chapter 7

With that, they got up and dressed. Being a cool fall day, Rob put on jeans and an old college sweat shirt. Mary put on yoga pants, since her jeans didn't have a chance, and a pullover sweater. The yoga pants were stretched tightly across her expanded butt. The sweater was stretched even more tightly across her swollen breasts and let her new tummy push out the knit fabric. Rob almost said to hell with the festival and was ready to drag her to bed again. Mary saw the look in his eyes and said, "Easy tiger. There will time for that later. Think of how turned on you'll be when I've porked out on festival food."

With that, they drove downtown and found a parking space, which cost a small fortune, and strolled into the festival. It was mix of entertainment, shopping and food. There were various strolling acts, jugglers, mimes, and musicians. There were various stands selling crafts. And there was food. Rob realized he had never really paid attention to all the foods at these festivals. There was a lot of frying going on. French fries, fried pastries, fried sausages, fried pickles, fried everything. The smells drifted around them, and Rob told himself to let go and allow himself to be tempted.

"Let's get corn dogs," declared Mary, pointing at a kiosk.

"Corn dogs? I haven't had a corn dog in..." Rob's voice trailed off.

"Then it's time, isn't it? Let's do it!" Mary's enthusiasm was infectious. They walked up to the kiosk and ordered two corn dogs, with mustard. Rob couldn't help but think about how many ways they were bad. Hot dogs were a mix if fat laden meat. Then they get coated in corn meal and lard. And then fried. For all he knew, they were probably loaded with sodium.

Mary gave him a grin, "I know what you're thinking, but let it go. Just eat it and enjoy it." So Rob spread mustard on his corn dog and took a big bite. The first thing he realized was that it was damn hot. It must have just come out of the fryer. He gasped a little, trying to get some cool air in his mouth, which worked, just not as quickly as he would have liked. Once the mouthful was a decent temperature, he could actually taste it. And it was wonderful. The mustard, the breading, the hot dog, they all combined to taste incredible. Suddenly Rob couldn't get enough. He blew on his corn dog, enough to make the next bite doable, and bit it off. It was just as great, maybe even greater. Mary watched in amazement as he devoured his corn dog and turned to her, his face lit up.

"Let's get two more!" and he turned back to the kiosk. Mary was only halfway through hers, but she wasn't going to let this opportunity go to waste. By the time Rob came back with two more, Mary had finished hers. They polished off their second corn dogs and starting walking. They told each other that they wanted to see what the festival had, but they both knew that what they really wanted was their next indulgence. Which was deep dish pizza. Then they found deep fried pickles. Then fried ice cream, which Rob couldn't help but wonder how they did that. Then the mainstay of festivals for the last hundred years, cotton candy. Nothing but spun sugar, and delicious.

Rob wasn't used to all the sweet, sugary, fried, fatty foods and had to lay down on a grass mound. "Rookie" Mary teased. Rob lay there with his belly stuffed tight, a feeling he'd never had before. He felt like he was a naughty boy, eating all the candy. Well, he had been a naughty boy, at least what he had always thought of as naughty. But also it felt good to just let go. Eat all the foods and not worry about how many miles it would take to run it off.