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You looked back to see Jason standing in front of the mirror, a blank look on his face. “I…just brought these pants.” He whispered. It had been a year since you and Jason had gotten married. He moved out of the manor, brought a house, got you pregnant. Boom, you both were happy. But, Jason knew that during pregnancy, you would gain more pounds from the baby, but for him to gain more!? Jason, at average, was a good 150-190 pounds, and now that he stood on the scale, a look of shock etched into his features, he was 230! How could this happen?! Jason always worked out and made sure to bend his diet here and there, but this was a new low and high!

You stood beside him, staring at the numbers on the scale. “230…that isn’t so bad—“ But you were cut off by Jason angrily stomping on the scale and kicking it away. “That thing is a lie. I know I haven’t gained weight. I always work out! I fight criminals for a living!” He protested, head in his hands as he sat on the toilet seat. What was he going to do now? The proof was in the pudding. His pants had ripped, and the scale told him everything he needed to know. “Jay, it isn’t that bad, really! It’s just a few more pounds, it isn’t like you’ve become a balloon.” You tried to reassure him, but all he did was give you a glare. “You’re one to talk. You gained weight and you’re glowing.” He huffed and stood, in denial that he truly did gain weight. Maybe it was just his mind playing tricks with him.

Jason left the bathroom and dug in the closet, tossing clothes back, and also managing to nearly drown you in a pile of his shirts and boxers. “There’s gotta be something in here I can fit—I mean, wear…” Jason murmured, snatching out a pair of regular jeans and slipping them on. Just as Jason stood triumphantly, the zipper popped off and hit you in the eye. “Oh!” You exclaimed and clutched your eye, to which Jason quickly came to your aid. “I—okay, maybe I have gotten more…thicker.” He said and blew your eye. “Jason, we need to buy you new pants. I can’t risk getting my own popped out before I give birth.” You angrily said and fanned at your watery eye. You were right. There was no point in denying it anymore. Jason had to get new clothes.

“Fine. I guess we’re going pants shopping.” Jason murmured and got the car keys. Once he helped you into the passenger seat, then got in himself, Jason drove to Walmart, parked, helped you out, and walked in. He looked around the crowded store, already feeling anxious and self conscious. It felt like everyone that walked by with their baskets were staring at him and judging him! “Do I really…” He trailed off when he saw you already waddling to the men’s clothing section. Yes, he did. Sigh, Jason followed behind you and watched you pick up pants after pants after pants. “Just get a large.” Jason said nonchalantly, folding his arms. You looked up at him and eyed him then shook your head. “Extra large.” That made Jason almost deflate. With a stuttering scoff, he marched to you and pointed an accusing finger. “I do not need a size larger than what I wear!”

With an unfazed sigh, you tossed him two pairs of extra large pants and forced him to go try them on. Jason growled and reluctantly went into the dressing room. Inside, Jason couldn’t believe his damn eyes. The extra large fit perfectly. They were snug and didn’t squeeze him too tight! No, this couldn’t be. The real test had come. Jason did a deep squat, bracing himself, but when there was nothing but silence, everything was confirmed! Jason slowly left the dressing room to show you the pants. With a smile, you nodded and got him a few more pairs. “Great, they fit.” You said and walked to the self check out. “And…there.” You smiled and handed him the bag of pants. Jason grumbled and shook his head. Extra fucking large? It had to be a joke! If Jason needed a size larger than what he wears, then he definitely did gain weight! It had to be a dream, a sick, cruel fever dream!