Gina had mentioned it in her letters to him when he was stationed in Afghanistan. She was worried about the weight she was putting on. She hoped he'd still find her attractive when he came back. Each time he assured her that nothing would keep him from loving her.
Still, he braced himself for a change. When he exited the airport terminal, he scanned the faces of waiting sweethearts and families holding up "WELCOME HOME" banners. Out of the corner of his eye darted a flash of red. Gina was barreling towards him like an RPG round. He braced himself, lowering his center of gravity like a wrestler to avoid being toppled by the shorter girl. Then came a very cushioned collision and a surprisingly strong hug.
The winter garb she was cocooned in was very good at concealing her altered appearance, but upon their arrival home, it was feverishly discarded, leaving a trail of sweaters, jeans, thermal underwear, and panties on the way to the bedroom. The only article of clothing that resisted impassioned removal was a monster bra. It contained the vast majority of the weight she mentioned gaining. Sure other parts were more rounded now, but Gina had always been a plump, wide-hipped girl.
She'd always been busty too, but he was having difficulty guessing what her current cup size was up to from the F he had left her with when he got deployed. It didn't matter. Trying to quantify her breasts was to trivialize them. What was important was that he was here with her.
Hey Kata, read what woot sais in the comments area of the last one, theres still deciding to be made and the other series is prolly gonna be finished first.
I actually almost sent it to someone I know who just had a loved one deployed (and oddly enough has also been gaining)- but she probably wouldn't appreciate it on the same levels as we.
Still, he braced himself for a change. When he exited the airport terminal, he scanned the faces of waiting sweethearts and families holding up "WELCOME HOME" banners. Out of the corner of his eye darted a flash of red. Gina was barreling towards him like an RPG round. He braced himself, lowering his center of gravity like a wrestler to avoid being toppled by the shorter girl. Then came a very cushioned collision and a surprisingly strong hug.
The winter garb she was cocooned in was very good at concealing her altered appearance, but upon their arrival home, it was feverishly discarded, leaving a trail of sweaters, jeans, thermal underwear, and panties on the way to the bedroom. The only article of clothing that resisted impassioned removal was a monster bra. It contained the vast majority of the weight she mentioned gaining. Sure other parts were more rounded now, but Gina had always been a plump, wide-hipped girl.
She'd always been busty too, but he was having difficulty guessing what her current cup size was up to from the F he had left her with when he got deployed. It didn't matter. Trying to quantify her breasts was to trivialize them. What was important was that he was here with her.
He was home.