The Way it Should Be (Part 5)

I woke up alone in the bed. Rory was quietly shoving his things into his suitcase. I rolled over, not wanting to get up. I was excruciatingly comfortable. The bed was warm and I felt big and lazy. I went to fix my underwear, which had rolled up into a thong of sorts while I was sleeping. My hand bumped my belly. It was definitely out farther and much bigger than it was supposed to be. I squeezed it, realizing in a panic that it wasn’t bloated. This was my new size; I had to have gained at least five pounds in the last day.

“Hey , sleepyhead.” Rory said quietly.

All I could muster was a groan. He laughed, sitting down next to me. I rolled again, and my heft depressed the bed, making him fall on top of me. He laughed even harder. He patted my belly through the blankets. It was a mountain in front of me. He started to rub it in small circles, getting me hard again. I was seriously wondering how much my IQ would drop from lack of blood flow to my brain—I can’t be hard this much without ill effects.

I was always one to wake up quickly. I sat up, my belly rolling unfamiliarly out onto my lap farther than I was used to. Forget five pounds; maybe ten is a closer estimate. Damned poor metabolism.

“What time is it?” I asked, still a little groggy.

“A little after seven,” he answered.

I got up quickly, realizing I still had to pack. I was going to be late for my flight!

He grabbed my shoulder. “Relax, hon. I already packed the rest of your stuff. I’m sorry, I used your card key from your pants pocket.”

My pants were folded neatly with my shirt on top of them on the table. “Naw, it’s fine. Thank you for packing my stuff for me.”

“Shall we go then? We’ll probably have to sit around in the airport, but it’s the week before Christmas, there will be a ton of people. We need to be there at least an hour early.”

“Yep, let’s go.” I was extremely conscious of my belly sagging lower than I was used to. I looked down, realizing I couldn’t see my toes. I could see them this morning. It’s been a couple years since I could see my dick when standing, so that was nothing new.

I groaned, “I’m enormous. I really want to see my weight; I can’t wait to get home to step on the scale. I hope it doesn’t break….”

He laughed, “They build those things strong. Besides, you can’t be much over 300.”

I shook my head, pulling my shirt on. My gut stuck out the bottom. “Yeah, this isn’t going to work,” I said. I dug in my suitcase, grabbing my biggest shirt. It still barely covered everything, but I couldn’t lift my arms without flashing everyone. My jeans barely fit, and they were cutting into the bottom of my belly. It was going to be a very long flight. Rory said I looked hot. I elbowed him in the stomach on our way down the hall towards the elevator.

“Let’s just hope we don’t exceed the weight limit with you here,” he teased.

I had to laugh at that one. The elevator opened, and everyone inside groaned. There were at least eight people in it. Rory climbed in and I followed him. Sure enough, “exceeds weight limit” flashed on the screen. I sighed, blushing scarlet. I wobbled out of the elevator, and Rory started to follow me.

“Just go, dear. I’ll catch the next one.”

He nodded, and the door closed with a ping. I stood there in the hall, my face burning. I was so embarrassed! I pressed the down button and waited. Another, thankfully empty, elevator appeared in a few seconds. I walked in and pressed the lobby button.

Rory was waiting by the door. He gauged my expression in an instant and hugged me. Thank goodness he had long arms, or he might not get all the way around me. He told me not to worry, and they didn’t say anything bad. I could see the lie in his eyes, but I didn’t comment on it. We hailed a taxi, and were whisked to the airport.

We stood in line in the bustling airport. They approved our tickets and took our bags, each of us keeping a carry on bag. The plane was right on time. We found out seats, (first class) and I chivalrously took Rory’s bag and put it above. I realized as I put his up there that my hairy gut was hanging out, and several people were sniggering at me. I blushed again. I’d obviously need new clothes. We sat down; I gave Rory the window seat.

After the standard flight attendant walkthrough on airplane safety, the plane took off without a bump. Rory smiled at me, and then yawned. “Dear, do you mind if I sleep? I want to be awake for our car ride home.”

“Yeah, that’s fine, Love.” I flagged down a flight attendant, asking for a two pillows. She returned, handing them to me with a cheerful smile. Rory put his headphones in and fell asleep instantly. I read a magazine for a minute. Rory’s head sagged onto my shoulder. I looked sideways at him, smiling. His attractive face always took my breath away. A woman across the aisle from us awwed. I tried not to move. She took out a camera, pointing it at us. Were we that cute of a couple? I pretended to be asleep after that. It wasn’t long until I drifted to sleep too.