Mobile Suit Tumdam: the Wife of Mercury (Comm)

CW: Stuffing, feeding, slight wg, realistic tum, hiding tum in public

Suletta yelled. The sound of shattering. Someone screamed. The former gundam pilot fell to her knees. Then…

“Why in the name of EVERYTHING holy did you set your bowl so close to the counter’s edge, missus Mercury!?”

Suletta looked up at the instructor standing in front of her with his arms crossed tersely. The redhead scratched her neck and smiled awkwardly at him. “I, uh… to reach it easier?”

The man sighed. “Missus Mercury, we only have so many materials for class. Please try to be more careful. And make sure to wear gloves when cleaning this up!”

“Yes, sir…”

The irritated instructor murmured under his breath as he walked away. Suletta, meanwhile, sniffled to herself while standing back up. This hadn’t been the first thing she’d broken in class, and the way things were going, it likely wasn’t the last either. Why was cooking so haaaaard…

Still, she couldn't just give up. She wasn’t just doing this on a whim, after all; this was for her favorite person! She would learn to cook, to bake, and to do it all WITHOUT breaking a plate or a bowl or the silverware (don’t ask her how she managed that last one)! She just needed to buckle down, focus, and-

Suletta’s elbow collided with a bag of flour. Her eyes widened, the world moving in slow-motion as the bag flew off the counter. White powder filled the air. Suletta yelled. A dull thud. A plume of debris. Someone screamed. Suletta fell to her knees. Then…

“M-Maybe I should try an easier cooking class first…”

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Miorine sighed as she stepped out of her car. She felt so… drained. She’d been stuck in meetings non-stop all day, and when she wasn’t in a meeting, she’d been rushing through paperwork, on call with some random important person, rushing through more paperwork, or telling her secretary to reschedule something. Her work as the president of the Gund-Arm company had always been taxing, but today had been especially bad. She was so exhausted that she didn’t even feel hungry despite having not eaten since breakfast. She just wanted to get inside, take a bath, kiss her wife, and pass out before doing this all over again tomorrow…

At least, that was the plan, but her mind was swiftly changed once she opened the front door to her home. She was instantly assaulted by a torrent of tantalizing scents that instantly woke up her stomach. Her stomach had never rumbled that loudly before. Miorine was thankful that no one had been around to hear it. Especially Suletta - she didn’t want her wife to hear her body make such an undignified sound…

Actually, speaking of Suletta, was she the source of this enticing smell? Miorine dropped her suitcase next to the door, pulled off her heels, and padded softly towards the kitchen. She peered around the corner, making little sound, and watched. Sure enough, her beautiful redhead was the source, but not in the way Miorine had expected. Suletta had a knack for knowing the especially bad days for Miorine before she’d even gotten home and would order from her favorite take-out place, letting the tired president come home to her favorite foods. Today, though, was different. The smell filling the house was delicious, but definitely wasn’t take-out. To Miorine’s complete and utter surprise…

Suletta had been cooking. Just when had she learned how to cook? The most complex thing Miorine had ever seen her excitable wife prepare was garlic powder on a sliced tomato. Yet here she was, pulling an entire roasted ham out of the oven! Oh, and it smelled, divine… by God, was that garlic bread on the table already? Along with a large entire chef’s salad? None of these were quite Miorine’s favorite food, but they were all home-made and… oh, they looked and smelled so… so…

At that moment, Suletta turned around and her eyes locked onto Miorine. There were several moments of complete silence. Then Suletta made a sharp squawking sound and stepped back in shock. The ham started to slip from her oven mitts. She fumbled with the pan for a second, the ham slipping around dangerously on the metal, then-

“S-SAFE!” Suletta cried out as she planted her feet firmly, arms tense and ham stable on its sheet. She gingerly set it down on the kitchen table before wiping several beads of sweat off of her forehead. Then she frowned over at Miorine. “Mio! Why didn’t you let me know you were home!?”

The white-haired woman stopped hiding behind the door frame and walked into the kitchen. She cleared her throat. “I was simply… investigating. I wanted to see what you were up to for the house to smell so good.” Then Miorine crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow at her wife. “Just when did you learn to cook, by the way?”

“Oh, uh… eh-heh…” Suletta laughed nervously while she pulled the oven mitts off her hands. “W-Well, I started taking classes about six months ago. I meant to tell you, but then a couple months went by and I figured… it could be a fun surprise!”

Miorine looked down at the plethora of food on the table. “Well, I certainly am surprised. I’m also surprised at just how much food you made. Do you expect us to eat all of this?”

Suletta set her oven mitts down on the counter, then she wobbled over to the table. Miorine still felt a tinge of sadness whenever she saw how Suletta still had difficulty moving. The happiness she felt that Suletta was recovering always brushed away her sadness, though. The redhead sat down in a chair and just smiled at Miorine. “Not really. I just got too excited and ended up making too much food for my big reveal. Having leftovers won’t be bad, though. I promise ham still tastes good cold.”

Miorine let out a small laugh. Her exhaustion always seemed to melt away around Suletta. She sat down next to Suletta, who was using some tongs to prepare a bowl of salad. She gave the bowl to Miorine before starting to carve the ham. “I’m perfectly capable of making my own plate, you know,” Miorine pointed out as she picked up her fork.

“Of course you are,” Suletta replied while she forked a large slab of ham onto a plate. Heavens above, it looked so juicy… “Still, it’s nice to be pampered, isn’t it?”

“Mmm… If it’s you pampering me, I suppose,” Miorine commented. She helped herself to a bite of the salad. It was hard to mess up salad, but still, Miorine was pleased with what she tasted. Well-boiled egg, the perfect amount of vinaigrette, moist chicken, crisp lettuce… there was nothing to complain about. Rather, Miorine could see herself being happy with an entire meal of just this. To have other things to enjoy as well seemed almost sinful.

Before long, Miorine had cleaned her bowl. She set it aside and replaced it with the main entrée Suletta had plated for her. This truly was a hefty slab of meat, and it had been garnished with three large slices of buttery garlic bread. It was a stark contrast to the healthiness of the salad, but Miorine was not one to fuss over healthy eating. That was likely the reason why her waistline had gained a handful of centimeters over the last three years, but Suletta had never once commented on Miorine’s weight, so… why would she let it bother her?

Miorine helped herself to a taste of both foods on her plate. Then she turned to Suletta. “You’ve outdone yourself tonight. If this is what you can cook now, then maybe we should stop getting take-out altogether.”

“Please, I’m not that good,” Suletta laughed. She’d made a plate for herself as well, though her cut of ham and helping of bread was noticeably smaller than what she’d served Miorine. “These are honestly the best things I can make. Still, I’m glad you like it. I promise to get better and make you more delicious things!”

“Yes, please do,” Miorine said before filling her mouth with ham. She hadn’t been buttering up her wife; it truly was amazing. The ham was perfectly cooked medium-rare, with plenty of flavorful juices left to dance on Miorine’s tongue. The bread had been store-bought, but it had been perfectly baked and there was a healthy amount of garlic and butter making Miorine want to go back for another bite even with her mouth full.

Once again, it wasn’t long before Miorine had finished the food given to her. She leaned back in her seat and patted her stomach. She’d eaten far more than she was used to. Her suit felt tight across her middle where a small bulge had formed from the large meal she’d just eaten. It wasn’t visibly noticeable, but Miorine could feel it with her hands as she rubbed her midriff. She stifled a burp with her hand and sighed contentedly. She felt warm and pleasantly full. Now she really could go for that bath-

“Umm… what are you doing?”

“Hm?” Suletta glanced over at Miorine, yet did not stop pulling another large slice of ham onto Miorine’s plate. “Oh, I was just getting seconds for you. You looked like you were still hungry, so I just went for it.”

“Listen now…” Miorine sighed, “How do I still look hungry? You saw just how much food I ate. I’m clearly full.”

“Really? Huh.” Suletta put three more pieces of bread onto Miorine’s plate, then set it in front of her. The oblivious redhead settled back into her seat before giving Miorine another smile. “I dunno, the way you were eating made it seem like you were still hungry. And if you’re still hungry, you should eat! You need all the nutrients you can get to work hard, especially after a hard day!”

Miorine narrowed her eyes. Suspicious. Suletta was being far too suspicious. Still… now that the food was in front of her already, Miorine couldn’t deny that she was tempted. The renewed rumbling of her stomach was the last push she needed to pick her fork up again. “You’re… not wrong. Still, I’m not sure how much of this I’ll end up eating.”

“Just keep eating until you’re satisfied, love~” Suletta said happily, leaning on her elbows while she watched Miorine cut into her ham. The silver-haired woman ate dutifully, taking her time between each bite to make sure she wasn’t making herself sick. She’d never deliberately overeaten before, so she wasn’t quite sure how her body would take it. She also wasn’t sure why she was overeating in the first place. Sure, it tasted good, but not that good. Hmm… highly suspicious, indeed…

Despite her caution and reservations, Miorine managed to work her way through the entire slice of ham and all three extra pieces of bread. Now she was well and truly stuffed. She groaned as she leaned back in her chair, hands rubbing her bulging stomach. “Oh, why did I do that? I don’t think I’ve ever been this full in my life…”

Miorine stifled a burp with the back of her hand. She looked down at herself and grimaced. If it wasn’t clear before that she was full, it certainly was now. Her business suit did little to hide the bulge that had formed on her midriff. It wasn’t putting strain on her suit jacket’s buttons, but from how tight her clothes felt, she suspected that it wouldn’t take much more to reach that point. 

There was a clatter that roused Miorine from her thoughts. She focused on the table in front of her to find that her salad bowl had been refilled. Miorine looked over at Suletta with a raised eyebrow. Her favorite redhead was just smiling at her. “What is it, Mio?” She asked, naivety dripping from her voice.

“You know what this look means,” Miorine sighed. She stifled another burp, eliciting an unhappy gurgle from her glutted middle, and stared at Suletta. “I’d like to know why you’re oh-so casually encouraging me to overeat.”

“Uh, whaaaat? I have no idea what you mean,” Suletta laughed. It was a fake laugh. After so long, Miorine knew how to tell when Suletta wasn’t being truthful. Not that it had taken her long to learn. Suletta had never been great at lying.

The stuffed woman turned in her seat to fully face Suletta, arms crossed over her chest and her eyes stern. “Suletta, as you somehow know, I’ve had a very long, difficult day at work today. I am also now so full that I can feel my stomach pressing into my diaphragm. It’s not an unpleasant feeling, but it does serve as a constant reminder that it’s strange for you to offer me yet more food. Do I really need to escalate this, or are you going to be honest with me?”

Suletta’s smile twitched. Then her entire face fell. “W-Well, uh… it’s just… you’re working so hard, and I know that I’m in recovery, but… it…” The former pilot crossed an arm across her body, latching onto her other arm. “I feel so… useless. Powerless. I don’t feel like I’m able to do anything for you. I just… it hurts to watch you struggle while I can’t do anything to help…”

Suletta sniffled. Her eyes glittered. Within seconds, the irritation Miorine was feeling melted… then flared up again for a new reason. She sighed, then raised a hand above her head. Suletta looked up at the hand, saying, “What are you- OW! Hey! What was that for!?”

Miorine crossed her arms again, hand slightly throbbing from the stern chop she’d just applied to Suletta’s empty noggin. “Suletta, you have never been useless. It would be impossible for me to continue this job if you weren’t waiting at home for me every day. I wouldn’t sleep so soundly at night if you weren’t sleeping at my side. I would collapse within a week if you weren’t here to offer me your ear to listen and your shoulder to rest on.”

Tears were positively brimming in Suletta’s eyes now. Miorine raised her arm again, but this time to rest it on her lover’s shoulder. “Suletta. You don’t need to do anything more for me. You are more than enough as you are. Thank you for being you.”

The waterworks began. Miorine scooched her chair closer to Suletta, who instantly wrapped her arms around the shorter woman. Miorine had a soft smile on her face as she patted her lover’s fiery red hair.

After several minutes, Suletta’s emotional break began to die down. Her sobs turned to sniffles. Then she separated herself from Miorine, her eyes puffy and her face wet. “I-I, uh- *SNIFF* I k-kinda got your jacket wet… sorry…”

“It’s no matter,” Miorine said softly. She started to undo her jacket, which is when she realized that the buttons weren’t as unstrained as she thought. It was actually a challenge to undo them, with the silver-haired woman needing to suck in just to get them loose. While she was concerned what all this food might do to her waistline, she had to admit… she didn’t hate how the new tightness of her clothes made her feel.

Suletta blew her nose on a napkin, then looked at all the food on the table. “Wow, I really did m-make a lot of food, huh? I don’t know how I thought you’d be able to eat it all. Guess we’ll be having a lot of leftovers this week, ha…”

Miorine eyed Suletta’s crestfallen expression for a few moments. Then she sighed. “Well… I could be convinced to reduce our leftovers amount if someone were willing to, say… feed me?”

Suletta’s head jerked over to look at Miorine. “Wh-Wha- feed you?”

“Yes, that’s what I said,” the shorter woman confirmed nonchalantly. She pushed the bowl of salad closer to Suletta, then raised an eyebrow. “Well? Do you want to feed me, or do you want to eat several extra meals featuring soggy lettuce and stale bread?”

It only took Suletta a few moments to process Miorine’s words. Then she hastily sniffed and wiped her eyes clear with another napkin before picking up a fork. She speared a solid mouthful of salad onto it before carefully bringing it close to Miorine’s face. “S-Say ‘aaaah’...?”

“Please. I am not a child!” Miorine huffed. Still, she did as instructed and opened her mouth. Suletta gingerly pushed the heavy load of greens into Miorine’s mouth. The already full woman worked her way through the mouthful, happy to find that the lettuce had yet to get soggy from the vinaigrette. She swallowed the hearty mouthful, much to her stomach’s chagrin. Then she opened her mouth to accept another offering of food.

Somehow, despite Miorine’s stuffed state, she kept eating at a steady pace for quite some time. She found that it was easier to keep eating when someone else was feeding you. Even when she was considering stopping, the food kept pushing past her lips, making it far more simple. All she had to do was chew and swallow.

The bowl of salad disappeared down into Miorine’s middle, soon followed by another slice of ham and the rest of the bread. The entire process was taxing on Miorine’s body. Her hunger had made her momentarily forget, but Miorine was well and truly drained from work. Now her overtaxed gut was pulling all of her energy to aid in digestion, making her more and more tired with every extra bite she took. Her hands were constantly attracted to her belly, rubbing and massaging the taut surface to help aid said digestion. It was surreal how sensitive her belly was getting due to the tension, even through the straining fabric of her shirt. She really should have taken the shirt off before continuing to eat since now she was unsure if she’d be able to unbutton it at all. It certainly didn’t feel like she could suck in anymore. She might have to have Suletta pull the shirt off for her later… assuming her buttons were still intact at all, anyways.

Finally, halfway through her fourth slice of ham, Miorine surrendered. “I-I can’t fit… another bite… uuuugh… I-I’m too… full…” She panted, chest heaving for breath.

“Are you sure? I think you can fit just ooooone more bite…” Suletta egged her on, inching a heavy chunk of ham closer to Miorine’s lips. At some point, the plucky redhead had stopped being sorrowful and seemed to be enjoying herself. Now a playful grin danced on her lips as she hovered the fork near Miorine’s mouth. “Just one more little piece of ham? For me?”

Miorine hiccupped. She groaned and clutched the sides of her tight belly. “F… Fine. Just one more.” She let her jaw fall open. The ham had grown cold from how long Miorine had been eating, making it a chore to get down. After what felt like five minutes of chewing, Miorine finally made the effort to swallow the hunk of meat. She let a burp rumble up her throat as the heavy food forced itself into the tightly-packed mound of food that had been crammed inside of Miorine’s belly. “Oooooooh, p-please… n-no more…” Miorine groaned as her belly twitched. “I-It feels like I swallowed… a protective helmet… whole…”

“Good girl, good girl~,” Suletta laughed while finally setting down her fork. She reached over and started gently massaging Miorine’s gurgling gut. The hefty dome reached almost halfway to her knees, which was a stark contrast to the average waistline Miorine had started with. The shorter woman found herself softly moaning as Suletta’s shaky but strong fingers pressed into her taut belly, soothing her aching abdominal muscles and working out several annoying air pockets that had been troubling the glutted woman. “Should we get you to be then? Or do you want to shower first?”

“B-Bed, please…”

Suletta chuckled as she stood up. Despite her own difficulty with movement, the redhead still managed to help Miorine get to her feet. As she stood up, it felt like her skin was getting even tight across her middle. Miorine’s eyes scrunched up, then-

*PING!*

A sharp plink of plastic made both women freeze. Then, in unison, they looked down at Miorine’s midriff. Great swathes of pale skin were visible between the buttons of her shirt, with an even greater stretch now visible right on the apex of her upper belly thanks to the absence of a button.

A deep heat started to creep across Miorine’s face at the same time Suletta’s cheeks took on a pink tone. The taller woman awkwardly laughed as she said, “I guess we kind of overdid it, huh?”

“You guess-*huUUuorp!*”

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*grRrrgggle…*

“Haaaaaah…”

Miorine absently rubbed  her stomach while she read through the latest in a series of heavily-worded emails about the latest discoveries her researchers had made. Her stomach hadn’t always bothered her at work like this. It had only started being disobedient over the last few weeks. It’s not like Miorine was ignorant to the cause. She was sure her stomach was upset at how empty it was considering how much she was used to being full as of late.

What Miorine thought would be a one-time thing had turned into a semi-nightly event. Suletta seemed to genuinely enjoy cooking for Miorine, and Miorine genuinely enjoyed eating her wife’s cooking. The problem was that, while no meal had been as large as that first night’s, Suletta didn’t seem to understand what constituted a regular-sized meal. What’s more, Suletta herself didn’t eat much. At most, she would have seconds, but no more. Meanwhile, Miorine rarely stopped before thirds, often ending up cleaning the table. She just didn’t seem to be able to stop herself when it came to Suletta’s cooking. Her metabolism seemed to be doing alright with her much heavier diet, but she was starting to feel the effects of her overindulgence from time to time. At present, the only sign was that her stomach constantly felt empty and that her bra felt a tad tighter than usual. This couldn’t go on forever. She’d need to have a word with Suletta about her portion sizes sometime soon…

“Mrs. Rembran?” Miorine’s secretary’s voice rang out sharply from the phone on her desk, cutting into her thoughts.

The startled woman cleared her throat before holding down the reply button. “What is it, Sherry?”

“I just received a package from the front desk for you from your wife. Should I bring it in?”

Miorine’s heart skipped a beat. Suletta had been here? She could have come up if she wanted to, though she was sure her wife was trying to not interrupt her work. Still, what could she have possibly wanted to give her that couldn’t wait until after work? “Yes, please bring it in.”

A few seconds later, Miorine’s secretary Sherry entered her office holding a large lunchbox. She set it down on Miorine’s desk, then handed her boss a folded-up note. “Here you go! Right on time for your lunch break, too. I assume you’ll be taking one today?”

“I… suppose I will, yes,” Miorine responded. She didn’t usually take lunches, and when she did, she just ate an energy bar or a smoothie. Having a home-made lunch from Suletta was certainly… different. “Hold my calls for me, please.”

“Will do, Ms. Rembran. Enjoy your lunch!”

Once Sherry had left her office, Miorine opened up the note. ‘Your assistant told me you hardly ever eat lunch. No wonder you’re so tired after work! I’m going to start making you lunch from now on, so make sure to eat, ok? Love, Suletta.’

At first, Miorine rolled her eyes. Of course it had been Sherry who told Suletta. She’d have to reprimand that girl later. Then she smiled. Still, it would be nice to eat lunch for once. Her stomach was certainly happy about the prospect. It rumbled impatiently as Miorine unzipped the lunchbox. She opened it up, and…

It was a bit much for lunch, but Miorine couldn’t be angry. Suletta had prepared her favorite, after all; curry. She’d packed a large container full of the rich, dark liquid, along with another equally-large container full of rice. There was also a thermos full of hot black tea, a spoon wrapped in a napkin, and even a few cookies in a sandwich bag. It was… cute, to be honest. It made Miorine feel like a young suburban schoolgirl. Apart from the portion size, at least.

Well, there was no point in letting her food cool down anymore than it already had. Miorine opened up her food and gulped as the rich aroma hit her nose at full force. Then she scooped up a portion of rice, dunked it in the curry, and…

Delicious~. Suletta really had been working hard to get better at cooking. Her curry hadn’t been half this good when she’d first made it for Miorine two weeks ago. Now it was better than some restaurants Miorine had been to. She happily helped herself to more, enjoying the spicy soup.

Time flew by as Miorine eagerly put away her wife’s curry. Then, before she knew it, she was scraping up the last kernels of rice. “...Huh? It’s already gone…?” The bewildered woman said aloud. She ate the last few bits of rice as she glanced between the two oversized containers. Sure enough, they were both empty. She hadn’t even realized how much she’d eaten. She’d only been planning to eat half at most! Oh no, was she…?

Miorine bit her lip as she looked down at herself. Sure enough, she had a prominent bulge pushing against her suit jacket. It wasn’t a large food baby, especially compared to the sizes Miorine was now used to reaching, but it was still readily apparent at a glance. Her stomach gurgled happily despite the shame starting to build up in Miorine’s mind. She still had several hours of work left, and potentially even overtime! How was she supposed to navigate her day while suddenly appearing as if she were halfway through a pregnancy?

At that moment, Miorine’s office door opened. Sherry came in, reading through some papers as she spoke, “I hope you’re done with your lunch because you have a meeting in five minutes. It’s on the new partnership being proposed by Angston Corp. I have all the relevant information here.”

While Sherry was speaking, Miorine hastily closed the empty rice and curry containers and shoved them in her lunchbox. Luckily, her assistant didn’t seem to have noticed the large, empty containers. She looked up for the first time only after she’d reached Miorine’s desk and had set down the papers in front of her. “There’s a summary up front of the meeting’s agenda if you want to review it quickly. Oh, and…” Sherry grinned, “Did you enjoy your wife’s lunch?”

Miorine cleared her throat. “Yes. By the way, when did you start talking to Suletta?”

“Huh?” Sherry laughed awkwardly and took a few steps back. “W-Well, we happened to meet at a certain place to do a certain activity, and I recognized her from the picture on your desk, and we got to talking, aaaaand now we’re friends… haha?”

“...Sherry…”

Sherry gulped. “Y-Yes, Mrs. Rembran?”

“Knock before you come into my office from now on. Also, good luck on your cooking class.”

Sherry blinked. Then she squeaked out, “Y-Yes, Mrs. Rembran!” before scurrying out of the room.

Miorine sighed. Ok, even when she was standing that close, Sherry hadn’t seemed to realize how stuffed Miorine was. If she could just make it to the meeting and sit down, she’d likely be fine - and with any luck, she’d have digested enough by the end of the meeting to be able to pass as just full. She just needed to get to the meeting…

The bloated woman stood up. As she’d come to expect, her belly and clothes felt all that much tighter once she’d stood up. Lord, her suit jacket’s buttons were even starting to strain! She sighed and reached down to take a quick drink of tea before she faced her fate. Unfortunately, there was no tea left to be had. She’d apparently already drunk all the tea. And eaten her cookies. That would explain why she was so big. Combining spicy curry with copious amounts of rice and tea would certainly leave anyone looking swollen.

Miorine made her way to her office’s entrance and braced herself. She sucked in as much as she could, managing to shrink her gut enough to hopefully avoid suspicion, and walked out.

The prideful president walked quickly, keeping her eyes straight forward and giving only brisk replies whenever someone greeted her. She made it to the elevator, and to her good fortune, there was no one inside. Just in time, too - her chest was aching with the need to breathe and her abs were trembling. Just another second, and-

“SAFE! Can’t believe we made it just in- woah, uh, Mrs. Rembran!” An employee Miorine didn’t recognize had stopped the elevator door just before it had closed. She and another employee, a man, had started to walk into the elevator before noticing Miorine. The female employee gave a short, awkward bow. “H-Hello! Sorry, I didn’t know you were in here! Sh-Should we wait for the next elevator?”

YES! Is what Miorine wanted to say, but she couldn’t. She wanted respect and loyalty from her employees, not fear. So, despite how desperately Miorine needed to rest her gut, she instead said, “No need. Pay me no mind.”

The two employees exchanged a glance. “Uh… ok then. Thank you, Mrs. Rembran.” They stepped in, pressed the button for their floor, and the doors closed. 

The thirty seconds between the doors closing and the elevator reaching Miorine’s floor were torture. She could barely breathe! She needed to release her belly, to heave for breath, but she couldn’t with these two in here! She could only suffer in silence, staring at the doors as if trying to will the great metal box to move faster.

Finally, the doors opened. Miorine gave the two employees a curt farewell before practically bolting from the elevator. Conference room seventeen, conference room seventeen, conference room- THERE!

Miorine pushed into the room without hesitation. As expected, most of the rest of the meeting’s attendants were already there. Even as her lungs burned and her abs began to spasm, Miorine did her best to appear normal. She walked over to her seat, sat down, scooted in, and-

Aaaaaaah~! The relief Miorine felt as she let her belly fwoomp back out to its full grandeur was immeasurable. She was worried for a second that the sudden release would cause a button to pop, but fortunately, she wasn’t quite that large. It was difficult to keep her breathing measured as she caught her breath, but still, it was doable now that her belly was released and hidden from view. Now she just had to hope that she had shrunk by the end of the meeting.

“Lady Rembran! You’re early today!” 

Ah, it was one of the team leads responsible for the project. “Hello, Hudgins. Yes, I’m ahead of schedule today, for once.”

“I’m glad for you, lady Rembran. By the way, did you not receive the documents for today’s meeting?”

Miorine blinked. She looked down at the empty table in front of her. She had forgotten the papers Sherry had given her just minutes prior. Damn. “My apologies. I seem to have misplaced them somewhere. I’ll just have to make do without them.”

The team lead laughed. “That’s rare for you, lady Rembran. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you forget anything before.”

“No, I suppose you haven’t.” The smallest hint of heat crept into Miorine’s cheeks, but she squelched the embarrassment down before it could become visible on her face. She swore, once she got home, she was going to have some strong words to say to Suletta about the size of her meals. She just needed to make it through the rest of her day first.

Her belly made an audible gurgle from beneath the table. The heat started to return to Miorine’s face. Lord help her, today was going to be rough…

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Miorine did indeed end up having that talk with Suletta. She was still making Miorine lunch, but now the lunches were of a reasonable size. Dinners, on the other hand, hadn’t changed one bit. Miorine didn’t hate that, though. In fact, she was quite happy as things stood.

“Ooooh, yes, right there, press in there- a-aaaah~”

The silver-haired woman’s toes curled as Suletta’s fingers worked their magic. Miorine’s belly was always so sensitive when it was packed to the brim, making Suletta’s belly rubs feel like magic~.

Another month had passed. Apparently it was the absence of lunches that had kept Miorine from putting on weight. Ever since she’d started eating three meals a day, every day had made the hungry woman a little bit softer. She hadn’t become a whale by any means, but if she continued eating like she had, she very well could. Whether or nor that was something she (or Suletta) wanted, well… that was a discussion they’d need to have soon.

As for now, both of them were enjoying the new feeling of a softer Miorine. They were cuddling in bed after a hearty meal, ninety percent of which had ended up inside of Miorine’s belly. Most of the weight Miorine had put on had ended up going to her hips, which had been surprising given how Miorine’s bra had been the first thing she’d needed to upgrade. She’d already had a nice rear before, but now it was a commanding rear that had a small sway as she walked.

Her chest had gotten its fair share of nutrients as well. She’d had to buy a larger cup size not once, but twice over the last month. Miorine had never had particularly large breasts, so having a full chest for once had been a fun experience. Suletta certainly seemed to agree. While she enjoyed grabbing Miorine’s butt, she’d always been more of a breast woman, which Miorine had always known and done what she could with what she had to appease her wife. It was much easier to appease Suletta now~.

If all the weight was going to those two places, Miorine wouldn’t be considering a diet, but the pounds had finally started to build up elsewhere. The taut, packed gut Suletta was massaging wasn’t as firm as it would’ve been a week ago; a fine layer of chub had begun to settle around her waistline. Miorine had already put on some weight over three years of married civilian life, but she’d always managed to retain her abs. Now, though, her solid, strong core was being buried under a plush layer of soft chub. Depending on which pants she wore, she even had a muffin top (which was something else Suletta had taken to grabbing).

Whether Miorine decided to let the weight stay or work to slim down again, though, was a thought for later. It wasn’t as if she could work out with a stomach packed to bursting with pasta, after all. No, for tonight, Miorine’s only concern was the tense, aching sense of fullness in her belly, and the warm, tender embrace of the woman behind her.

“Suletta, I love you.”

A soft giggle came from by her ear. She felt gentle teeth nibbling her collarbone, which wasn’t quite as visible as it had been a month ago. “I love you too, Mio~.”

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A comm, uploaded on time, as promised! YAY!

With this, I only have 1 (2 but one is going a bit slow so really 1) comms left until I've FINALLY finished all of the emergency comms from all that time ago! Thank you so much for all your patience while I've worked through these~. And thank you to my commissioner! It was fun to learn about and write for these two warrior nerds~.

My current plan in a post-comm world is to start releasing the backlog of fics I've been writing to decompress from comm writing. Due to being poor, I might need to open up comms again before the month is out, though it won't be an emergency this time if I do end up doing it.