Letting Go - Part 1 (Commission for SirJahar)

TAGS: Weight Gain, Hyper/Hyper Belly/Hyper Fat, Growth, Blob

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It was the first day of a brand new life for both wolves. Now that their kids were both out of college and financially independent, it was time for them to take their empty nest and move it somewhere else, so they could spend the rest of their days in some much needed calm and peace, away from the usual hustle and bustle of the city… and especially as far away as they could be from their regular line of work. They couldn’t complain about the pay, certainly not about the perks either, but there was something about professional bounty hunting as a profession that left them feeling like they should probably hang up their boots before they ended up turned to ash after they fell in an incinerator somewhere; it’s not that they were getting old for the job, but their age was certainly beginning to be a factor, and it would only get worse as time went on. Plus, with their daughter and son no longer needing to pay for rent and tuition, there really was no reason for Sonia and Sarnak to put their lives on the line for the extra money anymore; they had plenty saved up from their pre-marital and pre-parenting days to last them for the rest of their lives, and together with some smart investments, their collective bank account was fat enough that they could live a comfortably cushy existence without needing to worry about a single thing. Thus, as soon as their son made the last arrangements and finally moved out, there was no reason for the couple to stay there either, and within a couple of short months, they were en-route to their new home in the suburbs. Frankly, it was everything they ever could’ve wanted, at least from the way it was presented by the real estate agent: far enough away from downtown that they wouldn’t be interrupted by the cacophony of traffic, yet close enough to be easily accessible should the need arise; warm, friendly, welcoming neighbors, basically nothing of note happening apart from the occasional backyard barbeque, and above all, it was quiet. Physically so, in that there were enough trees around that most of the sound from outside the neighborhood was blocked and absorbed; the two wolves couldn’t have asked for a better home.

The first few months after moving in were… strange. Not necessarily in a bad way, as both Sarnak and Sonia knew that adapting to a new life without their children living under their roof would necessarily involve a lot of changes, most of which they managed to ignore during the process of selling their apartment and finding a new place to live. Now that they were there, the two ex-bounty hunters had to effectively create a brand new routine for themselves, one that didn’t involve sharpening knives, cleaning firearm barrels and checking for explosives lying around whenever they turned a corner. The paranoia would always be the last thing to go away, but it also served as a way of gauging when their adaptation to their new lifestyle had reached a new milestone; when they stopped checking under the seat during dinnertime, when they could go to the bathroom without automatically scanning every inch of every surface for bugs, that’s when they knew that they’d finally reached a certain level of peace with themselves and the world. It would still take a while before the last habits died off (such as always sleeping with their backs to one another, just in case), but both of them were well underway, and enjoying every moment of it; besides, both of their kids occasionally dropped by to check in on how they were doing, so even the empty nest didn’t necessarily feel that empty at the end of the day… just slightly unused. On the other hand, suddenly dropping their entire profession and deciding to retire early left them both with a glut of free time that they didn’t exactly know what to do with. Bounty hunting on the level they operated on had a knack for taking up most of their day, and it wouldn’t be one or two times that they left several days’ worth of dinners for the younger Sarnak and Seriah in the fridge before setting off on a “hunting” trip that would inevitably end with someone’s head splattered against a wall; so, now that they didn’t have to do any of the prep work or actual tracking, both Sarnak and Sonia had entire mornings and afternoons with absolutely nothing in their schedule, leaving them to try and find something, anything to help pass the time. And while Sarnak turned to what he knew best, and began flirting with the idea of hobbyist gunsmithing, Sonia went in an entirely different direction: cooking.

Truth be told, neither of the two wolves were particularly good at making their own meals. Even the stuff they prepared for in case they weren’t in the home barely ranked above ready-to-heat, store-bought dinners… and, more often than, tasted even worse, prompting the twins to surreptitiously replace them with take-out and then for the whole family to pretend that didn’t happen. Seeing as their lives were quite physically active, plus the fact that they had a tendency to operate in less than legal operations in places without a lot of access to food, the couple had gotten used to subsisting off of MREs and whatever extra could be scavenged from the locals by throwing enough money at them; now that they had traded this life for a more peaceful existence in the suburbs, however, Sonia decided that it was high time for her to learn how to actually use most of the stuff that was in her kitchen… mostly because part of her had always wanted to be able to cook some proper meals for herself and her family, the tiny of her mind that yearned for a life that didn’t involve tracking and taking down people with a bounty on their head. It was, above all things, further proof of normality that she even had the time to learn to cook at all, and it was precisely because of this that Sonia threw her all into it, taking all the passion she’d momentarily shelved after retiring from bounty hunting and directing all of it to the small fortune’s worth of cooking guides and recipe books that she began amassing. Granted, it was a rocky enough start that even she wasn’t certain whether she should be eating any of the things that came out of her pots and oven; the wolfess was somewhat certain that meat wasn’t supposed to be charred black in just half an hour, nor were stews designed to completely dry up and have their constituent rice burn up and stick to the bottom of the pan when she wasn’t looking. More than once, the two wolves had to order take-out in order to even have a meal, but just as Sonia made sure to encourage Sarnak’s newfound love for tinkering with firearms, so too did Sarnak stand by his mate’s decision to learn how to tame the wild beast that was culinary ability, even if it did mean going for a while still without proper home cooking; both of them saw it as an investment of sorts, in that if they just endured a couple of weeks of poor results, then surely they would be rewarded with some fantastic dishes down the line, the kind of stuff that they could happily show their neighbors whenever they decided to organize a potluck… or anything, really. The couple was still somewhat suspicious of why the rest of the street never really interacted with them, though given the sort of looks they received on the street, it was likely that at least part of their life history had become common knowledge in their vicinity, presumably prompting everyone to walk on eggshells around them. This, too, served as yet another reason for Sonia to keep learning how to cook: perhaps, if she just put enough effort into it, she’d be capable of organizing a get-together where everyone in the neighborhood could show up and the two wolves could show folks around them that they were… well, not harmless, but certainly not liable to lose their minds and start shooting everyone there. After all, bounty hunting was a task that required precision, and did not tolerate wanton destruction.

But, as with all things, progress did not come without some degree of sacrifice. Over the course of their many years working as bounty hunters, both Sonia and Sarnak prided themselves on keeping their bodies in top shape; it wasn’t for nothing that they were consistently ranked amongst the best operatives available for hire, a reputation the two worked overtime to attain and maintained. This became especially important for Sonia after maternity, where her suddenly developing a set of rather accentuated curves was initially something she didn’t know how to handle, doubly so for the issue of lactation in the first months of each pregnancy; still, with hard work and dedication, she turned her new motherly figure into something that was usually described in online circles with a four-letter acronym, a fact that not only was the wolfess endlessly proud of, but also served as a constant stressor for Sarnak, who very much had to fight against his impulses whenever the two of them had the slightest moment of rest on an assignment and his mate immediately decided to start teasing him with her rather skintight selection of outfits. Now that the two of them had retired however, especially with the lack of any workout regimen, Sonia’s body had noticeably softened over the course of their stay in the new house, and while this had certainly helped to contribute to making her ass and thighs even more noticeable than before, it was enough of a change that she had to take notice… but not one that she necessarily wanted to do anything about. After all, whenever she got up in the morning and walked to the bathroom, what she saw in the mirror wasn’t fat, it was the perfect amount of pudge around her belly, just enough for her (or Sarnak) to hold onto, melting down into a plump butt and a wonderfully soft pair of legs; hell, some of it had even settled on her bust too, bringing a slight blush to her face whenever she noticed the slightest of change. And while this sort of extra weight might’ve spelled doom for her if she were still a bounty hunter out in the field, there in the suburbs it was not only perfectly acceptable, but perhaps… desirable. She could, after all, afford to gain some weight without having to worry about the consequences, and given the way her mate had been looking at her recently, it was clear that the wolf was hungry for a thicker set of curves, even if he refused to admit it himself; plus, the reason why that pudge was even there to begin with was all that culinary experimentation that Sonia went through every day, so it all tied together in the end: she tried to get better at cooking, coincidentally snacked on whatever she was eating or whatever else happened to be on hand, and maybe made a bit more than strictly necessary for two mouths. She went back to the couple’s bedroom, the two of them explored her curves some, and she woke up the next morning feeling refreshed, restored, and ready to add a little ounce or two; rinse and repeat.

It was perhaps a dangerous mindset to be in, considering the contrast between her former lifestyle and this new, sedentary existence the two of them were carving out, but frankly, after so many years spent out in the desert tracking down terrorists in caves or prowling the urban jungles for criminal ringleaders with more henchmen than sense of decency, she’d earned the extra bit of fat. Besides, it did look on her, and it was nothing if not proof positive that she was getting better at the whole cooking thing; why else would she be eating so much, if not for her culinary skills improving to the point where it was actually worth snacking on the very things she was preparing? Long gone were the days where the wolfess would look down at whatever was on the cutting board and wonder if it was supposed to look the way it did, or stare down at a pot and consider whether it’d be too dangerous to consume what looked to be a semi-solid, syrupy slop that was supposed to be a stew… and long gone were the days where she had any sort of self-restraint when it came to occasionally nibbling on a little something here and a little something there. Back during the couple’s working days, which by that point felt like they’d taken place years, rather than just months before, the two of them had to keep to a very strict regimen in just about every aspect of their lives: habit was inevitable, and thus it was paramount for them to make sure that whatever they grew used to doing would serve to feed into their ability to do their job properly; this is how they ended up unconsciously cleaning firearm whenever they weren’t doing anything, or adjusting bits and pieces of their gear to check for any damage, or even just getting down and doing some push-ups to pass the time. Back then, it had served to both keep them in shape to better perform their duties and ensured that their equipment was always ready to be used at a minimal rate of malfunction… but now, in a more civilian setting, new habits would necessarily have to form, and while Sarnak was busy trying to ignore that fact by tinkering away at his personal projects in the garate, Sonia had decided, perhaps not entirely of her own volition, that all this energy she had would be transferred to a newfound love of eating, with cooking being the necessary secondary requirement. It used to be that the idea of getting up in the middle of the night to grab a snack from the fridge would be unthinkable to her; the pregnancy had already done enough “damage” to her figure that she couldn’t allow herself to grow even curvier, lest it genuinely start affecting her ability to get into and out of tight spots, plus the wolfess knew full well that the moment she started to get sloppy with her diet, it’d be an endless downward slope. But here, in the relative safety of the ‘burbs, there were no insurgents ready to shoot at them from behind rocks, no gangbangers trying to riddle them with bullets if they took a wrong turn, no searchlights attempting to locate them so that a few mortars could make mincemeat out of them; rather, it was just herself, her pantry, and all the delicious goodies that she either baked herself or took to purchasing whenever she went out shopping for groceries: cookies, mostly, but also small pastries, the occasional cake, and plenty of sugary treats whenever she found them on sale, creating a cabinet of confectionery that was hers and hers alone, and one that Sonia made very good and frequent use of. Be it by nibbling on a packet of cookies while watching television in the living room, taking bites out of a box of donuts while preparing a meal, or just outright getting up from bed to have a slice of cake and a glass of soda, it was a brand new habit that the wolfess was incredibly excited and eager to indulge in.

The consequences for this were obvious, though not necessarily in any rush to make themselves known. Like a frog in a pot, both wolves were blissfully unaware of the gradual, weeks-long change that took hold of Sonia’s body, even if Sarnak occasionally had reached something resembling a realization when the two of them were in bed and he happened to grab enough flab to wonder why there was so much of it; then again, a moment later, he would always end up having his face smothered in something warm, soft and furred, and the concerns would vanish into the heavenly marshmallow he found himself enveloped in. At the end of the day, the wolfess wasn’t doing anything special; it wasn’t as if she was deliberately gorging herself and trying to get fat, but rather her habits and way of going about things changed just enough to start tipping her towards the other end of the scale, and with no hobbies to help burn off calories, nor any intention of mediating her caloric intake, Sonia slowly started to put on weight at a slow, but consistent rate. It took a while before she truly took note of it in a way that actually mattered; every day she’d technically see the changes, maybe even feel them when she used her hands to rub body wash over herself in the shower, or when trying to put on clothes only to find them tighter than before. But while the wolfess was intellectually aware of what was happening to her, emotionally speaking there was a certain vested interest in pretending like things were perfectly fine and she needn’t worry about anything; after all, she was still just as healthy as before, and wasn’t the point of retiring and finding a house for themselves in the suburbs to enjoy life to an extent? To give up the concerns of their bounty hunting career and appreciate the simpler aspects of a more homely existence… such as being able to eat proper food whenever they damn well wanted, rather than being forced to hydrate something that had been sitting on a shelf for two years and then pretend like it wasn’t the worst kind of crap they’d ever put in their bodies. Frankly, the more she thought about it, the more Sonia became convinced that her eating the way she did was better than the constant supply of MREs and dehydrated foodstuffs that used to make up the majority of her and Sarnak’s diet, because at least her cooking actually tasted properly and didn’t go through them in record time; not to mention, the better she got at actual cooking and baking, the less money she had to spend on buying sweets and treats for herself without having to sacrifice the actual volume of them: rather than buying an overpriced packet of cookies that wouldn’t last more than fifteen minutes once she opened it, Sonia could just bake a couple of full trays of them for the same price and end up enjoying them far more and for a longer amount of time. Rather than an investment in cakes, all that was needed was some dough and assorted ingredients, and even the light bill for using the oven wouldn’t add up to the price of just purchasing the finished product… plus, it always tasted better whenever she made, whenever she added her little twists to it to make it hers, and if it tasted better, then clearly it was supposed to be eaten with even more enthusiasm, thus creating a perpetual need for even more confectionery. It was almost impressive how much Sonia alone managed to empty out her pantry; Sarnak didn’t have nearly as much of a sweet tooth as his wife, leaving most of the job up to the wolfess, for whom, as far as she cared, this only meant that she had more for herself. Perhaps most alarmingly, this newfound, ravenous need for treats extended not just to confectionery, but to regular food as well, especially once Sonia became good enough at managing her cooking station that she could make multiple meals at the same time.

The decision to start doing so didn’t come easily, but rather as a result of Sonia one day catching herself taking bites out of the very food that she was cooking for dinner, then realizing that she probably shouldn’t be taking vital ingredients out of the mix if she didn’t want to ruin the end result. Even something as simple as a couple of potatoes or a few strips of chicken might very well ruin the whole broth, to say nothing of those occasions where she was puzzled at how the amount of fries that came out of the frying pan was significantly lower than the amount she initially put in; it was a slightly embarrassing realization to make, but at least it helped her direct that hunger of hers towards pastries rather than whatever was in the pot at any given time… though this did lead to the small issue of all the sugar ruining her taste when she needed it the most, thus creating a completely different problem. The solution, however, was simple: just cook a second meal, a smaller one that she could prepare in a single pan in one of the smaller beakers, and use that for snacks while she prepared the main course; this way, not only could the wolfess satisfy her need to nibble on something at any given time, but her palate wouldn’t be overloaded by tastes that contrasted so heavily with what she was preparing, turning a massive problem into a perfect, serendipitous win-win! Obviously, this did lead to a significant increase in the amount of calories that Sonia consumed every day, which itself led to an even more rounded figure than before, but there was something about the way that she looked that made it so… easy, to just not care too much. It was clear that she was getting fat, and quite a lot as well given the amount of clothes that she could no longer use properly, but the way all that extra pudge settled on her, giving her a significantly wider set of hips, a plumper butt, thicker thighs, even a couple of cup sizes to go with the obvious belly she had begun to sling out in front of her, all contributed to add to her beauty… at least in the couple’s eyes, and Sarnak’s fingertips in particular. They’d both lost count of the amount of times the wolf walked into the kitchen-slash-dining room and found Sonia was preparing something in the middle of the afternoon, wearing nothing but an apron that hugged her curves perfectly while keeping her entire back exposed to the world, practically begging for Sarnak to approach her and sink his hands into those fat cheeks of her… and so he would, unashamedly walking up to his mate, pressing his front against her back, then making sure she knew just what was on his mind whenever he rolled his hips close enough for the wolfess to feel his bulge rubbing against the cavernous crevice in between the two perfect orbs of soft flesh the wolf’s hands vanished into. The same could be said about their time in the bedroom, with all of the extra meat on Sonia’s bones only spiking Sarnak’s libido higher than the ridiculous heights it was already at, with the added bonus that the additional weight led to a whole lot of bedspring creaking and the occasional metallic clang signalling that one of the springs themselves had broken, something neither of them ever expected would be possible. And ultimately, this only fed into the same logic that helped Sonia get into the extra binging to begin with: the fact that it even happened at all was proof that the two of them had finally reached a point in their lives where they didn’t need to always be paranoid, that they could now afford to let go a bit and lose their toned physiques, making each handful of flesh, every groan and moan, every dollar spent in ingredients, just more affirmation that this was the right way they wanted to spend the rest of their lives together. It was oddly romantic in a way, and it just served to make it even tastier… in every sense of that word.