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You've got a Wife! And she's Fat! And now you're going on a holiday somewhere!

This choice: A new band member awaits  •  Go Back...
Chapter #8

A holiday with our fat wives?

    by: TheWingMan Author IconMail Icon
If Francis noticed Violet's new spare tire he didn’t say anything.

He welcomed us into his luxurious mansion with aplomb. Everything sparkled and shined, from all the white marble to the stainless steel heavy kitchen.

“As you can see I’ve been doing pretty well for myself” He said as he led us to the living room.

Violet plopped down on the couch, sending a wave through her gut.

“Damn, this is certainly better than our place back in the states.”

I settled next to her on the couch.


“So what was that surprise you had for us?”

Francis beamed.

“I found an excellent vocalist. Someone that should let you focus on that guitar Davey.”

That was a relief. Just because I had the “best” voice out of the three of us didn’t mean my voice was “great.”

I was still a little uncertain. A new member of the band meant a new person to get used to. Plus, this trip was pitched to me as a reunion tour.

“That sounds great!” I said, not wanting to give away my doubts. “When can we meet them?”

And that’s when Francis called out “Honey, you can come down now!”

All three of us turned and watched towards the stairs as we heard heavy footfalls.

“I’m… coming… phew…” came a voice with a German accent.

“Sorry I didn’t tell you guys, we just got married when I sent the email to you.”

Walking fully down the stairs was a rotund woman, easily twice the size of Violet. She was dressed in a white crop top that showed acres of belly flesh, with matching white sweats.

Her blond hair was streaked with green and pink highlights, and she wore a very serious pair of eye glasses.

My eyes slightly bugged out of my head as I saw her. I was glad Violet was also watching her so she didn’t see what else was bulging.

“Hello, my name is Glynda. Francis has told me so much about all of you!”

“Come on, we’ll talk more over dinner. There’s a great restaurant not too far in town.” Francis said as he got up off the couch.

We certainly had a lot to discuss
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