“Well, how's about we stretch that capacity? Or are you going to shame all Buttercombe alumni, eh?”
Alice scrounged her face sadly, looking for a way out. She badly wanted to stay, yes, and not just to oblige her old friend. She'd enjoyed the idle afternoon and there were so many more things to ask Sam! But she ought to watch her eating, she'd already scarfed down enough calories for two days. And besides... “I really couldn't fit a single mouthful,” she made a sad face.
“Oh, don't worry 'bout that, girl. That's what digestifs are for. We've got an excellent cure for full stomachs,” Sam half-turned as if willing to go for it herself, “Carmen! Bring me that Normandy calvados! And two glasses!”
“Yes, ma'm.”
“Do you drink calvados, Alice? Remember, if you say yes you'll get to meet my sweet Jack at dinner,” Sam winked at her.
That settled it. Curiosity made Alice accept the dinner – and a glass of calvados – and while she watched the Latino maid manoeuvre her behemoth of a friend out of her sofa, she quietly sipped it. She'd never drunk calvados and it was so good! Smooth and nicely sweet and yet a tad tart too, it tasted better than drinking apple cider… and though she knew it had a lot bigger kick too, Alice decided it was good.
When Sam was finally hoisted upright, she noticed Alice licking her empty glass. “Like it, huh?”
“Are you kidding? I love it,” Alice giggled and turned to the maid. “I could drink it all night. Refill, please? And you're right, I feel I could eat a little bit more.”
“Watch out, girl, it's strong stuff. D'you wanna get stoned before my man comes? By the way, believe it or not, Jack's distantly related to one of our schoolmates. Huh? Jack Spencer,” Sam emphasised his surname. “As in… Arisa?”
“You mean he's somehow related to Arisa Boonliang-Spencer?” Alice couldn't quite wrap her mind around it. She took another big gulp of calvados instead.
“Yeah, to that whale,” Sam ironically ignored her own bulging body that must have outgrown Arisa's and went on. “Un-frickin'-believable, right? And somehow is a good word. Jack explained it all to me, and not just once but all I got from it is, they don't have a family tree but a real jungle. Huff...” she ponderously moved towards the door. “And he should be here right about… now.”
As if on cue, door swung open and Alice could finally see Sam's partner. Jack Spencer was dark-haired and chocolate-skinned, as befitted his familial relationship with Arisa. Otherwise, though, he seemed her exact opposite – quite tall and quite slim, lithe might be a better word; with a moustache and a goatee like a cheap B-movie villain. Impeccably dressed in an expensive-looking dark striped suit and a tie, he looked like a slick broker ready to help you part with all your money.
Floorboards groaned when Sam affectionately leaned into his embrace (well, a demi-embrace at best). “Hi, lover!” she chirped like a girl a third her size. “How was your day?”
“Terrible. Boring, drab and tedious. I missed you,” he bent over for a long, thorough kiss. Only then did he notice the shy blonde figure trying to blend into the background. “Oh? We have a visitor?”
“Yeah, that's Alice. Y'know? I toldya 'bout her. Even showed you our photos together!”
“Oh, right? The schoolmate from Buttercombe? Is that you?” Jack's upper-class accent rolled the words as he looked Alice up and down, “I'd expected someone, eh… less mature looking,” he saved nicely.
“Well, duh! Those photos were four, five years old,” Sam shrugged, oblivious to the hidden context.
“And I, uh, I slimmed down, uh, a lot...” stammered Alice, all-too-aware of the new bulge around her waist.
“Oh, there was no need, you looked stunning back then. Just like you do today. Anyway, welcome to the Wilsey-Spencer household,” he untangled himself from Sam's folds and stepped forward to kiss Alice's hand like a Victorian era gentleman. She felt a blush forming on her cheeks while he went on, “I trust you'll stay for dinner? I can promise you a feast worthy of Buttercombe.”
“Uh, y-yeah...”
“Don't worry, Jack, I already talked her into it. Yeah, they'll have dinner with us,” Sam barged in. “So we should go eat right now, huh?”
“They?” Jack looked around the room as if expecting to find someone he overlooked in there.
“Oh, sure, Carmen, go fetch, err... Zack from the game room! See, Jack, her boyfriend got bored listening to girl talk so we sent him to play some games. You don't mind, do you?”
“Oh, that's OK. That's why they're here, eh?” he winked at the girls, making Alice wonder if Sam had learned this gesture from him. “Zack and Jack, huh? We should go along splendidly.”
By this time steps echoing in the vast hallway announced the missing guest and soon a sheepish-looking Zack entered the room. After another round of introductions everyone moved to the dining room, Sam leaning on her boyfriend. He helped her reach a sturdy-looking loveseat, apparently adapted to her size. She ponderously sat down again, spreading her thighs wide apart so her belly could freely flow downward. The plump maid quickly scurried to her mistress and placed a small stool underneath it.
Jack looked up to see his guests already seated and clapped his hands. “Bring the first course!”
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