Jack had just come back from a fast-food joint. Carrying a bag filled with Sarge’s favorite burgers, Jack opened the door. He smiled as he saw Sarge resting on the couch, staring at the ring on his finger. It had only been last night that Jack had proposed. He took Sarge to his favorite fast-food joint and placed the ring on the tray with Sarge’s order. He had written in ketchup, “Will you marry me, Sarge?” onto the tray. Sarge didn’t hesitate in saying yes.

“How’re you feeling, big guy?” Jack asked as he came into the apartment, dropping the bag on the table. “Still getting used to not needing a job?”

“My mind’s… filled with a lot right now,” Sarge remarked, resting a hand on his belly. Jack noticed the gut sagging heavily in Sarge’s lap. The werewolf’s cheeks jostled slightly as he tilted his head toward Jack. “I… thought I’d pick up the gym again… since I have more free time and all. You sure you don’t need my help, sweet bun? I could get a job or somethin’!”

“Not at all, honey!” Jack smiled as he planted a kiss on the werewolf’s head. “You’ll be a house-husband soon! All I ask is you still be willing to go on dates with me! Surprised you’ve only wanted to get so many burgers from fast food joints recently!”

Sarge smiled as he looked back down at his ring. “Happen to be my favorite. Ever since we started dating steady two years ago, I found those fast food places to be the time I had the most fun with you.”

Jack sat down and opened the bag, grabbing a burger for himself. He then handed the bag to Sarge, who immediately began to eat the remaining burgers inside. “And you wanna go to the gym now, Sugar? Why the sudden desire to go?”

Sarge stayed silent as he seemed to formulate the words in his mind. When he finished his ninth burger, he grunted as he tried to get up, seeming to not notice his belly getting in the way of this endeavor. “Is it… normal to get so winded by going up a flight of steps, Sweet Bun?”

Jack felt his heart flutter. A single flight of steps was making his fiancé lose his breath? Jack remembered back to when he first met Sarge. The man was such a fitness buff, Jack didn’t think he’d ever get this far… but somehow, it had worked.


Standing up as well, Jack smiled. He looked down at the bag of food and grabbed the last burger from inside. He then hugged around Sarge’s back, letting one of his hands heft up the werewolf’s belly while the other hand held the burger in front of Sarge for Sarge to eat. “I’m sure it’s nothing to worry about, Honey. You’ve not eaten in four hours, so you were probably just hungry!”

Sarge started to sniff the burger in front of him. Jack could feel the werewolf’s tail begin to wag.

“I’m sure a tenth burger will get you feeling better in no time, big guy!” Jack lifted Sarge’s belly again, letting its soft, squishiness envelop his hand. It was warm… and admittedly a bit sweaty. Jack knew that Sarge had probably just had a rough workout – of climbing a set of stairs. It was perfectly normal for Sarge to get winded by this exercise. Though, Jack was curious to see if Sarge would truly get back into exercising. He hadn’t done so in over a year.

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Part 1: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/40877550/
Part 2: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/40877590/
Part 3: [You are here!]
Part 4: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/40877672/
Epilogue: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/41166676/

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This is a YCH commission for  bananacreamApe and is the "weight over time" part of my bigger belly project!

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