“I’d really like it if we could eat…out.” Mary replied as her free hand reached under her denim dungaree front to scratch an itch just below her heavy breast. “But are you sure we could go out as we are?”
“Thank to all the vials you and I have used, it’ll be safe.” Ray assured her as he forced himself back to standing, helping Mary get onto her own feet after. “Plus, I know the perfect place.” He added with a wide toothy grin.
“Lead the way.”
Somehow managing to squeeze themselves though the door in spite of their colossal scaled bodies, they slowly slid down the stairs and out of her apartment to where Ray’s care was waiting for them. Getting into it as they were was a challenge, and it was only when the seats were moved back all the way, and the backrests lowered to rest on the backseats that they could finally force themselves in. The suspension straining as their scales rubbed against each other.
“Is this safe?” Mary asked as Ray started driving.
“It will be, plus it’s not too far to get there.” Ray reassured her with a hand over hers.
“I suppose so.” Mary leaned back, liking the feeling of the denim tugging on her, pulling her folds of fat around.
True to his word, in less than fifteen minutes, they were at a unique restaurant/diner.
“Isn’t this one…?” Mary realised.
“Yep. Here you eat as much as you can, and you pay for the time spent in it.” Ray confirmed as they entered and made for the counter.
And thankfully for them Ray had been right when he’d effective said that they’d be able to do this relatively unnoticed, the waitress taking his card without much comment as they selected an empty table and bench by the wall for themselves.
“I’ll get the plates.” Ray offered as Mary shuffled herself along the bench, her gut just shy of the table as Ray procured several plates and piled them high, bringing them back three-at-a-time and depositing them by Mary.
With a dozen and a half plates waiting to be emptied, Ray spoke. “Dig in.”
And they did. Mouthful after mouthful of noodles, chicken, pork, beef, and a whole raft of other things, Mary shovelled into her mouth, not bothering to chew before swallowing, several piece dropping out of her mouth and onto her front where it either slid between her breasts or onto her covered belly.
Not that Ray’s manners were any better, soon forgetting about the cutlery and simply grabbing handfuls of food and shoving it into his salivating maw. In a matter of minutes, they’d consumed everything that he’d brought over, and it showed. Ray’s shirt was not only littered with food stains, but the only two buttons that had been able to keep it closed had torn free, his moobs quite clear to see along with his right shoulder where the sleeve sported a large tear across its seam. The suspenders that helped to hold his trousers off had also snapped over the shoulders, the ripped straps flopped over his leg and tail. And while Mary’s clothes held still, the walls of fat she carried had grown, spilling to the sides more than ever, stressing the material and now with a very notable sag at her underjaw.
“Boy. And I’m not even full yet.” Mary admitted as she rubbed her distended gut.
“In that case, shall we try elsewhere? The night’s still young.” Ray offered, gazing into her slitted eyes lovingly.
“I, yeah, let’s do that.” Mary agreed.
If getting into the bench had been hard, getting out proved to be a true challenge. Ray’s own belly pressing into the table itself and forcing him to slide only very slowly until her was free. Mary had an easier time, with her dungarees helping to keep it in, but even she moved slowly. Following payment for their meals and returning to his car, it soon dawned on Mary that something had happened to them.
Based on how the car looked to her now, she guessed that she and Ray were at least fourteen feet now, and the extra fat had to make them over 1000 pounds apiece. So it was no real surprise to her that squeezing and squirming into Ray’s car again was harder than ever, taking several minutes before they could finally sit in the seats, to an extent. And after managing to close the doors after several attempts, needing a few minutes to recover from the exertion.
“Ray?” Mary panted out, both arms over her stomach.
“Yes Dear?” Ray wondered what she wished of him.
His answer came in the form of a loud gurgling sound coming from Mary, one that Ray felt from where their bodies were squeezed hard into each other. “I. Really need, to, poop, now.” She groaned, pulling her legs and butt cheeks hard as she turned to face him. “I'm sorry, but I really, really, need to.”