyoya's blush was almost burning his entire face crimson, even spreading to the tips of his ears. The disadvantage of being so pale, he'd said before as they interlinked their fingers, noting the contrast between her tan and his paper-pale skin.

Slowly, cautiously, her hands were replaced with his, roaming and caressing her hefty frame. "You know… I'm rather jealous," He began, catching her off guard. She knew he liked her chub, but was his own weight gain intentional? Honestly, she wouldn't put it passed him if he was into that, and she rather enjoyed his more pear-shaped build and the soft, cute pudge on his belly. She'd admit to thinking about the swell of his thighs, of his ass and stomach, if he put on some more.

"Well, I think it'd suit you," She admitted, giving him a coy smile, "Although, you're really going to have to try harder if you want to catch up to me. After all, I'm not going to wait for you to get this big before we have another eating contest."