Chapter 5

It's now the next morning. The big day. Sam makes sure to wake up bright and early, wanting to get her fill of a nice, large, hearty breakfast before all the tourists show up and she has to share with them. From chicken tenders to pancakes to tacos to candy to giant donuts, Sam makes sure to get her fill of tasty food, indulging her ravenous, gluttonous appetite.


Both Flint and Sam are excited about the grand opening. As are the millions of tourists that arrive via cruise ships, amazed by the amazing array of tasty food before them. Sam, wanting to get ready, quickly heads to the weather van. She tries to get in from the back door, and immediately gets stuck. It would appear she's now wider than the van itself (much, MUCH wider). "Ugh, stupid door!" she exclaims, fruitlessly trying to squeeze her giant frame through. Eventually, she gives up on trying to enter the van, and instead angles herself so she can reach her hand inside and grab her stuff.

Right before she walks off to get dressed, she notices something that looks like a laptop on the table. It has a sticky note on it. She stretches her arm out and grabs the item. The note reads:

"For Sam
You'll do great today
♡ Flint"

She smiles, and after removing the note, she gasps. It's a Doppler Weather Radar 2000 Turbo. With a wide smile on her face, she prepares to open it. But before she can, "We're on in 5 minutes," Manny (her camera man) says from the front seat. "O-oh, right..." Sam quickly stashes away the gift safely between her plump breasts, then gets ready for her report.

When they have everything set up, Manny is surprised by what he sees. Even though, by now, he's used to Sam putting on weight between reports, he hasn't seen her since the ice cream report 2 days ago, and she's clearly gotten really, REALLY big since then. This is impressive, even for her. The short camera man has to make himself a tall, makeshift platform to stand atop to avoid having to angle the camera too far up. It doesn't work. "Sam, could you please back up?" he asks, Sam's belly currently filling up 90% of the shot. After she walks backwards and Manny tilts the camera way far up, he finally manages to get a somewhat decent shot.

"Hello, world! I'm Sam Sparks!" she says, holding a large ice cream cone in each hand, which only makes the giddy weather girl look even more adorable, "[NOM] I'm here at the exciting grand opening of Chewandswallow! As many of you know, I've been broadcasting here pretty much every day, showcasing all the exciting, delicious food weather this town has to offer! And this is what it's all been building up to! Millions of people from all over the world have come over to see this AMAZING tourist destination in all its DELICIOUS glory!" As she delivers the next part of the report, she's seen wearing an extremely giddy smile, her excitement so prominent that she's seen lightly jumping up and down as she speaks, "And now, we see the mayor delivering his speech and announcing the grand opening of Chewandswallow. Except why's the mayor not there? Except oh wait, that's right, the mayor asked me, yes ME, to make the grand announcement instead!! Wish me luck! EEEEEEE!" she exclaims giddily, sprinting towards the podium, her hands now empty and her every footstep creating a loud thud. She quickly wipes the ice cream off her face and changes the connection on her ear/mouthpiece.

"Welcome, tourists, to Chewandswallow!" she proudly announces with her signature cute, high-pitched voice. "That is one big weather girl," says a French man in the audience. The plump reporter continues, "Delight in our nacho cheese hot springs! Let your kids indulge their sweet tooth in our candy-filled kid zone! And, when the fun is done, gaze upon the sunset cresting over mount leftovers! From which we're protected by a dam the mayor guarantees to be indestructible! We've got people from all over the world, from as far as China, to West Virgin---[GASP] FLINT!" She exclaims as she sees Flint heading towards the backstage, "Erm, sorry folks, I'll be right back" She quickly turns off her mouthpiece and rushes over to follow Flint backstage.

"FLINT!" she exclaims, excitedly picking him up (having to roll forward on her belly to reach him, which at this point is a motion she's gotten used to). He blushes as his gigantic, gorgeous girlfriend hugs him so hard that his head is practically buried in her fat breasts. "Flint! You look so handsome! You really clean up well!" she says, looking down at the young inventor, causing him to blush. His usually messy hair is slicked back and straightened, and his usual lab coat, T shirt, and jeans has been replaced with a presentable tuxedo. "Did you see the present I got you?" Flint asks, his voice partially muffled by her huge breasts. "YES!!! I can't believe you got that for me!" she says, pulling out the Doppler weather radar from between her expansive bosom, "This is the absolute sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me ever!" she exclaims, pulling him even tighter into the hug. "What about the giant jello castle?" Flint asks hoarsely as his ribs are nearly crushed by this gigantic woman. "The second sweetest thing!" Sam corrects herself, smiling down at him. "Have you tried it out yet?" he asks weakly. She gasps, "I HAVEN'T! I got so caught up with the report I forgot to try it out! Here, let me use it right now!"

After letting go of Flint, Sam eagerly opens the device, turns it on, calibrates it, and the machine starts ominously beeping. Sam's joyous smile fades to a concerned frown. "So, Sam, what do you think?" "Um...F-Flint, are you...a-are you sure this works properly? I-I mean, w-where'd you get it from?" she asks nervously, her face a deep shade of worried red. "I mean, I kinda already had one lying around, I wanted to surprise you with it! I guess I haven't used it in a while. Why, is something wrong?" "Um...k-kinda, it's giving me some...weird output..." "Well, it IS over 10 years old. How about after all this, we take a look and run some diagnostics?" Flint offers. "Um...y-yeah, you're right, it's probably just acting up." she says, brushing a strand of hair to behind her ear. She closes the lid and stows it back between her breasts, then takes a deep breath, "Yeah, everything's gonna be fine!" She reassures herself. The red hue on her cheeks reverts back to normal, and her cheerful smile returns. "Yeah, so hey, how've you been?" Sam asks, smiling cutely down at her comparatively tiny boyfriend, who stands at less than half her height. Flint chuckles, "Um...Sam, don't you have a...*grand opening* to announce?" "OH! Right! Duh!" she says, slapping her forehead, "Sorry, I just reeeeally wanted to see you again!" Flint chuckles again, "You'll see me in a few minutes! C'mon, now's your time to shine!" Sam blushes, then after giving him a quick kiss on the cheek (once again having to roll onto her stomach to reach him), she heads back, turns back on her mouthpiece, and continues her speech.

"And now, without further ado, our town's hero, and my BOYFRIEND, Flint Lockwood!" Sam exclaims, proudly. Flint then runs out from behind the thin curtains they placed on the stage, which is quickly met with applause from the audience. "Here ya go, Flint!" Sam exclaims, handing him the golden, comically large, ceremonial ribbon-cutting scissors.

Just then, a chubby, blonde guy in the audience starts loudly whining, "THAT SHOULD BE ME! I SHOULD BE CUTTING THE RIBBON!" "Um...who are you again?" Sam asks, confused. "I'M BABY BRENT! UH OH!" He says, ripping off his clothes and stripping down to his underwear. He then runs away crying and screaming "WHO AM I???"

"Um....okay..." Sam says, still confused, "Anyway, Flint, why don't you do the honors?" she says, smiling down at him, squeezing her breasts together ever so slightly. Flint smiles, blushing. He hears the cheers of the audience, them cheering "Lockwood! Lockwood! Lockwood!".

Finally, he takes a deep breath and cuts the ribbon. The crowd's cheers become even louder and more excited. Sam eagerly picks up Flint (him accidentally dropping the scissors in the process), pulls him close, kisses him on the cheek and exclaims "Chewandswallow is now officially open! Bon appetite!" The crowd eagerly rushes in, ready to enjoy what Chewandswallow has to offer. "AAAAAH!" Sam exclaims giddily, "Flint! This is the best day ever!" She starts excitedly jumping up and down, which quickly results in the extremely heavy weather girl falling through the floor of the small wooden stage. "Hehe, oopsies," she giggles, quickly brushing it off, "Anyways, Flint, I'm honestly feeling pretty hungry. I'll be right back, you watch over the place, m'kay?" "Um...I...I don't know if I can--" he starts, before Sam quickly gives him a kiss on the lips. "Um...y-yeah, I'll watch over the place! Hurry back!" he says. Sam lets him go, then climbs out of the sizable hole she left in the stage, and runs off, using her large heft to squeeze her way through the crowd.

Pretty soon, though, things go awry. The pasta rain arrives. Except it's not rain, it's a storm. A spaghetti tornado. Flint soon realizes that his original fears were justified, and rushes to his lab as quickly as he can to shut off his machine before things get any worse.

When he gets inside, though, he's surprised to see Sam Sparks there, keyboard resting atop her gargantuan gut, licking her lips as she types into the food ordering machine. "OHHH! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!?" Flint asks. "I've been up here ordering dinner for the last ten minutes!" she responds, cheerily, "Why is something going on?" she asks, gobbling up a large donut and a huge chicken leg. "WE'VE GOTTA STOP THE MACHINE!" Flint exclaims, trying to reach the computer past his girlfriend's titanic tummy. "Flint! Stop it! You're tickling me!" Sam giggles. "EVERYONE'S IN DANGER BECAUSE OF MEEE!" Flint exclaims. Just then, similar to someone being tickled accidentally slapping away the hand that tickles them, Sam reflexively smacks Flint away with her ginormous belly, flinging him across the room. "[GASP!] FLINT!" Sam shouts, worriedly. She quickly presses the enter key (confirming the order) and sprints over to her boyfriend to make sure he's alright, "Flint, are you okay?! I'm SOOOO sorry!" Flint quickly gets up and urgently runs back to the machine. He picks up the fallen keyboard and begins entering the kill code, hoping to stop the machine before it spits out any more food.

Just as he's about to finish entering the kill code, Sam grabs him from behind. "SURPRISE HUG!" she exclaims, pulling him into a soft, loving, pillowy hug and giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. "Sam!! What are you doing!" Flint exclaims, eyes wide. "I wanted to make sure you were okay! You're not hurt at all, right?" His face turns slightly red, "I-I'm fine, Sam. Look, this is an emergency, I need to shut off the machine!" "WHAT?!" Sam exclaims, suddenly terrified at the thought of no more tasty food rain, "W-why would you do something so terrible?!!!" "Sam! You don't understand! The food, it's too big, it--" "Fliiiint!" she whines, a frustrated look on her face, "We already discussed this yesterday! Everyone loves the bigger, tastier food!" she says, her loving embrace now a forceful restraint as she backs away from the computer. "But Sam, [RRRGH] I don't have time to explain! I need to get to the computer now!" He exclaims, struggling to escape the tight embrace of her fat arms. "Flint! You're being hysterical! You're acting out of fear and anxiety that something's gonna go wrong, instead of just enjoying the moment! You're gonna ruin everything for both of us!" "No! Sam! You need to listen to me! You need to [RRRGH] let me go!" "No! I'm not letting you go until you calm down! I won't let my boyfriend make hasty decisions during a panic attack!" Flint summons all his strength, trying to escape the embrace and lunge towards the computer, but she quickly pulls him back and turns away from the computer. In the process, though, she accidentally slaps the satellite communicator with her gargantuan ass, completely destroying it in the process.

"...oops..." she says, embarrassed. "...that was the only way to communicate with the machine..." Flint says, still trying to process the situation. "WHAT?!" Sam shouts, dropping Flint and placing her hands on her cheeks, "Y-you mean...we can't order any more tasty treats?" she asks, worriedly. "Sam! That's the least of our worries! There's a giant spaghetti tornado outside attacking the town! The food has become so over-mutated it's now causing extreme weather phenomena!" "WHAT?!? Why didn't you tell me!!!" "I tried to! Why did you think I was freaking out?" "I thought you were having a meltdown! Which is understandable, you're under a lot of pressure, I am too! I just wanted to help you calm down! Wait...oh no, THE RADAR!" She quickly pulls out her Doppler radar from between her breasts, then opens it. "AAH! It's just like the radar predicted!" "What?? The radar predicted a storm? Why didn't you tell me?!" Flint asks, looking up at her with seriousness on his face. "I thought it was just malfunctioning! You said that was probably what was happening, I took your word for it!...Wait...something's not right, it looks like there's another, bigger storm coming in..." she looks over to the computer, "OH NO, what have I done?!" "What do you mean 'what have you done'?......Sam, what did you order?!"

The giant, gluttonous reporter says nothing, too embarrassed to speak.

"Sam...what did you order??" Flint asks again, this time much more concerned. "....A Vegas-style all you can eat buffet..." she replies, timidly.