I had almost fallen asleep in my chair when the smell of various pies woke me up. “Wake up Mel, Sweetie ah cooked y'all some desserts.”
I opened my eyes to see a massive spread of pies, at least eight different kinds, along with at least two tubs of ice cream, one chocolate and one vanilla. I looked over to Aunt Sally, who had clearly done what she could to make room, but most of that was adjusting her posture and unbuttoning most of her blouse to let her gut hang over her skirt, which it did, making Sally look a hell of a lot fatter than she did when her belly was tucked in. It was then I realized I had already done all I could to make room during the meal proper, let alone have room for dessert.
“Uhmm, Rhonda?” I asked sheepishly, “You don't happen to have any tums would you?”
She looked up from the pie she as cutting, a gorgeous smelling blueberry, and said, “of course darling give me a minute to serve these up and I'll see what I can do.
As so after a few seconds of plating half a pie with two scoops of ice cream each to both me and Sally, she apparently would not be having any, she rummaged through her purse and tossed me a container of brand X antacid to hopefully release pressure on my poor bloated tummy. I popped a few in my mouth and let the bubbles do their magic.
After a minute I had let out the biggest burp I head ever heard, and I'd had some pretty intense soda chugging experience in Buttercombe. But despite it making room for quite a bit more food it still wasn't enough to fit the platter she had spread in front of me. I had gotten through most of the pies she had given me, and we were on our second to last plate when I finally gave in. I was stuffed. I could eat no more. It had been a while since I'd been able to say that. But now I had to admit it. And on top of that I'd have to admit defeat while so stuffed I could barely breathe.
“Ah-Aunt *huff puff* Aunt Rhonda?” I said pushing my chair back to give me room to breathe
“Yes Mel?” She said turning to look at me from staring at her wife
“Could I, uhh..” I put my pudgy hand behind my neck and looked around the room.
“Could you?”
“Could I put the rest of this pie up for later, I'm stuffed to the brim.” I finally let out.
“Now Mel, I'm gonna tell you this once, this is not a leftover house. I expect those who I cook for to eat what I make for them.” she said in a shockingly stern tone.
“I'm not trying to sound ungrateful here, It's just that I'm as stuffed as a turkey on thanksgiving here Auntie, I'm about to pop.” I explained, doing my best to not sound like a whining child
“Well just try a bit more and we'll see about how you feel. Alright?”
I pushed around the pie for a few seconds, before shoving a few bites of ice cream in my already tight belly. I managed to get the rest of the plate I had into me before she finally decided to have mercy on my poor fat tummy. I looked over to Sally for the first time since I started dessert, and she was stuffing her face like a pig, I'd not seen anyone eat like that. I made a mental note to ask her how she eats like she does later. But for now I just had to figure out how I was gonna get to my room.
I pushed myself up out of the chair, something that was normally a mild struggle turned into the most physical exertion if had to do all year. I huffed and puffed my way to where Sally has sat on the couch to ask where my room was, and she led me back through the kitchen into the guest room, my new room, and showed me around bringing in my stuff for me. As I lay on the bed I didn't know if I wanted this to be the norm, on the one hand if I ate like that every day I'd be immobile before the end of the summer, but on the other hand, if she cooks like that every day I'd die of a burst stomach before I got through lunch.
I rubbed my poor bloated tummy, letting out small little burps as I slowly fell to sleep.
I woke up to...
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