cw weight gain but its sexy
Simon never went on leave. You could say he was a workaholic. But really he just hated being alone with his thoughts. But all he had was his job. The man had no hobbies. So when he was sent on minimum six months of medical leave, he knew he needed to find something to do before he went insane. And he just picked the first cheap class he could find.
A cooking class. It was kind of nice. Mostly older women. He could tuck himself into the corner of the kitchen and listen to their meaningless chatter. Whose white sauce tasted better, did you see what Betty wore yesterday? Sandra's husband ate the entire casserole she brought home last week! What a menace.
They were all kind to him. At first they gave him odd looks, almost nervous. But very quickly they realised he was harmless. And he found himself actually trying to interact with them. He made Sandra a new casserole. One he knew was too spicy for her husband to handle. Always made sure to compliment Betty's 'interesting' blouses. On more than one occasion he had been asked if he was single. Plenty of the women having older kid that were just his age and 'just perfect for him'. Always tutting with disappointment when he politely refused.
All that to say, by the end of his six months, he had been well fed. More than he ever had been. And because of his injury he hadn't been able to work out nearly as much as he usually did.
"Hey Lt! Good to see you ba- ahh..." You trailed off as he turned. Gaze narrowing in on the soft swell of his stomach. Tight against a shirt that was now much to small for him.
Quickly you cleared your throat. Looking away to compose yourself, only to look back to double check that his tits were as juicy as they were on first glance. He had always been a good looking bloke. But a few extra kilos looked incredible on him.
The worst part was that he didn't even know how incredible he looked. Still huge with obvious muscle, but now much softer around the edges. A delicious muffin top that you just wanted to sink your teeth into. He would tug at his skin tight shirt, the stretched fabric riding up over his new pudgy stomach whenever he lifted his arms even slightly. And he didn't even seem bothered by it. To him it was just another one of his shirts shrunk in the wash. That seemed to be happening a lot lately.
"Jesus christ, Lt!"
Both of your attention was drawn to Johnny as he entered the room. Beelining to Ghost and gripping his hips, fingers digging into the fat like Simon had just brought him a gift.
"You look fuckin' incredible... dove, you seeing this?" He called to you. Looking over and seeing your flustered expression.
