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“Hey, babe, can you help me get this on?” Orym was fidgetting with the buckle of his ceremonial garb, but it would not seem to fasten. He couldn’t get the end of the leather through, no matter how hard he tried, and if he couldn’t get the belt to fasten, then he couldn’t put the leg guards over it, or his shirt, or his pauldron, or…
“Of course, Orym.” Dorian came over from the kitchen, where he’d been putting the finishing touches on a spiced rice dish Orym had fallen in love with while at the Silken Squall. He took one look at his husband, and grimaced. “Orym, it’s not going to fit. Even if you get it through, it won’t be long enough for the holes.”
“It’ll be fine. I had four or five extra before, I know I’ve gained some happy weight, but …” Orym looked down at himself, where his ab lines were barely even visible under a layer of soft fat. Before, even with his muscles he’d been completely flat. Now, it curved out like one of Dorian’s hands was cupped around it, too big to fit in his halfling sized ones.
Dorian sighed. “I told you we were a bad influence. First the trip to Byroden—”
“—everyone was always offering me pie, it’s not my fault—”
“—and then with my family—”
“—who eat food fit for kings, literally—”
“—we were both bound to grow to enjoy it.” He came over and scooped his halfling boyfriend up, letting Orym feel the new softness on Dorian’s body, cradled against his soft moobs and cloud-like upper arms. Indeed, Orym was heavier than he used to be. Orym kissed him on his chin, which was indeed softer.
“If only I could just kiss you and that would fill me up,” the halfling joked.
Dorian rolled his eyes. “At least you still have ab lines. My belly is twice as big as yours.”
“You’re also twice as tall.” Orym kissed him again, this time moving to his mouth before pulling away. “Besides. I like it. Now you won’t be freezing in your chiffon, and I always have something cute to poke or squeeze.”
Dorian blushed, a hint of violet. “You can’t say that when you’re mostly naked. It’s not fair.”
“Oh? why is that?” Orym looked down and prodded at Dorian’s belly beneath him, watching it jiggle safely from above in Dorian’s arms.
Dorian only reddened further. “I thought this conversation started with you unable to fit into Tempest Blade garb.”
“Yeah, well…” Orym gave him a cheeky grin. “Hopefully this year will end with neither of us able to fit in what we’re wearing now.”