chapter 34

The light came on and Crystal's head whipped around like a raccoon caught picking through a garbage can. Donnie was standing in the doorway, rubbing one eye as he yawned.

"Haha, I'm sorry baby... I'm just..." Crystal stammered, wiping ice cream from the corner of her mouth with her hand.

"Hungry? Why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't want to wake you..."

"Jesus Christ... You weren't kidding!"

Donnie was glowing as he gathered up all the trash and realized how much food his quarter ton girlfriend had put away. Crystal seemed a bit embarrassed as she struggled to tug her shirt over her enormous belly and stared at the floor.

"Oh, baby! You don't have to be embarrassed! Go on, keep eating!"

"Oh, Donnie, I just feel like such a pig, I didn't even ask you permission..."

"You don't need to ask permission! Everything here is yours as much as it is mine! I love you..."

Donnie and Crystal kissed, and Donnie scooped up some ice cream, bringing it to her lips. Crystal smiled before swallowing it up.

"Someone's excited..." Crystal said, swatting at Donnie's boner as he stood up.

"Honestly I wish I didn't turn the light on. Watching you gobble up all that food so freely... It was so fucking hot..."

"You liked that? Watching me make a big, fat, obese, slovenly, pig of myself?"

"Yes..."

"Well then shut the light off..."

Donnie shut the light off and watched Crystal greedily shovel ice cream into her mouth, lips smacking loudly as she exaggerated all of her gluttonous tendencies. Hearing Donnie moan and pleasure himself as she did so made her feel sexy. She moaned and rubbed her belly, burped, and casually tossed the ice cream pint on the floor before opening the fridge again and rooting around for more food.

"Oh, I'm so fucking hungry..." Crystal moaned as she looked through the fridge. Donnie almost came right there when he saw her pull a stick of raw butter from the compartment in the door.

"Ugh... I'm so fat..." She moaned, shaking her head as she unwrapped the stick and took a big bite. Her eyes rolled back in ecstasy as she chewed up the cold, fattening, treat.

"Oh... Oh... Oh my FUCKING God...." Donnie moaned.

"Mmmmm... This is all gonna go right to my hips... Mmmm-mmmm-mmmm!" Crystal moaned, slapping her belly on each "Mmm."

"Mmmm! That's actually really good...." She said, mouth full. She took another huge bite, rubbing her bulging belly with her free hand.

"OH! MY! GOD!" Donnie gasped as he came, grabbing a napkin just in time to catch his load.

URRRP!

"Mmm... That really hit the spot!"

"I'll say." Donnie said as he threw the napkin away. He watched as Crystal struggled to build enough momentum up to get off her chair, knowing he'd have to help her up but wanting to see her strain a bit first.

"OOOOF! Oh my God..." She grunted as her fat ass slammed back down into the chair, somehow not breaking it.

"Here, allow me..." Donnie said, extending his hands.

"Thanks..."

Donnie pulled Crystal to her feet then surprised her by pulling her in for a tight bear hug, or the closest he could get to wrapping his arms around her.

"Ooooooh!" Crystal squealed.

"I love it... I fucking love it!" Donnie growled, jiggling Crystal's fat while she giggled playfully.
They kissed, and Donnie pulled an untouched family sized pack of double stuffed Oreos from the cabinet.

"Still hungry?" Donnie asked.

Crystal nodded, smiling.

"Get your fat ass back in bed then."

SMACK!

Donnie slapped Crystal's big fat ass and she started waddling back to the bedroom. His cock was already stiff again as he watched her awkwardly huff and puff her way down to the mattress and box spring on the floor. When she was finally back in bed, she was winded, and Donnie put two double stuffed cookie on top of one another into her mouth. Within 45 minutes the entire pack was gone.

"I'm so proud of you, baby. Goodnight..." Donnie whispered, kissing her and cuddling with her as they drifted off.

The next day Crystal and Donnie went out for a big breakfast before going back to Donnie's apartment and getting ready for the wake. Crystal hadn't been to a funeral since she was in the 200's, and the short notice Donnie had given her for the event meant she couldn't have anything custom made. This left her options rather limited...

"Is this too slutty?" Crystal asked as she waddled out of the bathroom.

"Heh... Well, let's just say I like it." Donnie replied.

Crystal's dress was very tight. It clung to her rolls and curves and the zipper in the back was a meal away from breaking apart. It came down just past her knees, and showed off the thick, tree trunk calves she'd built up from carrying around all that extra weight all these years. The only real problem with it was the way it framed her breasts. Crystal's boobs were so big that there really wasn't a flattering or modest way to clothe them, but she still didn't want to make a bad first impression when meeting Donnie's family.

"Donnie! I'm being serious! It's my tits, isn't it... I don't know what I'm gonna wear, this was all I could get that can fit me, and it barely even fits me..." Crystal panicked.

"Shhhhhhhh... Relax. Relax. You look great. Really." Donnie said.

"You sure? I wanna make a good first impression..."

"You have big boobs. I don't know what you could wear to change that. Don't worry about it."

"OK. I have a black sweater I can wear to cover up a bit..."

The sweater did little to draw attention away from Crystal's boobs. The button-down black sweater had been stretched to its last thread, her blubbery bingo wings bulging through the sleeves like pregnant pythons. The sweater hadn't buttoned up comfortably in about 150 pounds, and Donnie looked forward to watching her attempt to button it up after the wake.

"Dad, this is my girlfriend Crystal. Crystal, this is my Dad, Don senior." Donnie said.

"Nice to meet you." Crystal said, giving Don Sr. a hug.

"Nice to finally meet you, sweetheart." Don Sr. replied.

Crystal had developed a good sense of when people were taken aback or disturbed by her weight, and didn't detect a hint of animosity or disingenuousness with Don Sr. Her belly swelled with anxiety as she approached the kneeling bar in front of the casket. Donnie knelt down first, squishing his knees together as close as possible to make sure his girlfriend had enough room to plant hers down next to his. Crystal hesitated.

"C'mon..." Donnie mumbled.

"I'm sorry, I'm just so scared I'm gonna break it!" Crystal murmured through clenched teeth.

Crystal awkwardly got on her knees and prayed the structural integrity of the wood would support her for those few eternity-lasting seconds. Mercifully, it did, and Donnie helped her back up.

"Thanks baby, you're doing great..." Donnie whispered.

The layout of the wake was pretty standard for Donnie's Irish Catholic upbringing: six rows of ten folding chairs sat in the middle of the room facing a casket with a big portrait of Donnie's mother sitting next to it. The picture was clearly from when she was in her prime, and Crystal thought she was very pretty, though she did notice that Donnie's mother was definitely on the heavier side. Not nearly as big as Crystal, but definitely no toothpick.

Donnie led Crystal to a separate row of seats that sat horizontally down the left side of the funeral parlor. This was where Don Sr. and the rest of the immediate family would sit.

"Wait one second, baby, OK?" Donnie whispered before Crystal sat down.

Donnie grabbed a folding chair from the middle of the room and put it on the end of the family row, then pushed the two folding chairs next to his together, one for each of Crystal's ass cheeks.

"You're the best..." Crystal smiled, giving Donnie a kiss. She put a supportive hand on his knee as he sat down and people began to trickle in.

"People are gonna be coming up to us to shake hands and offer their condolences. You don't have to get up every time. Just when I'm introducing you to one of my close family members, OK?" Donnie explained.

Crystal nodded.

"Here's my grandma..." Donnie whispered.

Donnie's grandmother was rail thin, and looked like Crewella Deville from the 101 Dalmations movie. Crystal almost felt an air of tension wash over the room when she came in, smelling like cigarettes and too much perfume. She took off her sunglasses revealing a pair of strikingly pale blue eyes that seemed to judge everything they came into contact with.

"I'm sorry, honey..." Donnie's grandma said to Don Sr., giving him a hug.

"Thanks, Mom." Don Sr. whispered into her ear.

"Hi, sweetie..." Donnie's grandma said to Donnie, wrapping him up in a hug. Her voice had a tinge of smokiness to it.

"Hey, grandma... This is my girlfriend, Crystal..." Donnie said.

Crystal grunted as she staggered to her feet.

"Nancy. Nice to meet you, honey." Donnie's grandma said, giving her a weak handshake.

"Crystal. Nice to meet you."

"Still after the big girls, eh, Donald?" Nancy said, smirking.

"Don't you fucking start..." Donnie growled.

"Ma, c'mon..." Don Sr. interjected.

"Oh, honey, I'm only joking! How about a little levity for Pete's sake!" Nancy lied.

Nancy sat down next to Crystal, visibly shocked at the way she took up two folding chairs. Donnie put a hand around her shoulder and whispered into her ear.

"Don't listen to her, baby. It means a lot to me that you came all the way out here for this."

Crystal smiled and nodded.