chapter 2 (part 2)

She looks at the damage, "hey, wait, come look at this." I look at the photo, pulling it out of the shattered glass frame. "Wait, this...this is you and me." "Yeah. Except I'm not fat yet." I see another photo on one of the nightstands. It's also of her and I, this time she's a bit pudgier, and we're both kissing. "Have we been living together this whole time?" "I guess that would explain why the way here felt kinda familiar," she says, "hey wait, I think I see condoms in that drawer!" she points to a slightly open drawer on one of the nightstands. I open it. Next to the condoms, though, is a scrapbook. The cover photo is us together. She's holding two fingers behind my head.

I start flipping through the album, looking through the compendium of all the time we've spent together without even knowing about it. She, meanwhile, shuffles around the room, trying in vain to find a position where she can get a good view of the book whilst a giant wall of fat separates us. She basically destroys all the furniture in my (well, our) room in the process, including the bed I'm sitting on. In her defense, though, she fills up more than a quarter of the room in terms of area, so can you really blame her for not being able to maneuver around it? Eventually, we negotiate a position whereby she sits on the floor, I sit on the belly shelf next to her boob, she lovingly envelops me in her fat, cushiony arms, and we can finally look through the photo album together.

Each photo depicts us together, smiling widely. Sincere smiles, none of them look like we were only smiling for the camera. We're seen at a wide variety of places, too, like Taco Bell, Taco Bell, Taco Bell, the football stadium, and even at Taco Bell! From what I can gather, we started hanging out on the same day I got that splinter. Where we apparently enjoyed each other's company so much, we took a picture to commemorate it? There aren't really any notes, just the occasional caption here or there. Like several pages later, where we're seen kissing. The photo caption says (in her handwriting) 'First Date'. By this point, she's already plumped up quite a bit, her belly jutting out just as far as her boobs. Needless to say, as the pages go on, she continually gets fatter and fatter. Yet her beautiful smile never falters. She always seems as happy and cheery as ever. There aren't any photos like 'diet day 1', or 'first day of my fitness journey'. There aren't even any photos of her sucking it in, she just completely embraces her fuller figure. Hell, sometimes, she'll even make a photo or caption joking about her extra weight. Like one where she sticks her belly in the face hole for a dinosaur-themed photo stand-in, captioned 'GRR, FEED ME!'. Or a much later photo where she's seen wearing a cowboy hat, filling an entire bed, captioned 'this bed ain't big enough for the two of us!'.

We don't look through the whole album, but we do skim through. At some point, we go too far, and it's just blank white pages. I back up a bit, and I see an empty slot, with a caption in my handwriting, 'she says yes', with a question mark after it in pencil. There's no photo in it. But there is a ring.

She gasps, "Oh my god! He was gonna propose to her! You were gonna propose to me!" My face goes bright red. I speak, "I can't believe it, this whole time, I've been trying to ask you out, and it turns out we were dating all along. Not only that, but we're gonna be married soon?" "Well," she interjects, releasing me from her soft embrace, "THEY'RE gonna be married. We're still kinda, you know...just dating..." I blush, "oh, y-yeah, I guess you're right..." "buuut you know," she says, looking me in the eyes, "It'd be kinda nice to get married. Or at least engaged. Once in my life. I mean, god knows how long we have left before Taco Bell pulls the plug on this shitty commercial." I sit there silently. My throat feels dry. I can hardly breathe. She continues, "and I mean, it's not like I need to get to know you much better. I've literally known you my whole life. And even from day one, I kinda already knew you were...well...and I mean, we're already dressed up. Well, you're dressed up, my clothes are in shambles..." she chuckles lightly. Finally, I get the courage. I pull out the ring from the scrapbook. I get down on one knee (still situated on top of her belly). She gasps, and before I even let out a sound, she screams "YES!!!", pulling me into the tightest, softest, squishiest hug so far. My bones feel on the verge of breaking from how tight it is. "YES! YES! A MILLION TIMES YES!" She excitedly jumps up and down. Pieces of the ceiling come crashing down. "perfect", I say weakly, but still smiling.

She loosens up on the hug, and we start making out. She rips off my suit. I reach as far back as I can and unhook her bra. "Oh god, take me! TAKE ME!" She exclaims. I grab the condoms, and we have anal sex. Right there where the bed used to be. "OH GOD! I'M GONNA COME!" "OH GOD! YOU'RE GONNA MAKE ME COME!" "I'M GONNA FINISH! AAAAAA--"

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