Chapter 10 - fin

The following summer we packed for my cousin's wedding in Northern California. We decided to take a few weeks of vacation and turn it into an extended road trip. We planned it out so we could stop at many restaurants on the way, Laura joking that the dress I bought for the wedding wouldn't fit by the time we got there.

As it turns out, she wasn't far off. It did take a bit of effort to get it zipped up, apparently all that eating on the trip off had added a few pounds. It was a lovely weekend and a good opportunity to catch up with some old friends, many of whom looked a bit surprised to see my added girth.

On the road trip home, Laura took the first turn driving while I looked at photos of the wedding on Facebook. I got to a picture of Laura and me and stopped flipping through the pics.

"Oh wow," I remarked.

"What is it?"

"This picture of you and me. I look . . . well, huge."

She glanced over at me. "You're not huge."

"I'm pretty fat, babe."

"No, just like . . . pleasantly plump."

I looked down at my paunch spilling onto my lap, at least what of it I could see past my double D breasts.

"I'm like 60 pounds heavier than you now and look twice as wide in this picture."

"You weren't complaining a couple weeks ago when I made chicken and waffles and you popped that button off your slacks."

"No, I wasn't. But I should probably take it easy. How fat do you want me to be when we get married in September?"

"I keep telling you, I'm not going to force you to eat."

"I know, but you're cooking is just so good!"

She favored me with a wicked smile. "It is cute that you just can't say no. I especially like it when you've unbuttoned your pants and you're way too full and I can see in your eyes that you know you should stop, but then you go ahead and take another serving and then groan and blame me for making you so fat."

"It is your fault," I grumbled. "I just can't control myself when I'm around you."

"Me neither," she replied, reaching over and squeezing my plump thigh.

"But I am going to start having some self-control," I stated. "It's time to start eating more reasonably."

"Starting now, on this trip?" she asked, her hand now stroking the inside of my thigh.

I gulped. "No, that would be silly since we planned this all out. Plus, I'm hungry."

"Good. Now where's our next stop?"

"Um," I consulted our itinerary. "Oh, it looks like a buffet."

"Perfect," Laura grinned.

"Oh gosh, these pants are already a little snug. I might pop the button right off."

"You better!"