Chapter 26 – Epilogue

A/N: Extended version of this epilogue is on AO3 and Deviant Art as a bit racier than the rest of the story so far. It's under the same title and username as on here.


It took her a few moments to come back to reality enough to roll off to the side, although with how big she had gotten, her belly was wide enough to spill out pressing against her partner as it piled up like a mountain of blubber across her middle.

Once she had regained her breath Max rolled onto her back as her partner cuddled into her side, laying her longer arm over the mountain that was her belly. Raising her left hand above her head she admired the recently added ring. It had been sized up from when Chloe had originally picked it out due to her fingers being pretty pudgy these days. "I still can't believe it."

"Better believe it," Chloe responded, with an affectionate rub of the belly under her hand, her own smile growing as wide to match, "I'm gonna marry the shit out of you, babe."

"I love you," Max replied grinning stupidly as the endorphins still coursed through her from her earlier orgasm.

"I love you too," came the heartfelt tones of her fiancée before becoming more playful as she continued punctuating each word with a kiss around the photographer's face and forehead, "my big sexy greedy blubbery porker."

Max giggled, enjoying the affection, but she also noticed the look in her partner's eye, blushing red as she realised, "Sorry, I forgot you didn't finish yet."

"Well, how about you help me take care of that?" Dropping her tone seductively as she added, "I'll even make you an extra couple of stacks of pancakes tomorrow morning?"


Four years had passed, almost in a blur it felt like to Max as they rode into town in the same truck that had taken them out of Arcadia Bay those few short years ago. Passing by the Welcome to Arcadia Bay after a several hour drive she felt Chloe nudge her out of her thoughts, briefly turning her head to smile at her before fixing her attention back on the road toward the main town and their current destination, the Two Whales Diner.

They eventually pulled into a parking space near the front of the building, so Max didn't have to waddle far. With the truck parked Max began to tidy up the empty wrappers around her, brushing the crumbs from her chest where they had fallen as she had snacked her way through the small bag of treats on the long drive.

"Ready to head inside?" Chloe asked having already hopped out and around to Max's side, offering her hand to help the much fatter women down from the high step.

Accepting the offer, Max carefully climbed out of the truck before fixing her outfit. While her hoody was long past fastening due to her rapid growth, her shirt did at least cover most of her belly, although it was so tight that it showed off every roll. But at this point, she was used to it and no longer shy about how low her belly hung over her waistband

Now on solid ground, the smell of the seafront air and greasy diner food hit her with a wave of nostalgia. It's the one thing she found lacking about Portland, despite being exactly the sort of place that suited both her and Chloe at this point in their lives, nothing could ever replace that distinct memory of childhood summers spent down by the beach just playing without a care for the rest of the world or its demands. But ultimately, she wouldn't trade her current life to return to those moments, they were both happy making a life for themselves out in that world and finding their way forward.

As they approached the diner one thing she noticed was that the entrance felt smaller in her mind than it had in the past. The doors were never exactly wide, due to the retro style design of the place, but the feeling of her hip brushing the side of the frame as she waddled through was new. 'No wonder though, I'm a lot bigger than when I ate here last. Speaking of which I'm starving, can't wait to have Joyce's Belgian waffles.'

Looking about inside the place seemed like it always had, there was that sense that time had permanently been paused in this location. Every bench and stool looked identical, all of the same scratches and dings in the metal counter were still there, she could swear the tourist pamphlets were the same ones that had always been there too.

While Max took in the ambience letting the nostalgia wash over her, Chloe had taken the opportunity to play some higher energy music to the displeasure of the ever-present trucker sat the main counter. The only thing that had changed about him was the greyer hair in his beard in the years gone by.

"Oh, my goodness, Girls" Joyce exclaimed as she spotted the pair, rushing to put down the coffee pot on the counter before exiting the hatch separating the kitchen area. She practically ran over to the couple pulling first her daughter into a somewhat reluctant hug, no matter how good their relationship, Chloe wasn't one for hugs from anyone other than Max. "I haven't seen you both since the spring."

"Hey Joyce," Max greeted the older woman who quickly pulled her into a hug once she released her daughter.

"Look at you both," she cooed and fussed over them both, congratulating them once more on their engagement, "Oh, and that ring, it's gorgeous."

For a moment the three women stood there chatting, enjoying being in each other's company after several months. Before long, however, Joyce realised she had been neglecting her duties as one of the patrons called out for the coffee Joyce had previously been in the middle of going to top up until she had spotted them.

Being shooed over towards the booths with the promise of their favourite orders to come, Chloe easily and smoothly slid into their regular booth, throwing her hat and jacket on the bench beside her as she relaxed into the bench. Max, on the other hand, remained standing looking at the seat, more specifically the amount of space between the bench and the table. She hadn't sat in a booth in about a year, and at that point, she hadn't weighed nearly as much as she did currently.

'Ok, no big deal,' Max thought as she assessed the situation, 'Just sit down like you normally would. I mean I know I've gotten bigger but surely I can still fit into a booth. Right?'

Her first attempt wasn't all that's successful as all she accomplishes is squishing her belly against the table edge causing the condiments on the table to rattle, well that and causing Chloe to eye her appreciatively and gin widely obviously enjoying the predicament.

Manoeuvring around slightly she managed to get herself down on the bench, but her belly was wedged preventing her from turning straight to face her fiancée. Taking a breath, she lifted her belly up and held it back a little, so it was no longer wedged, allowing her to twist in place. At least she was able to squeeze into the booth but now she had to get comfortable. Letting her belly spill out again she found that it was pressed against the edge of the table while the rest of her flab spread out to the sides and below the table. She tried to scoot back as much as possible, but it wasn't any use, her well-padded behind took up as much room these days as her widened hips, thighs, and belly.

"Damn, babe," Chloe teased with an impish tone, "Might end up stuck in there after lunch if you eat like you have been recently."

Max flushed realising she wasn't too far off being right, there wasn't exactly much room left, but before she could reply she spotted Joyce returning with her pad to take their order, so she held her tongue for now.

Following a lazy afternoon down by the pier the pair had joined Joyce and David for dinner to celebrate their engagement properly. A few beers had even been shared between Chloe and her stepfather, finding their relationship wasn't as strained as it once was due to distance and time. He even seemed genuinely happy for them despite his initial dismissal of the relationship, not that he had been homophobic or outwardly antagonistic but just a grumpy old guy who figured young love wouldn't last all the way through college.

However, despite the fun had the couple felt the need to retire to their old room for some privacy and rest after such a long day.

Other than the old bed and mattress the room was pretty much empty of other furnishings, the rest having been moved out with them to Portland. There was a few storage boxes of Joyce and David's old stuff that was due to be donated in the corner and the walls were bare, graffiti long since covered up with a fresh coat of paint, except for the one wall where the still scribbled out height chart remained as Chloe couldn't bring herself to remove evidence of its existence.

"I swear your Mom makes the best pumpkin pie in the world," Max commented rubbing her belly as she laid back allowing herself to relax after so much socialising. The old wooden bed frame was well past its prime and the creaking noise of the aged and worn slats made her a little concerned as to how sturdy it would be.

"She was just happy to have someone appreciate her cooking," Chloe chuckled as she joined her partner, crawling up from the foot of the bed laying an arm over Max's bulging belly as she propped herself up on her elbow, "Plus she's over the moon at officially being able to call you her second daughter now too."

"She's always been family to me," Max replied, rolling over on her side, her belly filling the gap between the two of them as Chloe's hands began to gently rub the wide expanse, her shirt long since ridden up.

She closed her eyes letting herself feel the warmth of her partner's body and the softness of the touches across her middle, but after only a few moments she felt Chloe move suddenly. Her eyes springing open to see the leaner women clamber off the bed and make her way over to the wardrobe.

"What are you up to?" Max asked bemused at what could be in there that was so urgently needed at that moment.

"Uh-uh, keeps those eyes closed Caulfield," Chloe called out over her shoulder as she rummaged around for a moment.

She did as she was told, although she was tempted to cheat out of sheer curiosity. She heard a bit more rummaging and a few swear words before the punk found what she had been looking for.

"Ok, you can open them,"

Max made a joke of peeing through her fingers at first before dropping her hands and looking at what Chloe had retrieved.

It turned out that what she had been looking for was the pair of white denim shorts Max had worn to the beach the summer before they left Arcadia Bay four years ago and a t-shirt she hadn't worn in even longer her pink Jane Doe shirt.

"I can't believe I used to wear this…" Max muttered as she picked up the now seemingly tiny shirt, at least it seemed tiny from her current perspective. She struggled to remember the last time she had even worn it, the shorts however, she remembered from their last few beach trips before leaving for college. Although on their very last trip she hadn't been able to button them, so they'd been left behind and ended up in the back of the closet with the stuff they didn't take to Portland with them.

Chloe clambered up on the bed again, crawling over to her girlfriend, placing her hands on either side of her hugely spread out belly, rubbing firmly at the rolls. "Hmm, you've definitely outgrown them."

Placing the clothes off to the side, Max reached up and pulled Chloe down onto her, feeling her firm frame against her own soft belly. Their lips coming together softly at first but with a growing sense of passion, before exploring the rest of each other's bodies as shirts were removed quickly.

They allowed the moment to build into an urge that needed satisfying as Chloe kissed her way up from the freckled collar bone, trailing up her neck to her pudgy double chin and finally to her ear, leaning in to whisper in a charged and gravely tone.

"Try them on for me, Babe," Chloe moaned, "I need to see how much you've grown for me."


A/N: Extended version of this epilogue is on AO3 and Deviant Art as a bit racier than the rest of the story so far. It's under the same title and username as on here.