Chapter 10 - reunited

Emma and Chris had an immediate divorce that was settled very quickly. For once in his life, Chris seemed to do the right thing by Emma. She got to keep the house, but Chris had taken their small Labrador, leaving Emma entirely alone.

When Nick finally met up with Emma six months later, he could see that she had been overeating to compensate. She looked at least 30lbs heavier, getting her close to 280lbs for sure. Her lard-filled belly had seemed to fall outwards further, straining the blouse she was wearing.

Nick was determined not to talk about Chris. No matter what, Emma hadn't deserved what he'd done. 'How are you doing?' he asked sensitively, giving his pal a hug, trying his best not to enjoy the bulbous belly that pressed up against him at the same time.

'I'm doing great!' Emma smiled. 'I've been looking forward to catching up with you for ages. What took you so long to suggest meeting up?' she asked with interest.

'I thought you might be a little delicate after what happened,' Nick admitted. 'I wasn't sure if you would want to see anyone from our family again.'

Emma shook her head with so much conviction that Nick's nerves eased immediately. 'Nah, I'm fine!' she smiled. 'Divorce suits me. I can do what I want, wear what I want, eat what I want. I honestly wish I'd had the guts to do it years ago!' she laughed.

Nick couldn't help himself and instinctively looked down at Emma's belly at that point. Very briefly.

'Yeah I know!' laughed Emma patting her tummy. 'I've been overeating like crazy. Do you know? My dress size is astronomical these days! Can you believe it?' she asked, looking genuinely perplexed. 'And all my t shirts ride up to my belly button with this big ol' tummy! I even have to wear underwear the size of Santa's sack just to get them over the whole of my ass!' she joked, exaggerating.

Nick laughed along with her, unsure why Emma was telling him all this.

The conversation soon steered away to other topics and their old rapport returned easily. They went to several other bars across town until they came to one with a rather large waitress who filled the space behind the bar with a huge tummy and ass that probably made her at least 350lbs of gorgeous fat girl. When Emma started talking about some dreary reality show, Nick couldn't help feeling his attention start to wander towards the larger lady.

'Are you checking that girl out over there?' asked Emma, sounding almost insulted.

'Huh? No!' he lied. 'Not really,' he mumbled, surprised to have been called out for it. 'I mean, she's pretty hot and everything but, a little too short for me.'

'She's big and fat though' spat Emma.

'Yeah, she's a bit on the chunky side,' whispered Nick, concerned that they would be overheard.

'That's how you like them though isn't it?' asked Emma, accusingly.

'Well, yeah. But it's not just about that...'

'Because I'll probably be bigger than that in a year or so. And my ass is already bigger than her pathetic scrawny butt' shouted Emma, looking in disgust at the ass of the waitress.

'Ha, what are you saying?' asked Nick, confused at Emma's outburst.

'I mean....' stressed Emma, grabbing Nick's hand on top of the table; 'You should be checking me out instead! I'm bigger than most of the other girls we've come across tonight.'

'What? You're - my brother's ex though!' stuttered Nick, shocked despite the fact that his heart was beating out of his chest.

'Exactly, his 'ex', it doesn't matter. You think I'm hot, right?'

'Well, yeah, of course,' mumbled Nick.

'And we get on.'

'Yeah, we do,' he admitted.

'So there's no problem' said Emma, settling back into her chair; more relaxed. As far as she was concerned, it was a done deal; her old, over-confident pretty girl attitude never far away. She sat forward again, leaning in to Nick to speak more privately. 'I've got to admit...' She looked around the room to check that they weren't being overheard. 'I've always found it kinda kinky that you like your girls big and fat.'

Nick was shocked but kept quiet to allow Emma time to carry on.

'Then I started to put on a bit and we started to hang out more and - I don't know, it just felt... You know?' she said, asking for help to explain it.

'Yeah' admitted Nick. 'I know what you mean. It felt right - when you started to get bigger. I... you know...' he smiled, a little bashful and embarrassed that they were out in public talking about this stuff.

'Yeah' smiled Emma, pleased with herself, leaning back briefly to pat her belly, before sitting forward again. 'It's been awesome hasn't it? Me, getting this belly...'

Nick nodded, wanting to rip all of Emma's clothes off there and then.

'I want to spend the night with you. I want you to show me what you did with that fat girl on vacation. I want you to touch my belly like you did hers...'

A huge grin spread across Nick's face. 'You want to see what I do?' he laughed sceptically, but Emma looked deadly serious. 'Ok. Get your coat.'