Ashley tossed the now-empty donuts box into the back of the car with the other remains of her road trip feast as she let out a burp. She began to tenderly rub her immense gut with her two chubby hands. “Mmm, those donuts were pretty good... but you know, I could go for some more food...” Ashley licked the leftover icing from her lips as she thought about eating again.
“Darling, you just ate enough to feed a family of four” as much as you loved stuffing your wife full, you also didn't want to have to stop again.
“Yeah, well, I'm bigger than a family of four, so it's only natural I should eat so much.” Ashley smacked her belly to emphasize her point, sending waves of fat jiggling through her body.
“Well, I want to stay on schedule and...” a large bang from the engine interrupted your thought. Both you and your wife's eyes went wide as the car started to make a nightmarish sound. You pulled over, hopped out, and opened the hood of the car. You coughed as you were met with a face-full of smoke emanating from the machinery. You doubted you'd be able to fix whatever had gone wrong.
“We might be making a stop after all.”
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Fortunately, you were able to call a tow truck that hauled your car to the closest mechanic. It had been a bit of a hassle getting Ashley into the much smaller truck. It was far too cramped for you, your wife, and the driver, but you didn't complain much as you were practically smothered by Ashley's fat.
You arrived at the mechanic's shop in a small and sleepy Scottish town. You dealt with the most pressing matter first: feeding Ashley. As the truck stopped you could begin to hear her stomach growl. Since your car broke down Ashley's chatty demeanor had been replaced with a deer-in-the-headlights look.
You were surprised to see there was a McDonald's in such a small town, but you weren't going to look a gift horse in the mouth. Considering copious amounts of food would probably change Ashley back to her regular self, you told the tow truck driver you'd be back and the two of you headed to the fast food restaurant.
You could see the cashier stare in shock as your enormous wife lumbered in. Ashley slowly made her way to the counter and rattled off her regular order, plus a few extra Big Macs and two extra twenty-piece chicken Mcnugget shareboxes, which she justified as alleviating her “mental stress” from the car breaking down. You didn't raise a word in protest as you paid the bill, merely smiling at the thought that Ashley's order was likely the biggest this little McDonalds had had all month. Ashley waddled over a booth, squeezing herself in as her belly pressed against the table. Her armfat hung low as she wiped the sweat off her brow; even the short walk from the truck had been a workout for the porker. You grabbed two large cokes and handed them to the whale of a woman, who began gulping them down like she had just ran a marathon. You watched as her fat-swaddled neck bulged with each swallow before she finished the large soft drink in record time. You had ordered more drinks in advance, and began to fill those up and deliver them to your thirsty wife as you waited for the food. Luckily you were alone in the restaurant so you did not have to wait long for your order to be called out. You were thankful that the cashier offered to help you take the order to your booth as you would not have been able to carry all that food in one trip. Ashley merely belched in thanks before snatching up a Bacon Double Cheeseburger, her jowls jiggling as she tore into the food.
Seeing that your wife would be preoccupied for some time, you left the restaurant and popped over to the mechanic. He had already taken a look at the car, and explained that the engine was seriously damaged. Considering it was an American car, it would take several days for the parts to come in and for the car to be fixed. It appeared you had better get comfortable in this little rural town.
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