This choice: ... 400 pounds. She was double the woman she'd been before. • Go Back... (Author's note: I tweaked the premise for this a little bit, hope you don't mind  )
And honestly, four hundred was just a guess since the scale you had didn't even go up that far, the needle smacking against the upper limit and the cheap plastic groaning as she shifted around. You'd bet good money that she was closer to 450 as you heaved her up to her feet, her converses hitting the ground and sending a very pleasing wobble across her body, her gut quivering as it hung out of her tank top before she pulled up her loose jeans around it.
"Well?" she said plaintively, crossing her meaty arms over that famous comic book cover of Wolverine with the Hulk reflected in his claws emblazoned on her favorite t-shirt. "You ready to go or are you just gonna keep staring?"
"Hey, can you blame me?" you say, smiling a little as you drank how big she'd gotten since your college days. Much to your delight she'd shaped up to be a bottom-heavy gainer, her belly and butt taking on the brunt of those extra pounds, though you did enjoy her chest ballooning too, and how wide her face looked since she sheared her long black and red locks into a shorter pixie-ish cut.
"I can and I will," she snaps back, more flirtatious then angry. "It's your fault I can't fit into most of my pants anymore."
"Didn't hear you complaining just a moment ago when you were trying to outgrow those," you say, giving a smack to her backside that made her yelp.
"You're such a pig, Cal," she retorted with a laugh.
"Back atcha, Goth."
Smiling, she wraps her arms around your neck and pulls you in for a deep, sensual kiss, your own hands traveling naturally around her width to hold her tightly. You can taste her cotton candy lip gloss and the chocolate from the ice cream she just gorged on, and you keep going, your arms sensually exploring her rotund figure until she pats your shoulder and you break apart.
"Seriously though, we should probably hit the road," she tells you, a little breathlessly as the blush in her cheeks starts to fade. "Traffic's gonna be a bitch trying to get into San Costa during the rush hour."
As much as you were tempted to use the old 'we got thirty minutes' line, she was sadly right, so you spring into action, checking the lights and electronics one last time and locking the door before heading back to your blue Camry, struggling briefly to help Ashley squeeze into the front seat before you hopped in and started the engine.
"You really need to get a bigger car," she pointed out, grunting a little as she pulled the seatbelt across her hefty figure. "I feel like a sardine in here."
"Did the best I can do without smashing anything," you say apologetically, turning your head and trying to see past the suitcases and bags flooding the back seat as you reversed out of the driveway, punching in the coordinates on your phone's GPS at the same time. As you type in the convention center's address though, you can't help but feel a sudden tinge of excitement. "Gonna be worth it to go to SCCC though, right?"
"Oh you fucking KNOW it," Ashley says with a big smile, her mood changing in an instant. "I heard that they're going to show the first trailer for the Evilina movie."
"No kidding?"
"YES!" she shouted, bouncing in her seat like a little kid excited for Disneyland. "I mean her actress is confirmed to be attending, they've gotta do some promos for the movie! Hell there's a ton of buzz about what might be shown at the panels. A lot of people are excited for the DC stuff obviously but-"
And that was just about how the next few hours passed, with occasional stops for gas and snacks, as the pair of you geeked out over what to expect when you attended the San Costa Comic Con. It was kind of a mutual pipe dream you and your wife shared back in college when you were broke losers who played video games all day, going to the biggest comic convention and hitting the floor with killer cosplays to just take in the sights and the sounds and just completely geek the fuck out. And now that you had the money the two of you were all in, even coordinating on a couple's cosplay waiting in a plastic garbage bag in the backseat. Brimming with excitement as you traded nerdy anecdotes and speculation about what you'd find in those hallowed convention center halls, it was hard to shake the feeling that this was going to be a life-changing experience for you!
After a thankfully uneventful trip, you finally catch sight of the sprawling skyscrapers of San Costa, pulling off the highway before hitting a nasty traffic jam, navigating through the hilly streets as Ashley finished tearing through a bag of chips, excitedly staring ahead and bouncing in delight as you saw the first banners on the lamp posts for the SCCC, directing you onward. At long last though, the gray and tan buildings gave way to a spiraling glass building with a vast parking lot out front, and Ashley squealed with joy, you along with her as you saw people in costumes heading in and out the front doors.
"WE'RE HERE!"
Your tires screech as you pull into the closest parking spot and the two of you leap out of the car, Ashley's size not daring to impede her when she was this excited.
"We have all day before we need to check into our hotel," you recounted, shaking a little as you checked your phone for that reservation. "So uh, day's ours. What should we do first?"
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