"Donna! Eric's here!"
"I'll be down in a second dad!" Donna yelled back, before shutting her bedroom door again. She returned her attention to her outfit, biting her lip as she examined herself in the mirror. Had she put on a little weight?
Her jeans still buttoned, maybe with a little more effort than usual, but her stomach seemed to be sticking out a bit. She turned her head, but much like her boyfriend she could decide if her ass was any bigger than normal. She shrugged, pulling on a green sweater over her white blouse. Even if she had, it wasn't much. Not a big deal.
***
"So, what's the plan Eric? I hear they opened a new Fatsoburger in Madison." Donna teased as they cruised down the road.
Eric smiled, but kept silent.
A few minutes later, they turned off on to a side road, and a few minutes after that, a dirt trail. Donna was getting impatient, but Eric was resolute in his silence. She was just about to ask him again when suddenly, they stopped.
"What's wrong?" Donna asked, glancing at the dashboard lights.
Eric looked at her with a smile. "Nothing. We're here."
He stepped out of the car and Donna followed suit, as he walked around the back of the car. She gasped as she realised they were on the edge of a large cliff. The sun was just about to set, and far below, Point Place was laid out like a map, and in the distance she could just about make out the Madison skyline. There was a thunk behind her, and she looked to see the trunk of the Cruiser had been cleaned out, and filled with sheets and pillows.
"Oh, Eric." she sighed.
They sat down and snuggled up, and Donna rested her head on Eric's shoulder. "This is perfect." she said happily.
Without a word, Eric reached an arm to the back seat of the car and retrieved two Saran wrapped brownies. He handed one to Donna, who eagerly unwrapped it. "Okay," she amended, taking a big bite of the 'special' confection, "now it's perfect."
***
An hour or so passed. The last rays of the setting sun were just giving way to night as Donna re-buttoned her blouse. She was just pulling her sweater on over her head when her stomach began to rumble.
"Hmm." She grunted.
"Hungry?" Eric asked, raising his eyebrows.
"Maybe we should have gone to Fatsoburger after all." She grinned, a little embarrassed.
"No need." Eric replied, and reached into the backseat, this time pulling out a small picnic basket. He placed it down between them and opened it.
"Why Eric Forman, you really do know how to treat a lady." Donna said with a smile, choosing a cupcake from the basket.
Eric said nothing as she took her first bite, a dab of frosting transferring itself to the end of her nose. Her special brownie had been a bit more 'special' than his, made with a strain that Hyde had told him caused a serious case of the munchies. As he watched, Donna devoured the cupcake and grabbed a second, and a third, alternating bites from each one. He quietly began to unpack the rest of the food. Along with the cupcakes there were some cookies, half a pie, and even a can of whipped cream...
***
"Ooh..." Donna groaned, suppressing a burp. "I think we might have overdone it."
Eric nodded sympathetically. He actually hadn't eaten anything, content to merely sit back and watch Donna stuff her face with all if the available treats. It had been difficult to conceal his excitement when she paused to undo the button of her pants before resuming eating the pie.
Even now he found it hard to keep his hands off her, her small belly poking out from under her shirt, her underwear visible beneath her open jeans. Eventually she struggled to her feet and they got back into the car. Donna fell asleep almost instantly, and as he drove them home Eric kept sneaking glances at her bloated midsection, imagining the effects all that food was going to have on her body.
When he pulled up in front of her house, she woke up, and groggily she walked around the car to give him a goodnight kiss. He could still taste the chocolate on her lips, and as she walked up to her door, her unbuttoned jeans slid down a little, exposing the tops of her butt cheeks.
Eric smiled, and began to plan his next move...
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