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"I've got a black belt in bloating!" P.1
🕑 Added 2020-11-15 08:36:40 +0000 UTCAshley eyed Nora in the way that someone that had been stranded on a deserted island might watch a passing whale breaching the surface of the waves. Weighty kicks that were heavier than they were powerful broke the surface, churning the waves of the sea.
“Heeeelp!” Nora complained, her cankles slamming into the passing waves. “My hair’s gonna get all wet!”
Ashley should have splashed her. After all, the whole point of going swimming in the ocean was to get wet. But her mind was too focused on how Nora’s shadow seemed so much bigger beneath the waves, and how her pathetic doggy paddle made her marshmallow arms look beyond massive.
Nora was bigger than big. She’d passed into super-sized a few hundred pounds ago, her former championship body replaced by heavily earned flab and ghostly stretchmarks. A long strip of red was the only color in her dark black hair, which was almost as fluffy and fat as the girl who wore it.
It used to be short.
Nora used to be thin.
What the hell happened at Fulsome Academy?
And why the fuck was Ashley so attracted to her?!
The young hairstylist watched Nora from her perch on the floating trampoline, her long purple-blue hair circling around her like a dangerously colored owl that was about to pounce on a particularly juicy fish. The trampoline was for public use, a large black device made for beachgoers to play on.
It was relatively quiet seaside, despite the long festival weekend. Most people, no doubt, had decided to sweat the hot day out in front of their air conditioning.
There had been a bit of struggling after they’d discovered Nora’s old bikini wouldn’t fit, and Ashley had almost swooned when the tubby kickboxer had waddled out of the dressing room in a new double-plus-sized swimsuit. Only barely managing to keep her tongue in her mouth, the roommate loaded up Nora into her car and made for the beach. From there, it had taken a little convincing for Ashley to get the whale in the water, but now she couldn’t look away.
Despite the light sea and easy waves, it was more than obvious that Nora was struggling. Ashley wondered what she felt like in the water. Did she feel lighter? If Ashley tried lifting her, would she be able to? She might end up suffocated.
God, she wanted to be suffocated.
Nora’s large eyes blinked rapidly, a soft hand brushing over her nose before she looked up at Ashley. “Help me up!” she demanded, reaching for the inflatable raft.
Ashely finally found her voice, pealing away from Nora’s overblown ass when it sunk beneath the surface. “Are you kidding?” she asked as Nora’s piggy finger wrapped around the black handles of the rope ladder. “You can’t come up, there’s not enough room.”
“It’s huge!” Nora complained, her lips pulling down in a pout.
Ashley lifted up onto her knees, crossing her arms beneath her medium-sized chest. “You’re huge!”
Nora’s eyes tightened into a scowl. “Whatever!” Ashely saw the ladder go taunt as Nora’s feet pulled it downward. “I’m coming up!”
The moment she rested all of her weight, Ashley could feel the center of gravity being completely displaced. She fell forwards as the raft trembled, Nora pulling the ladder out and marching hundreds of pounds up the tiny ropes.
Most of her was out of the water before Ashley could struggle back towards the center, trying in vain to right the mass. “Nora! You’re too heavy!” Ashley called as Nora’s fluffy black hair came into view.
“I’m fine!” Nora grunted, hands grasping for the higher handhold.
“The raft isn’t!!” Ashley called back as her friend’s beat-red face struggled up, followed by her modest chest and immodest tummy. Ashley could feel the backside lifting up and tried to get out a warning just as Nora’s hips wobbled into view. “Nora, you’re gonna ti-”
Her warning became a scream as she slid down towards Nora, catching her porky crush between her flailing legs and knocking both of them into the water with a terrific splash. She felt Nora’s arms clamp down on her legs, tightening around Ashley’s knees and preventing her from pulling free.
Softness, sheer softness that felt like a water-logged pillow, and she felt every pound in Nora’s fatty frame as her legs slipped down bell-shaped curves before finally untangling and each girl came free.
Nora breached the surface with powerful kicks, taking in a huge breath of air and sending another wave into Ashley’s face as she too came up, giving her a mouthful of seawater. Ashley started sputtering, trying to wipe at her eyes, and hearing from what seemed like far away. “You got my hair wet!” before another thunderous splash lifted into her face and sent her back beneath the waves.
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“Darn sun,” Nora said for the third time as the pair returned to the beach. “I can feel it burning into my skin.”
“You really think you need more sunscreen?” Ashley asked. “This is like your third coat.”
Nora, with hips wider than her beach towel, plopped down with a solid, “Bwah. Yes. I gotta keep my skin pale.”
“Why?” Ashley asked. “Isn’t the in thing being tan?”
Nora laughed, squirting a large glob into her hand. “Maybe like twenty years ago. I’ve got a lot of skin,” she began rubbing the cream into her thighs. “I am not getting skin cancer. No, thank you.”
Ashley swallowed. “Do you need any help?”
Nora looked up, narrowing her large eyes. “Are you gonna sit on me again?”
“You tilted the raft!” Ashley returned the look.
Nora’s hand, unthinkingly, went to her belly, rubbing the spot where Ashley’s body had latched on mildly. “Hurt my tummy,” she said it almost unconsciously, her dark hair already resuming its fluffy shape from the hot sun. “You could have moved! Or held the other side down!”
“I was trying to! You’re, like, twice my size!”
Nora huffed, having noticed the white cream she’d rubbed over her swimsuit and now trying to wipe it off. With the same hand, of course.
Sighing, Ashley picked herself and her towel up, kneeling next to Nora on the sand. “Here, let me,” she reached for Nora’s tum and began rubbing it. Nora leaned back, sticking her stomach out even further. Like a great, round hill, her belly lifted her bottoms up as far as they’d reach, exposing most of Nora’s fatty thighs and heavy hips.
Ashley was dripping wet, but her throat was so dry that she feared it might crack. She could feel all of the weight in Nora’s thigh, tapping against her knees while she reached across Nora’s belly.
The lotion was sticky and smelled faintly of flowers, but as she rubbed it into Nora, Ashley could only smell soda. The memory of pepsi, of Nora’s FAT pants and this great belly stretched wide and wobbling. But now it was soft. As soft as a cloud, as soft as a dream.
Nora’s malleable tummy pushed out between the gaps in Ashley’s fingers, clouding Ashley’s judgement. A beast in her own belly purred just looking at Nora, seeing the vast array of stretchmarks and scars that covered her body, almost so white that they merged with her skin.
Around her belly, her thighs, even Nora’s arms were covered with the ghost of her gain. The proof of her sweet tooth. She’d leaned back, giving Ashley private glances at her cleavage and her fair, round shoulders. The great belly lifted and fell as the woman took an equally heavy breath, flexing herself against Ashley like a wonderful creampuff before releasing the air as a low, husky giggle.
“My roommate, Panda?” Nora dropped back to her elbows. She had shut her eyes and the red stripe in her hair riffled in warm beach breeze. “She actually gives really, really nice massages.”
“I think you mentioned her…” Ashley said, watching the stretchmarks strain as the girl took an easier breath.
“She helps me manage my streams. She’s super sweet, but her fingers are like…”
A wiggle went through all of Nora’s body as she let out a vibrating groan, sending jiggles over every pound. Her hips were creating a divot in the sand as her weight settled, pushing her further and further backward until she was laying down like a lazy, puffy, doughball. Ashley noticed, knew she’d seen, but instead of just watching and enjoying her roommate’s weight and her rising curiosity, something was rolling around inside of Ashley’s torso.
A feeling of heat was puffing from the inside of her belly, the small pleasures losing themselves as a sensation crawled down her back and she felt a little heat inside of her sea-green eyes.
“What’s she… like?” Ashley asked.
“Hmm?” Nora blinked up towards the sun. “Panda? She’s great. Horrible at cooking-”
Ashley snorted. Of course Nora’s first thoughts are about food.
“-but she’s got, like, magic, in her fingers. She talks a lot about medicine, and, those…” she snapped her fingers, a generous wave quivering the chub in her arms. “The, uhhh, rock things. Minerals. SALTS!” she shouted, then smiled, proud of herself for remembering. “Yeah. Those are super nice, and she gives them to me for baths all the time. Uggh, I need to ask her about moisturizer again.”
Ashley bobbed back and forth, feeling excited. “I can help you with that. We do all sorts of beauty stuff at the saloon.”
“No thanks,” Nora said idly, and Ashley felt the wind drop from her sails. “Nobody knows it like Panda does. She says it’s like medicine, and your soul’s, like, a garden.”
The hairstylist’s frowned. “That sounds stupid.”
Nora laughed. “If it was stupid, she wouldn’t be at Fulsome.”
Ashley’s grip tightened, pushing into Nora’s gut. “Well, maybe Fulsome sounds stupid. Can’t be so smart if you’re going there…”
She regretted it to moment she’d said it, but as Nora sat up, her stomach folding over Ashley’s hands and pinning it between two fatty rolls, she twisted to meet Nora’s glare.
“I got in for my kickboxing,” Nora reminded gruffly.
“And how’s that going?” Ashley asked.
“It’s perfect.”
“It doesn’t look perfect,” Ashley said back, her voice slow. “It lookslike you can hardly walk without getting out of breath.”
Nora took Ashley’s wrist, pulling her out from the folds in her tummy. “My routine is just fine.”
“What routine?” Ashley asked, lifting a finger and poking the puffball. “I’ve not seen you work out once since you got back. All you’ve done is play games and do streams.”
Ashley saw something in Nora’s eyes, a familiar fire of that, for a second, reminded Ashley of tanned skin and short black hair. Of flexing muscles and the tomboy’s smile.
It was replaced, instantly, but the challenging glare of the creampuff. A girl with the consistency and shape of vanilla mochi, complimented only by her long black hair and colorful red stripe. The kickboxer had been smothered beneath soft living and Nora’s absolute weight.
But Nora’s eyes still burned, shifting to Ashley’s hand.
“Take your finger off of me,” she said softly.
“Or what?” Ashley asked. “Are you gonna sit on-”
It wasn’t necessarily a flash, but Ashley had the reflexes of a turtle under anesthesia. One second she was looming over Nora, the next her wrist was caught by Nora’s hand, there was a sharp pressure in her elbow, and she was tumbling down into the sand, chest first.
She hit the ground boobs first, feeling the sharp impact knock the wind out of her just in time for her to be flattened. A great weight plopped onto Ashley’s back, forcing every molecule of out of her lungs and leaving the purple-haired stylist unable to even yelp. Her mind panicked, taken by a primordial fear of being crushed beneath a cave-in before Ashley even understood what had happened.
Nora was sitting on her.
The great white whale had sunken her knees deep into the sand, thighs forced apart to fit Ashley in the center. The huge, hanging gut rolled over the small of her back, completely pinning her tiny torso.
Ashley lifted her hand only to feel it snatched away before it was pressed beneath a knee the size of her waist. “Agh!” she tried to breath, the sand going up to her chin. “Nora!”
“Do you remember,” the husky voice of the obese kickboxer said conversationally, “how when other girls made fun of your weird-colored hair, I always got in their face until they left you alone?”
“No-raaah!” Ashley squealed as a hand pressed down on her shoulder blade, the weight so great that it cracked her back several times.
“And how, when girls tried making fun of me, you told them off for being little bit-er… um… no, you know what. Bitches. That’s what they were.”
The hand then separated Ashley’s colorful hair, searching for the base of her neck.
Ashley struggled like a worm beneath a boulder, surrounded on all sides by Nora’s blubber and no longer finding it so attractive when she was actually underneath and fighting to breath. Beneath the panic, beneath the strain, Ashley felt the growling sensation swelling inside of her stomach.
It made her mad. She kicked, grunted, but was firmly trapped. And that drove her wild.
“You and I never fit in anywhere else,” Nora went on, her fingers slowly moving out over Ashley’s struggling shoulder, while the thumb was firmly placed at the top of her struggling spine. “That was how we connected, wasn’t it?”
She paused, as if Ashley might be able to respond, but she’d also leaned forward and pressed an additional forty pounds of pressure onto Ashley’s spine. All Nora earned was a ferocious green glare from the trapped beast.
“You played Magic, I kickboxed. You wanted to be a hairdresser, I was a tomboy.” Nora’s voice huffed, a deep laugh that made her soft, heavy belly roll over Ashley’s tailbone. “We didn’t even fit in with each other. But, somehow, we learned how to read one another pretty well…”
Ashley felt herself go rigid as Nora’s thumb pushed inward, her fingers tightening over her shoulder, and then suddenly an outward shudder of pleasure shook out of Ashley’s throat.
“There you are.”
The point on her neck where Nora’s thumb pressed felt as if it were suddenly pushing out a pool of cold air, sending all of the heat down into the hollow center of Ashley’s stomach and sealing up the hole. Her chin pressed deep into the sand as Nora’s pudgy mitten pulsed.
Ashley groaned into the sand while Nora’s other hand came to her shoulder. Her eyes unconsciously rolled back in soft pleasure as pain and aches she didn’t realize she was carrying were rubbed out of her body.
“Panda says that negative energy tries to burrow into your spine. It tries to crawl from your head…” Nora’s weight shifted, allowing Ashley a quick breath before the soft hand hand pressed firmly down Ashley’s spine. It kept the pressure as it trailed all the way down to where she’d felt that hollow feeling. She hardly heard Nora continue, “Crawling down to your belly, and it eats away until you’ve got nothin’ left.”
Ashley senses were flexing in ways that she didn’t understand. She could feel Nora’s weight on her back, on her butt, on her chest, on her stomach. She could swear that she was laying on Nora’s thighs, soft hands brushing softly through her hair. She could smell sunshine, sweat, and a light scent of sugar-packed cookies flooding into her nose while, lower and lower, she felt a heat swirling around between her legs.
This time, it wasn’t a flash.
Ashley could picture Nora perfectly, standing in front of her and showing off her strong body. A temple to fitness, to strength and dedication. Her tanned skin and two-piece bikini showed off hard abs and stronger legs. Hair that didn’t even reach her shoulders. Nora was flexing, her grin lifted in a shark-like smirk, glistening like an Amazonian warrior.
Then, as Ashley’s watched, that picture shifted.
It started in Nora’s belly, the marshmallow-white slowly taking over her body before pound after pound spilled onto her frame. Then her hair lengthened, coasting past her shoulders, and reaching to the swelling hips. Her stomach grew so fat, her body so wide, and with a devilish smile Nora was leaning back, licking her lips as her bikini snapped off and the stretchmarks appeared on her belly, her thighs, even on her round, flabby arms.
Nora’s pose changed as she grew, legs forced down and swelling ass forcing her whole body up a few inches. The woman playfully slapped her belly, gripping herself before a porky finger caught around her deep belly button. She lifted herself up before dropping her gut between her huge thunder thighs.
That fat woman’s bikini bottoms had snapped clean and Nora sat nude on the beach, teeth skating over her lips before an enormous rumble caused her huge tummy to quiver and her face lit up.
“Ice cream!” Nora shouted, as excited as a teenager.
Ashley was suddenly thrust back into the sand, the weight of the butterball kickboxer shifting higher up on her back. Nora’s hair swung down as the fat girl grunted, the pressure from her belly surrounding all of Ashley’s body. There wasn’t any room to struggle, any space for breath.
Something in between an instant and a lifetime passed as Nora strained, her unfit arms and unfit legs trembling to lift her up. Ashley closed her eyes, writing beneath her. Not from pain, but pleasure as Nora’s sticky wet stomach rumbled against her back, the fatass wheezing near her ear just from trying to stand.
Slowly, sadly, the weight lifted and Ashley could breath. She began to lift herself up only to fall to the ground as the pleasure swam from her center through her limbs like a restricted explosion finally let free. She squirmed, moaning into her own mane of hair, feeling as if she were about to burst.
Through half-lidded eyes, Ashley looked up. She only saw double as Nora’s long black hair tried desperately to cover the exposed cheeks of her butt while she waddled up the beach toward the boardwalk.
And from there, with her nose in the sand, Ashley could smell the faintest scent of frozen mint chip.
Her belly roared.
