Sweet as Pie
BHM/FFA, weight gain, feeding, SFW/non-explicit, medium length
Megan sighed, tossing her phone on the table. One month into quarantine lockdown and she was bored beyond belief. Her usual hobbies were all outdoors based and her body was growing restless. There were only so many yoga poses to do and miles to run on a treadmill.
She wished she could handle it as well as her boyfriend, Ryan. While he had been into sports, he also had an easy time switching to eSport video games. She could hear him yelling at his team to pick up the ball and sighed again, picking up a magazine from the table.
It was one of those "home life" magazines that you never really knew how you got subscribed to it, but the promise of a clutter free home pulled you in. This edition was trying to hype up the summer, promising perfect early summer flowers to plant and perfect patio arrangements.
She lazily flipped through until an article caught her eye. "Start Practicing for Blue Ribbon Pies". It covered the highly competitive world of pie making. She found herself fascinated as she read, an idea taking shape.
"Ryan! I found my new hobby!" She yelled, running into their office that was slowly turning into his gaming room. He paused his screen, and slid his head phones down, turning his chair to grin at her.
"Oh yeah? What is it?"
"What? I mean, sounds like fun, but you don't really eat dessert."
"I know, but you do. Besides, I can practice and hopefully by the time summer rolls around, I'll be ready to enter a competition. This way I can work with my hands, use my creativity, and it's competitive! See? They have ribbons!" She pointed to a printed image of a blue ribbon and wiggled her eyebrows as she grinned at him.
He grinned back at her, her enthusiasm casting him in a warm glow. He was glad to see her back to "normal", and more like herself. The past month had been hard, but more so on her. He was happy to embrace the introverted lifestyle; having run himself thin trying to match her energy. He probably should've been more honest with her, but he had been so infatuated, he had agreed to going hiking before he realized it.
But he hadn’t been too upset, after all the activity helped keep his weight down from his bad eating habits.
"So… what do you say? Will you be my taste tester?"
"Of course. I accept this glorious burden.” He said, leaning back in his chair with his arms wide, as if inviting her to feed him.
"Perfect. I think I can start tomorrow, but it will be pretty basic. I need to start a list…” She muttered, leaving him to continue his game, a smile tugging at his lips.
“Voila! A chocolate cream pie with whipped topping and shaved chocolate on top.” She announced, carrying a pie into the office. He paused his game and eagerly watched as she set it down.
“Mmm… looks delicious.”
“Well, the crust is pre-bought, and the whipped cream is from a tub. But it’s getting there.” She said, carefully cutting a slice for him. Instead of cutting the pie into eighths, she slices it into sixths so that the pieces are bigger and it disappears faster, letting her bake another one sooner.
“Well, it looks great.” He accepts the plate and watches as she pulls out a notebook, flipping it open to the handwritten recipe on the first page.
“So just give me your thoughts, and be critical. No hard feelings.”
“Okay.” He took a bite, carefully chewing before taking a second bite. “The shell, as expected, is a bit bland and soggy.”
“What makes a good crust in your opinion?”
“One that is a bit buttery and flaky, but still tender. It doesn;t subtract from the pie itself, but you could eat it alone and still have flavor.” He watched as she nodded, scribbling down as he wrote. “The pie filling is pretty good. It’s creamy and chocolatey, but it’s not as smooth as it could be. Maybe some of the cream cheese wasn’t mixed in? And some more chocolate taste would be good, but it’s not a huge critique.The whipped topping is okay, but it’s just okay. The chocolate curls are nice though.”
“Okay, so to sum it up: blend better; use real whipped cream; and more chocolate. You know, I heard of people adding coffee to boost the flavor, but the coffee doesn’t come through. I may try that next…” She wrote some more, and passed him another slice for any final thoughts before leaving him and the pie at his desk.
Shrugging, he turned back to his game and loaded up a new match. After a few rounds, he found himself pulling another slice onto his plate and digging in. As the day wore on, and by the time Ryan fell into bed, the pie tin was empty and his belly was rounded out from his effort.
In the dark, Meg rolled into his side, carefully laying her head on his arm and reaching down to rub his belly.
“You did pretty good today. And here I was worried you’d get tired of my new hobby after my first poor attempt.”
“Of course not! And it was good, really good, obviously.”
“Well, thank you for putting up with me. I’ll make a solo run to the store tomorrow. Any requests?”
“We need more ranch, I think.”
“I was talking about pie flavors, silly. I saw the ranch bottle in the trash.”
“Oh, uh… apple sounds good.”
“Easy enough.” She gave his belly one last rub before placing her palm on top of the swollen mound and they slowly fell asleep.
A few months had passed, and many, many pies had wound up in Ryan’s belly. And there was no denying it, he had a belly. While he was no Adonis before, his belly had puffed out and hung over his sweatpants. The scale relayed a 30 pound gain, which made sense considering he had been eating five or six pies a week. Ryan knew he should be worried, but honestly? He still had time before quarantine ended to fix it. It was only July, so hopefully things would be opening soon so Meg could submit her pies in competitions and move on from the hobby. Or maybe just slow it down. But until then, he would keep eating the slices of heaven.
Meg was thrilled with her personal taste tester. She had finally found the perfect pie crust recipe and had gotten it perfected with his help. And he eagerly looked forward to her pie of the day, considering that was usually his way of greeting her as they woke up. She had noticed his belly, but it didn’t bother her the way it would some of her friends. In fact… she kinda liked it. It showed how good of a baker she was and how irresistible he found her pies. So what he got fat? It was quarantine.
July dragged by, and the time for summer festivals and state fairs was closing. Her hope of summertime blue ribbons shifted to fall events, her hope of a return to normalcy keeping her focused.
Today’s pie offering was classic apple, but entirely homemade from scratch. She had found mini pie tins, each the size of two normal slices.
“Alright, get comfy. I have a special one for today. It’s apple pie, but there are varieties.”
“Ooh, I like it. Whatcha got?” His eyes brightened as she laid the four offerings in front of him, naming off each as she set them down.
“First up, caramel apple pie. Instead of a normal pie crust on top, it is a crumble style topping with caramel drizzle.There is also caramel bits in the pie, too.
“Second up is an apple pie with a maple glazed bacon weave top. Because what is more American than bacon and apple pie?
“Third is a bourbon apple pie, served with a honey whipped cream.
“And the last is just plain old apple pie, with homemade ice cream.”
“Damn, Meg. You really outdid yourself.”
“Thank you. Oh, and I have a couple slices of sharp cheddar cheese to try with the classic. I guess it’s pretty big in the midwest?”
“Hmm, I’ll give it a shot but I have my doubts. Alright, want me to start with a certain one?”
“Let’s go caramel apple first.” He pulled the tray closer and inspecting it.
"Definitely like the presentation. It's a good crumble, it breaks apart easy as I scooped into it." He took a bite, carefully chewing. He took a few more bites, before remembering that he was supposed to be helping as she smiled patiently. "Oh, uh… I like the caramel bits inside, it helps keep it from being just caramel on top. I think less of the nutmeg and cinnamon spices would be better, so more caramel comes through. But not bad, overall."
"Okay, that all seems doable. Let's do the bacon next." She turned over the page as he began eating, carefully watching as he ate the whole mini-pie.
"Not bad, I think it's a fun idea but I can feel the fat in my veins from the grease. I think if you were to try it again, I'd do a candied bacon top so it's more crunchy and less chewy. It also might help cut down the grease a bit. The smoke flavor from the bacon can be a bit overwhelming, but that is going to change between different brands. It’s a fun idea, but needs some work."
"Great points. I was a bit worried about the smoke flavor, so next time I’ll do some shopping around for bacon. How do you feel about taste testing that for me?”
"I can already feel the fat piling on. But I’m definitely willing.” He joked, pausing as he remembered he was already fat. He lightly cleared his throat and pulled the bourbon pie closer, critiquing as he ate. “Alright, so, already off the bat: the crust looks amazing. The top is golden and flaky. The whipped cream on its own is amazing. Seriously, wow. The apple mixture is top notch; the slight hint of bourbon really elevates the apples with a warm vanilla flavor. And some filling and whip cream? So freaking good.” He ate through the pie quickly, scrapping the tin for the last bit. Meg only smiled, marking a star on the top right of the page.
“So you’re a fan?”
“Very. I can’t even find anything bad with it.” He said, leaning back with a sigh. He rubbed the side of his belly, not quite full but warm and happy.
“Flatterer. Alright one left and I’ll let you go rest.” She scooted the tin over to him and he gave the same remarks about the crust, to no surprise. He made appreciative noises as he ate the ice cream with some of the pie.
“I mean, it’s good. But it’s just kind of … plain.”
“Maybe we should’ve started with that one.” She laughed, closing her notebook. She stood from their table and kissed his cheek, patting his belly, before heading off to the kitchen with a wink. “Guess I’ll make a full sized bourbon apple pie for your efforts.”
Ryan stood up, feeling pretty full after eating the equivalent of a full pie. The worst part was he knew he would eat another pie by the end of the day, and he was looking forward to it.
The end of summer and fall passed by quickly, still with restrictions in place, but their city was beginning to open for Christmas for small get-togethers. Ryan pushed off dieting in the last five months and was regarding himself in the mirror, another 60 pounds heavier and was just shy of 280 pounds, an almost hundred pound gain since March. He poked his belly, watching as his finger disappeared in the flesh. He knew he was out of control, and he should go out there to tell Meg to slow down her baking.
But… he wasn’t unhappy. Not really. And Meg didn’t seem to care about his weight, and she would frequently touch his belly or bubble butt or his moobs. He wasn’t sure what that meant, but why rock the boat?
“Hey, did you find something that fits?” She asked, walking into their room.
“Not yet. Everything is a bit too snug. Guess I should’ve ordered more clothes.”
“What about this?” She asked, holding up a knit sweater.
“Here, let me show you.” He slid off his t-shirt and pulled on the sweater, standing in front of her to show her the sliver of belly poking out the bottom. But the exposed lower belly was the least of his concern: the shirt was stretched around him, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. “See? I look even bigger?”
“You look great, Ry. Very handsome.”
“Liar, but I appreciate it. Unfortunately this is the best option. None of my button ups, well, button up. I think it’s safe to say I got fat.”
“That’s one word for it. I prefer “well-fed” and “cared for”. Besides, no one will care.”
“I am well-fed, that much is obvious. Alright, let’s go get this over with. Hopefully my shirt wont rip to shreds after dinner.”
“Aw, cheer up. It’ll rip after your second pie once we get home. I have a Dutch sugar cream pie for you.” His mouth watered at the mention of the pie, enough that her comment didn’t even register with him. They left the house, a cranberry pear pie in hand, and headed to her parents’ house for a small dinner. Thankfully, it was just her parents, her sister and brother-in-law, and then her and Ryan.
“Hi kids!” Her mom called as they walked inside, quickly pulling off their coats and using some of the hand sanitizer by the door. Ryan tugged at his sweater, t
“Hi Mom. How are you guys?” Megan led Ryan through the house to the kitchen and set the pie on the counter before hugging her family. Ryan moved to shake her dad’s hand, but he was quickly pulled into a hug.
“Good to see you again, Ryan. How have you been holding up?”
“Good to see you, too. Not too bad, moving to working remotely was surprisingly easy and Meg has taken good care of me.”
“Don’t be so humble, Ryan. He’s been suffering through my attempts at baking all year, Dad. But it’s helped keep me busy and less cabin feverish.”
“Sounds like you both are taking good care of each other.”He laughed, stepping aside for her mom to hug Ryan as well. They made small talk, sharing quarantine stories and catching up, as they snack on appetizers. Dinner and dessert passes quickly, and before long, Ryan is leaning back in the passenger seat as Megan drives back to their apartment. He rubs his belly, the sliver of skiing along the bottom now a decent chunk of exposed skin.
“Feeling pretty full still?”
“A bit, but not too bad. I’m just ready to get home, lay down, and eat more pie.” He said, looking over to see her grin.
“Do me a favor, when we get home?” She asked, after a moment of hesitation.
“Leave your sweater on. You can ditch your pants, if you want.” She asked, looking over at him. A passing streetlight lit up her face enough for him to watch her suck in her bottom lip.
“You really want to see me bursting out of this?”
“Yeah… I think I do.”
“Okay, I can do that….” He watched her from the corner of his eye, carefully reviewing the evening in his head. She had been quick to keep his plate and cup full, and had snuck him the biggest piece of pie at dessert. As they pulled into their spot at the complex, his brain finished connecting the dots and suddenly he was far too warm. He opened the door and held it for her, letting her head to the kitchen with their leftovers as he slipped into their room.
A benefit of not leaving their place was that all his too small clothes were shoved into a garbage bag in the corner. He opened the bag and fished through, pulling out a pair of sweatpants he had obviously outgrown. He had to lay on his back to get them pulled up, the material stretching over his thighs and hugging his well padded rear. He left the band slung under his belly and headed to the kitchen.
“Pie time?” He asked, watching her closely as she turned to him. Her mouth fell open and her eyes dragged over his body twice, before settling on the exposed part of his gut. He used his hand to jiggle his belly, “Feeling pretty empty already. I think I can eat that whole pie.”
“Well, don’t let me stop you.” She said, handing him the pie and a fork, following him as he headed to the table. He felt too aware of his belly as he sat, how it spread across his lap and how warm it felt. She sat next to him with her usual notebook and quickly opened to the right page as she regarded him with bright eyes.
Their routine felt both familiar and new. As if they sat on the edge of a precipice, and all it took was a gentle shove to send them both over.
“I like the graham cracker crust, it’s a nice change from the usual dough. The creme brulee sugar top is pretty nice, the texture is a nice contrast.” He paused so she could catch up in her notes before taking a bite. “Holy cow, this is amazing! The texture is super smooth and the flavor is really good. You’ve definitely outdone yourself.” He quickly finished the slice and pulled another onto the plate, hardly pausing before digging in again.
Meg lays her pen down and cradles her chin in her hand and watches as he eats, smiling as he talks to himself about potential flavors.
“What?” He asks, slowing down as he notices her watching him pull a third slice onto his plate.
“Nothing. I just love watching you eat my pies. And I love that it’s evident you like to eat my cooking.”
“So… you like seeing my fat belly spilling out of my clothes?”
“Yeah, I do. I think you look better and better each day.”
“But,” he paused to take another bite, taking the time to think about what he wanted to say, “if I keep eating like this, we won't be the couple that hikes together, or goes on runs together. Hell, if I keep eating I’ll hit four hundred pounds in no time.”
Megan’s eyes fluttered closed and she inhaled sharply, making Ryan raise his eyebrows. She blushed as she opened her eyes, dipping her chin down.
“I mean … if you want to keep eating, and gaining, I’ll support you and keep you well fed. But if you want to stop, I can help you do that. And I know you won’t miss running, hiking or playing sports with me. Did you really think I didn’t realize you were an introvert?”
“Well… I just wanted to impress you, and then I just couldn’t say no.”
“I didn’t know how to tell you it was okay if you wanted to stay home.” She chuckled, reaching out to stroke his hand. He captured it in his and gave it a squeeze.
“I know I should say I want to lose weight, but honestly? This feels great. And I love to eat.”
“Good, because I still want to win a blue ribbon. And I have a lot more recipes to try.”
“Bring them on.” He said, patting his belly as his sweater rolled up his belly to act as a crop top. “But remind me tomorrow to buy more clothes. Two sizes up.”
“Of course. Now, eat up. If you want a new pie tomorrow, I need my pie dish back.” He quickly started on another piece, winking at her as he renewed his efforts.
The new year came quickly and before he knew it, it was summertime and he was a hefty 364 pounds. Their restrictions had eased up and Megan was busy preparing for the state fair at the end of August.
“This is the big one. Babe. If I can win at this one, everything will have been worth it.”
“It was already worth it.” He quipped, patting his belly from the couch. It spread halfway to his knees, but he usually sat with his knees spread to allow it to rest more comfortably. His face was “adorably cherubic” according to Megan and he had a double chin under his short beard that would jiggle as he moved his jaw. His moobs were a decent handful each and sat proudly on top of his belly.
“So what are your top three?” She passed him her notebook, standing at his shoulder and looking as he flipped through the pages.
“Oh, definitely the bourbon apple. Ooh, and the sugar cream pie. And the … butter pecan cheesecake.”
“No… it’s hard to choose. You sure I can only pick three?”
“Eventually, you’ll need to pick just one."
"That's going to be impossible! Oh, here's the cherry almond pie…" She leaned down to kiss his cheek before leaving him with her notebook, heading to the kitchen to take inventory of her supplies.
The next few weeks pass by quickly, Megan keeping a steady stream of pie for Ryan, a mix of his top three choices and a few new ones to keep things fresh. He gained twelve more pounds, leaving him at 376 on the morning of the competition.
"Good, you're up. Which pie looks the best?" She asked, drawing him to the table with three bourbon apple pies laid out.
"Well… I'd rather eat the one on the right. The crust looks better."
"Then that's the one I'm submitting. I have honey whipped cream in the fridge ready to go."
"Look at you, being all prepared. Nervous?"
"No. I'm already a winner with you." She used his belly to steady herself as she stretched up to kiss him.
"You flirt. I think you'll get the blue ribbon. Come on, let's head out so we can get there early." He helped her pack everything into a box, carefully bundling the whipped cream in cold packs before grabbing a snack to tide him over on the drive. She carefully nestled the box in the trunk while Ryan worked on folding himself into the passenger seat, getting out to move the seat back further only to realize it was all the way back.
"I think we need an upgrade." He said, smiling at her over the roof.
"I think you're right. Although if I don’t win and decide to keep baking, we’ll probably need a cargo van for you to fit inside.”
“Don’t threaten me with a good time.” He huffed, squeezing himself in with success, before beginning the struggle with the seatbelt. Megan reached over, pushing one hand into his thick love handle to help clear a path for the buckle. “Oof, thanks, I’ve grown a lot lately.”
“You look amazing though. So fat off my baking…” She gently squeezed his belly, slipping her hand between his thighs and lower belly. He squirmed, giving her a pained look before she pulled her hand back with a chuckle. “I’ll stop teasing you. And I’ll make it up to you later, maybe feeding you pie in bed?”
“Deal. Absolutely deal.” He said, rubbing the side of his belly, swallowing the drool from the mental image. They made the drive to the fairgrounds, Ryan finishing his bag of chips as they pulled in. Meg circled the lot, finally finding a newly vacated spot that wasn’t too far from the fair but far enough that Ryan was preemptively tired.
“Once we get to the food area, we’ll get you seated at a table while I go turn in the pie. And I can get you some fair food on the way back.”
“That sounds good. I guess I should’ve been working out all this time, so a walk doesn’t leave me exhausted.”
“Maybe, maybe not. But you have me to help you regardless. Now, come on. Those chips won’t hold you for long.” She easily slid out of the car, grabbing her things as he twisted and heaved himself out of the car. They slowly walked to the entrance, where a teen tried to cover their disgust at wrapping a paper bracelet around Ryan’s thick and slightly sweaty wrist. The paper ring barely closed around his wrist, but it made it. Feeling the teenagers eyes on them as they walked away, Meg wrapped an arm around his waist, grabbing one of his love handles and planted a kiss on his cheek. “Come on, sexy. Let’s get you seated.”
She led him through the crowd, noting they were headed the right direct as the average weight of the people slowly climbed. She left him at a picnic table with a kiss pressed to his cheek as she headed to the large vinyl banner with “Baking Competition” printed on it.
Ryan looked around, watching as the food vendors slowly opened up and began making a list of things he wanted to try. It wasn’t until his second pass that he realized all the other “hefty” men left behind by their partners sitting at the other tables. He made eye contact with one man who was sitting down with a tray piled high with funnel cake, the older man giving him a conspiratorial wink.
“Alright, I’m all checked in. If I do say so myself, I think my pie looks the best.” Megan said, startling him as she sat across from him. She placed a card with a large eight printed on it on the table and looked around the food vendors. “What are you thinking first?”
“Well, I think chili dogs sound pretty good to start with. And I can see blended lemonades over there.” He said, pointing to their left.
“Perfect. Three chili cheese dogs with blended lemonades coming up.” She got up quickly, motioning for him to stay down while she scurried off. He watched as she easily slid through the crowd, weaving in between people. He finally lost sight of her, and turned back to looking at the other vendors. He was eyeing the funnel cake when two loaded chili dogs were slid in front of him. “I have a regular lemonade or a strawberry lemonade. Which one do you want?”
“Strawberry, for sure. Thanks for getting lunch.”
“No problem. I saw a funnel cake vendor and fried oreos for dessert.”
“Trying to make me fat, babe?”
“Not at all. Although I did have an idea to try making fried pie.”
“I think I heard my pants just rip from just thinking about that.” She gave him a wink and took a long drink from her lemonade. She ate slower, making sure to match him so they were done at the same time. “Oof, that was great. You know what would top it off?”
“My bourbon apple pie?” She asked, watching as he grinned and patted his belly, the fat under his hand jiggling, sending waves across the globe.
“Speaking of your heavenly creation, when is judging?”
“Well, they’re judging all the food for the next couple of hours, and the results will be read out around three o’clock? So we have some time.”
“What do you say about going and playing some games before we find dessert? I could eat more, but then walking around won’t be very fun.”
“Sounds good to me!” She quickly cleared their trash while he stood, and wrapped her arm around his, slowly guiding him to the right area. She peaked around his front to see his full belly had lifted his shirt slightly, showing the very lower portion of his belly. She resists the urge to paw at him, keeping in mind they had witnesses. Although it did little to calm her imagination as they walked to the games and entertainment area.
They survey the options before both drifting over to a ‘hook a duck’ game. Ryan fished out the money from his wallet, struggling slightly as he twisted to reach his pocket. The bored teen handed them two fishing poles with magnets on the end and tiredly explained the rules.
“Try and hook a duck and pull it out. The painted dots on the bottom tell you which tier of prize you won.”
“Thanks! Alright, babe, ready?” Meg asked, eagerly stepping up to the counter, peering at the rotating wheel of ducks.
“As I’ll ever be. I’m going to get you the biggest prize I can.”
“You better.” She smiled at him before dipping her fishing pole down to snag a duck while he searched for the perfect duck. Spotting one he knew was a winner, he waited for it to come around again. Quickly guiding the line and hook to it, he pulled it out of the water with a cheer.
“Got it! And… it's gold!” He looked at the chart and saw the gold was the top level of toys. Meg flashed hers, a bronze, and pointed to a small emoji plush that she wanted. The teen turned to Ryan, who with a smile, pointed at a very well-stuffed pig. “That’s the one. Come to papa.” The teen deposited the large toy in his hands with a grin, easily seeing the comparison between the two.
Ryan offered the pig to Meg with a flourish, her delighted laughter making other parsons look over with smiles.
“I love it! It’s so… round!” She broke off into more laughter, hugging the pig to her and leaned in to kiss his cheek. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” He slung his arm around her and they continued on, stopping to try other games of chance before she pulled him over to “Ring the Bell” where several men were waiting to swing the mallet to prove their strength and win a prize.
“Hold my pig so I can try?”
“Of course.” He said, a smirk tugging his lips as he clutched the toy to his belly and watched her step up to the game. The charismatic vendor made a big production of her stepping up, practically begging her to one-show up the crowd of men. She quickly tied up her hair and lifted the mallet, testing the weight in her hands. With a wink thrown over her shoulder at Ryan, she lifted the mallet, pausing briefly before swinging it downwards. The mallet hit the pad square in the middle and the crowd gasped in awe as the puck shot up and hit the bell. She let out a whoop as the bell rang, discarding the mallet to bounce on her heels. She happily accepted the prize and skipped back to Ryan, her eyes locked on his.
“There’s my girl. Watching you prove how strong you are is pretty hot.” He murmured, dipping his head to her ear.
“It’s more skill than strength. The trick is to hit it evenly.”
“Uh huh. Still hot. What’d you win?”
“An inflatable mallet. I’m thinking this could be fun for later…”
"I have no doubt you’ll make it fun. Come on, I see a shooting gallery ahead.” They play a couple rounds of the game, the plinking of metal targets filling the air as they do their best to out-shoot each other. After two rounds, they each walk away having won one and insisting they let the other win instead of losing.
They stop in front of a penny pressing machine, Megan carefully loading in the coins, when she pauses as Ryan's’ belly rumbles.
“Getting hungry?” She asked, patting the top of his belly before she began cranking the wheel, watching as the penny was slowly flattened and stamped.
“A bit. We’re getting close to the judging, too. Just enough time to try out some funnel cake, fried oreos and I think I saw something called a monster milkshake.”
“Let’s go get you filled.” She said, slipping the penny inside of her pocket. She takes her stuffed pig from him and laces their hands together, gently pulling him along. She walked slower, making sure to lead him through the crowds when people crowded too close together. One might think he’d be more effective at moving crowds due to his size, but Megan could be just as effective, especially when stuffing him full of food was on the line.
“Here, stand in line. I’ll be right back.” She left him in line for the funnel cake before running off, carrying the pink pig under her arm. He just laughed under his breath, shuffling forward with the line. Before long, she came back to his side holding a paper tray full of fried oreos and bacon wrapped twinkies. “Figured you needed a snack while we wait.”
“You’re amazing, you know that?” He said, picking up a warm cookie. He inspected it before taking a bite. He moaned happily, quickly eating the other half.
“I know, but I like hearing it. What do you think?”
“These are awesome! Totally overindulgent, but so good. And what’s more American than twinkies and bacon?” She just laughed, taking some of the prizes from his arms so he could focus on eating.
“You’re too cute. Have you decided on the shake you’re getting?”
“The circus shake sounds pretty good, or the mint one.” He said, nodding to the menu. The circus shake was vanilla and strawberry ice cream with frosting ribbons, pied high with whipped cream, sprinkles, animal cookies and cotton candy. The mint shake was mint ice cream with fudge swirls, topped with whipped cream, chocolate mint candy and a brownie.
“Both sound very sweet.” She laughed, watching as people in front of them walked away with overflowing cups. “But a regular coffee shake sounds good.”
“One day I’ll get you hooked on sugar.” He offered the last oreo to her but she waved it away. He quickly ate it and stepped away to throw his trash in the bin. He walked back over to her and threw his arm around her shoulder. “Although you’re pretty sweet already. You don’t need more.”
“Smooth talker.” She leaned up to kiss him before shuffling forward to the vendor. They quickly placed their orders - a twenty ounce circus shake for him and a eight ounce coffee shake for her - before standing to the side to wait. “So, having fun so far? Not too worn out, I hope.”
“No, I’m good! It’s been a lot of fun. I really missed taking you out and doing couple-y stuff. You having fun too?”
“I am. You’ve kept me wonderfully distracted from the nerves.”
“I’m glad. I mean, I already know you’re a winner. But still.” He quickly kissed her before the employee called their names and he carefully accepted the cups. He quickly licked off the overflowing shake from his cup and followed her to a free table. She quickly wiped off the surface before gently setting down her prizes and sliding into the seat. She watched as he had to re-angle his body to sit sideways on the attached bench, his belly far too big to fit normally.
“I wonder… where all that shake is going to end up. In your belly? Or your bubble butt?” She winked, grinning as he blushed and looked around for anyone listening.
“Megan! There are children in the vicinity!”
“Fine… I’ll be over here, imagining all sorts of fun things.”
“Hmm, how much funnel cake do you think I can eat? Of course, I’ll probably have to undo my pants and then I’ll have to waddle to the judge podium-” He barely finished the thought before she was up and heading to the fairly short funnel cake line. His phone vibrated, and he fished it out of his slightly too tight cargo shorts.
I’m getting you enough funnel cake that I’ll have to roll you to the podium.
Do it. The judges need to see just how dedicated you’ve been to the competition.
Do you realize how sexy you look? Sitting sideways because you’re too fat, having your girlfriend fetch you food as you stuff your face. You’re lucky if I dont pull you behind a tent and have my way with you.
I kinda want that tho. How much do I need to eat to let you ravish me?
He set down his phone with a grin and focused back on his shake, trying to make decent headway before she came back. He did feel a bit out of place in the midst of other fat men waiting on their own partners to bring them food, especially since he was one of the youngest there. But any malaise he had disappeared as he saw Megan beaming at him, carrying a large plate piled high with fried dough and powdered sugar.
“Better get started. I’ve decided you’ll need something savory to balance out the sugar, like a cheeseburger.”
“You might actually have to roll me around.” He joked, tearing a piece off. He popped it in his mouth and sighed happily, the taste living up to the nostalgia. She carefully tore off a piece with little to no sugar on it and ate it, murmuring her agreement. They slowly ate, Megan glancing at her phone as the time drew closer. “Are we ready to head over?”
“Yeah, we probably should. We’ll get you some more food before leaving.”
That works. I need to try to digest some of it.” He said, patting his gut, Megan noticing how little bounce he had. His shirt was tugging up a bit more, although it was only noticeable from certain angles. They threw away their trash and collected their prices before slowly walking to the podium where other bakers and chefs stood. The judge began calling out the winners for the barbecue contest, followed by the largest vegetables.
“That pumpkin almost outweighs you, and it’s getting a blue ribbon.” She whispered, leaning into him as the owner of said pumpkin accepted a blue ribbon.
“Maybe you should give the farmer feeding advice to help him bump up that number.” She chuckled as the judge began calling out the third place pie baking winner. Then the second. And finally he held up the blue ribbon.
“And the winner of the pie competition, but a large margin, is … newcomer Megan Rhodes!” Ryan accepted the pig, cheering with the crowd as she accepted the blue ribbon. She thanked the judges and jogged back to Ryan, throwing her arms around his neck, pushing the pig further into his side.
“I did it!”
“See? Just like I told you, a winner!” She let go of him and admired the blue satin stamped with gold lettering. With a mischievous grin, she quickly attached the safety pin to the apex of his belly, so the ribbon sat high and proud on his belly.
“Now everyone can know how I got to be first place. Lot’s of practice!” Ryan was interrupted from a comeback by the judge walking over to them.
“Ms. Rhodes! I must say, you baked an incredible pie! How long have you been baking for?”
“About a year or so. It was my quarantine project.”
“Absolutely amazing! And how lucky for you to have all that delicious pie at your disposal.” She added, directing her comment to Ryan. He just chucked and nodded, letting her continue. “You know, we do have a winter competition.I’d love to see you submit a pie then. It’s usually the week before Christmas.”
“You know what? That sounds perfect. Thank you so much.” The judge shook both of their hands before walking away to go greet other competitors. “So… feel up to more taste testing?”
“Uh, absolutely. How could I say no to such a sweet deal?”
“Perfect. I think I need to start tomorrow. Can’t be too prepared, you know.” She patted his belly before resting her hand on the side as she leaned in to kiss him. She had no intentions on losing her sophomore competition, and she was thrilled Ryan was a willing and eager participant.