Author's Note: Clocking in at 5,200 words this part of Amber's adventure is a big one, like her. Two more parts planned in this tale. Should get to them both this month! I hope you enjoy!
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Have a great night and thanks for all the support!
-Polaris
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The Queen of Cabin Nine
Warning: This is a retelling/reimaging of a classic unfinished WG tale originally authored by the great Greinskyn and titled, “Practical Joke.” This retold version is an adult/fetish story involving weight gain, stuffing, and revenge. If this isn’t your type of thing, please don't read it.
By polarisdreamer
Part 48; Preston, Minesota; Nine Months Later… Continued.
After driving away from Dairy Queen in a fast and furious manner, Amber pulled into a Dunkin Donuts parking lot so she and her sister could enjoy their food in peace. Although, as Amber unpacked her food, her mind was anything but peaceful…
‘It can’t be true. She wasn’t serious. Jessie recognized me and she was just messing with me. I do not eat in my sleep! That’s ludicrous! Nobody does! It’s impossible! My campers couldn’t have fattened me up in my sleep!’ Amber frantically thought to herself, as she struggled to meticulously pile French fries on top of her first double cheeseburger. As usual she was seeking to cope with the stress she was feeling with food, but her big belly kept getting in the way.
Like the rest of her, Amber’s belly was also bottom heavy. Her pronounced roll of lower belly fat rested outward upon her lap. So, she was practically balancing her first burger on her knees, making it difficult to keep the burger perfectly stable and adequately reach it with her chubby fingers to stack fries. To make matters even worse, her knees began shaking, her thighs were so fat that holding her knees together took enough effort to exhaust what little leg strength she still possessed.
As Amber struggled, her sister silently watched, slurping her milkshake as she did, and using her pregnant belly like a shelf so she didn’t have to waste her energy holding up her milkshake with her arms. Unlike Abby, Amber wasn’t pregnant, but her belly was noticeably larger than Abby’s, although not as perfectly round. After taking another loud sip of her milkshake, Abby gulped, coughed and then spoke, “So are we going talk about what just happened? Or…”
“No.” Amber muttered, while she picked up her double cheeseburger, layered with French fries on top with one hand, and with her other hand, reached toward the cupholders between the driver’s seat and passenger seat before scratching off the lid of one of her chocolate milkshakes. Abby watched in astonishment as her formerly fitness obsessed younger sister pulled the ultimate fat-girl move, dipping her greasy fry-ladened double cheeseburger into her chocolate milkshake and then stretching her mouth wide enough to fit nearly a third of her burger into her mouth with her first big bite.
Amber’s cheeks inflated as she took in such an excessive amount of calorie-saturated fast-food into her mouth and started chewing with an audible hum of enjoyment. Or relief?
‘No wonder she got so fat…’ Abby thought to herself, as she watched this porky glutton sitting next to her in the car dip her burger, yet again, into her chocolate milkshake, as she gulped down what she had in her mouth and prepared to take in yet another overflowing bite.
“Is that good?” Abby muttered with a morbid sense of curiosity. Some people eat to live, other people live to eat, it looked like Amber had become the latter. Amber looked like she needed that calorie-soaked burger more than she needed her next breath of oxygen.
“Umm-hmm.” Amber hummed, not even pausing to offer up a word in response before sinking her teeth into yet another massive fast-food-filled bite. Like before, it looked like she’d managed to fit a whole third of her fattening concoction into her mouth.
Peering away from Amber’s mouth, which had been colored by a mixture of condiments and chocolate milkshake dripping off her burger, Abby’s eyes moved toward Amber’s breasts. Like the rest of her, Amber’s breasts had inflated quite a bit. Normally such a development was one of the few saving graces of getting fat, but in Amber’s case, well… Her larger breasts looked heavy and had certainly lost some of the youthful perkiness Amber had once enjoyed. The pink tank top Amber was wearing looked undersized and inadequate at fully covering the girth of her sister’s chest. Her breasts looked like they were being squeezed to death by the fabric.
Then there was Amber’s gut. The pink tank top only went about as far down as Amber’s belly button, and the grey leggings she’d had pulled up to cover her expansive midriff had long since drifted back down below her waistline, causing her blubbery middle to be completely exposed. Soft and expansive, with some subtle but visible stretch marks along the sides of her mushy love handles, Amber’s round and blobby figure appeared completely devoid of any muscle tone.
Without another word spoken between the two sisters, Amber chewed and swallowed her food and then repeated the process, this time fitting the last of the burger in her mouth. As she chewed and gulped down the first stage of her massive meal, Amber reached for some napkins that were near the center consol of the car and used them to wipe her face, her cleavage, and then her hands. Abby hadn’t been paying attention to see if Amber had dropped something upon her swollen tits, but she must have. Not only had Amber turned into a total fatty over the course of a year, but she’d also turned into a little bit of a slob too. Abby couldn’t believe what she was seeing.
Not skipping a beat, Amber grabbed what remained of her first order of French fries and began scarfing them down in rapid succession. Once the fries had disappeared into Amber’s swelling mid-section, Amber picked up her first milkshake and began gulping it down. She didn’t stop until it was empty. And once it was, Amber opened her mouth, Abby thought she was about to say something, but the only think that came out was a loud and boisterous:
Buuuuurrrrppp!
“Excuse you.” Abby muttered in awe of what she was witnessing. Amber was out of control. She couldn’t help thinking again, ‘no wonder she got so fat… It’s like she’s been possessed by a sumo wrestler or something…’
“Excuse me.” Amber prattled disingenuously, as she reached for her other double cheeseburger and began unwrapping it awkwardly, before resting it upon her knees. It seemed she was going to try stacking her second helping of French fries upon it like before. Although now, Amber appeared to have some difficulty leaning over, no doubt because of how much food she’d just forced down her throat and into her swelling stomach. It was as like Amber’s midsection was inflating like a beach ball before Abby’s very eyes. Not only was Amber grunting with effort, but she also seemed to be short of breath, simply from trying to prepare her food.
Deciding to offer Amber a piece of friendly fat-girl advice, Abby broke the silence, adding, “Umm, it might be easier to lean back and rest the burger on your belly, rather than trying to lean forward and hold your legs together.”
Pausing to look at her pregnant sister to see if her advice was genuine or a dig of some kind, Amber decided Abby was being sincere and took her advice without any verbal acknowledgement. Picking up the wrapper with her burger and fries on it, Amber leaned back, and rested the food upon her large fat blob of a gut. Amber then reached to the side of her seat, pulled a lever, and tilted it back a little further allowing her to lean further back and make the belly area where she’d placed her food more level. Reclined as she was, Abby was given an even better view of her sister’s burgeoning double chin and rapidly bloating gut. Amber’s belly was looking a little bottom heavy before she started eating, but now it was looking a bit more even. The upper portion of Amber’s gut was stretching outward to match the roundness of her lower belly. Her folds of belly fat appeared like they were meshing together into one huge tanker of a stuffed gut.
Resuming her own consumption of her milkshake, Abby watched as Amber slowly and carefully built her French fry tower upon her burger. Before long Amber was ready for round two with the remainder of her meal, but there was a problem, leaning back as she was Amber couldn’t seem to get the lid off of her second milkshake. Her position made it that her belly and breasts obscured her vision. So, Amber complained, “Can you… give me a hand?”
Looking down at what Amber was trying to do, Abby muttered, unable to contain a small smirk, “Sure.”
In an instant Abby put her milkshake down and got the lid off of Amber’s. Thinking she was done, Abby went to reach back for her own milkshake, but Amber stopped her.
“Would you mind holding it for me?” Amber asked, as Abby once again agreed out of reflex.
“Sure.” Abby muttered. The next thing she knew she was holding the chocolate milkshake upward, so her fatter sister didn’t have to strain herself to reach it.
Despite eating so much already, Amber’s pace of consumption did not appear slower the second time around. The observation caused Abby to wonder and speculate just how normal a meal like this was for Amber nowadays. If it even was a meal. Amber had to weigh at least 300 pounds; this amount of food could just be a snack for her. If it was a snack for Amber then it was obvious her sister’s massive growth wasn’t finished, not by a long shot, but only time would tell in that regard.
A large first bite was followed up by an even larger second bite and a slightly smaller third bite. Amber just seemed like she was content to stare off into space and gulp down anything she could get her hands on. With an appetite like that, if Amber wanted, she had a potential career as a competitive eater ahead of her. The third bite ended up being the smallest because Amber had simply run out of burger to stuff into her mouth. She clearly wasn’t eating to enjoy the flavor or savor what she was eating. Eating as she was could only mean one thing, Amber had grown accustomed to being full and when she wasn’t full, she wasn’t content. Grabbing some napkins and cleaning herself up as before, Amber then finished off her fries and her milkshake before Abby even finished her first.
“Wow.” Was all Abby could say having witnessed her sister really chowing down.
Leaned back in the driver’s seat, with her hands gripping onto the sides of her swollen gut, Amber growled, her voice sounding congested from all the grease she’d just consumed, “Ugh… Wow what?”
“I can’t believe you ate all that.” Abby admitted still feeling a little astonished. Amber’s swelling gut appeared to be continuing its bloated expansion. Its roundness and tautness now much more closely resembled Abby’s own belly.
“It wasn’t that much.” Amber replied dismissively. She was seriously trying to downplay how much she’d just ate, but her words only made Abby more astonished.
‘If that wasn’t that much for Amber, I wonder how much would be?” Abby thought to herself, as Amber seemed to brace herself for something.
Buuuurrrpp!
“Gross. Give me a little warning next time.” Abby complained waving her hand in front of her face even though she didn’t smell anything.
“Shut up. Your burps are way worse than mine.” Amber argued. Spiteful until the end.
Wanting to change the subject rather than bicker, Abby replied, “So, did you know that girl?”
“What girl?” Amber muttered looking confused.
“The Dairy Queen girl?” Abby probed, as Amber suddenly avoided eye contact.
“I. Don’t. Want. To. Talk. About. It.” Amber stammered sounding a little unstable.
“Okay okay! Moody.” Abby sighed rolling her eyes and giving up on getting any answers from Amber regarding her little freak out fleeing Dairy Queen. Looking over her sister, Abby just watched as the fattened former fitness freak crumbled up her various wrappers and rolled them into a big ball.
“Here.” Amber said, offering her sister her ball of trash.
“What do you want me to do with it?” Abby grunted just about ready to pull her pregnancy card for the billionth time today.
“Put it in your cup holder. On the car door.” Amber told her sister.
“Why don’t you just put it in yours?” Abby questioned not wanting to move.
“I can’t reach.” Amber motioned demonstrating an inability to bend at her supremely stuffed waist. Her thick blubbery ball of belly fat appeared even more plump and girthy than it had earlier in the day, all that food was sinking in.
“Wow.” Abby muttered marveling at the size of Amber’s exposed gut. She couldn’t resist extending her hand, which was cold from holding her milkshake, and resting it upon the apex of Amber’s girthy gut.
“Can you not?” Amber complained too over-encumbered to physically try and push Abby’s hand off of her, “I just ate too much. That’s all.”
“You’ve been doing a lot of that recently huh?” Abby teased, pressing her hand against Amber’s tummy. Amber’s flesh was soft, but under a couple inches of fat lard, it was clear that there was now a firmness to Amber’s mushy center thanks to how much she’d just overeaten. The girl’s belly was packed full.
“Clearly I’m not the only one.” Amber fired back reaching for her sister’s belly and giving her a weak nudge.
“Umm, pregnant.” Abby countered with a smile, taking her hand off Amber’s belly and cradling her own.
Rolling her eyes, Amber sighed with a little growing frustration, “What’s your excuse going to be a year from now? Two years from now?”
“Hopefully pregnant again. And again.” Abby giggled loving seeing Amber subtly raging out in such a helpless state. Amber used to be relentless with teasing her about her weight, now that Amber was the fatter sister, she didn’t have a thick leg to stand on in an argument like this.
“Whatever.” Amber spat, rolling her eyes, and cradling her fattened gut, “Are you ready to head home? I could use a nice nap. I feel a food coma coming on.”
Glancing at the car’s digital clock, Abby was quick to respond, “No! Not yet! But maybe in like… 15 minutes?”
“Why?” Amber hummed sounding slightly suspicious.
“I’m just really craving something else right now.” Abby lied before amending her statement, “I mean, the baby is craving something else right now.”
“Yeah, keep blaming it on the baby.” Amber replied in snarky nature, “What does ‘the baby’ want?”
Thinking fast, Abby looked out the window and muttered, “Donuts.”
“Hmm, no wonder.” Amber hummed in a snide fashion.
“No wonder what?” Abby huffed, not liking her sister’s tone.
“No wonder you gained so much weight during your pregnancy.” Amber pointed out, “That baby of yours has such a sweet tooth.”
“Shut up. You’re one to talk. I’m pregnant. I’m supposed to be gaining weight. What’s your excuse?” Abby fired back with a pinch to the side of Amber’s mushy love handle.
Amber was about to mention her birth control issues, but suddenly an invasive thought broke through to the forefront of her mind, ‘My campers fed me in my sleep!’
‘No! No… That’s not possible. Just like those stupid voodoo rumors… Not possible.’ Amber internally corrected herself while struggling to articulate a proper response to her sister. Abby had already shot down her birth control excuse, so Amber was preparing to blame her bad influence of a boyfriend for her weight woes this year.
“You know what, don’t even start.” Abby continued, before Amber had a chance to even voice her excuse, “Just pull into the drive through. We are already here.”
“Fine.” Amber breathed a sigh of relief not wanting to have to debate about her substantial increase in weight this year any longer, “What do you want?”
“I don’t know. I’m kind of in the mood for a bunch of different flavors.” Abby thought out loud, as Amber turned the car back on and pulled out of her parking spot, “Maybe we could do a random assortment of a dozen?”
“You want a dozen donuts??” Amber echoed sounding clearly judgmental, as she pulled into the drive-thru lane and pulled up to the speaker.
“I just want to sample them, I’ll have a bite or two of each, that’s it. I’m not going to eat a dozen full donuts. That would be nuts.” Abby prattled back trying to save face.
“I wouldn’t put it past you.” Amber teased before rolling down her window and placing the order for her sister. Abby was a little annoyed Amber was giving her grief about her order, especially after having made such a massive pig of herself mere minutes ago in the very car they were still sitting in.
Once they paid for the donuts and received them, Amber felt it was time to start driving home, so that’s exactly what she started doing.
“Oh my gosh these smell sooo good! Don’t you think?” Abby enthused, ripping a bite sized portion of a glazed donut off and popping it into her mouth with glee.
“Whatever.” Amber huffed, turning out onto the street outside of the Dunkin Donuts.
“Want some?” Abby chirped with her mouth full.
“I ate enough earlier. I’m fine.” Amber shook her head, while keeping her eyes on the road.
“Come on, you know you want some.” Abby hummed, taunting her sister by holding the glazed donut right near Amber’s mouth.
“I don’t need any.” Amber growled trying to ignore her sister’s silly and annoying antics. However, the smell of the donut was getting to the former Queen of cabin nine. Her mouth started to water in anticipation, she couldn’t stop herself from licking her lips. Abby saw this weakness as a victory and kept pushing.
“Come on, don’t make me eat alone. Pull over somewhere. Let’s share!” Abby urged, continuing to dangle the donut in front of her sister’s mouth. She could feel Amber’s resistance weakening. It was only a matter of time before she quit resisting and gave into her inner fatty she’d clearly been nourishing all year.
“Is this why Darrel is looking chubby? You’ve been guilting him into putting on some sympathy weight?” Amber accused trying to use her words to keep her hormonal sister at bay.
“Maybe, come on. Eat with me.” Abby replied, continuing to pester Amber.
“I’m not going to eat with you just to make you feel less guilty. Leave me alone. We seriously just ate. I don’t need any more food, let alone donuts. Those are just empty calories.” Amber protested, as her stomach growled with yearning.
“So what? We’re already fat, what are a couple of more donuts going to do?” Abby replied questioning her sister’s resistance with her patience quickly evaporating. It was becoming tiring to hold her chubby arm up.
“It’s a slippery slwop!” Amber began to say, as Abby stuffed what remained of her glazed donut into her sister’s mouth while it was wide open mid-sentence. Her arm had simply exhausted its ability to remain upright. It was either feed Amber or give up. Abby wasn’t a fan of giving up.
Amber could have done many things, but demonstrating that she’d lost all self-control, she simply chewed the donut and swallowed it. She didn’t like Abby force feeding her like that, but she had to admit that the donut tasted good and made her tastebuds happy.
“Now you are going to eat these with me like a good girl. Whether you want to or not. Pull over.” Abby ordered, as Amber complied, this time pulling into a gas station and parking as quickly as she could.
Swallowing her first donut, Amber put the car in park and muttered a snapping sounding, “Happy?”
“Yes.” Abby smiled, pulling off a bite of what looked like a Boston cream donut and moving the rest of the donut toward her sister’s lips, “Now open up or this one’s going right in your face.”
“Ookaa…mmpf!” Amber was trying to obey, as Abby didn’t let her finish her word. Like before, Amber chewed the donut, savored the taste, swallowed it and then complained, “Stop doing that!”
“Make me.” Abby challenged, ripping off a bite of what appeared to be a simple chocolate frosted donut and bringing the rest of it to Amber’s mouth. Amber lifted up her beefy arms to try and stop Abby, but she was too slow and too weak. As her sister fed her another practically full donut, Amber gulped it down and rested her hands upon her supremely rounded gut. She felt like a gigantic blob, her considerably thick fat was oozing outward everywhere. Even sitting in place, she was practically huffing and puffing just because of how full she was increasingly feeling.
“Abby, please.” Amber protested too full, weak, and helpless to do anything else.
“I don’t want to hear it. Just shut up and eat with me.” Abby ordered not letting her sister off the hook.
With her resistance stunted with each additional donut Abby shoved down her throat, Amber fell into a trance of sorts, an eating trance. She began eating like she was hypnotized, but the truth of the matter was that she fell into this zone thanks to weekly subliminal training from Bobby. He always rewarded her for being gluttonous and submissive, even outside of the bedroom, the newfound habits stuck, sort of like all the excess fat Amber had piled onto her figure this year.
“F*ck…” Amber muttered once all twelve donuts had disappeared into her belly and Abby’s.
“Really hit the spot, didn’t it?” Abby hummed sounding satisfied.
“No…” Amber muttered weakly, beyond stuffed. Her belly had swollen to the point that it practically reached the steering wheel again. She needed to move the driver’s seat back another notch. A little embarrassed but trying not to show it, Amber wrapped her plump arms around her belly, almost protectively, and looked over at Abby, trying to provoke some sympathy, "My belly has gotten soooo big. I feel like I’m going to burst…”
Buuurrrppp!
Abby just laughed, ignoring Amber’s plea for sympathy. Then she looked at the time, and replyed, “You’ll be fine. Now drive me back home, I want to lay down.”
“Huff can you give me a minute? I need to let some of this food digest before I do anything else.” Amber weakly muttered looking completely spent even though the only thing she’d done all day was sit on her ballooning ass, stuff her face, and let Bobby pleasure her.
“Okay. Five minutes. That’s it. Then we need to get home.” Abby compromised, as Amber let out a sigh of relief, took in a big breath and closed her eyes.
Any sugar rush Amber might be feeling quickly ran its course and the warm comforting feeling of a satiated food coma took over. It didn’t take long for Amber to drift into a little nap, as Abby watched with disbelief the way Amber’s incredibly bloated gut expanded and contracted with every slumbering breath. It was surreal her sister had fattened up so tremendously. Even feeling like a blimp herself, compared to Amber, Abby felt a little better about her pregnancy weight gain.
As Amber’s sister, Abby was enjoying the new dynamic she and Amber were forming. The power in their interactions now firmly lay with her, Amber had lost her aura of fit superiority. However, as a medical professional, Abby had to admit that Amber’s out of control appetite concerned her. Amber wasn’t just overeating, she seemed addicted, stuffing her face out of habit rather than any need for sustenance or nourishment. On the one hand, Abby felt her sister’s weight wasn’t her problem, she wasn’t her primary care physician after all, but on the other, after literally stuffing Amber silly in an effort to stall for time and watching how easy it was to tempt Amber into eating way too much, Abby felt slightly guilty.
‘Or maybe it’s just the pregnancy hormones getting to me?’ Abby thought to herself, as she used her hand to tickle Amber’s double-chin, and softly spoke, “Wakey wakey Amber.”
Frowning, Amber kept her eyes shut and ignored her. So, Abby placed her hand on Amber’s tremendous gut and gave her sister a hearty shake to snap her out of her food-induced stupor.
“Oof… Not so rough…” Amber pouted opening her eyes, “Are my five minutes up already?”
“Afraid so.” Abby replied, before softly ordering, “Now take me home, the baby’s not comfortable with me sitting like this.”
“Okay.” Amber sighed, as she got the car started and let out a pretty big yawn.
“You awake?” Abby questioned, while Amber nodded in response.
“I’m awake.” Amber assured her, as she pulled out of the parking spot and got back on the road.
Unlike the drive to Dairy Queen, the drive home was quiet. Abby kept an eye on Amber and studied her. As they turned onto their parents’ street, Abby could tell a ton of extra cars were parked on the side of the road, but it appeared Amber didn’t pay this unusual fact any attention. Amber didn’t even say anything when they pulled into the driveway. It was Abby who spoke first.
“Hey sis, do you mind helping me out of the car?” Abby asked, cradling her belly, as Amber sighed.
Putting her hands on her own swollen belly, Amber grunted, “How about you help me? You just made me eat a dozen donuts. I’m stuffed.”
“Come on, I’m pregnant.” Abby urged not wanting to put all her effort into getting out of the car on her own.
“Seriously, I’m too full to move. Even if I wanted to help you, it’s not going to happen.” Amber exaggerated, not giving in.
“I’ll help you on one condition.” Abby replied before pausing to see if Amber was interested. Judging from the look on her chubby face, she was, so Abby continued, “Tell me the truth about how you and Bobby met, and I’ll help you.”
“No.” Amber shook her head stubbornly.
“Fine. Tell me what was up with you and that Dairy Queen worker then.” Abby countered, as Amber seemed even less pleased.
“Alright, I’ll tell you how I met Bobby. We didn’t meet at a party… After I went back to college after last summer, things were… different. I was the chubby one of the group. The fat friend. Guys ignored me, girls made fun of me behind my back. Honestly the petty judgments and insults weren’t as bad as people who felt the need to give me advice on how to get back in shape. As if I didn’t know how to lose weight or get fit… I would look at myself in the mirror and feel like I was in somebody else’s body, living somebody else’s shitty life. I kept telling myself I’d work the weight off. I kept telling myself I’d go to the gym, but I just felt so self-conscious… I met Bobby at the gym, the first time I went all semester. It was a struggle, and Bobby offered to help me out. He was cute so I played dumb and pretended like I didn’t know what I was doing with exercise or nutrition. I’d been having such bad luck with guys since the summer, it felt nice to have such an attractive person’s attention. I thought I wasn’t beautiful anymore because of all the weight I gained, I thought I’d never be able to attract someone like Bobby… but I did. He was tall and fit… and he thought I was sexy. He didn’t even bat an eye when I showed him a before and after photo of me, he just made a move and kissed me… the rest is history. He liked me big, and the gym was such a pain, we just decided to have as much fun as possible during our senior year. And it was fun. Really fun. And… fattening.” Amber trailed off, as her hands rested on her swollen belly and her thoughts dwelled on the boyfriend who constantly enabled her worst food habits. She’d been considering ditching him for the sake of reclaiming her formerly fit figure, for months now, but she could never bring herself to do it.
“Oh my gosh… You’re in love.” Abby gushed much to Amber’s irritation.
“I am not!” Amber protested, blushing profusely.
“Whatever you say.” Abby smiled satisfied with the truth, “You should see the way your face lights up when you talk about him.”
“Look, a deal is a deal. Help me. Okay?” Amber urged, as Abby nodded.
Opening up her car door, Abby slowly lumbered her legs out of the car and carefully slid her weight upon her feet. With one hand on the car like a crutch, Abby waddled over to Amber’s car door and offered her stuffed and immobilized sister a hand up.
The effects of Amber’s appetite were obvious upon the first three failed attempts to help her out of the driver’s seat. Amber’s colossal belly and butt anchored her in place. Her belly was spilling out over the hem of her pants, her arms were like big mushy pillows. In her stuffed state, even with Abby’s help, Amber was losing her fight against gravity.
“Come on, quit fooling around! It’s hot out here!” Amber huffed, beginning to sweat.
“I’m trying my best, you’re too heavy!” Abby grunted reaching her limit, “I’ll go get Bobby.”
“Fine, just hurry up.” Amber sighed, waving her hands and trying to cool her face down.
Amber watched as her sister waddled slowly inside. Before long, Bobby emerged from the house and trotted toward her, looking so light on his feet.
“Abby said you needed help.” Bobby chirped, as his eyes lingered upon the swollen state of his overweight girlfriend, “Wow. How much did you eat?”
“Too much.” Amber muttered, extending her hands for Bobby to grab.
“Mhh. That’s my girl.” Bobby hummed, as he helped pull Amber out of the car and onto her unsteady feet. As Amber tried to find her balance, she whipped the sweat off her forehead. Perhaps, prompting Bobby to say, “You look so hot.”
“Hot? Or… Hot?” Amber raised an eyebrow seeking validation.
“Well, both.” Bobby shrugged, before leaning in towards Amber’s ear and whispering, “But I meant sexy.”
“Hmhm!” Amber was unable to stop herself from giggling. Seeking comfort in Bobby’s arms, she whispered to her boyfriend, “You wanna cuddle after I take a cool shower to refresh myself?”
“I’d love to.” Bobby smiled warmly, offering Amber his hand.
Grabbing it, Amber let Bobby lead her toward the front door of the house. He even opened it for her once she got there. And when Amber took a step inside, she was greeted with a loud chorus of familiar voices cheering:
“SURPRISE!!!”