Booking tickets at the airport was always an adventure. Being totally at the mercy of whatever flights had space on them meant you could show up with no plan, no hold luggage, nothing but a travel bag. And in your case, your wife’s parent’s credit card. You had no idea what was going through their minds when they agreed to pay for your honeymoon, your own parents had been outraged. That was the normal reaction to finding out that your offspring had married someone they had known for less than a month, really. And yet, Steph’s family hadn’t even batted an eyelid, even proudly welcoming you as their ‘son’.
Oh, Steph. The woman who made you believe in love at first sight. You had bought a ring right after your third date, and proposed that weekend. And when she said yes with no hesitation, you felt like nothing in the world could make you happier. You had no complaints about rushing through everything, from the cheap wedding to this last-minute honeymoon. The two of you just clicked. And for her to sleuth out that you both shared an appreciation for fatter forms, there must be some kind of connection there.
Walking back to where you had left her with your bags, you got yet another chance to admire your new bride. And as always, you were smitten. Her long, deep red hair fell right down to her beautifully plush buttocks, delightfully packed into her skinny jeans. Her eyes were the deepest green, perfectly framed by her soft features. Her breasts, hefty, but not huge, and firm, pushed out against her sweater. And of course, so did her belly, a small, but definitely noticeable gut that you both had an interest in growing. You embraced her from behind, kissing her neck as though you had been apart for weeks, not minutes.
“I sure hope that’s my new man, or I’ll have to call the cops.” She said playfully, turning around and returning your hug. “Are we all set?”
“All set. The flight leaves in 2 hours. Gate…...4” You checked the ticket, sitting down. Steph came behind you, holding you from behind as she peered over your shoulder.
“So? Where are we going? Somewhere with a buffet?” She asked, playfully poking your own stomach. While you weren’t fat, you couldn’t deny that the athletic body you had built up in your school days had softened a little. Something that Steph seemed to enjoy just as much as her own softened belly.
Showing her the ticket, you could hear the excitement in her voice when she saw your destination was….
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