by Toby » Wed Oct 23, 2019 7:03 pm
Part 4
The outlet mall that had Beefy Stu’s Mongolian Bowls was a bit busier than the Steins had anticipated, so Frank had to park a little ways out. Mayra huffed as she fought her skirt across the parking lot.
“Ugh...” she groaned as she adjusted the waistband for the upteenth time. “I know I’ve put on a few, but damn, I’m about to blow this skirt. You could have mentioned this thing was so tight this morning, big guy.”
Frank barely registered what she said, focusing more on the size of her ass and how much he wanted to yank that piece of cloth down and take her. Though they had both walked at a brisk pace, Frank was not feeling the effect. His legs felt like they were getting into a warm-up, rather than having to haul his mass.
But, he managed a response. “It just looked so damn good on you this morning. I had to see it for the rest of the day.”
“Uh-huh. Thankfully,” Mayra huffed, “Stu’s is right here.” She waved an arm in the direction of a corner shop. She failed to notice the slight jiggle of her upper arm as she did so, but it did not escape Frank’s attention. He noted every jiggle and sway of her plumped body on the drive over.
The restaurant was moderately packed, but they caught a lucky break and were able to immediately start loading bowls. Stu’s only offered one bowl size, but it was all-you-could-eat, custom Mongolian. Three different noodle types and a variety of toppings, plus a whole section devoted to all kinds of different sauces allowed for any body to come in and make what they wanted. Frank saw Mayra wipe just a bit of saliva from the corner of her mouth.
Mayra loaded up a bowl of thin lo mein, then covered it in as many meats as she could physically put into the bowl, then tried some vegetables. The bowl was five inches in diameter and three deep, and somehow Mayra managed to make a sphere of food stay in her bowl. She loaded it up with teriyaki and soy sauces, claiming she did not want any heat to be dealing with at work later. Frank, for his part, was much more modest in his portion, but opted for the spicier General Tso’s sauce.
Soon, they were up to Beefy Stu. He was a stout Asian-American, barely five-ten, and weighed more than Frank. He was standing at the big, circular flattop station at the end of the buffet line. He had his traditional blacks on, but a white chef hat sat crookedly on his bald head. His jowly face lit up when he saw Mayra.
“Hiya, girlfriend! Been a hot minute. Where’s your gal pal?” he asked in a high, chipper voice.
“Oh, I came with my husband this time. Stu, this is Frank. Frank, Stu,” she said as she handed over her bowl.
“Ah, the enigmatic husband Frank. Heard a lot about you from this one,” Stu said as he dumped the contents onto the sizzling hot flat top.
Frank was a bit puzzled and he did his best to roll with it. Handing Stu his own bowl, he said, “Yes, you too. Mayra insisted we come here for lunch.” That was mostly the truth and he assumed he would have heard more about Stu, had things progressed naturally.
“Did she now? Well, in that case, this one’s on me. Though, I should be careful. Your wife has developed quite the appreciation for my cooking.” Frank caught the hint of a sparkle in the cook’s squinted eyes, while Mayra’s honey complexion deepened with a shade of red.
“Oh, shut up, Stu. If you didn’t make the best Mongolian bowls in the area of the station, my skirts wouldn’t feel like their cutting me two.” She readjusted the waistband around her hip again. She had completely filled out her blouse as well, Frank noticed. Poor Mayra looked poured into her outfit. Or, more importantly, like she was about to pop out of it. But Frank had not pieced that together.
Stu let out a genuine belly laugh, his forefront bouncing up and down. “Sure. Voted best Mongolian restaurant, three years running. My cooking and the cookie place across the way. You’d be quite slim and trim if Val hadn’t brought you in here a year ago.”
Stu quickly mixed up their ingredients and, in what felt like no time, Frank and Mayra had two steaming piles of food in front of them at a table by one of the glass walls. Mayra had been right, Stu could definitely make some damn good Mongolian.
“So,” Mayra said after a bite or two, “I saw you coming out Matt’s office. What did he want?”
Frank noticed the bit of heat she added at the end of her question and knew there was no way he was going to tell her what that dirt bag said about her. “Oh, umm...” he stammered as he tried to think of a plausible reason. “He… was just wanting to know what we were going as to the party tomorrow. I told him as the Frankenstein monsters again.”
Mayra nodded as she chewed. “Well, I’ve got some news today. That bastard is looking to demote me. So I needed to be sure he wasn’t giving you any grief. After everything,” she said, taking another large bite. She seemed to be picking up the pace in her anger. Swallowing, she started again. “After everything I’ve done for this channel, and for him, just because I’ve gotten a bit chubby.” She slapped one of her thighs and a frown came across her beautiful face. “Well, maybe a bit more than that.”
Her mood soured and she dug in with greater gusto. Conversation paused as the two ate. Frank was not sure how to cheer up his wife and he pondered that as he watched her eat and admired her form. He particularly loved the way her hips spread out beneath her to the edges of the chair and the way her starter potbelly rested in her plump lap.
Soon, his bowl was empty and his appetite was sated. His wife, on the other hand, leaned back in her chair, patted her food baby, sighed, and asked, “You feeling like seconds?”
That got Frank’s attention. Mayra had never ever wanted seconds, even if she really liked the food. She was always claiming, “The camera already adds ten pounds. I don’t need to add them for it.” This Mayra, however, was ten pounds heavier than when they had been at the station. Frank did not know that his wife was less than a literal stone’s throw away from the big two hundred mark and he decided now might be a good time to mention the change in her attitude.
“I thought you tried to avoid having seconds? After what Silver…?” he asked cautiously.
Mayra shrugged. The movement did wonderful things to her ripening chest. “First, fuck him. And, yeah, well, try as I might, my hunger has been getting to me. I would die of embarrassment if my stomach growled while we were on the air, so best to keep the beast fed.” She smiled over at him and placed a hand on his hand, just like she had a breakfast this morning. Only it was not quite as dainty as it had been this morning.
“Besides, I don’t hear you complaining about there being a little extra cushion for the pushin’, dear.”
Frank’s manhood swelled in his slacks again at her touch and the thought of getting all of this new Mayra on top of him. He coughed as if to clear his throat and smoothed his crazy hair again. He could feel his own cheeks turning red and chuckled. “Well… no… of course not. It would be impolite of me to say anything.”
Mayra giggled. “That’s what I thought. Now, I’m getting seconds, then we can go.” She gave a slight grunt and heaved herself out of her chair.
Frank could not keep his eyes of his chubby wife as she made her way through the line a second time. Everything about her outfit screamed that she needed to start buying a size up; from the way her love handles and belly pulled the blouse skintight even after she pulled it out of the skirt to the way her ass demanded attention with its prominent panty lines. As she scooped more food into a bowl, her little belly inched out over the counter top. It got Frank thinking about this morning’s conversation and steeled himself to have the conversation once she got back to the table.
He listened to Mayra and Stu talk as she waited for her second bowl to grill up.
“So, how’s Dave?” she asked.
Stu chuckled. “Running his ass off, like usual. But, I can’t complain. One of us should be fit and it works for him. I’m just the big panda bear.”
Mayra chuckled with him and put a hand on her wide hip. “Well, that’s great to hear. He doing the Children’s Five-K next week?”
Stu nodded as he stirred up Mayra’s food. “Yep. I was surprised that you weren’t doing it this year. What’s up with that?”
Mayra half-smiled and fidgeted with the waistband again. “Oh… you know, just got a little busy this year. Next year, I’ll be there.”
Stu shot a glance over to Frank, then leaned over the serving counter back toward Mayra and whispered something. Mayra smiled and looked over at Frank too, who looked hurriedly away. Both Stu and Mayra giggled, like schoolgirls. Then Stu got Mayra’s food back to her and she headed back to their table.
“See anything you like?” she said as she plopped down. Her breasts bounced against the tight confines of her bra. She had a sly smile on her face and a devious twinkle in her eyes.
Frank coughed uncomfortably again. “Well… uhh… yeah?” he asked nervously.
Mayra laughed again. “It’s always so great to mess with you.” She started in on her second helping, giving Frank a moment to collect his thoughts. A waiter came by and refilled their drinks.
“So,” he said after a moment, “I was thinking about our conversation this morning.”
Mayra held up a finger as she slurped down a large piece of pork and lo mein. It took her moment, but finally she was able to get out, “Whaf confershion?”
Frank steeled himself and said, “When we could start trying for a baby.”
Mayra nodded in understanding and finished her bite. “Oh… that.” She set her utensils down and took a breath. “Look, Frank, right now just isn’t a good time. I need to get off the chopping block and the best way to do that is get my appetite under control. I know what I said a moment ago about Matt and having seconds, but the fact is, I’ve gained fifty-five pounds since last summer and it can’t continue.”
Mayra could see the look of hurt on Frank’s face and tried to ease the pain. “Look, I’m not saying never, alright? After the holidays, I’m going on a significant diet and, more than likely, I’m going to try to find work at one of the other stations. Give me the year to get all of those ducks in a line, then we can come back to this discussion, okay?”
Frank nodded, dejected again. He could see there was no point in fighting her on it. “Yeah, I guess that can work,” he said finally with varying levels of heat and rejection in his voice.
Mayra opened her mouth to say something else, but could see that continuing would just make her husband feel worse about it. She went back to her food and waited for Frank to come back around.
It took a while, but they eventually got back to having a good time together. Soon, Mayra’s second plate was gone and she leaned back again. Her stomach looked huge and bloated from the two heavy meals she had stuffed into it. The checkered squares across her belly and love handles had become distorted from being stretched so taut.
“Oookay,” she finally muttered as she glanced at her phone. “Let me just digest this, then get me back to the station. I’ve got a story or two to go over before the evening news.”
“Sure,” Frank said. His eyes zeroed in on the sliver of caramel-colored flesh that was peeking out over the waistband of her skirt. He could feel how badly he wanted his wife to come home instead, but knew that was would not be the case. He waved the server down to ask for the receipt, but the young woman just shook her head.
“Stu said not to charge you,” she answered bubbly.
Frank nodded, then pulled out his wallet and handed her a twenty. “As a tip then. For your service.”
The server’s blue eyes lit up and she discreetly took the money while mouthing, “Thank you.” Frank gave a consolatory bow of his head.
Mayra smiled at Frank as the server walked away. “That was good of you.”
Frank shrugged. “We could afford it. She can’t.”
Mayra nodded once, then started to remove herself from her chair. However, as she twisted to the right to leverage herself up, her poor skirt gave up the fight against her widening body.
POP! POP! SHREEE!
Mayra’s right hand flew to her hip and her pudgy face went beet red. “Oh, God...” she whispered. She clamped her hand down over her plump hip and shot an embarrassed look toward Frank. He, for his part, was looking back at her with as stoic of a look as possible. He had heard the rip and did not want his wife to see him laughing at her.
“Frank,” she whispered urgently. “We need to go shopping before I go back to the station. I just ripped my skirt.” She stood up cautiously, her hand still clamped around her hip. Even so, the rip had traveled down quite a way, which left about two inches of deeply tanned thigh.
“We really need to leave,” she said as she hustled as quick as she dared toward the exit.
Frank hefted himself up, feeling his own belly bounce and moved to catch up. Just not too fast. He was enjoying the view. Mayra’s plump behind jostled and swayed as her thighs quaked with every footfall.
“I can’t believe I split my skirt,” she said in a hushed voice. Her face was beet red, though it was tough to tell if it was from embarrassment or exertion. “I know this skirt was tight this morning, but shit, this is too much. I know I said after the holidays, but fuck that.” She turned into the entrance of a Lane Bryant. “I’m having to shop here. But not for long.”
She marched into the store and went directly for the dresses section, with Frank following diligently behind. Mayra rifled through some short-sleeved sheath dresses, muttering about not being able to wear something too loose. She huffed as she grabbed a floral size twelve and made a direct path for the changing rooms.
Frank, not wanting to look like a mook, started glancing at other outfits in the store. He was at it for a couple of minutes until he felt his phone vibrating in his pocket. Going around his belly, he got it out and saw that the caller was Mayra.
“Yes?” he answered.
A loud huff came across the other end. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I need you to find a fourteen of this dress. I can’t get this one over my hips. And I need you to do it quickly, Frank. I need to get back pronto.”
“Okay, okay, let me find it,” he said as he ambled back over to the dress section. However, either Mayra hung up on him or the call was dropped, because there was no response. Sighing, he stuffed the phone back into his pocket and dug into the section.
However, the dress at the very front caught his eye. Same style as the one Mayra had pulled, but a massively different size. Curiosity got the better of him and he looked at the tag. It read back as a twenty-six. Frank pulled it from the rack and held it out at arm’s length.
“Man, if she had been eating like today since we got married, she’d easily be wearing this. Or, perhaps, even outgrowing it,” he thought strongly. He could almost imagine his wife stretching this dress out to its limit.
She stood before him with a completely round face, thick upper arms, heavy breasts, a bi-folding gut, with a set of wide hips and thick as tree thighs to support her. He wanted to take this fat beauty, strip her down, and have wild animal sex with her. His dick responded by causing a near-painful shrinkage in his boxers. That brought him out of his daydream and he shook his head. “Dude, you’ve got to get it together,” he thought as he put the dress back and continued his search.
Unfortunately, he came up empty for a size fourteen. the next smallest size available was a sixteen. He hoped she would not look to closely at the tag and hustled over to the changing room to switch out the dresses.
A few minutes later, Mayra came out with another frown on her face. It was obvious the dress was a bit loose up top, but it fit her perfectly in the hips. The hemline fell just to her knees. She came over to him and hurriedly whispered, “How did you know a sixteen would fit?”
Frank shrugged his broad shoulders. “I didn’t, there wasn’t a fourteen available in that style.”
Mayra huffed again, her soft face red from exertion. “Damn… Well, can’t do anything about it now. I’ll just have to have one of the girls take the top in. But I’m not going passed this size. My diet starts tomorrow.” With that, she marched up to the counter to explain why she needed to wear the dress out and to pay for it.
Thankfully, the plus size gal behind the counter, a big bellied brunette named Jessica, was completely understanding. Though, when Mayra asked about their return policy, Jessica had to give some bad news.
“I’m sorry, ma’am, but the sale on this one is final. It’s from our half-off inventory,” she said sheepishly.
Mayra sighed. “No, it’s alright. It’ll be good to keep around. As a reminder.”
The purchase finalized, the plumped reporter and her husband made their way back to the car. But not before Frank took one last glance at that size twenty-six again. Once more, the heavier Mayra was in his mind and he had to shake his head to clear the thought.
“But, man,” he thought as he watched his wife’s actual ass sway side-to-side before him, “it would be something to behold.”
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