Renewal and growth

Chapter 5 - The nightmare?

Avery slowly awoke to light streaming through blinds. She slowly stretched out as she leaned up before rubbing her eyes. The slight smell of breakfast sausage sizzling in a pan greeted her nose as she rubbed her eyes. Avery peeled back light summer sheets to reveal her tan slender muscular legs barely covered by soft pajama short shorts. She pinched the bridge of her nose trying to wake up a little faster as she made her way to the kitchen. Roger was manning the stove top with one pan frying up sausage and the other cooking some French toast. Roger peered over his shoulder after hearing a little creak in the floor behind him as she said, “Good morning, Mrs. Mattsone.” Avery froze in her tracks as she processed the simple greeting.
Still slightly taken aback Avery replied with a yawn, “Good morning, Roger.” Roger with a mischievous grin replied sarcastically, “Still not used to it after nearly a year Avery?” Avery rubbed her eyes as she said, “You know I haven’t had enough coffee yet to process that.” Roger chuckled as he replied as he placed a steaming cup of coffee in front of Avery as he replied, “Then this might help.” Avery grinned as she drowsily said, “Thank you.” Avery took a quick sip of the warm coffee as the caffeine slowly brough her to as Roger then asked, “Two or three slices of French toast for my cute chubby wife?” This was the last straw for Avery. She cleared her throat as she assertively started to say, “What exactly do you mean by that mist…” she trailed off as she caught a glimpse of herself in the full length mirror in the hall way beside her.

Her jaw dropped as she took in the sight. Those slender muscular thighs she saw just moments ago were replaced with plush chubby thighs. The seams on her once loose short shorts were starting to fry from the squeezing around her enormous meaty thighs. Her butt cheeks oozed out of bottom of the shorts. A distinct pot belly bulge made Avery’s loose top into an inadvertent crop top with her cavernous belly button on full display. Love handles spilled over the edges of her shorts as did her luscious spherical chubby boobs pressed out the lowcut v on Avery’s shirt. Her delicate facial features softened and rounded out. Avery’s heart started to race the level of terror grew more pronounced on her face. Her next instinct was to pinch herself on her now slightly doughy tone devoid forearm.

Avery shot up out of bed. The room was still dim from the early twilight, but it didn’t stop her from aggressively patting herself down to feel her slender muscular features to then cause her slightly calm down. The feeling was replaced with a feeling of perplexing as Avery realized how wet she was from her short nightmare. Avery glared at the clock to see 6:25 am when someone knocked on the door. Avery tried to calmly say, “Who is it?” A weary Roger replied, “Its Roger. Seems like you can’t sleep either. I’m going to make some fresh coffee if you want?” Avery replied, “Maybe, I might try to go to sleep again.” Footsteps could be heard walking away from the door as the sound tapered down.

After a few minutes Avery’s adrenaline rush had dissipated enough to try to drift back to sleep, she heard a weird sound from outside. A minute passed before she heard a similar sound, and minute by minute the sound short cracking sound broke the early morning silence. By the tenth crack Avery took a deep sigh before rolling out of bed. She reached for her XL softball team sweatshirt before wandering out of her room. As she made it to the kitchen she said with minor frustration, “What is that sound?” To her surprise she was the only one in the kitchen. A lone warm cup of coffee was the only sign someone had even been there. She wandered to the back door to see Roger splitting wood. He was shirtless, a litany of scars covered his back. His swift chops intermixed with his grabbing a new log with his hands slightly trembling. This was the first time Avery had ever seen Roger shirtless, and her slight anger quickly evaporated, replaced with a level of surprise and concern.

She opened the door; her exposed legs became covered in goosebumps from the cold. Avery cleared her throat as she said, “Roger?” With his hands latched onto another unsplit log turned to face her as his face went from red to pale. He replied, “Good morning. I thought you were sleeping again.” Avery raised an eyebrow as she stated, “I would have if I wasn’t woken up by the sound of wood getting chopped.” Roger replied, “Sorry.” Avery seductively replied, “Its alright, I finally got to see your shirtless. That made it worth it.” They both chuckled as Roger replied, “I couldn’t go back to sleep so why not do something productive. I was thinking why not have a little bonfire after our date tonight. If you can forgive me for interrupting your remaining beauty sleep.” Avery rubbed her eyes as she replied with a smile, “Sounds like a plan. Get back to chopping I will make myself a cup of coffee.”