The Sacred and Profane gave me this prompt (and luckily you were at the top of the list of all of these sudden requests!): Korra and Asami getting fat as their marriage life progresses.

To be completely honest I couldn't stop laughing when I read your request because it was so cute, and it was so much fun to write!

Send me prompts! ~but be warned: I have about six lined up, so it might not get published as soon as you would like~

(Also, if you find grammar errors let me know ^-^)

Lazy Days

"It's not that bad, Korra," Asami said earnestly, trying to console Korra, whose head was resting in her lap.

"Not that bad?! Asami, look at me!" She pointed ferociously to the rounded gut where her finely toned abs used to be. "I'll go down in history as 'Korra: the Fat Avatar!'"

It was true that ever since Future Industries' profits had skyrocketed, and there was no present need for the Avatar's protection, Asami and Korra had settled into a more comfortable lifestyle which ended up with them both putting on a few pounds.

As Korra laid there with Asami playfully poking her belly, she thought over the past few years and tried to think of all the reasons why she had ended up like this. If she had to pinpoint the exact moment this slothfulness began, she would choose the week after she and Asami returned home from their honeymoon. They were both so happy and comfortable at the Sato Mansion, doing nothing and everything together. Sweet contentment. It was shortly after that Future Industries struck an amazing deal and a ton of money had dropped into Asami's lap.

They weren't quite sure what to do with all of this extra money, so at first Asami began to donate it—more so than she ever had. However, the money kept flowing, and Asami and Korra started to realize that there was no harm in treating themselves a little. So they did. A lot. Soon almost every meal was dined in or ordered as take-out, and Korra had found herself too tired to exercise as much as she usually did.

Days turned into weeks, weeks to months, and months to years. Nothing changed but their ever-growing swollen stomachs. Korra and Asami were so blissfully happy that they just didn't seem to notice how their favorite articles of clothing felt a little bit too tight.

Korra reviewed these memories multiple times in her head, her frown deepening by the second. Asami hummed lightly as she traced patterns across her stomach.

Suddenly Korra gasped and bolted upright (well, in her mind 'bolted' works, but in reality it took her a few seconds to heave herself up).

"It was you!" she pointed an accusing finger in Asami's face.

Asami was thoroughly confused. "Korra, what are you talking about?" She swatted her hand away.

"You! You did this!" Korra gestured to her stomach. "If you'd never gotten all that money I wouldn't be so fat!"

Asami's eyebrows scrunched together in annoyance.

"You're blaming my success for your weight gain?"

"Yes!" With one piercing glare from Asami, Korra shrunk back. "No!" she said weaker. "I mean—think about it! Look at yourself even; the same thing happened to you!"

Asami gasped and smacked Korra on the arm, hard.

"Ow!"

"I didn't gain that much…" she pouted.

"I hate to break it to you, but," she leaned forward and pinched a particularly squishy spot on Asami's stomach and stifled a laugh.

Asami deflated a little and Korra felt suddenly guilty at her accusation.

"Look, what I meant to say was that we should probably hit the gym—and fast. Walking from the couch to the bathroom is getting hard."

Asami chuckled and wrapped her arms around Korra.

"I guess you're right," she sighed. "I'll draw us up a workout schedule and get healthy foods from the market."

Korra nodded in agreement.

"So when should we start?"

"Tomorrow?"

Korra thought it over.

"Or the day after."

Asami also contemplated their choice. It would be a massive shock to their bodies.

"Or the day after that, even."

"Yeah," Korra agreed.

"How about next week?"

"Next week sounds perfect."

So they snuggled up together in all of their chubby glory and tried not to think about the torturous loss of creme puffs and chocolates and lounging around the following week would bring.