Barry approached the oven and taking the oven-gloves opened the door, a haze of steam escaped and a gorgeous smell permeated the air. Taking out the plate which was keeping warm, he saw it was piled high with mashed potato and there had to be half a dozen of the local butcher's sausages swimming in onion-gravy. 'Sarah certainly knew how to cook satisfying meals', thought Barry. He placed the plate down at the kitchen table and retrieved a knife and fork from the cutlery draw. He then went to the fridge and pulled out a beer, opening it he sat down and ate the meal his wife had prepared.
Barry had noticed that over the last few months his wife had been cooking heavier and larger meals, once this meal would have had only half the mashed potato and three (or occasionally four) sausages. As he dug into his food he also remembered how in January the shelves in the crockery cupboard had given way and all the plates and bowls had been broken. This had meant that Sarah had insisted they go and by a new set of crockery, but Barry had been surprised when she'd insisted they go for a set that was a pretty large size - it had 'gourmet range' in the name and had extra large rims to all the plate and bowls. Apparently, Sarah said, it was going to be the next 'big thing' and everyone would have this style plate in a few years - Barry wasn't convinced, to him they looked like the sort of plates you got in restaurants with a tiny piece of meat, one carrot and a couple of peas all disguised with some sort of foam emulsion or something.
Having been thinking about crockery, Barry hadn't noticed how much he'd been eating, but his mind jolted out of its reminiscences when he discovered his fork was failing to find any more food to pick up. He looked down at his plate and using his knife and fork scooped up the last remaining spots of gravy-soaked potato into his mouth. He leaned back and took a good swig of beer, he brought his hand to his belly and gave it a light rub. Barry could see it was full, and feel how much bigger it was getting. 'I'm getting fat', he thought. He spent a few minutes enjoying the sated feeling of his belly and finishing his beer, then he looked at the clock, it was just past six, the guys would start to arrive at seven. He need to shower and change and then start to prepare the food for the evening.
Barry stood up, rinsed his plate and cutlery in the sink and put them into the dishwasher. He then...
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