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Contains: Breast Expansion as Weight Gain, Stuffing

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Little Big Eater - 02

Our next stop is the sports bar Johnny’s. Clearly, this is one of Ben and Gabi’s favorite haunts. Before the hostess can get our party size and scan her map, one of the servers spots the couple— walking up.

“Hey, guys! — Put them in my section, Hannah. Table seven is open.”

The server, whose nametag reads “Heather,” leads us to an extra large booth, where Gabi once again rests her impressive chest on the table. Heather asks simply if they want the usual. Gabi’s only alteration to the order is a vague, “Extra cheese on everything.”

V: “Ben mentioned you stay active. Is that challenging with your unusual physique?”

G: “Ha ha ha! Is it hard for me to work out with huge boobs, you mean?”

V: “Precisely.”

G: “Well, it’s definitely gotten harder over the years. Back in freshman year, I was able to jog for a half hour or so every morning.”

V: “That sounds uncomfortable.”

G: “Heh, it was. I had to wear two sports bras to keep the girls from running amok.”

V: “I bet. And what do you do now?”

G: “Well, I tried swimming with Ben for a while. That’s how he does cardio, but it didn’t go very well.”

Ben chuckles at this.

V: “That’s an… amusing mental image.”

B: “You have no idea, Val. She had no problem treading water with those PFDs—”

V: “PFDs?”

G: “Personal floatation devices.”

Ben winces, and I can only assume that Gabi has kicked him under the table.

B: “But they created too much drag— her stroke form was terrible.”

G: “I’ll stroke you!”

B: “You promise?”

Luckily this little interchange is interrupted by Heather, who has returned with two armloads of appetizers. Loaded nachos, fried dill chips, mozzarella sticks, and waffle fries—loaded, of course. We all sample a bit of everything. Once again, the lion’s share goes to Gabi, though Ben also makes a sizable dent. As Gabi loses herself in the joy of good food, I continue my interview with Ben.

V: “It sounds like Gabi is a little less of a gym rat than you are?”

Ben laughs.

B: “That’s not saying much, but you’re right. She mostly does cardio and a bit of strength training in her back and shoulders.”

V: “That’s probably wise.”

B: “Yep! She loves food too much to diet, and neither of us like the idea of surgery, so keeping herself strong and mobile is a necessity.”

Our entrees arrive at this point. Mine is a buffalo chicken wrap, while Ben and Gabi enjoy a parade of burgers similar to their breakfast platters from this morning. I have Ben identify each one to me as they arrive— Gabi is far too preoccupied with eating her burgers to answer any questions about them. First, there is a double bacon and jalapeño with extra cheese, then a double mushroom Swiss with extra cheese, a ‘cowboy’ burger —dried onions and barbecue sauce— with extra cheese. These first three arrive in pairs, a matching burger for each. Gabi continues with a ‘King’ burger —peanut butter, bacon, and jalapeño— an avocado-bacon burger, finishing off with a Nashville hot chicken. All with extra cheese, as requested. Each meal comes with a side, and the couple gets just about all of them— garlic mashed potatoes, loaded tater tots, loaded steak fries, loaded waffle fries, loaded sweet potato fries, Mac and cheese, and steamed broccoli, also smothered in melted cheese.

After Ben finishes his meals, with Gabi still focussed on her own —making little moans of delight with each new sandwich or side— we continue the interview.

V: “So, you’ve mentioned jogging and swimming. Did Gabi ever find a form of cardio that worked for her?”

B: “We tried a few things. Yoga was a bit of a disaster, as was the rowing machine. Cycling was a little better, but she had issues with balance.”

V: “Yikes.”

B: “Yeah… there were a few skinned knees and bruised elbows at first… Anyway, we settled on that. Not quite as intense as ‘spinning,’ but once I helped her with her form, it’s been working really well.”

Our conversation lulls while we watch Gabi eat. I confess, dear readers, that rarely have I seen a woman who enjoys food quite so much. The diminutive Latina is in her own little world. It’s as if Ben and I don’t even exist so long as she has food in her hands.

V: “Do you ever work out together?”

B: “In the early days, when we were trying stuff outside, we did. But it’s hard for her to keep up with me, and sticking to her pace isn’t really worth it for me.”

V: “That’s too bad.”

B: “Don’t get me wrong, I love spending time with her. But trying to work out together didn’t work for either of us.”

Ben pauses for a moment as if debating whether to go ahead with this following remark.

B: “Of course, we do get some shared exercise in… other ways…”

Ben glances back at me with a chuckle.

B: “Oh man, you should see your face! Sorry, Val.”

I regain my composure and go on.

V: “If she’s using a stationary bike, you could get a second one or some other piece of cardio equipment.”

B: “We’ve talked about that, actually. It might be our next big purchase.”

Around this point, Gabi finishes her last entree and rejoins the conversation.

G: “What was that all about?”

B: “Nothing, babe; I’m just giving our new friend a hard time.”

Gabi gives a wordless ‘hmpf’ at that but smiles. Once again, AA picks up the check, and we move on.

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After lunch, we walk around the park for half an hour, ostensibly to let our food digest.

V: “Tell me more about the early days of your relationship. I assume you’ve met each other’s families?”

Gabi chuckles at this. For a moment, I worry she might lose a button off her blouse.

G: “I don’t think Ben’s parents knew what to think of me.”

Ben explains.

B: “I’m an only child, and my parents are older. I thought Dad was going to have a heart attack.”

G: “Or your mom was gonna stab him with that knife when he kept staring!”

B: “Haha, yeah. But you won her over when dinnertime came. She said she’s never seen anyone appreciate her cooking so much.”

G: “Well, she’s a good cook.”

B: “For sure.”

Our walk leads us to our next stop on the tour— a Renaissance fair. First things first, of course, Gabi leads us to a smoky booth for barbecue turkey legs. I decline, but Ben gets one, and Gabi gets two. I can tell she wants more but decides that one per hand is enough for now.

V: “Tell me about this stop.”

B: “This was our first non–restaurant date. And the day I asked Gabi to move in with me.”

V: “That’s sweet. Do you come back a lot?”

G: “Once or twice a year, usually. We dress up and everything; it’s a whole thing.”

V: “But not today?”

G: “Well… my usual outfit is a barmaid thing with the leather corset, and it seemed like too much hassle to change in the middle of the interview.”

B: “Plus, it doesn’t fit.”

Gabi blushes faintly at this, her mouth full of smoked turkey meat.

G: “Yeah… I need to have it altered again.”

Ben leads us to an archery area. I won’t describe my poor showing, but Ben does very well. Gabi declines to participate.

V: “You don’t like archery?”

G: “Well, I used to when I was a kid, but I can’t really do it anymore…”

Gabi mimics drawing a bow, thrusting her chest forward to demonstrate how much her protruding breasts would interfere with a bowstring.

V: “That does seem like it’d make things difficult.”

After the archery, the couple each buys big bags of kettle corn, and we sit to watch a comedy pirate show for a while. Then it’s meat pies and mead, followed by axe throwing. Words fail to describe the sight of a 5’1 woman with breasts the size of watermelons trying to throw axes, but I trust my more imaginative readers will be able to picture it.

V: “Are there other things you used to be able to do that you can’t do anymore?”

Gabi thinks about this for a moment while she chews.

G: “I guess so. You guys talked about the workout stuff already. It’s pretty pointless for me to do pushups… not that I could ever really do those. I don’t know… cartwheels, I guess?”

Gabi laughs at this.

V: “Do you regret losing those things?”

G: “I mean, it’s just life, right? And, of course, now there are things I can do that I couldn’t before. But—“

B: “But we can’t talk about them with kids around.”

G: “I wasn’t going to say that!!”

We arrive at another food stand, saving us all from this particularly awkward line of conversation.

As the afternoon progresses, we go from event to event, always food followed by something else, then even more food. Ben seems to be saving his appetite for dinner, snacking lightly, while Gabi is rarely without something to put in her mouth. I lose track eventually, but there’s wood-fired pizza, elephant ears, corn on the cob, candied almonds, and more. We watch the jousting show, and a hilarious pair of women called Knotty Knickers who make suggestive puns about laundry. We watch a blacksmith at his trade, and I let Ben and Gabi have me try on various hats and wigs at a “Haberdashery.”

V: “What was it like meeting Gabi’s family, Ben?”

B: “Oh, they were all super sweet. Her little brother plays football in school, so we bonded right away over gym stuff. Her sisters mostly seemed happy to meet someone who could keep up with their hungry little sister.”

V: “That sounds like quite a big family.”

G: “One brother, three sisters.”

Gabi bounces off to get more corn.

B: “The first time I went over there, they couldn’t stop talking about Gabi’s appetite— once they got all the ‘tall’ jokes out of their system. Her oldest sister said they used to have to announce when they were done eating, to give Gabi permission to start cleaning up the leftovers.”

V: “Are her siblings big eaters too?”

B: “Not really —haha— they’re all pretty skinny. After her second plate, Gabi had to just sit and watch hungrily while the others finished their firsts. I think it made it hard for any of them to overeat.”

I reflect on the day, imagining someone with Gabi’s appetite watching me eat.

V: “That does sound like it’d be a little unnerving.”

B: “They said they had to buy their own snacks, too, and hide them. Nothing her mom bought ever lasted long. She’s a good cook like mine, though, and made enough to feed an army.”

V: “An army… or one particularly hungry daughter?”

B: “Haha, something like that…”

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