Gargantuan Genmai

    "Genmai Umami?" the dentist called into the waiting room.

    "Here," Genmai replied. He grabbed the arms of the chair and pushed up once, twice, trice. Okay, that obviously wasn't working. "I-I'll be there in a minute." He tried a little shimmy, pulling on the fronts of the arms of the chair, even pushing on the back of the chair and pulling on the arm of the chair at the same time but no; he was stuck in the chair. Nothing he did could help him budge just a little. 

    "Need some help?" Mizuame asked, wearing a (very cute) pair of overalls and turtleneck sweater. Genmai held out his hands for her to take. With a few tugs, Genmai was finally free from his chair.

    "That's weird. The chair must have shrunk," he reasoned. "I mean, I fit in it last appointment in the summer. You know how wood contracts in the cold, right?"

    "I don't think it's the chair that shrunk, Gen," Mizuame grinned, squeezing her husband's love handles. "I think you might have grown a tad since your last appointment. In fact, I say you've been doing a lot of growing lately. You've past the 'chubby hubby' line a long time ago. Now you're my oversized other half." She wrapped his arms around the entire expanse of his girth.

***

    "Jesus!" Genmai exclaimed, digging his nails into whatever there was-- it was his (odd but understandable) natural reflex whenever he had a nightmare.

    "Ow!"

    "Ah, shit! Sorry!" he immediately apologized, forgetting the proximity of his wife. "Did I cut you?"

    "No; you just pricked me a bit," Mizuame assured, rubbing the spot on her back where Genmai had dug his nails. "So what's wrong?"

    "Um.. get up for a minute." She lifted her head off his potbelly, allowing Genmai to sit up and analyze the fleshy mass for himself. "Does it look like it's getting bigger?"

    "Well, when you do that, yeah." She couldn't help but smirk at her husband's obvious insecurity. He's always so confident, so it's cute to see him self-conscious. "Did you have a nightmare?"

    "Before we go into mine, tell me about yours first. What made you bury your face into my tummy and then say you were going to kill me or something like that?" 

    "Oh! It was stupid," Mizuame admitted sheepishly. "I had this dream that you got liposuction and you were basically flaunting the fact that you were skinnier than me." She didn't want to go into exact details; it would open up a can of worms that she didn't want to deal with first thing in the morning.

    "I'm insulted on a number of levels." Genmai remarked. "However, I shall apologize for dream-me being an asshole and ruining your slumber, my love."

    "Your apology is accepted. So what was your dream?"

    "It was horrible." Genmai laid back down and Mizuame rested her head on his potbelly once again as he began his tale. "It was during the winter, I think, because you were wearing these cute overalls and a turtleneck sweater-- anyways; we were in the waiting room for Dr. Longoria, and then she called my name, but when I tried to stand up, I couldn't. I was so fat that I was stuck in the chair. You eventually had to help me get out, and then I said something about the wood contracting in the cold. Mizu, I was huge. I had fucking man-boobs-- like, C-cups, at least-- and when you hugged me from behind, you couldn't even wrap your arms around me. I don't think you could even have your hands touch one other." He sighed loathingly. "I blame you. Your nightmare juices leaked into my potbelly and worked its way up into my brain."

    "A more logical explanation would be that the sudden extra weight of my head made you imagine being so horribly obese." Mizuame corrected.

    "Meh. Nightmare juices sounds cooler."

    "Well, I promise I will never let you go that far." She nuzzled her face into his potbelly. "I like what you have right now just fine."

    "You can't be serious."

    "Well... what about me? This is the biggest I've ever been in my life."

    "Mizu, there's a reason why across cultures, there are statues and figurines and wall carvings of really fat women-- women make it look good. As a man, I make it look creepy."

    "Let me be the judge of that. And considering how well I was able to sleep on your potbelly, I'd say you're within the realm of 'pleasantly plump,'-- an excellent figure for a husband."

    "Hmm... we need to get you some overalls." Genmai suddenly decided. "I'm obviously suffering from a deficiency."

    "What is it with you and overalls?"

    "What is it with you and glasses?" he quipped.

    "Fair enough. You want me to wear overalls more often, you have to wear glasses more often."

    "Deal." Suddenly, there came a knock at the door. "Come in." It was their eldest daughter. "Hey, what's up?"

    "I just wanted to check to see if you guys were awake." Sashimi admitted. "I heard you talking earlier, but then you were quiet and then you started talking again, so I was just wondering if you were going back to sleep, since... I made breakfast."

    "Oh, what did you make?" There was a baking smell that was slowly seeping into the room, but Mizuame couldn't quite put her finger on what it was exactly-- it DID smell a little fruity.

    "I made in in my Home Ec. class the other day-- it's basically apple-cinnamon toast." 

    Oh, apples! Mizuame realized, her drowsy senses finally awake enough to detect the delicious smells. Suddenly, a low grumble interrupted her thoughts. "Your father would love some apple toast," she smirked.

    "Shut up," Genmai snapped lightly just as another low grumble interrupted him. "Your mother would love some apple toast too."

    "Shush!" Mizuame snapped before burying her face into his potbelly.

    "We'll be out there in a minute," Genmai chuckled, petting his wife's hair.

    Sashimi couldn't help but grin bashfully. It was an odd kind of compliment, knowing that just the smell of your food was enough to make stomachs growl. "I made enough for everyone to have two, but I can make more if we need it." With that, she left her parents in peace.

    "So you really promise you'll never let me get that big?" Genmai asked, returning to the issue of a probable nightmare coming true.

    "Hmm... I might let you get a little bigger. You know how I like my pillows soft and plush." Mizuame replied as she playfully squished his flab as if it were a pillow that needed fluffing. "Not by much, though. There's only so much of you I can handle at once."

    "Gee, thanks," he replied sarcastically. 

    "I love you, my chubby hubby," Mizuame kissed her husband sweetly.

    "I love you too, my pudgy paramour."
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    Ah, love   So this is a request from fatty-writes asking that I make Genmai a LOT bigger, though at least letting it be a nightmare for him I thought it'd be funny if he had a nightmare right after That Dream Where He Cheats On You I had to get creative with this one, because he's apple-shaped when it comes to putting on weight, so I needed to keep most of it in the middle, but also give him SOME form of proportion-- Nyanlolita definitely helped me with that, so I thank you  

    I felt like a perv for drawing Mizuame's boobs so large, but I had to keep reminding myself that she's nursing, so...yeah, her boobs are going to be big I actually still have the recipe for the apple-cinnamon toast Sashimi is talking about I miss sixth grade Home Ec....

    While I seem to keep putting weight on Genmai each time I draw him, I don't think he'll get much bigger than he is now. I don't really know how to explain it other than that a really big body doesn't fit his personality Though I do detect a bit of a conspiracy from Mizuame...