At last Greg stopped eating, got up for a last cup of coffee, and sat on the generous sofa to enjoy it. Susan came over, curled up next to him, and asked, "So is my bear finally full?"
Greg put his thick arms around Susan, then growled gently in his throat before replying, "For now. That was a fabulous breakfast!" He grinned broadly, then he and Susan kissed deeply.
A few minutes later, the two of them got up. "Ready kids?" Susan asked, as Greg put on his hiking boots, grabbed a bulging daypack and headed out to the van. The family piled in and they headed off to one of their favourite nearby trails, the "Woodchuck".
It was a beautiful morning for walking - sunny, not too warm, and the trail was not busy. Greg stumped along, his belly bouncing gently inside his huge shirt, as his massive legs heaved and flexed to move his great mass along. The few miles seemed to pass like a dream, and both Susan and Greg got lots of eye candy watching one another as they hiked. After an hour or so, Junior said to no-one in particular, "I'm hungry," and Greg stopped beside a large stump and put down the back. From inside Susan produced a small feast, and said, "Everybody grab a snack!" Ten minutes of contented munching later, the bag was repacked, and they were off again, Susan remarking quietly to Greg, "Did you notice how much Junior ate?"
"Yes, great isn't it?"
"It sure is! Maybe he is a chip off the old block after all."
As noon approached, an unsaid message passed between Greg and Susan, that they would take advantage of one of the bonuses of this trail, that up a short side trail was...
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