Jim x Dwight Oneshots *smut warning*

Jim and Dwight mpreg pt. 2

 I stand in front of the mirror, feeling defeated and helpless. My body looks worse than ever before. My stomach protrudes out like I'm constantly bloated, and I feel full even though I haven't eaten anything in hours. My pectorals are starting to look a little like man boobs, and it's freaking me out. I can't believe how much my body has changed in just a few months.

I lift up my shirt, and my eyes widen at the sight of my stomach. It looks like I'm four months pregnant. I try to suck it in, but it's no use. It's like my body has a mind of its own, and it's decided to betray me. My eyes start to water, and I feel a lump forming in my throat. I can't believe this is happening to me.

I turn to the side, hoping that maybe it's just the angle, but it's even worse. My stomach sticks out like a beach ball, and my hips look like they've widened too. It's been four months since Dwight and I got married, and I wonder if I'd even be able to fit into my tuxedo now. I can see stretch marks starting to form along the sides. I run my hand over my belly, feeling the extra weight.

I take a deep breath and try to focus on something else. I start to straighten my tie, hoping to distract myself from my thoughts. But as I glance back at my reflection, I can't help but feel disappointed. My once athletic physique now looks like that of someone who hasn't worked out in months. I don't even recognize myself anymore.

I can feel tears welling up in my eyes, but I force myself to stay strong. I can't let Dwight see me like this. He loves me, and I don't want him to worry about me any more than he already does. But it's getting harder and harder to hide how I'm feeling.

Suddenly, my stomach lets out a loud growl, reminding me that I haven't eaten anything all day. I shake my head, reminding myself that I should only eat a few small bites. I head downstairs to the kitchen, where Dwight is already cooking. The smell of beetroot soup fills the air, and my mouth starts to water. I have no idea why, but I'm just craving beets like crazy recently. That, and milk.

Dwight turns around from the stove and grins at me. "Jim! You're just in time for dinner. I made your favorite."

I smile weakly. "Thanks, Dwight. It smells amazing."

I sit down at the dinner table, and Dwight serves me a bowl of soup. I take a spoonful and close my eyes, savoring the taste. It's amazing. I start eating the soup hungrily, forgetting all about my earlier thoughts of feeling fat. It feels like this is my first meal in months.

Dwight notices my enthusiasm and asks, "You okay there, Jim?"

I barely nod, too engrossed in the soup. I take another spoonful, feeling the warmth spread through my body. I can't help but feel grateful for Dwight, who always knows exactly what I need. Even when I can't express it myself.

As I continue to eat, I feel my mood lifting. Maybe it's the endorphins from the food, or maybe it's just being around Dwight. But I start to feel like myself again. I glance over at Dwight, who is smiling at me. I smile back, feeling so lucky to have him in my life.

I finish the soup and lean back in my chair, feeling content. "Dwight, do you think I've gained weight?" I ask him, hoping he'll reassure me that I'm just imagining things.

He looks up from his bowl and studies me for a moment. "I don't know, Jim," he says cautiously. "Maybe a little?"

I can feel my heart sinking even further. "How much is a little?"

Dwight pauses for a moment, as if considering his words carefully. "I mean, it's not like you've put on a ton of weight or anything," he says, trying to be diplomatic. "But maybe a few pounds? Honestly, Jim, you still look great."

But I can't hear anything else he says. All I can think about is how I've let myself go, how I've failed to take care of my body. Tears well up in my eyes, and I can feel my chin quivering. I try to blink them away, but they just keep coming.