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Patrons' Prompt: Dinner and a Show Part 3
🕑 Added 2021-09-30 06:24:14 +0000 UTC“Have I mentioned that I hate you?”
“Pfft. Yeah, sure. You can’t afford to hate me. Or do you have your wallet squeezed somewhere in that mini-skirt.”
“It’s not a mini-skirt!”
“Oh yeah. You’re just a mega-girl.”
Halie winced into her spot on the back seat of the car. She was trying desperately hard not to watch, especially as the whale shark belted out a laugh so fat that it shook the entire car. Chloe’s laugh was so heavy and powerful that it almost drowned out the growling reply of their busty blonde driver.
Almost.
Halie was pink, hurriedly tapping away on her phone. “I-it’s okay, really,” she said. “It’s not a problem. If Chloe wants to see… umm… what was it called?”
“The Hitman’s Wife’s Girlfriend’s Best Friend’s Bodyguard,” came the cheerful chirp.
Halie looked up, for some reason feeling the need to check if the girl was serious, and regretted it instantly as her brain froze into a snapshot.
Chloe did not fit inside of Sammy’s car.
Chloe didn’t fit into most cars made with a capacity as little as five.
She wasn’t chubby. She was hardly fat. Looking at the rolls of backfat pinching the bright red blouse on either side of the seat, Chloe was beyond three letter labels. Her smooth shoulder peaked over the top, her great weight rocking the chair further back. Halie was less than a foot away from the fattest woman she’d ever seen.
But it was the girl sitting next to her that made Halie burn.
“That’s seriously the title,” the redheaded goddess of gluttony breathed, her voice so husky and fat that it made Halie twitch. Nat leaned over to her side, peaking at Halie’s phone. “Chloe’s been crushing on the headlining actor for years. Did you find the movie times?”
Halie let out a tiny ‘Eep!’ as the generous weight made the car’s rear shift and the suspension grumble, and an irate Sammy shouted “Would you two quit moving?! You’re frickin’ counterbalance!!”
“Counterbalancing what?!” Chloe demanded. “You and Nat’ve got all the weight on your side of the damn car, fatass.”
“Це безглуздя!” Sammy cursed, and there was a flash of green that practically lit up the car as she turned towards Chloe and glared. “I will drive us straight into traffic!”
“God, you’re so dramatic. Hey, mousey! Did you find the times yet?”
Blinked rapidly, Halie’s cheeks transformed as an angry blush replaced her embarrassment. Her eyebrows fell as her lips formed a spectacular pout, about to shout ‘I’m not mousey!’ in tiny-rage, but a chuckle from her side caught her off guard.
“Heh. ‘Mousey,’” Nat reached over, poking Halie with an arm fatter than the brunette’s thighs. “That’s kinda cute. How big are you, anyways?”
An sharp explosion could be heard as Halie’s mind misfired, her wide eyes fluttering.
“Christ. Is this really the best thing you could afford?! It can barely run!”
“Stop badmouthing my car! I got it used!”
“I can tell!!!”
Halie’s brain was hardly working, too busy becoming sharply aware of the scent wafting off of Nat like popcorn-scented perfume. Her skin was white as pure sugar, her arm completely covered in its soft sweetness. She even smelled fat, and Halie couldn’t take it anymore.
“O-o-one-”
Nat moved, lifting a hand to Halie’s head. It made a soft poomf as it landed in her bushy brown hair. “You can’t be more than, like, five-two. Right?”
Halie froze, all of the heat draining out of her face and halting her mouth from replying one-hundred-and-fifteen pounds.
“I’m five-four, myself,” Nat grinned.
“She wants your height, not your waistline!”
Nat’s round face completed a complete eye roll as Chloe’s booming laugh once more quaked the car, and Halie thought about how badly she wanted to intimately know the size of Nat’s waistline.
The redhead was inches away, her sharp red hair glowing against her pale white cheeks, which were dimpled in a perfect fatty smile. It was the blue that did it, the little bit of contrast in her lovely eyes, while Halie’s instinct noticed the fold of her double chin as well as the pinch of fat on her love handles.
She could feel the popcorn-packed belly smushed against her, her nose impacted between those soft fatty pillows of her round, fatty breasts. It was good that her mouth refused to open, even if her tongue whipped around and her voice tried to talk.
“Mrrghmoouufaouuwiifee?” she hummed through her closed lips.
Nat was still grinning, but now one of the ember eyebrows had lifted into a bemused expression. “You okay?” she asked.
Halie was screaming, but it was on the inside.
“Mhm!” she blinked rapidly. “S-sorry. Movie times. Yes.”
She turned back to her phone, fingers working so quickly that she ended up typing ‘Movie times hitman wife fat girlfrined body’ before automatically typing the enter key and noticed her error with a mousey squeak.
“Jesus, Sam. You really need to get a mechanic to look at this thing. The wheels are gonna fall off.”
The blonde girl replied with several things that sounded less than pleasant in her native tongue before whipping around. “MOVIE TIMES!” she demanded.
Halie fumbled with her phone, nearly dropping it before she just held the screen up towards Sammy.
“I can’t read it!” she shouted, her wavy blonde hair whipping around her face as she turned back towards the steering wheel. “Read it to me.”
Hand over her beating breast, Halie tried to focus on breathing before turning down towards her phone.
“T-the next movie time is at…” she paused, looking up to the current time, swallowed, and winced.
A slow shift could be felt in the car as the air cooled to the temperature of an iced mocha latte. “What’s the next time, Halie?” the blonde driver growled in a voice that said she already knew the answer.
“Seven-fifteen…”
A moment of silence passed which, to Halie, seemed exceptionally loud. It was the immense inhale before the oncoming storm. She could see Sammy’s knuckles go from white to a brilliant red as the rage flowed through her entire body and there was a great shift in weight as she leaned back to scream.
She was silenced before she could start by the loudest, lowest, sexiest sound that the world could contain.
A pair of overfed tummies growling in a perfect, wanting, synchronization.
“Hobo’s?” Nat asked.
Chloe’s chair squealed as she shifted her weight. “Nah! Cajun’s for Thursdays,” she replied.
The brunette’s sight twisted between them, seeing Nat’s lips fold as she thought hard.
“What about Angie’s?”
“That’s pickup only! But if you’re thinking pizza…”
“NO!” Sammy shouted, and one hand slapped closed over her ear. “NO! NO!”
Yet even as she shouted, a powerful rumble shook the full chassis of the car.
And it had come from Sammy.
Rage turned to horror, all of the red in blonde draining to become almost as white as the sugar-skinned Nat. She turned, eyes flickering from Chloe, down to the whale shark’s gut, and then down to her own pudgy paunch. Halie saw shock and terror almost flip into panic when the pale muffintop warbled against the tight white skirt.
“Here! Turn off onto main street!” Chloe said, bouncing as she sat up and making the car cry in pain. “We might be able to still make the lunch special if we get there before two!”
Slavishly, terribly, Sammy slowed the car down and followed Chloe’s direction, her eyes centered on something far far away. “Not again… not again,” she mumbled in a dead, robotic voice. “Anywhere but there… I can’t afford it. My clothes are too tight. My favorite show is on.”
The dead voice was silenced by her another tremble, quivering her exposed muffintop.
“Urgh…” she grunted, all the energy shooting out from her. “I guess we have time to kill…”
“And mouths to feed,” Nat chuckled. “Come on. It’s just one meal. Ya gotta eat anyways.”
Halie swooned at the power of these words, feeling her heart quicken as she watched Sammy’s paunch pooch outwards when she let out her breath. With her belly now driving, nose lightly lifting as if already smelling something so desirable, it was clear that the girl had lost all control.
With her mind overloading and not daring to believe what her desires now screamed, Halie twisted from each of the girls who now looked fatter than ever with food on their minds.
Nat had her hands resting on top of her tummy, squeezing her legs together to make her thighs fluff and causing her love handles to tuck even more of her shirt. “Mmm. I was just thinking if the theater offered dinner too. Popcorn’s nice, but…”
Halie had an immensely pleasing view as Nat took a deep breath before letting out a sigh and nodding to herself, with her belly jiggling from even this slight easy motion.
“Pizza’s great, but I could totally go for some shrimp. Or maybe some chicken? Ooo, or pasta. Their alfredo’s the best…”
“Just get both!”
There was an immense sense of motion, and Halie suddenly felt as if she’d stepped onto a ship without a life jacket as Chloe’s fat-folds twisted and she turned in her seat.
Her belly came first, rolling over the center console and smothering it entirely beneath its fullness. And then it kept coming, more and more, crawling forward like an unyielding tide of weight and indulgence. Her breasts then appeared, a tremendous fat roll which used her belly like a table, pink plush beauty peeking from every gap in her blouse. Then came her double chin and her ultra-fat grin, lit up by the fires in her sparkling blue eyes.
“I want a burger. With bacon. Swiss cheese. Maybe some egg? Ohhh, and the fries…”
With the way the sun hit her large forehead, it looked almost as if she were sweating.
Maybe she was.
Halie gulped, realizing that she was quivering. With fear or anticipation, she couldn’t be sure.
“W-where are we going?” she stammered, and then Halie melted as three pairs of eyes all turned to her own, with the tune of overweight hunger suffocating the warm afternoon air.
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Halie was having trouble breathing.
Her lungs were pumping in and out, but her body struggled to process the grease-laden oxygen. Not that Halie had the presence of mind to even notice this. Her brain was too busy committing the sight before her to memory as she followed Nat and Chloe as they ever-so-slowly waddled side-by-side up the long flight of stairs.
Chloe’s black shorts dug into her backside and were wedged in the immense crack of her ass. Their dark color highlighted the pink chubrub that was quickly forming between her overweight thighs, rubbing together with an animated jiggle while the woman relied on the handrail to heave hundreds of pounds up to the next step.
Next to her, Nat’s jeans had fallen several inches, with every step pinching the denim between her plump legs. Her white top had clung to a space on her fat middle, pulled up while her pants fell further and further to reveal her wonderfully soft, shapely, marshmallow fluff.
With the fat of her ass peaking over her waistband, her pants falling centimeter by centimeter to show more and more, Halie was swooning over each detail that was slowly exposed.
Another step, another huff. A pair of dough covered arms leaning on opposite handrails for much needed support, Chloe and Nat matched each other step for step, and almost pound for pound.
“It’s only like twenty steps!” called an irate voice from the other side of a mountain of blubber. “Hurry the hell up!”
Chloe looked like she was trying to say something. Her voice failed her, much like her muscles now failed her body.
Her left arm lifted, thudding down around Nat’s shoulders with a wet, fatty, slap. Rather than shrug her off, Nat instead lifted her arm to do the same, and the two porcine ladies supported each other as their anguished arms pulled them to mount another step.
They were three-fourths of the way up the steps to the restaurant’s entrance, which was the second-floor balcony of the busy building. Generic rock music flowed down from that space, mixing with several cheers and jeers of a merry crowd.
Halie was drooling, her body noticing the scent of greasy food and heavy drinkers while her mind was locked as another inch dropped. Nat didn’t have stretchmarks. No blemishes, no cellulite. A walking marshmallow, an overweight ghost, the fattest fatass that Halie’d ever had the pleasure of seeing, and the furnace in her belly began to implode when she noticed the sweat dribbling down from Nat’s waist to the crack of her ass.
The brunette tried to look away, fearing yet hoping that Nat might collapse backwards and tumble down the stairs just so she’d have an excuse to feel the weight wrapped in her two arms, but looking down from their backsides just exposed their cankles, giving Halie whiplash as she tried not to gape.
Burger Queen sat on the corner of Rockdale’s busy main street, just before the bridge with the river running along the side. It was less than ten-minute drive away from the girls’ gated community, though they’d been forced to park three blocks away, and it had turned into a struggling twenty-minute walk. This area would fit more into the lakeside of downtown Chicago than it seemed to mesh with their medium-sized town.
Maybe it was the nearby airport, or the string of hotels that surrounded the spot, but it always weirded Halie out that there was an area so busy in a spot that seemed like there was so little to do. Sure, there was the nearby convention center, and a couple of places that would often feature concerts, but Halie thought of Rockdale as more of a college-town than a center of commerce.
Though this might explain what’d been happening to Sammy… and just where she’d been going while leaving Halie alone at the faraway gym.
Halie swallowed, looking down to see the line that was beginning to form behind their slow ascent. She felt almost like she had to apologize as Nat wheezed out an overweight “Shit…” before struggling up to the next step.
“F-fatass,” Chloe spat. “Can’t even… climb stairs…”
“Look who’s… *Hoogh*t-talking…”
“Why would I… have to look? I know-” Chloe cut off, audibly straining to find the strength for another. “I know who’s talking. It’s me. Dumbass.”
Behind her, Halie heard someone say, “You think they’d just use the elevator…”
The brunette turned around to see the pair of girls that were directly behind them were now leaning against the railing that overlooked the river. A brunette and a blonde, both wearing easy tees and light-colored pants.
They weren’t exactly thin themselves, but compared to Chloe and Nat, they looked like Olympians.
“I think you’ve gotta get weighed first,” said the blonde, checking her nails. It was clear that they’d decided to wait before climbing the rest. “That’s what that downstairs entrance is. With the scale?”
Halie had not noticed a scale. She hadn’t noticed an entrance. She’d been too busy noticing other, overweight, things.
“Is there some kinda weight limit?” the blonde’s friend asked.
“Yeah. You gotta reach the minimum or whatever.”
The brunette staired at the other girl for a few minutes before slowly shaking her head. “This place is weird.”
The restaurant’s entrance wrapped around the side of the black-painted building, overlooking the nearby river that flowed through the city. Set next to the railing of the river, a pair of bear sculptures had been fitted with oversized sports jerseys, each proudly advertising ‘Burger Queen’ written across their chest in fatty bold letters. A feminine crown with a heart-shaped ruby centerpiece was inscribed over the jersey’s heart.
Halie turned back up to see the two fatties had advanced several steps and were nearly at the top. The little brown mouse yelped to herself, rushing to catch up with the pair of overweight bottoms.
She still had to wait another minute before they finally mounted the final stair.
They parted, each nearly collapsing against the opposing rails of the balcony and revealing finally revealing Sammy, who had her arms crossed over her center and was wearing a mean grin.
“You good?” she asked Chloe. “Get your monthly workout in?”
Chloe’s face was as pink as her hair, her belly folding at her generous love handles into pair of fat rolls while her heaving chest sucked in air and billowed hot gas.
Sammy rolled her eyes, coming to the girl’s side. “Alright, come on,” she lowered herself to her side and lifted the girl’s arm around her. “I had them get us a table already.”
Chloe was still unable to find the strength to speak as she staggered along in the grip of the blonde. She looked almost helpless, faltering over her own two feet while Sammy directed her weighty movement.
Only then did Halie realize that she’d been left with Nat, who looked somewhere between complete collapse and heady ruination. She was bent at the middle, legs shaking beneath their extraordinary burden, but she seemed almost to be trying to laugh. Her face was flush with exertion and dribbling with sweat, but her blue eyes seemed to sparkle merrily as she looked over to Sammy.
“Should’ve had her… drop us off…” she chuffed. “Think I’m… too fat…”
The smaller girl couldn’t tell if it was a comment or a question. Head flicking towards Sammy, she saw the blonde was now looking over her shoulder and delivered the brunette a big wink before tilting her head down at Chloe.
It took a moment for Halie to realize. With a face even brighter than Nat’s, she approached the redhead and began fidgeting with her fingers. “D-do you need-” she stammered, only to be cut off as hundreds of pounds were dropped onto her frame.
Nat’s body heaved as the girl sucked down another breath, chubby cheeks spread in a double-chin grin. “Thanks,” she panted. “Think you can… carry me?”
Halie was willing to die trying.
Her left arm snapped around Nat’s back, fitting perfectly into the fatty’s lovehandle. The white top engulfed her thin arm, pound after pound of softness folding around her and making Halie’s heart hammer.
It was unreal. A sudden strain on her legs, a buckling tension inside of her knees. How much did the girl weigh? How much could she eat?
Desperately wanting to find out, Halie carried the redhead to the entrance, engulfing the pair in the scent of grease food, sloshy drinks, and eliciting a purr of wanting hunger from the goddess of gluttony on Halie’s arm.
Together, they wobbled into Burger Queen euphoric atmosphere.
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Officially, Burger Queen was a restaurant. It had seating, served drinks and food, and gave people a spot to hang out together and have someone else provide some much-needed cooking.
But it wasn’t a restaurant.
It was a sports bar that had a multitude of huge flatscreen televisions always broadcasting whatever sport was currently in season for patrons to watch as they munched away on burgers, wings, and all sorts of traditional American cuisine.
But it wasn’t a sports bar.
It was a cultural eatery, with paintings of cherry blossoms decorating the walls, pink flowers and pretty leaves weaving in-between all of the sports memorabilia that featured athletic activities from around the world. Japanese baseball, European football, Korean Jokhu, Australian rugby. Numerous broadcasts came from these countries, featuring these sports in their native languages, and featured ethnic entrees front and center with the full-service sushi bar as well as offerings of Udon, Yakitori, and Tsukemono.
But it wasn’t that, either.
As Halie’s muscles began to burn under the strain of Nat’s well-earned weight, she realized that she had just walked into a shrine that had been dedicated to the religion she had begun to drool over and while serving in secret.
“Waiter! Can we get some more wings here?”
“I think I need another chair…”
“Are you kidding?! Do I look like I could fit into a booth?!”
The religion of vices. Of greed, and gluttony, and of women spoiled by a hungry nature.
From chubby to bouncy to heavy and as thick as an overweight cow, girls of all types and shapes reveled in the foodie atmosphere of Burger Queen’s air.
“Oghhh. Those damn stairs kill my legs,” Nat grunted, shifting her weight. “I’m starting to think they put them there as a joke.”
Halie couldn’t respond.
Too many sights. Too many meals, too many bouncy ladies with round bellies.
In reality, there weren’t such an overwhelming amount. Chloe and Nat were currently rewriting the book in Halie’s mind of ‘what it means to look fat,’ and the small brown mouse had already been overloaded with information.
There were men there, of course. College-aged drinkers and sports celebraters, but they were practically invisible to Halie’s brown eyes.
In an attempt to regain control of her senses, her mind automatically began trying to turn weight into statistics. Lust-addled senses eyeballed the countless shapes and sizes that made up the crowd, imagining numbers rising over their heads.
One-fifty, chubby. Small pooching tummy that was revealed beneath a baby doll top.
One-sixty, tall. Muscular, athletic, but covered with a layer of softness.
Two-forty, short. Even shorter next to the muscular friend, with chubby wide hips that wiggled as she walked.
Three-fifty, drunk. Shouting cheerfully, mug raised in the air before tilting back on her stool and chugging the beer, her belly hopping between every swallow. She was wearing a baseball Jersey, with the Burger Queen logo proudly showing on one arm while the other displayed 300+.
Halie swallowed, facing away from the woman as a call for more drinks shouted up from the bar, and somebody celebrated as their favorite team scored. She turned her searching brown eyes forwards.
Four-hundred pounds, angry.
Halie blinked.
“What the hell are you staring at me like that for?!” Chloe demanded, face twinged with her angry pink blush. She was still sweating, still breathing heavily, though the effect was doubled in this atmosphere. The bright light made her pink skin shine, and revealed the droplet of exertion that now slowly fell from her double chin.
“Oh relax,” Nat huffed, lifting her arm off of Halie’s shoulders. “I doubt she’s ever been here before. Not exactly Hall of Fame material.”
“Psh,” Chloe puffed, “You’re fat enough for both of ya already. They’d make an exception.”
“Ugh, please. I’m well aware that we’ve both smashed that milestone.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” Chloe growled, then her face brightened. “Oh, are you talking to her?”
She turned to the side and revealed Sammy, who was already seated at the high-rise table and, somehow, had already received an extremely large drink.
Face pink, eyes smiling, Sammy cradled what could only be called ‘the obese cousin of a chocolate-frosted latte’ in both of her hands, lifting it to squish between her overtly large breasts. It highlighted just how busty the girl had become, each boob outlined in her top while she sucked up her milkshake through a long bendy straw.
Above her golden blonde hair, as her chubby cheeked grin spread wide and she kicked her feet pleasantly from atop of her stool, the bronze numbers showing ‘198’ slowly ticked over to a silver ‘199…’
“Aaaahhhh,” Sammy melted, the tension going out of her back and her muscles. She looked down at her frosted drink, affectionately petting the lid. “You’d never hurt me would you, coffee?”
“It’s the chocolate that’ll do it,” Nat chuckled, coming up behind her and patting Sammy on the back.
“Or the ice cream!” Chloe waddled up to them. “Look at that thing. What, are you trying to get the discount?”
Sammy’s eyes narrowed. She brought the cup closer, the bottom resting against her bare belly. “Back off!” she shouted. “For your information, I’ve been working out! And it’s going extremely well! I weighed myself last week, and it was only one-ninety.”
Halie had been there when she’d done it. Sammy had kicked off her shoes and stripped out of her sweaty gym clothing and undergarments as if Halie hadn’t even been in the room. She’d pumped her fist, jiggled her stomach, and declared that she was stronger than her appetite and that losing weight would be easy.
And then never showed back up to the gym.
It was clear that Sammy was not 190. The numbers were right there, couldn’t they see? Sammy was… Sammy was…
They were moving again.
Halie she could only stare as Sammy brought the cup back up to her mouth, taking a long and spiteful slurp of her chocolate dessert. Both Chloe and Nat played off of her comment, but to Halie, all was silent as Sammy pulled harder, drank deeper, and the ‘199’ rolled over to a golden ‘200’ to the angelic tune of an angel’s choir.
Halie looked from Sammy to Chloe, back to Sammy to Nat. Chloe said something that she didn’t hear, Nat replied something that she didn’t understand, and Sammy joked something that she couldn’t comprehend.
These girls were fat unlike any other. Fat girls in bodies and already in minds, with weight spreading amongst them like a thick warming blanket. They were smiling, laughing, a slight air of challenge but a more tender air of care. They embellished one another, somehow raising the weight of the girls around them. And in this place, this shrine, people saw them shine.
“Yoohoo?! Earth to Halie,” Nat gestured, looking at her from side to side. “You still in there?”
Halie couldn’t jump. Couldn’t be startled. She was overwhelmed, but she felt good. Almost great. The girl she’d been crushing on for weeks wasn’t just fat, she seemed to enjoybeing fat. So all Halie could do was smile.
“Yeah,” she said. “Sorry. Just kinda…” she looked around, and all the numbers melted away.
They disappeared, just as their owners did, until it was her and the redhead standing alone in the room, with a golden ‘3XX’ hanging over Nat’s head.
Three-hundred pounds of pale marshmallow fluff, but even these numbers were slowly fading. They lowered down, further and further, until they were completely hidden behind the scarlet red hair, bright pale cheeks, and sparkling blue eyes that lit up Nat’s friendly grin.
“I like this place,” she beamed.
“Heh,” Nat chuckled, “you haven’t even tried the food yet! What’s your go-to? Burgers, or pizza?”
Halie blushed. “I, uhh, reallylike pizza. We’ve been doing handmaid ones using the oven at school.”
“Oh, no way!” Nat’s face lit up. “You cook?”
“I told you, she’s a culinary student!” Sammy broke in, and the void returned into the warm glow of the Burger Queen restaurant. “She helped me when I was… I mean, she’s helped me with dieting. Gives me ideas for groceries.”
“Yeah,” Halie put her hands on her hips, “but you never listen! I know for a fact that you’ve been soaking all your veggies in cheese dip!”
Chloe’s booming laugh began rocking the air while Sammy furiously blushed. “Whatever!” the blonde shouted, ducking down to her drink. “I’m still eating them!”
“Yeah, but it’s no good if you go overeating,” Nat replied, taking a seat across the table and pulling out a stool before looking over at Halie.
“You should listen to her,” Chloe said, wobbling past Sammy to take out her own stool. “Nat’s an expert at overeating.”
With a snide grin over towards the glowering blonde, Chloe sat down on her stool. Her face then twisted, changing from snooty to abject confusion as a thick *CRACK!!* boomed through the whole restaurant.
Everything went silent. All of the girls turned to Chloe, who had just enough time to look down at her stomach before her stool gave way and the fattest girl tumbled down to the ground with an exceptional scream.
