"Honey I don't know if I could eat another bite but the butterscotch pie is too good to let pass by. Do you mind splitting an order?" Travis said as he placed his napkin on the table.
"That would be delightful." Trisha noticed that Travis had gone from a three courses plus dessert and still went home to snack to a salad and soup kind of guy. It must have been a side effect of his shrunken waist.
"I'm going to run to the washroom, mind ordering?" Travis got up and walked to the washroom near the kitchen. Trisha took the opportunity to admire the view of her husband's sexy sway.
"Hey buddy nice tits." Trisha heard one of the men near the bathroom call over.
"Yeah thanks." Travis replied.
"Yeah, how about you get out of here, let some normal people have an normal night out. We don't need your jugs cluttering the place up." The guy stood up. Trisha was shocked to see how big he was. He stood over six feet and was solid as a rock.
"Hey, just leave me alone. I'm here to have a night with my wife." Travis went to move past the slab of meat in front of him.
"So am I, quit messing it up." The man moved in front of Travis. "You can go somewhere else. My wife and I are trying to enjoy our meals not heave them up."
"Listen pal, I'm not trying to start any trouble." Travis said when a fist came flying at his jaw.
"I said get out of here." The man growled at Travis as he hit the ground.
Trisha quickly grabbed the rock she'd left in her purse. "I wish Travis could handle any trouble he gets from anyone." Trisha looked away. When she could look at Travis again he'd gone from the ground to standing in front of the man holding his fist in his hand.
"I said leave me alone buddy." Travis gave a quick snap of his wrist and pushed the howling man back to his wife. Nothing about his appearance had changed but apparently his body packed quite the punch.
Travis walked back after relieving himself.
"I am so sorry about that sir. Please, your wife asked for some pie and we are paying your bill tonight." The waiter said as he laid down the pie.
"Thank you, sorry about that. Some times guys get a little uppity when I'm better looking then their wives." Travis smiled at Trisha as he offered her a spoon.
"It's okay, are you alright?" Trisha asked.
"I'm fine, he won't be throwing many punches any time soon." Travis said as he took a mouthful of pie. "That's the good stuff right there."
Trisha smiled at him. She hadn't noticed at first but Travis seemed to radiate confidence. She also noticed that his suit was far more form fitting. It was still a man suit but it didn't try to hide his new found curves. She even noticed that her husband was wearing a push-up bra under his shirt. She could see the demi-cups outlined through his shirt. It seemed that Travis was far more accepting of his feminine attributes now that he could handle any difficulty that arose.
