The golden hues of the late afternoon sun filtered through the bedroom curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. Orihime stood in front of the full-length mirror, brushing her long, burnt-orange hair. The soft light reflected off her curvier figure — the result of all the sweets and home-cooked meals she'd been indulging in over the years.

Her sweater stretched snugly across her noticeably larger chest, and her black leggings clung to her thicker, juicier thighs and wider hips. The once subtle curve of her rear had blossomed into something far... plumper — soft, round, and irresistibly full.

You were sitting on the edge of the bed, watching her quietly — completely mesmerized by how effortlessly beautiful she'd become. Four years of marriage, and somehow Orihime only got hotter with time.

Orihime caught your gaze in the mirror, her cheeks flushing pink. She fidgeted with the hem of her sweater, casting shy glances over her shoulder.

"U-Um... do you think... my butt's gotten... too fat?" she asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

You blinked, caught off guard by the question — especially with how adorably shy she sounded, even after all this time.

Her face turned bright red, her brown eyes darting away. She squeezed her thick thighs together, squirming slightly under your touch.

"But... it's a lot bigger now... and my thighs too... and my... um..." Her voice trailed off, eyes flicking toward her own massive chest, which was practically straining against her sweater. Her stomach however was still slender and skinny.

Your heart skipped a beat, heat rising between you as Orihime's bashful, needy gaze flicked up at you through her long lashes — still as shy and sweet as she was when you first married her.

Four years of marriage... and she still made your heart race like the first day.