Hisao and Lilly's Married Life: Chapter 15 (Patreon)

The walk home could not have passed quickly enough. Never before was Hisao so glad that they lived so closely to the school. “This is it, our building is this tanned one here.” Hisao explained. 

“Jeez, finally! We’ve been walking for like five months!” Emi called over Hisao’s shoulders, right into his ear. 

Wincing, he responded, “Emi, it’s been like twenty minutes, and that’s just because I’m carrying you. WE haven’t walked at all.” She had her legs wrapped around his waist, and arms around his neck holding tightly. He gripped her legs as he piggybacked her, feeling the muscle of her well-toned thighs fluctuating as she squirmed.

“Do you think this is comfortable? God it makes me feel like your sister.” Hisao laughed, knowing just how small the girl was. Even after high school, he’d grown another inch, but Emi seemed to remain just the same… Well, at least, her body had. Since Yamaku, Emi had apparently become bitter and spiteful, even to those showing her kindness like his wife and he were doing right now.

“I really do need to call Akira…” Lilly said to herself.

“Haven’t se-… um, haven’t met up with her in a while?” Emi asked.

“No, I haven’t seen her in some years.” Lilly responded. “Ever, now that I think of it.”

“Lilly.” Hisao chided. Emi gave out a yelp as he hefted her, readjusting.

Lilly sighed. “No, Emi. I have not been with my sister in quite some time. She’s been under a lot of stress with our father’s work, since his promotion she’s had to take on a lot more responsibilities.” She said, sounding slightly put off.

Hisao had forgotten about that. “Hiroyuki had been pretty high up. What was he promoted to?” He asked. Lilly opened her mouth to respond when she quickly closed it, tapping her cane a final time before turning directly in front of the door. 

“Wait did you count your steps?” Emi asked, the previous topic of discussion forgotten.

“Of course.” Lilly responded, opening the door ahead of her and entering the building. She sighed as she crossed the threshold. “Navigating has always been a difficulty to me, but I’ve been able to develop my own work-arounds.”

“Huh… I guess that makes sense.” Emi said.

They entered into the lobby of the apartment, which contained a desk, a door to a stairwell, and a pair of elevators. Everything could only be accessed by a sensor card. Sitting at a desk nearby the elevators was Mr. Toshin, the building’s elderly doorman. 

The older man quickly got to his feet to greet them. “Good evening, Mr. and Mrs. Nakai.”

“Afternoon Toshin. Shift almost done?” Hisao responded.

“Ah, almost, almost.” He walked to the doorway and scanned his own card, opening it for them. “I see your relative is in town. Is she your niece?”

“SEE!?” Emi shouted, gesturing at the man. “Even he- wait, niece!? I’m older than he is!”

“Actually, Toshin, we’ll be taking the elevator.” He said. 

Lilly patted her sides before apparently remembering she wore a skirt today, and then turned to Hisao. “Right or left pocket?”

“It’s the left.”

Toshin seemed to notice what they were doing and smiled as he watched, walking back around the desk to his chair.

Lilly patted Hisao’s left side, her hand gripping Emi’s thigh. “I know you haven’t felt muscle in a while, but that’s my leg.” Emi said.

Lilly scowled before smiling sweetly. “Oh trust me, I know what muscles feel like.” Her hand reached up and stroked Hisao’s chest.

“Grrrroooossss…” Emi replied, making Lilly giggle.

Lilly found Hisao’s pocket and withdrew his wallet. She used the wallet on the scanner, calling the elevator to them. “Toshin?” She called. “We have a few friends coming shortly, please allow them entry up to our room.”

“Yes, Mrs. Nakai. I’ll see to it.” He responded, bowing his head.

“You know Lilly, it might be good for you to take the stairs.” Emi said.

“But then I’d be missing out on your lovely company.” Lilly said.

Hisao rolled his eyes. The elevator opened with a soft ding. “Ladies, please. Neither of you have claws sharp enough, and I’m way too hungry for this.” He entered the elevator, Lilly following.

As if on cue, Lilly’s stomach also made itself known.

“Geez, get a room you two...”

Lilly pressed the button before turning to them and reaching out. With her hand, she cupped Hisao’s cheek. “I love you, Hisao. Thank you so much for putting up with me.”

She leaned forwards and kissed him on the lips. He enjoyed the kiss, and would have enjoyed it even more if not for Emi’s fingers digging into his pectorals. Lilly pulled back and gave him a sweet, heartfelt smile.

Although her body was tense, Emi was silent, and the elevator opened onto their floor. Lilly stepped out ahead and headed towards their room. Without warning, Hisao felt Emi’s body let out its tension, and she fell against Hisao’s back.

“Feeling tired?” he asked.

“Yeah… It’s just… It’s been a long day.” Emi mumbled into his back.

“Ah god… Why are women’s clothing made without pockets?” Lilly asked, frustrated. “Hisao, keys, right or left.”

“Left again.” Hisao said. He jingled the keys in his pocket and Lilly fished them out, using them to unlock the door. She sighed happily as she lowered Emi’s gym-bag to the side of the door and stretched her back by pushing her shoulders together. Her breasts and stomach stuck out far over her waistband, her horizontal stripes not exactly helping to hide just how much weight she’d gained. Hisao felt himself ogling her for a moment before entering the room himself.

“Hisao, will you please unload Emi down on the couch? We can set it up for her after dinner.”

“I’m not some baggage, you know.” Emi said, but Hisao could tell her heart had gone out of the confrontational attitude.

“No, no, of course not. You’re our valued guest! I’m going to change into some dinner clothes, and Hisao I expect you to play the part of gracious host this evening. Once we’re done changing, we’ll be right back. Okay Emi?”

Hisao walked over to the couch and gently lowered her down. He now stretched his own back.

“Fine… don’t take too long though, I feel so awkward.”

“Don’t worry Emi, we’ll be right back.”

She pouted all the same.

Hisao followed Lilly to their shared bedroom and was met with the sight of her instantly dropping her skirt. Her stockings were stretched tight over her thickened thighs, and Hisao could see her belly pushing over the seam at her waist. He walked up behind her as she lifted her sweater over her head and grabbed her muffintop, pinching it between thumb and forefinger. Lilly jumped, though she giggled.

“Hisao…” she giggle playfully.

“It’s a shame we have to be right back.” He said.

“Unfortunately, our guest needs our attention more than my body needs yours… for now.”

“For now.” He repeated. He bent down, kissing her neck as he massaged her soft stomach.

The pair separated after a moment, Lilly’s face tinged red from arousal. They got dressed, Hisao in his teacher’s gear and Lilly in one of the new garments she’d purchased on her shopping trip. 

Hisao admired how the low cut dress showed off her magnificent breasts, and the soft red color looked draped over her legs. The black and red dress looked astounding on her as she posed for him. Her growth was undeniable. While Lilly’s breasts had always been large, they were so big now that they looked like they’d break any of her previous bras.

“That… looks… amazing on you.” Hisao told her. He walked up and placed his hand on the front, running his hand up her inner thigh. Lilly moaned slightly.

“Calm down… you… We… Unf, we have guests coming.” She spun to face him, smiling at him filled with her knowing humorous look. She thumped him playfully on the shoulder.

He wrapped her in his arms, feeling her breasts and body against him. He squeezed her, rubbing her back with one hand. With the other, he played with her long blonde hair. “You know something?” He asked.

“What’s that?”

“I am the luckiest man who’s ever lived.” He said. 

Lilly giggled, holding her hand up to her lover’s face. “That means that I’m the luckiest woman, then.”

He bent down to kiss her lips, and she pulled him tight to her.

“Hey! Do you guys seriously not have a TV!?” Came Emi’s voice from their front room.

Lilly sighed as the two separated. “There goes that moment. Will you go and show her the set? I’ve got to start preparing our meal.”

Reluctantly, Hisao released his wife.

Her head tilted to the side, seeming to notice his hesitance. “Don’t be so glum. Tonight, you and I will be enjoying ourselves wonderfully. After all, I’ve enlisted Rai to pick us up some wine~”

“Hopefully her and Pika don’t drink too much on their way here.” Hisao said jokingly.

Lilly softly stroked his chest before turning and heading out of the room. Hisao noticed that she walked with a certain sway to her hips that meant she knew he was staring… and then laughed as she bumped into the doorframe. She let out a gasp of surprise as she bounced off it, and her face turned sheepishly red as Hisao laughed. 

After a moment, Hisao finished dressing himself and headed out to the living room. He heard the sounds of controlled clattering, the oven beeping, and the blender going off in the kitchen, and wondered what exactly Lilly was planning to make.

He entered the living room to see Emi holding up one of Lilly’s books.

“It’s a wonderful read, if you know braille.” He said.

Emi looked up at him, nearly dropping the book in surprise. She glared at him. “Do you?”

“Are you kidding, there isn't even any pictures!" he joked. She didn't laugh. "I haven’t the faintest clue. Lilly will read them aloud to me, though. I’ll do the same for her with my books.” 

“Yeah you guys seem like you’re trying to build a library…” Emi said, looking around. Hisao hardly noticed how many books they had anymore, though he knew personally it was a lot. There were small piles pushed against the walls in seeming random places, as well as enough pushed together under the windowsill and all stacked so tightly that they were using it as a shelf, with two flower vases on top holding a bouquet of red roses and yellow lilies. 

“Honestly? That’s the idea.” He said. He sat down on the couch next to her, and pointed to one of the nearby piles. “Those are adventure novels. Over there are children’s stories. That pile is noir themed, which means black in French.”

“I know what it means.” Emi interrupted. “I’ve actually been to Paris. It’s not what everyone thinks it is.”

“Really? Lilly and I would love to go there some day. When did you go?”

Emi sighed, putting her head back against the headrest. “About… 3 years ago? I kinda wandered a lot. Only started teaching gym recently… My mom’s been on me to get a sense of drive.”

“Is that why you’ve been coaching?” Hisao asked, ignoring the loud clattering coming from the kitchen.

“Uh…” Emi said, looking over towards the area.

“Oh don’t worry, I’ve seen her work around there. You think her getting around is impressive? You should see her in there. It’s amazing how she has ever single spot committed to memory, when it takes me 5 minutes to find a measuring cup.”

Emi laughed, and Hisao was happy to hear there was no maliciousness in her voice. “God, I wish I had that. Some sense of who I was.”

“Well, that’s really easy. Knowing who you are, I mean. Are you a teacher, an athlete, a friend?”

“I don’t know what I am… I feel like I’m nothing, lately. I only talk to like 5 people, while everyone else I feel like I’m shouting at… What are you?”

Hisao shrugged. “I’m Lilly’s husband.”

“Oh gross.” Emi said, rolling her eyes. “You’re gonna make me sick.”

Hisao chuckled and shrugged. “It’s what I am. Ever since we met, I’ve been constantly astounded by this woman, but nothings surprised me as much as when she said yes.”

“So why don’t you have your own place yet?”

“Money is tight.” Hisao said with a shrug.

Emi looked as if she were about to say something along the lines of ‘that is not the only thing that doesn’t fit’, but decided against it.

Instead, she nodded. “Teachers salary. Right. My mom gives me some still, and having a roommate helps… You know, when she’s around.”

“You’re rooming with another girl? A teacher?”

Emi groaned, putting her face in her hands. “Worse. A painter.”

Hisao tilted his head as he tried to remember. “Rin!” He suddenly exclaimed. “Oh wow, I didn’t know you guys were still friends.”

“I don’t know what we are…” Emi said. “I think I frustrate here now… I know she does me. God what is wrong with me? I hate feeling this pissy.”

“Emi?” Lilly called, suddenly appearing in the doorway.

“Hey Lilly.” Emi responded.

Lilly entered into the room, zeroing in on Emi. In her hand she carried a large clear glass with what looked like some sort of green slush inside of it. Even though it looked different, Hisao recognized it immediately as Akira’s cure-all drink, however he also noticed how his nostril hairs hadn’t burned away from being near it… Lilly must have done something to it.

“I’ve prepared a drink for you whilst we wait for dinner.” Lilly said, extending her hand.

“Er… Thanks?” Emi said, taking it. Lilly stood in front of her, eyes shut and hands clasped. She was waiting for her to drink it.

‘What are you up to?’ Hisao tried to mentally ask her. Her sweet smile hid any sort of response though, and Emi took a sniff of the concoction. It looked more like a slushy than the drink Hisao knew.

Tentatively glancing up at Lilly, Emi brought the drink to her lips. She sipped at the slush, and her eyes opened widely in surprise. Quickly, her sip turned into a drink, which turned into a gulp as she began to chug the glass. Lilly’s smile widened as she heard Emi upend the glass, drinking the entirety of its contents.

“That’s delicious! What’s in that??” Emi asked as she returned the glass to Lilly’s outstretched hand.

“It’s something I’ve come up with, a little secret of mine.” Lilly said. She did her best to wink at Emi, as Hisao watched suspiciously. Lilly had definitely improved on her winking, though she still twitched her mouth and barred her teeth in a way that would remind a mail man of a particularly unfriendly small dog.

“Uh… alright. Thanks?”

“No problem.” Lilly said, bouncing slightly happily as she bowed. “You’re our guest.”

She quickly hurried away, her bare feet pattering softly on the carpeted floor as she returned to the kitchen.

Hisao had been watching her go now turned back to see Emi examining her chest.

“She happens to have that effect.” Hisao said, which made Emi jolt and cover her arms over her chest.

“What is with everyone and my boobs today? They’re small, I get it!”

“You’re not the only one who’s noticed the difference. I’ve seen Rai glancing down at her own chest when she’s around Lilly.”

“Well yeah, the Amazonian practically beats you over the head with them.”

Hisao had to pinch his nose to keep himself from bursting out in a laugh.”

“Oh shut up, you’d probably like that.”

He held up his hands in a shrug. “Well she hasn’t tried it yet, so who knows.”

“Gross.” Emi said, glaring at him. Her stomach let out a small whine, which caused her to blush. “Ugh… all that running earlier must have made me hungry. About how long do you think it will be?”

Hisao looked towards where his wife had just gone. “I’ll go check…”

He got up from his spot on the couch and started towards the kitchen when he hesitated. “Oh, yeah. The TV is right here.” He said, pointing towards a small television on top of a tiny counter that was surrounded by books.

“That’s a TV!? I thought that was a radio!”

Hisao walked over and flipped on the set. “There’s a remote somewhere…” He looked around and found it on the end table next to Emi. He got it and held it out to her, but she wasn’t paying him any attention. She stared on at the TV, which Hisao now saw was turned to The Food Network.

“Oh, Lilly must have left this on.” He said.

Emi just continued staring as the people on the television were decorating a rather large cake.

“Hello?” He asked. He snapped his fingers in front of her, and Emi jolted. 

“Huh? What? Oh. Hey.”

“Well… here’s the remote.” Hisao said, holding it out for her. She took it, and he walked off.

“No wonder she’s put on like 50 pounds…” Emi said in a hushed, entranced, tone.

There was a knock on the door as Hisao walked past it.

“Hisao? Can you get that? I think Rai and Pika have arrived.” Lilly called from the kitchen.

Hisao opened up the door and, sure enough, Rai and Pika stood in the doorway. Rai held a bucket of fried chicken as well as a few bags, while Pika held her giant Pikachu doll, two bags, and seemed to be chewing on a candy bar with a green wrapper and a rather confused look on her face. Hisao noticed the question marks on the chocolate’s wrapper.

“Hey guys, come on in.”

Rai entered, though Pika seemed to hesitate before crossing the threshold.

“We got everything on the list! Though we stopped at a shop I’d heard about on the news.” Rai held up the bucket of chicken, which had a crude caricature of the American president in a white and black styling. Beneath it were the letters OFC.

“Uh, thanks. Lilly’s in the kitchen.” Hisao said.

“Oh, I’ll go and help her!” Rai said. She handed her sister the chicken in exchange for the groceries before heading off to the kitchen. Pika placed the doll next to the door.

“Ugh, I feel dizzy. Can I sit down?”

“Uh, sure.” Hisao said. He led Pika into the living room, and the moment they entered the room Emi’s head snapped to them.

“W-what’s that?” Emi asked. Hisao could hear her stomach rumbling from across the room.

“Are you wearing something different?” Pika asked, looking suspiciously at Emi.

“What? No, gimmie some of that.”

Pika shook her head before walking into the room. She glowered at Emi. “You want some of this?” She asked, shaking the bucket of chicken.

“Yes.” Emi said without shame.

“I dunno, it’s probably only good for us fat girls.” Pika said.

If looks could kill, Pika would currently be on a slab at the morgue. Emi’s scornful glare looked to be setting the blue haired girl afire. “Gimmie. A. Piece.”

Pika took a leg from the bucket and held it up, staring at it before taking a bite. “Mhm… Why don’t you come and get some?” She said, waving it at Emi’s stumped legs.

Emi launched herself from the couch with a shout, but Pika quickly hopped backwards to dodge her. Emi crawled forwards, nearly reaching Pika’s legs but the chubby girl bounded backwards before hurrying from the room, Emi clawing her way after her roaring about fried chicken. Hisao could hear Rai and Lilly’s voices join the cacophony of noise.

He hung his head as he worked his way over to the TV and hit the off switch. Chuckling, he thought, ‘There is no way that those bottles of wine will be making it out of here with anything in them.’

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Dinner smelled amazing.

The company could use some work.

Hisao had been forced to intervene when Emi bit down on Pika’s calf, and Pika had nearly spilled the bucket all over the kitchen as Lilly was left standing in the center of the kitchen trying to not spill the boiling hot broth onto anyone while Rai scooped the chicken from Pika’s arms and slid it onto the table.

He’d finally gotten the pair separated and placed on either ends of the table, and found himself continuously having to discourage Emi from simple tearing into the meal before it was ready, something he noticed that Lilly was taking great pleasure in.

“Almost done.” Lilly said for the fourth time as she placed yet more food on the table. So far, it contained a plate of sashimi, a decorative Italian dish that Hisao had had repeated to him thrice but still couldn’t understand it as anything other than some sort of chicken pasta, a full roasted turkey, a pot of soup that was some sort of potato & bacon combination, and a bucket of fried chicken, and three full bottles of wine. One bottle was already emptied into the glasses of all the members of the group.

When Hisao asked how she’d been able to roast the turkey in so short a time, Lilly patted him softly on the head, kissed his cheek, and went back to finishing her casserole.

It seemed she’d been telling the truth now though, as her and Rai set down the final dishes with a sigh. Hisao also noticed that Lilly had made another ‘special slushie’ for Emi, placing it right in front of the girl’s famished face.

Pika, who had just finished setting up her doll on the counter, patted her sister on the back. “Damn, this looks amazing.”

“Why, thank you Pika.” Lilly said, bowing her head. “I only hope it tastes as good as it smells.”

She worked her way over to her seat besides Hisao and laid a gentle hand on Emi’s shoulder.

“Emi? Do you perhaps know Grace?”

Emi, who looked to be on the verge of drooling over the entire table, violent shook her head before speaking. “No, my family’s not religious.”

“Well, would you mind saying it with us tonight?”

Emi looked over to Hisao, who nodded his head.

“Uh, sure.”

“Wonderful. Now, everyone?”

The group clasped their hands in a remarkable show of restraint before praying, giving thanks for the meal in front of them. The moment they were finished, Hisao looked up to see Emi’s hands fly to the bread basket and shove a croissant into her mouth.

What followed was what Hisao imagined American Thanksgivings must be like. Everyone spooned generous helpings onto their plates as Hisao cut bits off of the turkey, serving them out to each person. For Lilly, he made sure to give her the entire leg. “As our thanks for this lovely meal.” He told her, as she smiled evidently pleased.

Everyone dug into their food with excitement, though Emi seemed to be overly so. Shed chugged down her second drink, and began attacking her plate with a sense of hunger that might be much more fitting to a child in a candy store than a fitness minded track coach. Before Hisao had even finished loading his plate, she seemed to be grabbing second helpings.

“Hisao, dear? Can you pass me the butter?” Lilly asked.

“Yea cuass yoo ee moar ov tha.” Emi said, her mouth entirely full.

Lilly just giggled to herself as she sipped deeply from her wine.

The night seemed to carry on in this fashion for quite some time. Hisao paid a lot of attention to his wife’s movements as she set about playing hostess, asking Pika and Rai about themselves and why Pika had come to visit, but Hisao could see she was obviously paying a lot of attention to Emi, who seemed to be stuffing herself silly, asking her which dishes she liked most and insisting she have more and more.

It was then that Hisao decided to play a bit of his own game.

As Pika was talking about college, Hisao took Lilly’s glass and refilled it up to the brim. After a moment, her hand found her glass again, and she perked her eyebrows curiously. “You were looking a bit thirsty.” Hisao said. “I can’t let the woman feeding all of us to not be fed herself. Here, let me load your plate for you.”

He made sure to grab extra helpings of every dish, loading the plate to the brim, and the placing bits of bread on top before handing it back. Her long dainty fingers searched the plate and she giggled to herself before digging in as Hisao, again, refilled her glass.

“I don’t really get why it’s important, is all I’m saying.” Rai said as she nursed her own second glass of red wine.

“Well it’s not really, but the message behind it matters! Godzilla isn’t the size of a city!” Pikasa replied

“She is when she’s written by Americans…” Lilly said. She stifled a burp, and it was evident that the meal was beginning to settle. “I’m not exactly the biggest fan of cinema in the room,” she laughed at her own joke, “but there seems to be a theme. Oh, honey? Can you refill me please?” She asked, holding out her glass. He obliged.

“The trailers for it look amazing though. And they have the guy from ‘Breaking Bad’. Have you seen that?”

Emi coughed, seeming to breathe come up for air for the first time since the meal started. “Ugh, Rin watches that. Something about drug dealing?”

“It’s such a good show, like the story for it’s really good. You’re all teachers, right?” Pikasa asked. “You might enjoy it! I’m learning English because of it.”

Lilly perked up at this, lowering a bit of pasta from her mouth. Hisao looked and saw her belly pressing against her dress, which also seemed to be riding up on her legs. She must really be feeling full. “Oh? How much have you learned? Rai and I are teaching English now.”

“Oh… Uh, well… It’s kinda an adult show, and the one word that gets said a lot is a dirty one.”

“[Bitch.]” Emi interjected. “Rin was using it every four seconds as she was painting some blue picture. It looked a lot like some sort of candy.” She placed another empty plate next to her and rubbed at her stomach, which was so obviously packed with a food baby but the girl seemed to have no shame.

She groaned. “Are we gonna have dessert too?”

Lilly smacked her lips before groaning. “Drat. I knew I forgot something. Some ice cream would be fantastic right now.”

Emi missed her chance to rise to the bait, moaning pleasurably as she rubbed her stomach. Lilly’s smile was almost as large as her stomach as she cupped her cheek.

“My my, Emi. You’re not possibly done yet, are you?” Lilly asked. “Why, I think I could eat far more than you seemed to, but your small stature may play into that.”

Emi grunted as she hefted herself up and filled her plate again.

“Another glass, dear?”

Hisao filled Lilly up again, and the group continued their feast.

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“You two have a good night.” Hisao whispered. “Thanks for coming by.”

“Thank you for having us!” Pika replied, seemingly missing the point of whispering.

Rai thumped her sister on the back of the head.

“Ow! What??”

“Thanks for having us, Hisao. I hope Lilly didn’t drink too much.” Rai said sheepishly. 

“Oh she’ll live, I’ll see to it. See you tomorrow.” He bade the pair goodbye and closed the door.

He walked back over to the kitchen to find the two girls to be in nearly catatonic states. Lilly, who usually got a bit friskier when she was drinking, was rubbing her stomach pleasurably. Emi seemed to have nodded off in her chair, her belly on clear view.

“You two… we barely have any leftovers.”

“I ate… so much more... than I planned…” Lilly said in-between large breaths.

“Surprise surprise, fatty.” Emi groaned from her seat.

Lilly half-heartedly raised a hand and let it fall towards Emi, and it lightly struck her stomach, causing the smaller, although admittedly more stuffed, girl to painfully moan.

“Come on, let’s get both of you to bed.”

He went over to Emi and hefted her up from her seat, causing her to belch loudly. “Oh god, let me die.” Emi said. Hisao got her over towards the couch and set her down, sitting on one of the stacks.

“You better be careful, or you’ll end up a fatty too.” Hisao said as he pulled out the bed.

“Yea right.” Emi said, slapping her tight round gut. “I’ll just run all of this off tomorrow.”

She lulled her head backwards so that she couldn’t see Hisao glaring at her. Instead he went over to her, scooped her up, and placed her on the folded out bed. She was snoring before he even left the room.

Hisao reentered the kitchen to see his wife, illuminated only by the window. 

“Tell me, Mr. Nakai.” She said, as she swished her dress around. “Do you think I’ve become a fatty?”

“W-well…” Hisao managed, watching as Lilly slowly pulled her dress down and showing her large, uncovered breasts. “I, I mean…”

Lilly slowly made her way forwards, skirting around the table as her breasts bounced against her stomach. She pulled her dress down further, letting it fall around her ankles, and stepping out of it.

“Well?” she asked, tauntingly. Hisao could see the red tinge to her face.

“You’re drunk.” He said lightly.

“I’m fat.” Lilly replied, standing only in her underwear as she sauntered up to her husband. “And I happen to be quite in love with it.”

Hisao laughed, feeling himself bite his lip. He reached out and lightly ran his fingers over Lilly’s wide hips, resting his hand on her stomach, which pooched forwards. “I’m pretty sure I am too.” He replied.

“I know you are.” Lilly teased, pulling him tight to her. “Whenever you see me lately, I can hear it in your voice. How you’re constantly looking at me. You make me feel so wonderful Hisao.”

“Well, I mean, you’ve always looked amazing Lilly.” Hisao replied.

“I worry about that much more than I should, to be honest.” She said, giggling. “Imagine if I’d taken up cooking in high school, though. Do you remember the first night you spent with me? Hanako’s party, with the wine?” Lilly asked.

“Of course.”

He gripped Lilly’s ivory white skin as he massaged her stomach, making her moan happily.

“Perhaps that should have been a sign. I’ve always been an indulgent girl.” Lilly said, biting her lip. She gripped his hands and began pulling him along behind her, towards their bedroom. “And right now, I want nothing more than to be a greedy gluttoness, and indulge all night in you.”

He reached behind her and pinched her bottom, making her squeak before pulling him down by his tie and into a deep kiss as she lead him to their room.