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After trying, unsuccessfully, to squeeze back into his old NASA jumpsuit – and breaking off the zipper – Gordo gets a new, bigger jumpsuit that fits him well. He tells you he's going to get rid of the old jumpsuit, but as he removes the garment bag from your shared closet, you gently take it from him.
He gives you a questioning look as you take it back to the closet. "What are you doing?" he asks curiously.
You smile and tuck the garment bag back into the closet. "Saving it for a rainy day."
"Babe, I don't think I'm going to fit back into that anytime soon."
"No," you agree with a smirk. "I don't think so either."
But he agrees to keep the old one just to humor you, and you even fix the zipper for him. At first, he thinks that you think he's going to fit back into it someday, but that's not your plan at all.
A couple months pass since he last tried on the jumpsuit, and you can see very clearly that he has not lost any weight at all. His belly is just as round, his backside just as meaty, his arms as thick and soft, and his double chin just as fleshy. But one night before bed, you have him try on the jumpsuit. He tells you it's not going to fit, and you tell him that you want to see for yourself.
So, he humors you, getting out the garment bag and removing the jumpsuit. He steps into the legs, pulling the suit up over his backside. Your view of him is from the side, and you can see that the fabric is snug and hugs his thighs and backside closely. You wonder if the jumpsuit will split if he bends over too quickly.
He pulls up the rest of the jumpsuit and works his arms into the sleeves. He turns to face you, putting his arms out to his sides slightly as though to ask what you think.
The legs of the jumpsuit are tight. His soft, strong biceps fill out the sleeves. And the front of the suit gapes open around his prominent gut.
You walk over to him and put a hand to his protruding tummy and give it a few gentle pats.
"This isn't going to zip," he says.
"Let's see," you say.
Then, you take hold of the zipper. You pinch the fabric of the suit beneath the zipper and try to work it up. The zipper moves slowly, millimeter by millimeter.
You don't ask him to, but he sucks in his belly. The zipper slides a little more easily, moving up a couple of inches. But then the zipper reaches the lower part of his belly. Even sucked in, his belly swells out a little bit. The zipper stops. You struggle to get it moving again, but it won't budge.
"I can't suck it in any more than this," he says, his voice straining a bit. He's holding his breath.
"Just a little bit," you encourage him, playfully pinching the softness beneath his navel.
He inhales, his middle ballooning out and causing the jumpsuit to gape open more widely. Then, he exhales heavily, his tummy shrinking as he does so. You work the zipper again, moving it up another inch. But it's tight, and you know that if you let go, the zipper will slide down on its own.
"Babe," he says, still struggling to keep his belly sucked in. "It isn't going to zip."
"No," you agree, "it's not." But you hold the zipper in place, waiting until Gordo can't hold his belly in any longer. He sucks in a breath, and you watch his belly balloon again, his white undershirt stretching around his swollen middle. You let go of the zipper and watch as the teeth come apart and the zipper pull slides down with the help of Gordo's expanding gut.
"It's just as tight as it was the last time," he says, and you can hear a tinge of disappointment in his voice.
"Mm-hmm," you utter. You flatten your hand against his belly, feeling the soft, doughy flesh beneath your palm, separated by only the thin fabric of his undershirt. Then, you look up at him, smiling playfully. "Just the way I like it."
"Really?" Gordo asks, looking at you uncertainly.
"Yes," you say softly, giving his tummy a gentle squeeze.
"I thought you wanted me to lose a little weight."
"Why would you think that?"
"Because you had me keep this suit. I thought you were hoping I'd fit into it again."
You shake your head, explaining to him that you had him keep the jumpsuit because you love that he can't fit into it any longer. You love seeing how snug it is on his butt and thighs and arms. You love seeing the struggle of trying, unsuccessfully, to zip it up. You love seeing the way his belly balloons when he gives up on sucking in his gut. And you love knowing that he is just as soft and cuddly as he was the last time he tried on the suit.
"Soft and cuddly, huh?" he asks, a small smile playing on his lips.
"My own life-size teddy bear," you say affectionately, slipping both hands into the gaping jumpsuit, gently caressing the sides of his belly.
He grins, and you can tell that he gets it now. He understands that you love his body soft and warm and snuggly. He gets that you don't want him to lose weight at all and that you love his body exactly as it is.
He leans in and kisses you softly on the lips. Then, he plants gentle kisses all along your jaw.
"Get me out of this thing," he finally whispers next to your ear.
You give his tummy a few gentle, playful pats and pinches. You have half a mind to make him extricate himself on his own because you want to see him struggle to peel the too-small jumpsuit from his hefty body. But you can't wait. You want him out of that jumpsuit as soon as possible. So, you help him, delighting in the way he wriggles as you help free him from the suit.
When he's out and standing in just a white t-shirt and underwear, you crawl onto the bed. He sets the jumpsuit and garment bag aside, joining you in bed.
After you've finished together, you roll onto your side, gently rubbing your hand over his soft, fleshy tummy.
"What would you like to do with the jumpsuit?" you ask him.
A playful grin forms on his face. "Let's put it back in the closet."
You smile, glad that he is willing to go along with it now. Glad that he understands just how much you love it.