Chapter 47 - epilogue

Crystal and Donnie were sitting on the couch when they heard Christine's door open. They looked at each other and smiled as their 19 year old daughter came waddling out of her room.

"Well hello stranger!" Crystal joked.

Christine stopped in her tracks, tossing her long brown hair back with her free arm. She was well on her way to becoming just as big as her mother, already tipping the scales at 450 pounds. A tight pink t-shirt rode up over her belly as she stretched and pulled her skin-tight black yoga pants up, jiggling all the way. She was the spitting image of her mother, right down to the slim, pretty, face and big brown eyes.

"What brings you out of your room?" Donnie asked.

"I'm hungry..." Christine replied, smiling a bit.

"Just like her Mama!" Donnie said.

"Honey, bring me some ice cream, will ya?" Crystal called out to her.

Christine obediently brought her mother a gallon tub of ice cream, a family sized bag of potato chips tucked under her flabby arm.

"Thanks, honey. Did you finish those nursing school applications?" Crystal asked.

"Yes, mother..." Christine replied, annoyed.

"That's my girl!" Crystal said.

Christine smiled and turned around to go back to her room when Donnie interjected.

"Hey, wait! We wanna ask you something. Sit down." Donnie said.

"What?!" Christine replied, having a seat on the couch.

"Who were you up late talking to last night?" Crystal asked.

"Nobody..." Christine said, blushing a bit.

"Oh, she's blushing! I told you it was a boy!" Crystal said.

"Mom, stop!"

"Aww, Donnie! This is adorable!"

"What's his name?" Donnie asked.

"Why would I tell you? You're just gonna be a dick to him..." Christine replied.

"I would not! He's obviously got great taste in women..."

"We're gonna have to meet him sometime, honey..."

"Open up, baby..." Donnie said, bringing ice cream to Crystal's lips.

"Ugh, and on that note..." Christine said, getting up in disgust.

"Oh, honey, wait!" Crystal protested.

"That food shit you guys do is disgusting!"

"Mmmmm..." Crystal moaned.

"She'll understand some day..." Donnie said.

Crystal had retained her youthful appearance over the years, and her gaining had slowed to an almost complete stop, as she hovered around 825 pounds, give or take depending on how much she'd eaten or moved. She was able to retain a basic level of mobility, enough to work and get around the house, but not much else. Wearing an enormous red dress and a tight black button-up sweater that her belly and breasts divided like the red sea, she looked like a giant tomato. She smiled as Donnie fed her the ice cream, their attraction to one another just as fiery as it had been nearly 20 years earlier. Being over 800 pounds didn't keep Crystal from maintaining her appearance, and it showed. She had a few new wrinkles, but they added a charming maturity to her face that Donnie loved.

"I know I say this all the time, but I can't get over how much she looks like you..." Donnie said.

"Mmm I know..." Crystal replied.

"So... You know anything about this guy?"

"No, but I'll find out. I'm her mother, Donnie..."

KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK!

"Yeah?" Christine called, somewhat annoyed as she pulled headphones from her ears.

"It's me, honey. I made brownies. Can I come in?" Crystal asked from behind the door.

"OK..."

Crystal opened the door and waddled in, holding a steaming tray of brownies, a knife, and a couple of plates.

"Here... Sweetie... Have a brownie..." Crystal gasped as she sat on the bed. The bed sagged underneath her weight and Christine was sure it would break, but it held. She cut herself a big middle piece of brownie and handed the tray to Crystal, who took a generous end piece of her own.

"So what's up?" Christine asked.

"What's his name?" Crystal asked.

"C'mon, Mom..."

"I won't tell your father, honey, c'mon! I wanna know..."

"I don't even know if I wanna go out with him yet..."

"Why?"

"I don't know, he seems really nice, but... I just don't know if he's one of those creeps..."

"What do you mean, sweetie?"

"Y'know... What if he's got a fat fetish?"

"Honey, everyone finds different things attractive! Do you think your father's a creep because he loves me?"

"Well, no..."

"Does he have a history of dating heavier girls?"

"Yeah. I creeped on his Facebook and his ex's were all big..."

"So he has a preference for bigger girls. There's nothing wrong with that, as long as he treats you right and respects you..."

"He seems really sweet, I feel bad for being so distant with him."

"Can I see a picture?"

Christine smiled and sighed. "Alright..."

Christine pulled out her iPhone and opened Facebook. She clicked on her friend Ben Stivel's page and handed Crystal the phone.

"Don't like any of his stuff accidentally!" Christine said sternly.

"I don't know, I have fat fingers..." Crystal replied, chuckling.

Crystal thumbed through Ben's pictures. He was a thin, surfer kinda guy with a mop of blonde hair and a goofy, but cute, smile. There were plenty of pictures of him shirtless riding waves and hanging out on the beach. His right arm was covered in tattoos. Crystal smiled as she saw a picture of him with his arm around a very fat young lady, kissing her on the beach. She was wearing a two piece bathing suit.

"See this?!" Crystal said, holding the picture up to her daughter's face.

"Yeah?" Christine replied, puzzled.

"You know what that means?"

"No..."

"It means he's not a closet case."

"A what?"

"Some guys that like big girls are too scared to be seen in public with us. Or if they are in public with us, they'll refuse to be affectionate. She's gotta be what, 300 pounds at least, and she's wearing a bikini! And he's not afraid to put his arm around her in public, or to kiss her in public. That's a real man right there, Christine. He's a cutie, too. You like the tattoos, huh?"

"Hahaha, yeah... They're sexy..."

"What's he do?"

"He's a union electrician."

"They make great money!"

"So? You always told me not to be dependent on a man for my money..."

"I know, honey, I'm just saying, for a guy your age to already be on his way to an established career is awesome! You'll be making great money too once you're certified!"

Crystal cut a huge brownie out of the tray for herself, stuffing it into her mouth in one big bite. Her cheeks bulged and chocolate crumbs tumbled down into her breasts as she chewed.

"You're right. He asked me out the other night..."

"What'd you say?"

"I'll think about it."

"Ouch! You're cold!"

"I know, I know! I feel so bad... I'll text him now and say I wanna go out with him."

"You'll make his day. He probably feels terrible, poor kid..."

"Alright, alright. Thanks, Mom."

"No problem, honey. The rest of the brownies are all yours." Crystal said, giving her daughter a kiss on the cheek.

Crystal rocked back and forth as the bed made agonized squeaks and moans beneath her. Heaving with all her might, she got up and waddled out of the room.

"His name is Ben. He's an electrician, and he's very handsome." Crystal said to Donnie in bed that night.

"What kinda guy does he seem like? Did she show you pictures?" Donnie replied.

"He's like a surfer dude, pretty sure he smokes pot. He's got tattoos, too."

"Hm. Nothing wrong with that..."

"That's what I told her. As long as he has his shit together I don't care what he does on his own time."

"My main thing is, I don't want her getting with some guy that's gonna be afraid to show her off..."

"I said the exact same thing, but she showed me a picture of him with one of his ex's, who wasn't as big as Christine, but was still fat. They were on the beach together, she was wearing a bikini, and they were kissing, arms around each other."

"That's a good sign, then."

"Right? I told her to jump on him while he's still single. He seems like a great guy, and she says he's really sweet..."

"God, where does the time go?"

"Our baby girl's all grown up..."

SIX MONTHS LATER...

"Mom, Dad, this is Ben..." Christine said as she and her new boyfriend stepped inside the house.

"Oh, Ben, I've heard so much about you!" Crystal squealed, wrapping the bewildered Ben in a smothering 800 pound bear hug.

"It's uh, it's nice to meet you Mrs..." Ben stammered.

"Oh, please, call me Crystal!"

"How's it going? Donnie, nice to meet you." Donnie said, extending his hand for a handshake.

Ben shook Donnie's hand, and Donnie could sense his nervousness as he looked him in the eye.

"You like whiskey, Ben?" Donnie asked as they walked into the kitchen.

"Oh he loves whiskey!" Christine said, smiling.

"How do you take it? I got coke, ginger ale..."

"I'll just have it neat." Ben said.

"Atta boy! I like this guy already! Your parents aren't gonna get mad you're having a drink with me, right Ben?"

"Nah, I have my own place, anyway." Ben replied.

"Oh good for you, honey!" Crystal said.

As the alcohol flowed, Ben began to loosen up, and made a great first impression with Crystal and Donnie. Crystal couldn't help but notice Ben's eyes wandering to her belly and breasts, lingering there until she'd catch him. Crystal flashed him a quick smile before eating another forkful of mashed potatoes.

"For dessert, I got the most delicious chocolate cheesecake..." Crystal said.

Ben picked at his cheesecake while Christine made quick work of hers.

"You gonna eat that?" Christine asked, smiling sheepishly.

"It's all yours, baby." Ben replied. He took a forkful of cheesecake and fed it to Christine, who smiled and ate it sensuously.

"Awwwww!" Crystal squealed.

"Mom!" Christine replied.

Donnie and Crystal smiled at one another. They couldn't have been more proud of their daughter.