"Well walking in with you looking like that, I think we can wait another hour," Jane said, slapping the plump rump bulging out of her wife's thong, "dear God, you look better than when we got hitched!"
Miranda rolled her eyes and smiled, "I couldn't fit one leg into the wedding dress you flatterer, now hurry up!"
Miranda wasn't the twig she'd been when they got married. Her carefully designed genetics had given her a genius brain and a super model's body, but the same shapely genetics had also primed her to severe pregnancy weight gain with a much, much lower metabolism and a higher appetite after giving birth. Miranda had gotten big during each of her pregnancies, packing on a whopping hundred pounds during the first pregnancy. Losing that weight was hard, remarkably so, especially as caring and feeding her kids led the once svelte Miranda to snack heavily and eat out of boredom. But she'd pressed on, exercising hard and getting down to within twenty pounds of her old weight...
And then she and Shepard had decided to get pregnant again and she'd packed on another hundred pounds!
But Miranda wasn't one to quit. While her metabolism was too slow and her appetite, and proclivity for baking, too high to cut calories, she stubbornly jogged and yoga'd her way back to beneath 200lbs, yo-yoing between 160 and 190lbs. Her tall frame carried it well though (yes, she was still rather heavy even at her thinnest and right now her weight was on the upswing from stress eating plumping her up to 194lbs) but the main thought Shepard had looking at her was "curvy" rather than fat.
Miranda's legs were thick rather than slim, but they were still shapely and obviously strong despite her thigh gap being long dead. Her hips had gotten big, she had some serious spread across her now 52' lower measurements and couldn't easily fit into commercial seats on shuttle flights, her genetics apparently tended towards the pear shape. There was muscle under it still but the raven haired beauty's basketball sized buns jiggled noticeably when Shepard slapped her butt. She had some cellulite but not much and surprisingly few stretch marks, a fair trade for swaying when she walked
"Why would I want to see you in a dress when I can see you like this?" Shepard asked with a chuckle, "seriously though Miri, look like that every morning and I'll up whenever you want me too!"
"Will you stop trying to seduce me and get in the shower, Jane?" Miranda said, her tone exasperated but her smile showing she liked the compliments.
"Do you want to come with me?" Jane asked, running her hands up Miranda's hips, sides and back, touching that spot on her back that made her smile.
Miri wasp waist was long gone, her abs having vanished for twenty years without a trace. When she was really watching what she was eating and exercising hard she could get it down to 29 inches, but she'd been snacking and slacking, so now she was at a 32. She had some minor love handles and stomach fluff, but most of the bulk was in a matronly fupa that turned any pair of pants into mom jeans.
"Hmmmm, no, you know how long it takes my hair to dry," Miranda said, gesturing at her thick and still damp hair, "and I've got to put on make up to look presentable."
"Miri, you don't look a day over 26," Jane told her, kissing her soft back and cupping her generous breasts.
It was true that Miranda still looked to be in her mid twenties, her miraculous genetics hadn't kept her thin but they had halved her aging. But most of Shepard's attention was bit lower. The pertness of Miranda's bosom had remained, despite nursing four babies and growing four cup sizes. Okay, she wasn't as perky as she was at a DD, but for G cups the milfs massive rack was quite firm, sagging just enough to fail the pencil test but no more. Her eyes crossed and her mouth hung open as Shepard touched the sensitive, bulging mounds, Miranda groaning in frustrated pleasure.
"Fuuuuccckkkk," Miranda groaned, drool coming from her mouth as Shepard's left hand began stroking the plump, super sensitive mound of her pussy, the ex soldier's thumb on her clit, "alright, maybe if we just...wait...what's that pressing into my butt?"
Miranda had been overweight for twenty years, the only time she wasn't was the year she'd spent medically obese slowly shedding the weight from her second set of twins. While still rather vain, she'd long accepted that she was unlikely to ever get back into her old size 4 cat suits unless she engaged in the sort of dietary restrictions her overindulged appetite would balk at. She dressed for her size, she tried to eat right and exercise every day and still got plenty of looks whenever she went anywhere, but there wasn't any denying Miranda was a big girl. Her daughters hadn't ever seen her as anything but plus size and barely believed that Miranda had once been the same size as their aunt, famous fashion model Oriana.
Shepard on the other hand?
For the past twenty years, the first human specter had remained on the active roster of the Alliance military. Jane had been a vanguard, an ass kicking hard charging combat biotic specializing in close range combat. She'd always been a very tall woman and save for her difficult recovery after the war, and the two years spent legally dead as Miranda resurrected her, she'd always been incredibly ripped with bulging biceps and a steely eight pack. Part of that had been pure effort on her part and the immense amount of implants used to bring her back from the dead, but part of it had been special forces grade nanites that kept her metabolism perked up even as she hit fifty.
"Shepard is that...," Miranda said, looking at her underwear and t-shirt clad wife and more importantly what was between her t-shirt and underwear, "you've got a belly!"
"I uh, do not," the best diplomat in the galaxy denied.
"Yes you do, look at this!" Miranda said, eyes widening as she pinched the fat roll over her wife's abs.
Legally, Shepard had to give up those nanites when she retired into full time diplomacy work six months earlier. And while the diplomat grade nanites she had in her veins now, combined with the cerberus implants that were still cutting edge twenty years later, were keeping her looking mid thirties at worst, the redhead was no longer free from the consequences of eating big to lift big. Especially as she hadn't lifted at all recently...
"It's not that bad...," Shepard whined as Miranda kneaded the plushness failing to find any of the firm muscle.
"Not that bad?" Miranda replied, pinching nascent love handles, "Not that bad? Jane love, its..."
The redhead had been on an extensive diplomatic mission to new Thessia for the past few months, while Miranda had been at home watching over their two youngest, seniors in high school, arriving home only the day before. Stress eating from the separation explained why the brunette was now having to suck in to get into her fat clothes, and Miranda over serving herself due to only cooking for 3 instead of 6, but she was genuinely surprised that Shepard was now rocking a gut.
"Absolutely wonderful! You now how annoying it was for years being the fat mom? The heavy set one, the one you and our daughters had to wait for on hikes? The one who had to cut portions while you ate like a pig? Whenever we were by a pool people would gawk that someone as ripped as you was with a chunker like me?" Miranda giggled, "Now you'll know what its like to need to wear a one piece instead of a bikini and have fat days and problem areas...besides, it looks cute on you!"
Shepard glared at her.
"Oh come on, you've been getting your chubby chasing rockets off on me being a fatty for twenty years," Miranda said, "you get a little beer belly and I can't get aroused? Besides, your arms and legs are mostly the same...a little less cut but still slim. You can still fit into your skinny clothes at least."
Shepard blushed, "I'm just...guess I over did it. I stayed with Liara and she's pregnant again, Javik keeps her stuffed around the clock and it rubbed off."
Miranda laughed, "please, you were always a glutton, now it just shows. So, get in the shower while I finish getting ready, after all we have to be..."
Dropping our youngest off at college: the pair's youngest twins, gamer nerd Sam and goth Alice, are heading to college.
at the space port for our cruise: the family is going on a cruise, one where shepard and miri are about to burst their swimsuits at the start!
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