Highest Amount of Weight Gain for a Pairing?
Loki laid on the couch, now comfortably stuffed. He loved this feeling. So full he had difficulty breathing, but not in pain. He was so enamored with his own belly that he hadn't noticed how long Tom had been upstairs. How long did it take him to change for a damn run, anyway?
The mortal stood in front of the full-length mirror, nude, tears in his his eyes, examining his much larger form. He noted with a bit of disgust the stretch marks that marred his once-slim hips, sighing with contempt at the traces of new ones forming across his belly. He let that last thought sink in: he had a belly. He rubbed it roughly, hating the way his entire body hummed with pleasure at the feeling. He allowed for further exploration, pressing his fingers into the soft flesh, letting them sink in completely before kneading the thin layer of fat. He closed his eyes, relishing how every nerve seemed to be on fire, not even noticing that his hand had drifted to his cock. He moaned softly as he stroked with slow, languid movements, his other hand never stopping his ministrations on his belly.
He vaguely became aware of a warmth settling into the small of his back, another pair of hands rubbing his fat belly. He leaned back into the warmth, eyes snapping open. He was mortified to see Loki standing behind him. "I-I..." He stammered.
"You like it," the god grinned, noting with glee the cum glistening on Tom's round belly.
"Yes," Tom admitted, running a warm, damp cloth over the evidence of his arousal.
"Can't you just talk to the director? Tell him you've a slightly different vision of the character? You're brilliant, my love, I've no doubt you can sell it,"
Tom sighed. "I'm not unhappy at this weight. In fact, I do rather like it," he admitted sheepishly.
"Evidently," Loki chuckled. "Besides, if the weight gain is truly sympathetic because of my plight, you've got another nine weeks to go,"
"I know. Maybe I can try to watch what I'm eating a bit more until the baby's born and if I'm just as heavy, or heavier, by then I'll talk to the director," Tom conceded. He wasn't ready to give up his belly just yet. "Out of curiosity, Lo, how much weight have you put on so far?"
"Seventy five pounds," he said, rubbing the thick layer of fat over his belly. "And with just over two months to go, I'm pretty sure I'll go over 100 total gained when I give birth,"
"So between the two of us, we've packed on 102 pounds? Wow..." Tom said in wonder.
"Yea, wow," Loki said, placing his hands on Tom's belly as he leaned in for a kiss.