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A lot happened in the last few months. Jayce stopped going to the gym so regularly, just did some cardio here and there, but that didn’t stop him from saying he was still in shape and fit. He was very much not, as he gained about 50 pounds or even more through these couple months, accompanied by Viktor, who also gained some more and deeply encouraged Jayce to do the same. So Jayce did, because how on earth could he ever say no to his husband? Especially when he pulled these manipulative eyes on him. He couldn’t disagree. And he didn’t even think about it if he were to be honest.
Though, Jayce suffered from a denial face. A deep, deep denial face, truly. He still insisted he was fit and muscular (the latter he was, but the former not so much), even when Viktor was pointing out his weight gain. It didn’t seem to get to him. Unlike the weight that stuck to him and was clearly not going anywhere. How Viktor liked it, really. It was so dearly important to him, he needed to show that to Jayce.
He was currently sitting with Jayce on the couch, absentmindedly watching some movie on TV, though his attention was fully on Jayce, despite everything. He couldn’t stop looking at the way his body moved as he breathed, the way his belly became more prominently round as he took a larger breath. It was all so astonishing to Viktor that he couldn’t take his eyes off of Jayce. He didn’t even feel the need to.
“Hey, Jayce,” Viktor said to him quietly, a slight hint of mischief in his voice. There was something unspeakably hot about it, too, Jayce instantly noticed it, but waited patiently for Viktor to elaborate. “Don’t you think you’re looking… healthier now?” he asked, digging a finger into the soft flesh of Jayce’s tummy. And then his thighs got abused as well, as they were lovingly, deliciously spreading and taking more room on the couch than before. Everything was going according to plan.
“Healthier how?” asked Jayce, clearly oblivious to his new frame.
How Viktor would make him aware. For that, though, he needed Jayce’s full attention. Much to his dislike, Viktor turned off the TV and sat in Jayce’s lap, one hand holding his chin (now doubling in size in such an adorable way, truly…), so that Jayce would focus on him and him alone. He rubbed his finger over Jayce’s beard, loving the raw texture of it. Still, he was not there for it, despite the fact that it looked absolutely perfect with Jayce’s face.
“What are you doing?” Jayce questioned his actions, but didn’t move. Whether it was Viktor stopping him or his own weight, they didn’t know, but didn’t need to know exactly. It didn’t matter right now. “I was watching that!” he complained, stuffing his face with popcorn right after, as if to soothe his shattered nerves.
“Now you will be watching only me,” Viktor told him, lowering his voice until it sounded almost like a purr of a cat. So perfect for Jayce. He always knew what to do to make Jayce fold. It seemed he was successful today too. “Healthier as in… here.” Viktor pointed to Jayce’s belly. “And here.” He then moved his finger to Jayce’s softer jawline and fuller cheeks. “And here.” Ultimately he made his way to Jayce’s thighs, or the rest of them that was visible from under him. Whatever, his point stayed the same, anyway. “Don’t you think it looks beautiful?” Viktor asked, his voice even lower somehow, almost like a whisper hugging Jayce’s ear close. Viktor was inevitably getting aroused from all this, and he hoped that Jayce was, too.
“I still look the same, though?” Jayce sounded absolutely weirded out by Viktor’s comments, as if he did not notice his weight gain at all. It was quite prominent, though, so Viktor didn’t know how that would be possible. Still, Jayce looked at him, more confused than ever.
“Are you serious?” Viktor asked, shaking his head. That was all of the atmosphere he had built, it seemed. “Jayce, you’re fat now, can’t you see?” Viktor said it with so much fondness in his voice, yet the look on Jayce’s face indicated that he did not share the sentiment.
“I’m not fat,” Jayce argued, as if he had just been deathly insulted. He never thought being fat was something wrong or something to be ashamed of, but he was in denial and it was stronger than ever.
“Jayce,” Viktor said thickly, his voice stern and almost cold. “There is no need to deny it,” he added, shaking his head in clear disappointment. There go his plans. But he was sure he would be able to finish them some other day.
“I’m not denying anything,” Jayce said, like a lying liar who lies. It was even funny somehow, with the way his belly jiggled with every move. He thought he was being sly by growing out a beard to hide his double chin, but Viktor knew about it anyway and adored it so much, despite Jayce’s clear attempts at denying it.
“Whatever you say,” Viktor finally agreed with him, deciding that there was no point in trying to convince him if he was so deep in his denial. He would have to figure something out. But, for now, he chose to simply agree with Jayce and move on. There were other things to do, like plopping on top of Jayce and hugging him, Viktor’s hands on Jayce’s sides, feeling the love handles that spilled out of his pants, definitely too small for him right now.
Viktor was so turned on by Jayce’s current body. Of course he wanted to see him even fatter somehow, but for now it was clearly enough. He also needed Jayce to finally accept that he had gained weight so that they could work on it even more. That was Viktor’s current goal and he was going to pursue it no matter what it took.
Jayce was standing in the bedroom, trying to put his pants on. He was going to the gym, but dressing up kept him home for longer than he would have liked. His shirt was tight on him, though that did not quite make him realize anything. The pants, though, were a completely different story. He was huffing trying to put them on for minutes now, and yet they refused to go past his chunky thighs.
It took him some time to make the pants reach his waist, and yet now there was another problem he had to deal with. Jayce seemed to be too fat for these pants anymore, though his denial face was still there, as prominent as before. He tried zipping up the pants and he even managed, but when he put his hands away from the zipper and exhaled from tiredness, his belly expanded and ultimately pushed the zipper back down, making his whole work go to hell.
So he tried with the zipper and the button, hoping this would help. It worked, or so he thought, for a moment or two. But then he exhaled again, and the button popped undone under his stretched out belly. He looked in the mirror to see what was the problem, and then it hit him. He was never aware, but now it seemed like it was getting to him. He placed a hand on his belly and even shook it, watching it jiggle under his hand. And then he pulled it up and then down, watching it slowly slide down and rest poking out of his shirt. It was sticking out, too, and that was what hit him.
He was fat now, just like Viktor told him. And he didn’t mind that, surprisingly. He was always fit before, always working out every workday, but now he did only some occasional exercises, nothing too crazy. And it seemed like it was showing on his body. Though, he wasn’t mad at that, quite the opposite, rather. He was happy with where he was now, and it was all that mattered.
Then, someone entered the bedroom, the door creaking slightly at the movement of it. It was Viktor, of course, because who else? He approached Jayce with a sly smile on his face. Standing behind Jayce, he put his hands under his belly and jiggled it a little, laughing softly at how it was moving with every motion of his hands.
“Did you finally notice?” Viktor asked rather happily, cheerfulness in his tone clear like never before. He noticed just how Jayce was looking at himself and because of that he saw that Jayce was finally aware of the changes that happened in his body.
“Uh, yeah,” Jayce said, scoffing a little. It was one thing to admit it to himself, but a completely different one to show it in front of Viktor. He was almost ashamed of himself and wanted to hide. “Are you sure you like it?” he finally asked, and that was when it all became rather clear. He was simply insecure that because of the changes in his body Viktor would stop being attracted to him.
That made Viktor laugh. “Of course I like it,” he reassured, placing a soft hand on Jayce’s shoulder instead, to give him some comfort that he clearly needed. “Jayce, I have never been more attracted to you than I am now,” Viktor added quickly, pressing a kiss to Jayce’s shoulder. He wanted to reassure him as much as he could with his limited power, and it seemed to be working.
Jayce’s tense muscles slowly relaxed, and soon he was all soft and mushy against Viktor’s embrace. Viktor took him to bed and made him lay on it, and then immediately removed the annoying part of Jayce’s closet that were his pants. He then laid next to Jayce, a hand on his belly, totally absentmindedly. He kept doing that more and more often now, and he didn’t even realize it until it was pointed out. Though it rarely was, as Jayce seemed to either not care or not notice it. Either way, Viktor was glad he could keep doing what he was doing.
“How about you stay home instead?” Viktor ran his finger across Jayce’s chest, feeling the forming pecs there. How he loved them. Then he moved down to trace Jayce’s stretch marks that formed on his body when he rapidly gained weight in the last couple months. “There is no point in going to the gym today, is there? How about we make you feel good?” Viktor proposed, his voice sly and low, purring against Jayce’s ear.
Jayce shivered, looking right into Viktor’s smiling eyes. “Food?” he asked hopefully. “And you?” Those were the two things that he cared about now, food and Viktor. It made Viktor laugh every time, but he found it endearing at the same time. He couldn’t stop teasing Jayce about it, though.
“Yes, both of those,” Viktor said, chuckling a little at the excitement that Jayce provided. “I will make you feel so good. You just need to be a good boy for me.” He continued tracing the faint muscles on Jayce’s chest, slowly replaced by a soft layer of fat. He felt the warmth that radiated from Jayce’s whole body and he had to fight the urge to just lay on top of him and squash him with his body weight.
“I will,” Jayce choked out, his face bright red and flushing deeply. “I will, always,” he added, more confident this time. He loved when Viktor took initiative like that, when Viktor was a menace to society. In this case, society was simply Jayce alone. But still, that did not matter at all.
“Good,” Viktor purred right into Jayce’s ear, playing with a roll on his stomach. It was so endearing, really, to see him like that. To see him finally get cozy and comfortable, and let go. He was so tense for most of his life, it was good to see him become softer as he aged.
Viktor helped him up and took him to the kitchen, where there was food that he had prepared beforehand.
It was Progress Day in Piltover. And that meant something totally different for Viktor. He needed to bring a scale to the living room and do some measurements to call it progress. He didn’t care about the actual Progress Day. It was just sort of there for him, it might as well not have been there, and he wouldn’t notice the difference between the two.
So he brought the scale from the bathroom and presented it to Jayce, who was sitting on the couch, snacking on some pastries Viktor brought from the bakery in the morning.
Viktor went on the scale first, wanting to see his own progress. He also gained weight in those couple months, his body changed, thighs almost doubling in size, belly sticking out more and resting in his lap when he sat down, even without being full or anything, his chin full and doubled up as well. He needed to see how much he had gained.
And the number on the scale shook him to the core. He passed 220 pounds already. And it was a big step for him as he was always on the smaller side, and much shorter than Jayce was. So it was insanely good for him to weigh that much. The last time he had used the scale was when he weighed about 180 pounds, and that was already great for him. But now it was even better somehow. He needed to share that news with Jayce.
“Jayce,” he said, approaching him and taking away the pastries so that he could focus only on him.
“Hey, I was eating that!” Jayce protested, but when he saw Viktor without a shirt on close to him, the pastries stopped existing in his mind. There was only Viktor and nothing more. “What is it?” he chose to ask just to humor Viktor, who seemed so excited like never before. His smile was wide, showing off his slight dimples. He rarely smiled like that. It had to be something extremely important for him.
“I gained!” Viktor said, nodding along in clear happiness. He even took the scale and showed the number on it to Jayce, so that he could believe him more easily. Not that Viktor doubted him. Definitely not. He just wanted to show off, really.
“Oh my God, that’s so good, V!” Jayce made him put down the scale and pulled him into a big embrace, their bellies touching in the process. It felt so good to let go with your partner, much better than they ever thought possible. “You’re doing such a good job.” He cupped Viktor’s face with his hands after they were done hugging, and pressed a soft kiss right to his lips.
Viktor returned it, kissing him gently but intensely at the same time. The kiss lasted for so long that they couldn’t breathe anymore, forcing them to pull away. They were pleased with the amount of affection, though, so they weren’t complaining about the kiss ending.
“It’s your turn now,” Viktor announced, stepping back so that Jayce would have more room to stand up and approach the scale. “It’s Progress Day, Jayce, get on the scale,” he commanded, pressing a hand to his back and squeezing his love handles in the process.
Jayce did what he was told immediately, getting on the scale and waiting for it to measure everything. What it showed made him almost pass out. He wasn’t aware of just how big he was getting, and yet it did not bother him in the slightest. He wanted to see just how far he could push it, anyway. With the help of Viktor that would be easier and much more enjoyable than he had ever thought.
The scale showed almost 400 pounds. With his height it was not that much, but clearly showed on him. He loved that and he loved Viktor, and everything else. He was so full of love now.
“How would you rate that?” Jayce asked, trapping Viktor in a tight, almost bear-like embrace.
Viktor hummed, wondering for a moment. “It’s progress, I’d say,” he said quietly, laughing at the pun he had just made.
“Viktor!”