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The Fat ReunionTHE FAT REUNION
By Ned Fox
My wife and I had been invited to a family reunion at her aunt and uncles place at the lake. What was different about this reunion, was that it was to last nearly three weeks. Katie's aunt and uncle were retired and financially quite well off. They were also corpulent , coming honestly by it. They all were fairly short and as they grew older had gained quite a bit of weight. The other family gatherings I had attended had seemed nothing more than an excuse to eat all day. When I heard that this one was to be nearly three weeks I was a little worried.
Katie told me about it after returning from a visit with her mom. She said that Aunt Mary and Uncle Dave wanted to have a reunion for everyone at their "cabin" by the lake. Their "cabin" was a small estate with a six thousand square foot house and several acres of land right on a large lake in the Midwest. I didn't r
Wife vs MomWife vs. Mom
By Ned Fox
My wife and mother in law had been battling over "weight" practically since my wife's birth! My mother in law is quite fat, she is only five foot two and has weighed as much as two hundred and seventy five pounds. She loves her "figure" and so does my father in law.
My wife, who since puberty has been plump, has struggled to keep her weight under control. Since we got married my mother in law has pressured by wife to start gaining and get a nice "married figure", which in her world means getting FAT!
I am an FA so, my wife can never weigh to much! One of her hang ups though is she does not want us to be an odd couple, with her round and fat and me relatively slim.
Sally usually battled with her mom. The last time my wife and I had been to her family's house, Sally and her mom had a battle royal. Her sister's were both pretty fat, so my mother in law felt that Sally was in some way disrespecting her for not g
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
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