I rolled away from (Y/N) as I awoke, immediately sensing something was terribly awry. The heft of my gut was so profound that merely turning over was a significant effort! I felt as though surely the weight would crush me, it weighed me down so!

I sluggishly raised my head to assess the damage, and couldn't stop a horrified shriek! Pits! My gut was beyond pendulous, it was a being of its own! I practically had breasts! And my nethers were nowhere in sight!

(Y/N) turned and looked at me lazily, chuckling. I was too abjectly horrified to even protest her inspection; I was monstrous! "Wow, your tummy really grew from-"

I interrupted her, peeved. "-I can see that! This is intolerable! My skin shall never recover! I have grown hideous!"

(Y/N) just smiled indulgently at me as though I were a human toddler! "I'll go get you more containers, if..." Why was she grinning?

I pressed my palms together. "If what, my queen? I don't even know if I'm able to walk in this condition, I-"

She smirked. "-If you let me rub your little tum-tum first!"

I felt my face shrivel at her demand. How peculiar! Could it be that she was fond of men composed largely of adipose tissue? Did she not normally find me striking, rakishly handsome, and debonair? "Uh, certainly, if you must."

She beamed so warmly at me, her russet gaze so pacifying, I felt myself begin to calm. She set about rubbing little circles around my peculiar navel, reminding me to ask the Dark Father about its nature come Monday.

"I must. For luck," she clarified, unnecessarily. I wondered absently if there truly were any ancient incantations that involved the massaging of fat deposits to manipulate one's future fortune? Surely the Boss Man would know that as well.

I lay back and willed myself to endure the formidable weight and consequence of (Y/N)'s pleasure. Incontestably, if I did not store away the excess shortly, my skin would never recover! I chastened myself for feeding the blue delights to (Y/N) during coitus when I was clearly unable to process a double helping of her satisfaction.

Not soon enough, my befuddling princess went to fetch me two more containers, and I worked on refilling that which we had enjoyed together. The promising feeling of my breasts shrinking, the sight of my ribs coming back into view, was immensely reassuring.

After I had filled three containers full to the brim, I was still fretting over the possibility of stretchmarks. (Y/N), a veritable savior, offered that we should go forth and shower, and that afterwards she would lotion the entirety of my skin!

Feeling sassy and spoiled, I joined her in the shower, pleased as punch! Perhaps I was a vain creature, but she loved me even so!