Chapter 43 - a married man

It was a hot summer’s day when Mike’s wedding took place. Marie hadn’t really understood why they had been invited. She still hadn’t properly forgiven him for all that he had done, despite sympathising with his situation. However, just as Laura had said, it was clear that Mike had very few people in his life to invite to such an occasion. His existence had been awash with meaningless connections and brief romances. Laura and Marie were the only people who understood all that he had been through. Why wouldn’t he want to stay in touch?

Two years older and significantly fatter, Mike looked almost whale-like in his enormous wedding suit. Real love clearly suited him. The smile across his round face was almost uncontained, despite the disapproving looks from certain members of his new wife’s family.

Laura remembered meeting the bride twice before. Just like all of Mike’s girlfriends, she’d been outstandingly beautiful. Three of her fit, athletic sisters stood in line; testament to the sort of woman she had once been. Now Becky had been completely transformed; almost unrecognisable. Her belly had clearly blossomed and ballooned over time, becoming the enormous beach ball that it was today. Her neck had disappeared, as had any definition or body tone in her arms or legs; engulfed now in fat. She spoke with adoration for her new husband, who blushed at the top table; overcome with emotion. Then, when she sat down to eat her dessert, it was clear that she would soon be surpassing her husband’s enormous size with ease. The girl knew how to eat like a pig.

“I told you there would be good food here today,” Laura smiled at her greedy girlfriend beside her. Even now, Marie was still a fine specimen of a woman. Unlike Becky, she hadn’t simply developed a large belly, but had packed fat onto her entire frame. Her butt had widened and her legs had swollen, as if building her up to carry a staggering amount of weight on top. A large double chin framed her face but did not detract from her pretty features. Her chest had been broadened, with fat filling her breasts and spilling under her arms, pushing her elbows out to make her appear even more of a monstrously big girl than she already was. It was like camouflage for the huge belly that was almost hidden beneath it; deceptively big and soft, yet with so many more pounds of pure fat to be added to it. Laura knew that Marie had hit the genetics jackpot, as it became more and more apparent just how gargantuan she could continue to grow.

“Are you having fun?” Marie asked kindly, reaching under the table to lovingly rub Laura’s knee.

Laura smiled and nodded back. Being so much shorter, she was already round like a ball. Fat had swallowed up every part of her. In the sticky heat of the day, she could feel sweat between her rolls of blubber; yet her mouth watered hungrily and the desire to overindulge still ruled her every moment.

Her dress, her bra and underwear, they were all special, humungous sizes, ordered weeks in advance. Yet, the thrill of feeling them tighten was all she could think about. She knew that people stared. She could tell that she disgusted them at times. But none of it mattered. On the contrary, it all encouraged her and filled her brain as she stuffed, alongside Marie, at two in the morning, without fail. Chairs had buckled under her weight and she’d burst through more blouses and pants than she could count. She knew that she would have to slow down one day. But, not today. Never today.

“Mike looks happy,” Laura nodded as the first dance got underway; two blissfully-content fat people waddling along to something slow and cheesy.

“I just wish they would hurry up and cut the cake!” Marie grumbled impatiently.

Laura chuckled, glancing over at the ginormous five-tier cake in the corner. She’d been thinking exactly the same thing.

Several more people slipped onto the dancefloor; Becky’s beautiful, athletic sisters taking their boyfriends up for some fun. “Do you ever wish you still looked like that?” Laura asked, pointing at one of the especially toned sisters, filling her figure-hugging dress admirably well with her enviable physique. “Who knows where you would have been now if Mike hadn’t come into your life.”

Marie took advantage of the loud music and let off a large burp. Beer always made her gassy. “Do I wish I looked like that?” she asked in disgust. “Absolutely not!” she laughed. “Granted, it’s not always an easy life, but it’s a hot one!” she grinned, reaching across to rub Laura’s huge tummy. “And I know, when I go to bed tonight, I’ll be sleeping with my beautiful, fat pig; the one who understands me better than anyone else in the whole world. I can lie in bed, playing with her fat rolls and jiggling her blubber, and have mine played with in return. Every day I’m in heaven!”

Grinning back, Laura didn’t mind in the slightest that people were staring. She could sense the lust in Marie’s voice and knew that they would be heading straight up to bed as soon as they had stuffed themselves with as much of the free wedding cake as they could get their hands on.

“What about you?” Marie asked playfully, rubbing along the strained stitching of Laura’s dress.

Laura gazed into the eyes of the only woman she had ever loved, knowing that they would be together for the rest of their lives. They didn’t need a huge wedding like this, a fancy house, or a flashy car to prove themselves to the world. Happiness was all that mattered. And in that sense, they were the richest people on Earth.

“No regrets,” Laura smiled back.

She glanced over at Mike, finally heading over to cut the huge cake, and felt the saliva starting to build up in her mouth.

“No regrets at all.”