KS: Hisao and Lilly's Married Life Ch 2 (Revamped)

“Hisao?”

The voice floated down to the man that was caught in the deep depths of sleep. Five more minutes, he tried to say.
It came out sounding like “Bbllarrr.”

“Hisao, wake up. Please.” The voice whispered again. He felt his hair shift with the soft touch of a hand stroking his head, and he finally opened his eyes and felt himself stir.

Two large empty blue eyes stared into his from inches away. They reminded him of the ocean nearby, and for a moment he thought he could hear the sounds of waves crashing on the shore.

“There you are, sweetheart.” Lilly cooed. “Your breathing sounded off. Are you feeling well?”

He blinked a few times and snuffled. “Yeah,” he said, his throat scratchy. “I’m fine.”

Lilly perked her lips in a pout, stroking his face. “You fell asleep on the couch last night. I think you were still grading papers.”

Hisao looked around him. She was right, there were scattered pages on the couch where he’d dozed off. A few hand new creases from him laying on them, and one had a large spot of drool.

“Aw man.” He complained. Then he looked over towards the window, the sun was just rising. “Hey, what are you doing up?” He asked.

Lilly hummed at him with a smile. “Oh, I just felt like checking on you.”

“My alarm woke you up, didn’t it?” He replied flatly.

She pouted. “It was the second one that did it…” She admitted before holding out Hisao’s cellphone. “I sort of tapped all around it, so I’m unsure if it’s silenced or off.”

As if on cue, Hisao’s secondary alarm, the one that was labeled ‘stop being a lazy ass,’ began to blare the song labeled ‘Marzipan Meadows.’

“I’ll never understand why you chose such loud music for an alarm.” Lilly complained, dropping the phone onto Hisao’s lap. "It's very disruptive. I can't imagine how hectic the video game you pulled this from must have been."

He raised an eyebrow at her. “That’s kinda the point. It means I’m about to not have time for my morning run.” He replied.

She put her hands on her hips and smiled challengingly, but Hisao noticed something in the motion that distracted him. Her pajama pants looked tight on her. Like, very tight. When Lilly bought her hands up, they brushed against her hips before settling against them, and the fabric obviously looked strained.

He ran through the past month in his head. They’d taken up the cooking class around then, and since then Hisao had very rarely come home to a house that smelled of anything but homecooked meals. Lilly had indulged in the class with enthusiasm he’d not pictured in her for anything outside of reading and teaching, but then he supposed that cooking itself stroked both of those enjoyments. Her collection of books had added four books specifically cooking with a multitude of recipes, and she was always making new things. Which meant a lot of sampling too.

It had become a familiar scene to Hisao, to come home to her bustling about in the kitchen and to inform him with a wide smile what dish or treat she was cooking up tonight. He’d seen her licking melted chocolate from a mixer more than once now… and after all, that baking had to end up somewhere, and it wasn’t as leftovers.

“Are you sure you’re alright?” Lilly asked. “Hisao.” She called.

He blinked and tore his eyes away from her hips. “Huh? What? Sorry.”

Lilly’s face was filled with concern. “You haven’t been working too hard, have you?”
Hisao stood up and took her hand. “Honey. Sweetie. I always work too hard.”

She laughed at that, which made him smile. “Go on, my hard worker. Go get ready. You’ve been running every morning for four years, you won’t break your streak today.”

He hugged her, and he found his hands roaming around her middle. He felt his fingers squeeze her sides and pull her tighter to him. They sunk into soft flesh, and Lilly happily hummed as she placed her head into the crook of her neck. It was then that Hisao realized the damndest thing. He didn’t want to let go.

He wanted more, in fact. He wanted to let his finger roam over Lilly’s body, to squeeze and touch the familiar body against him, and he felt something else he hadn’t felt in a while. Pure, animalistic, desire.

With an effort of will, he tore himself away from the embrace, leaned into her, kissed her cheek, and hurried off with a rushed “Goodbye!”

Hisao stopped at the door on the way out, scooping up a duffel bag and slipping into running shoes before bolting out the door and down the stairs. He hit the exit door a bit harder than he needed, and noisily hurried past the sleeping desk security guard. The guard didn’t stir.

He entered the main street at a run, and forced his mind to focus on breathing as he made his way towards school. One foot in front of the other, in and out, that’s what he forced his focus on until he reached the school. It wasn’t far from their apartment, but today Hisao felt it was far too close.

When he entered the school’s locker room to stow his gear, his mind wandered back to his earlier arousal. This, of course, made him then remember what had caused that arousal. Which then caused him arousal, in a vicious cycle. He stopped by the sink and splashed water on his face before heading outside, and then stopped to look at himself. He hadn’t shaven this morning, but for Hisao that’d never been a real issue. Instead he looked more at his body.

In the aftermath of his first heart attack, Hisao had been handed a death sentence by a doctor. It hadn’t sounded like one, but it sure as hell felt like one. Arrhythmia. A foreign word, a gross one, one that left you with a bitter taste in your mouth.

At least, it used to.

For a while, Hisao did nothing about his condition. Take the pills and hope to not die was sort of his moto for a while there. That was, of course, before Lilly caught wind of things. A memory played in his mind, one from so long ago, of him sitting in a hospital gown receiving a checkup for physical therapy after a sever attack during an airport rundown. Lilly had insisted on accompanying him, and he’d allowed her. When the doctor asked how his workout routine, he’d replied as he usually did. “Oh, I’ve been doing some light exercises. Some walking, I’ve enjoyed walking.” He said, and looked to Lilly for reassurance.

The boy had found none. Lilly’s eyes had gone wide, the blue eyes didn’t look like the ocean then. Well, they did… If the world were covered in frost. In a quiet tone that carried the cold of her eyes, she’d asked the doctor to leave them for a few moments. He’d hurriedly nodded his head, fussing about with his papers and exiting the office.

Lilly had stood up and walked over to Hisao.

And then she began to cry. Her eyes streamed with fierce tears that sent his mind reeling harder than any assault could, and she threw herself against him before she began bawling her eyes out into his gown.

And that’s when he made her a promise. Not again. Never again. He would not allow his life to be driven by this disease, but would drive it himself.

When he started running, it was sort of like a chore. Something he loathed doing. He hated waking up early, hated losing the extra hour of sleep just to run around a stupid track while he was attending the university. He could be spending that extra hour doing something useful. Like sleeping. And he’d leave the track feeling bitter and angry and it would all evaporate when he’d be greeted by the smiling face of Lilly Satou carrying a hot mug of coffee for him to sip on as she walked him back to his dorm room.

And now, she was Lilly Nakai.

And now, she was his wife.

… and now she was getting fat.

Hisao smacked his head and shook it rapidly before glancing back at the mirror where he’d been lost in thought and then starting back into his run. One final thought snuck through though before he could occupy his mind with motion.

And he was pretty sure he was enjoying it.

He ran down the school’s hill at a run and through the small open gate that separated the stands from the track. By the time he hit the familiar first turn, Hisao was running nearly full speed. He felt his mind slip into the rhythm, step step step step, and everything else became so much background noise as he simply ran around the track.

He completed the circuit a full 4 times, slowing slightly after the first lap. Once he crossed the line, he began to slow down and looked down at his watch. He still had a little time, his rushed morning had provided him with more than he needed for a shower and to change. He’d been contemplating what to do when the sound of clapping made him jump. On the bleachers sat a large man with a full brown beard, something that had always impressed the facial hair adelid Hisao. The man wore a red and blue track suit that was open to show a white t-shirt beneath with the school’s logo.

Yuki Yamada, the school’s gym teacher, stood from where he sat with an encouraging grin. He waved to Hisao, biding him over. Hisao returned the wave and grin as he walked to the smiling man.

“Making the ticker thump away early today, eh?” Yuki asked. He knew about Hisao’s condition, as well as about Lilly’s blindness. It was one of the reasons that he seemed to take interest in the pair of new teachers, as his own wife had recently been suffering from eyesight issues for the past few years. Lilly had taught her braille, and Yamada had declared themselves in the Nakais’ debt.

“You know I’m out here every morning.” Hisao said with a laugh.

“I do.” Yamada replied and flashed a grin. “It’s why I dragged my own sorry ass out of bed so early. I wanted to tell you something.” He took a water bottle from the ground nearby and tossed it to Hisao.

Hisao looked at him shrewdly. “Are you about to ask me for money?”

Yamada’s laughed echoed around the empty track. “Hey, I’m a generous guy.” He winked. “Actually, what I’m doing here so early is we’re installing some new equipment in the gym. Weight lifting benches, some self-spotters, quad machines. A lot of new junk.”

“That sounds expensive…” Hisao said.

“You’re telling me. Hoshimoto is all over the gymnasium telling people to be careful installing it. I wanted some air to try and get rid of the headache she’s giving me.”

“For a school that doesn’t have enough money to fill the science head opening, we sure spend a lot.” Hisao grumbled.

Yuki gave him an empathetic smile. “Still no word, eh? On the position?”

A recent opening had come up for leader of the science department. The old head had retired last year, and Principal Hoshimoto had yet to pick a successor when the teacher who was set to fill the position had become ill and left the school. Now the empty position hung just outside of Hisao’s grasp, with promises of better pay, more respect, and the ability to actually teach a damn science class.

He shook his head feeling bitter. “I know I can do it, but instead they have an old substitute teaching the abandoned course and I’m left having to explain why fitness is important because I’m ‘inexperienced.’” He spat the last word.

“Without being able to show why, I know Hisao.” Yamada nodded his head to the speech he’d heard a dozen times. “The only time half these kids will listen to anything about health is when they’re already working out. Which, really, makes my job easier.” He flashed Hisao a grin. Hisao kicked the ground, feeling pent up. “Hey,” Yamada continued, “why don’t you come to the gym after classes. Help me break some of these new machines in?”
Hisao shrugged. “I don’t know man.”

“I could print out a picture of Hoshimoto and put it on the punching bag for you.” Yuki offered.

That got a laugh out of Hisao. He raised his hands over his head and felt a sigh work its way out. “Is it a punching bag, or one of those things that hang from the ceiling?”

“A speedbag? I could play Rocky if you want too.”

Hisao shrugged. “Sure, I like listening to music while working out.”

Yuki stared at him, and then sighed resigned. “Just come by after classes. Maybe we’ll bulk you up even further.”

Hisao blinked at the and looked down at himself. “Bulk? I’m not bulky.”

“You’re not a string bean anymore either.” Yuki replied, reaching over the fence and patting Hisao’s chest. “You must have noticed, and you’re not the only one you’re close to that’s had a little change lately.”

He gave Hisao a warm pat on the arm and nodded his head towards the gate. It took Hisao a moment to start up after him. “Excuse me?” He asked.

Yamada looked over his shoulder at Hisao with a knowing grin. “It’s my job to notice, Hisao. Hell, when you two are having lunch I can feel myself salivating, it’s no surprise you’ve both put on a bit of weight. But you work out, and I’m gonna go ahead and guess your Lilly works out as much as my Meio.” He referred to his wife.

“Careful.” Hisao warned.

Yamada’s eyes raised in surprise. “You think…?” Then he let out another large laugh. “I’m not insulting her, or yourself for that matter. If anything, I’m complimenting you.”

Hisao squinted. “How is that a compliment?”

Yamada’s mouth tugged up at the corner. “A happy wife is a happy life. And Mrs. Nakai,” he said, emphasizing the Mrs., “has very obviously been happy lately. You don’t start bringing homecooked lunches to work if you guys are going through a rough patch. You do that when you’ve hit your stride as a couple. I bet she’s making breakfast right now, hoping that you walk through that door any second.”

“How could you possibly know that?” Hisao asked.

Yuki put his arms out and shrugged. “I’m married. Go and see for yourself. You’ve got some time left before school starts.”

Hisao looked back to his watch, then to Yuki. He felt a little more unsure now.

“If nothing else, don’t you think she’d like her husband to walk her to work?”

Hisao hesitated for a moment, and then nodded his head. “Fine, but just… I don’t know. Don’t say anything to her. I don’t know if even she’s noticed it yet.”

Yuki raised his hand. “Hisao, I told you. I’m married.” And then he laughed and waved Hisao through the gate. Hisao hurried past and up to the school locker room, taking a quick shower and getting ready in his teacher’s outfit.

When he tried to button the brown jacket, he noticed the buttons on his chest seemed strained. He looked down at them, feeling annoyed, and then looked at his reflection in the mirror. He unbuttoned his jacket. He wore a black dress shirt with black-tie underneath and with the brown jacket open he looked… fit. More fit than he had in years, that was sure. He placed a hand to his chest, feeling the muscles tight beneath his shirt. As he admired himself, he felt his hand slide into his jacket pocket, and a faint sense of familiarity tugged at his mind. He eyed his reflection with one brow raised and froze.

“Aw, man…”
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Having only done a mile run, Hisao had plenty of time to return home. He wondered if Lilly had indeed gotten ready yet. The sun had risen in full now, and they’d need to leave within the half hour to make it on time.

He walked to the stairwell without even glancing at the elevators and, before long, reached his apartment. The soft scent of warm cinnamon came floating out from beneath the door.

“Stupid Yamada…” Hisao grumbled as he opened the door.

The tantalizing smell filled his senses, and he felt himself being guided from the front door to the kitchen by the nose. He looked inside to see a rounded tin filled with cinnamon rolls. They were still fresh, the frosting dripping from the melting heat and into the pan. A few were left, but at least half of the pan was missing. Given the number of nearby crumbs, Hisao felt he could accurately interpret where the suspect had made them disappear into…

He licked his lips looking at the pan before shrugging and dipping a hand into the tray. The soft dough responded with warmth to his touch, and melded between his fingers as he detached it from the others. He raised it to his nose and inhaled before letting out a content sigh. He opened his mouth and took a large bite of the roll.

Hisao squeezed his eyes shut, simply letting the taste flow through his mouth contently. He swallowed and felt the warmth of the bun slid down his throat. The rest of the treat went much quicker, but with no less enjoyment. The frosting stuck to his fingers, and he sucked it off one by one.

“God.” He whispered, “No wonder you’ve been gaining weight.”

“Hisao?” Lilly called from the other room. “Is that you?”

He froze, reprimanding himself for half a second before responding. “Yeah Lilly, I finished my work out early.”

“Oh, that’s wonderful to hear! Would you mind giving me a… ugh!” She let out a soft noise of discomfort and Hisao heard a heavy sound as if something had fallen.

“Lilly!?” Hisao called, and had moved from the kitchen to the bedroom’s hallway as quick as a flash.

“I can’t… mmf!” She said followed by another thud. Hisao turned into the doorframe and nearly smacked into the other wall when he saw his shirtless wife hop a couple of inches off the ground, tugging harshly on her black dress pants, and landing heavily. A small little lip of bouncing belly fat blocked her button from finding purchase, and the fabric was visibly tight on her smooth curvy hips. She sighed, and her belly pushed out a few extra inches, and Hisao felt himself gawking at it.

Lilly made a disgusted noise. “My pants aren’t fitting. I must have messed up the laundry again. Curse that infernal machine.” She pushed the pants down and her hips flared out farther to the sides, finally freed of the tight fabric, and Hisao noticed with extreme awareness as the woman’s thighs rubbed against one another when she danced out of her pants. “Hisao?” Lilly asked. “Can you help me get dressed? This is the third pair of pants I’ve tried on and I’d like to finish breakfast.”

Just when Hisao felt his mouth start to close, he watched Lilly turn back to the dresser and bend over. Tight had stopped being a good way to describe her panties ten pounds ago. Now… they wedged between her buttocks and dug deep into her crack with the effect of a thong, making her ass look that much bigger. Lilly stopped digging for a moment before standing up, her lips perked in questioning.

“Hisao?” She asked.

He tried to scoop his tongue off the floor when he noticed the slight bit of arm fat poking around her bra. “U-uh.” He coughed, clearing his throat. “Yeah?”

Lilly tilted her head before a little bit of pink touched on her cheeks. “Oh my, I must be quite the sight right now. You’re staring, aren’t you?” She asked.

Hisao coughed again. “Nope.”

Lilly’s eyes dropped suspiciously. “You are.” She said firmly.

“Am not.” He replied.

“Then I suppose it wouldn’t bother you in the slightest if I were to do this.” She turned, sticking one hand behind her back, and began to unclasp her bra.

“Wait wait wait wait wait, alright fine.” Hisao said. He laughed as he came closer. “I was staring. Though I suppose gaping to be a better word.”

Lilly’s smile quickly replaced her challenging look, and the twinge of pink returned to her cheeks. “You know, I can hardly take that as an insult. I love how you look at me. It’s been quite some time since… well…”

She held a hand out for him and Hisao took it. Her long fingers danced around his and up his arm to his chest. Then she bit her lip. “Oh my, I didn’t shrink your clothing as well, did I?” She questioned. Then her brow knit. “Wait… Your chest seems...”

Hisao stood blushing as his wife stuck out her other hand and began touching his chest calculatingly. “H-hey.” He said.

“My my, what have you done with my husband?” She asked. “I can hardly feel your ribs anymore.”

“How is everybody noticing things before I do?” Hisao asked, embarrassed.

Lilly reached down and took his hands in her, beaming at him. “It’s the cooking, isn’t it?” She asked.

Hisao didn’t respond right away, and Lilly pulled his arms to her hips, kissing him lightly on the cheek and then the lips. “I guess.” He said. “It’s… different. I haven’t ate three meals a day since I was a child.”

“Eaten,” Lilly corrected, swaying happily up onto her tiptoes and then back down, making her chest sway up and down with her. Hisao fought to suppress several urges. “And now you’ve eaten breakfast.” She said. “I can taste it on your mouth.”

“I can see you enjoyed it too from yours.” He replied with a laugh. Light flecks of frosting were stuck to her lips.

“Oh?” She rubbed at it, to no avail. Hisao licked a thumb and scrubbed the substance off. She smiled at him, a dazzling smile that very nearly drew his attention away from her cleavage pressed against him. Nearly. She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him into a tight hug. Lilly’s frame felt so soft and so very squishy. Hisao stroked a hand down her back, and she sighed. “I’m so happy now, Hisao. So very, very, happy.”

Hisao looked down past his wife’s hair down to the three sets of pants lying discarded on the ground, and then to her plump rear which stuck out from the flat of her back. And then he tightened his hug, feeling the girl’s soft supple flesh press against him, and felt a slight twinging of his own as he began to feel a little excited. “I am too, Lilly.” He whispered in her ear.

She put a hand to his face, and he leaned into her warm touch. Then she broke off and turned away. “Right, then. Skirt it is.” She bent over and Hisao saw her stomach pooch into her lap the tiniest bit. He ran a hand down her bare back, and she inhaled softly. “What are you doing?” She asked breathlessly.

“Wishing we had a little more time.” Hisao mourned.

Lilly made a noise of disappointment and pouted towards him, the look mostly covered by her long wavy hair. “Oh? What would we do if we had more time?” She asked.

Hisao bit his lip, and then he stretched his hand out and pinched a bit of fat on Lilly’s waist. It made her gasp and jump a little, but her eyes were beginning to fill with lust. “How about I show you?” He asked.

“Hmmm, you’ll have to do a little more than just showing me.” She teased, standing up and lightly batting his chest. “But that’s for later.” She admonished. “Now let me get dressed, or neither of us will be leaving this bedroom.”

Hisao forced his eyes closed with a chuckle and was suddenly aware of his thumping heart. “Alright alright. Hurry up then.”

She placed her hands on her middle. “It is impolite to rush a lady, Hisao.”

“Please?” He asked, rolling his eyes.

She squinted at him. “You just used your eye rolling voice.”

Hisao laughed and grabbed her, turning her on the spot and slightly dipping her as she let out a startled laugh. They kissed, and the kiss quickly gained passion as their lips locked onto one another again and again. Lilly’s tongue flicked out and stroked against his. After a minute, he pulled away. Lilly’s face was set in one of complete arousal, and he spun her back to her feet. “Please?” He asked.

She blinked once before lightly tapping his chest. “Go on, I’ll be right out. Oh, and can you wrap up the pie? It’s still sitting inside the oven.”

“Pie?”
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The pair exited the apartment building hand in hand, with Hisao holding the rather large and freshly wrapped pie tin, and Lilly blowing on an extra cinnamon roll.

“I’m not sure they understand where Scotland is, to be honest.” Lilly said, blowing on the warm food again. “One of the girls asked me if it was near a town called ‘Beverly Hills’ the other day. And I get at least three apples a week, now.”

“No wonder this thing feels so heavy…” Hisao said. “It feels like it’s at least a few pounds.”

Lilly hummed happily. “I hope they like it. I decided to make the most out of my early morning, and treat them with the kindness that they’ve been treating me.”
Hisao checked his watch. “I’m pretty sure we’ll make it there right as the opening bell rings.”

Lilly squeezed his hand. “And you nearly had us being late with your temptations today. You seemed exceptionally amorous, though I admit to have been feeling a slight bit of craving myself lately.” She blew on the cinnamon bun once more.

Hisao laughed.

“I’m serious.” She said. “We’re both very lucky that I have so much restraint, Hisao.” And then she took a large bite of the cinnamon roll before humming contently through her full mouth.

Hisao just smiled, raised her hand to his mouth, and kissed it.