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Dinner and a Show Part 1
🕑 Added 2020-10-07 04:11:13 +0000 UTC“So... um... is your friend... rich? Or something?”
“Eh?” Sammy glanced over as she put the car back into drive. Ahead of them, the security officer lifted the large parking gate. “Hah, I wish,” the dirty-blonde laughed. “If she were, she’d have her own damn car.” Sammy’s sedan, if you could even call the junkyard on wheels a sedan, groaned as she let off the break and pulled into the gated community.
“Yeah... but, like, she lives here? As a student?”
“Their place isn’t that nice,” Sammy grunted. “Honestly, I’m pretty sure she spends most of her money on food... but you’ll see what I mean when we get there.”
“On... food?” Halie looked up at the tall apartment as they entered the small parking lot. She tried to picture what the rent bill must look like, then adding a higher grocery bill on top.
She gulped.
The two girls exited the car and made for the main entrance of the apartment. In one hand Sammy carried her smartphone, thumb lazily tapping as she took the lead on the sidewalk. In her other, a gigantic plastic cup that contained a coffee that, much like her car, could hardly resemble what it was meant to be.
To Halie, ice coffee was already toeing the line. But she couldn’t consider what Sammy slurped up as anything but an xtra xtra-large milkshake. Half the size of her torso, made of heavy cream and soaked with the scent of vanilla ice cream, Sammy had to put a noticeable effort just to get the thick sludge up to her mouth, though what was most noticeable was the effect that it had.
Sammy was supposed to be thin, like Halie. She could have sworn that they’d both, at least, been athletic just a few months ago. But in her tight white V-neck top that her chest had pushed into an overweight U and her even tighter white skirt that hugged her potbelly, Sammy’s weight was increasingly undeniable.
Which was a problem for Halie. Not because she’d lost her gym partner, but because her ex-gym partner seemed intent on testing Halie’s heavier desires.
Halie knew she was a weirdo. She didn’t like boys, didn’t even like most women. But fat girls… thick shapely thighs, smooth white skin, and a figure that looked as much like vanilla cream as it did a porcelain goddess, they made Halie lose her mind.
Sammy was way, way too thin for Halie’s overweight tastes, but damn if she didn’t spark the thought of someone that was much, much bigger.
In the sight of her mind, Halie imagined her biggest red crush. The girl she’d met at the gym, who she’d run into at the grocery store and whose fat smile and sugar white skin wobbled up and down in that tight black and blue uniform.
Nat was her name. They’d introduced themselves again at that first checkout, but in her head, Halie had labeled the fat girl as the fat girl. Her whole body looked like a waddling marshmallow, pure white skin topped with a deep crimson hair, Halie dreamed about seeing more of her perfect, snowball shaped body.
Unlike the fat girls Halie searched for online, the fat girl wasn’t lumpy, and from what little she’d seen Halie hadn’t noticed any stretch marks. But to be fair, she had trouble looking away from the swaying of her hips while the girl hummed as she scanned groceries, or the way her doughy arms looked like they were about to pop the stiches on her sleeves.
She realized that she was picturing the few seconds she had caught of thefat girl’s black jeans, the huge pockets with the peak of white beneath her teal work-shirt. She had such a fat frikin ass.
“You thirsty?”
Halie blinked, her conscious mind slamming back into her mind with enough force to make Nat’s projection jiggle even as she faded, and was replaced by the hazel eyes and wavy blonde hair of Sammy, hand on a soft hip and her mega-coffee squished against her stupid-fat chest.
“Sorry?” Halie asked.
Sammy’s eyebrow perked, along with a speculative smile. “I said I’ve to give our names when we buzz in, and you were just staring at my cup like you were dying of thirst.”
“S-sorry…” Halie swallowed, putting a hand in her hair. She tugged on her messy brown ponytail, trying to focus her head. “I guess that I am,” she tried to laugh.
It made Sammy’s smirk widen even more. “What, were you looking at my boobs or something?”
“N-no!” Halie blurted.
“I mean yeah,” Sammy looked down at her chest, squeezing herself between her chubby forearms, “I guess they’re pretty big. But if you go looking at my stomach, I’ll get really upset.”
Halie’s face glowed like a lighthouse, causing Sammy’s to laugh good naturedly. Her friend knew about her… preference, as well as the doughnut-shaped girl that she had been crushing on.
“You’re too easy,” Sammy teased, her shake-packed tummy flexing inside of her shirt. She turned back to the door and thumbed a blue bell icon.
“Y-you still haven’t told me about your friend…” Halie tried to change the subject.
Sammy turned around, and the grin that she gave made Halie fear for her life. “Hmmm, haven’t I?”
Before Halie could give her soft-spoken response, they were interrupted by the click of a speaker. A voice with a heavy eastern accent announced, “This is the Neptune building. How may I help you?”
“Hey Tommy. This is Samantha Chumak and Halie Desouris.”
“Ahh, Miss Chumak,” the voice responded. “You have come to check on the whale shark?”
Sammy snorted. “Nope! Thank God. Wait, is she here?”
“I do not have either of them as checking out.”
Sammy scowled. “Hmph. Great. She’s probably already finished with the micro-bio lab.”
The intercom clicked again before the speaker announced something that Halie didn’t quite catch before, “All of that is above my paygrade.”
There was a loud electronic buzz and the front door popped open.
“Is there a problem?” Halie asked.
Sammy frowned before shaking her head. “Nah. Knowing Chloe, she probably aced it.” Then her head hung back and she added, “Which means she’s gonna brag again. Ughhh.”
Halie felt her mouth tighten. Chloe? She knew a Chloe, didn’t she?
Sammy said something in her native Ukrainian before opening the door and gesturing for Halie to enter. She did so, listening to Sammy mutter darkly to herself about some sort of ‘ice witch.’
She began to feel as if she’d just walked into a tigress’ den.
The light blue waves along the wall of the lobby meshed with the black and white tile, giving the building an aquarium like feel. There was a nearby section, deep blue carpet that mixed with three dark leather couches set up around a wall mounted television, that gave the lobby a hotel like feel.
Sammy took the lead, walking up to a glass partition where Halie now saw a bald man sat. He looked a bit older than the girls, likely late twenties and definitely Eastern European, reminding Halie of her Polish cousins.
He said something in the harsh language to Sammy, who responded by somehow twisting the words to sound airy and attractive. The two chuckled before the guard passed Sammy a dark blue lanyard with a white card attached.
“Elevator key,” Sammy informed. “There’s no way we’re walking up five flights of stairs.”
Halie tried to catch onto the short jovial air that the two had exerted. “You could probably use it,” she jabbed.
Sammy’s tongue vibrated so heavily that her thighs began to wobble. She moved past Halie and towards the elevator. “Yeah, and you could use a muzzle.”
Halie snickered.
A small black card reader lay on a mostly blank wall, but a crack that had looked almost like a wave opened up to reveal a sea-themed elevator. Little fishes swam around inside of the painted side panels, and a small plaque on the back read ‘The Neptune Building.’
“Are you sure your friend’s not rich?” Halie asked.
“The one we’re picking up isn’t,” Sammy stepped into the elevator.
Halie followed. “What about the other one?” she asked. “The, uhh, shark.”
Sammy smiled. She pressed a large button with the number five on it. Halie then noticed that each floor had little colors and aquatic names posted next to them, with five being ‘The Whale Pod’ written in deep blue.
“I’m terrible around rich people…” Halie muttered nervously.
“You’re terrible around most people.”
“True…” the small girl stared at her reflection in the polished metal doors, again fidgeting with her brown hair. “Can’t you tell me about them?” she asked as the doors opened. “I’m nervous.”
“I could,” she caught Sammy’s eye. “But this is more fun.”
Halie made a small sound before the elevator dinged open and the little mouse followed the blonde out onto the fifth floor.
A dark carpet mixed appealing with the blue-painted walls, with a pod of whales painted along the deep ocean while waves acted as trim near the deep teal ceiling. Halie knew as much about marine biology as she did rocket science, but even she could see the wide-open maw of a huge whale shark near the entrance to room 503.
Halie only realized the silence when Sammy’s sip became a slurp, shattering through the hallway like a crack through a window. Halie glanced at Sammy, saw her friend’s tired eyes and sagging potbelly, and kept her mouth shut, trying not to feel nervous.
Then she saw the whale shark again.
The door of room 503 seemed somehow… wrong, to Halie. Looking at it sparked some sensation in her head, an innate wrongness with the wooden shape of the large doorway. She felt herself looking at the edges, slowly outlining it with her eyes.
A few moments passed. Then a few moments more.
“Isn’t she expecting us?” Halie asked.
“She’s probably struggling to stand up,” Sammy replied.
Halie chuckled, only then realizing that her friend didn’t seem to be joking around.
She turned back to the door, and it suddenly hit her that the door was too big. It wasn’t the size of a double door, but it was certainly bigger than it should have been. At least by half over, the dark wood looked stretched in her head, and she felt herself picturing it as almost a square.
As Sammy’s glib jibes and slight teases washed over her, Halie began to realize. Lots of money spent on lots of food. Referring to her friend as a whale shark, that they had trouble standing up. The feeling of a soft pale tummy squished inside of her hands, the fat girl’s gut filling Halie touch while her pale face glowed like a beacon of red. “… How fat is your friend?” she asked.
The doorhandle twisted and the threshold was almost entirely filled by the woman made of sugar, the waddling marshmallow, a girl whose belly could only be matched by her hips.
Thefat girl.
“Hey there!” Nat grinned, her smile tugging up into her chubby cheeks to form a pair of fat dimples. “Sammy said she’d be bringing you along.”
Halie mouth was hanging open, her eyes fluttering up and down as they took in the messy red hair and vanilla cream skin. Bright blue eyes widened as Nat tilted her head.
“Eh? Halie, you okay?”
“She’s fine,” Sammy brushed Nat’s concern. “She’s just tired. Didn’t get any coffee this morning.”
“Ohh, gotcha,” Nat nodded. Then she noticed Sammy’s mammoth-sized portion. “Not in a sharing mood?”
Sammy tucked the gallon of ice cream to her chest. “Get outta here, mine.”
Nat chuffed, standing up straighter and causing her chin to be pulled into her fatty white neck. Only then did Halie realize that Nat was wearing a thick woolen blanket over her shoulders, a blanket which only reached just past her hips.
Leaving almost the entirety of her thick thunder thighs on a quivering display.
Halie stopped breathing.
“Do you want some coffee or something?” Nat asked Halie. “I can make a pot, no issues.”
“Do you have French vanilla cream?” Sammy asked.
Nat gave her a lasered look. “Get outta here. You’re starting to sound like Chloe.”
Sammy scowled. “I don’t sound nearly out of breath.”
Nat laughed at that, a husky girl’s chuckle that tolled like deepening bells through Halie’s blush. “More like me. I nearly tripped getting up from the couch.”
Sammy smirked, looking over at Halie.
Halie’s wide eyes stared into Nat’s body.
“Come on in,” Nat offered. “I still gotta get ready.”
“Ugh, really?” Sammy asked, following the door-filling hips into the apartment. “You knew we were coming.”
“I got sidetracked, okay?”
Halie watched Nat’s thighs beneath the blanket, her head filling in the details from Nat’s nearly nudist appearance. She could see the swollen apple of her fat ass wiggling back and forth as her thighs pushed her legs into a lumbering waddle.
Silently, Halie realized that she was able to move. She scurried into the room after the others, quietly trying to close the door.
“I’ll throw a pot on, okay?” Nat asked. “Halie, how do you take coffee?”
Halie bounced, startled to hear her own name, and turned back to Nat. The fat girl wasn’t looking at her, she’d reached the kitchen and was letting the snowflake blanket tumble off of her bare white shoulders.
“Good lord,” Sammy rolled her eyes, leaning against the countertop and stirring her coffee. “Do you just not wear clothes anymore?”
“Hey, these are clothes!” Nat shot back, her sugar-cheeks coloring with droplets of red. And while it’s true that she was wearing something over her body, it was less than most lingerie models.
Nat’s soft belly now wobbled freely, a smooth single gut that rolled over a pair of plaid woman’s boxers. They fit Nat like yoga pants, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination and outlining the dramatic smoothness of her overweight ass. Over what little of her torso it reached, Nat was wearing a gray tank top that read ‘Fast Food Forever,’ with the A in fast substituted by a slice of pizza.
It didn’t fit Nat. It wouldn’t have fit her twenty pounds ago, with her chest making even Sammy’s look small with how the cleavage stretched the thin letters to make them look almost as fat as she was.
“All of my sleepwear doesn’t fit,” she grunted, trying and failing to tug the top over her gut. “I had to replace my work clothes and school clothes first.”
“School clothes?” Sammy asked, tilting a blonde eyebrow.
“Yeah, you know.” Nat waved. “Stuff for when I go out.”
She turned to a cabinet, lifting herself up on her tiptoes to open it and tugging the shirt up higher with her shoulders. The meat of her back formed a vanilla cream roll that spilled over the top of her partially exposed butt crack.
Again, Sammy looked over at Halie, who couldn’t tell if she wanted to run away from the apartment or to grab Nat by the love handles and confess her sinful desire.
She nearly broke as she watched Nat’s tummy spill onto the counter, the girl lifting herself up on her tip toes to reach for a bag of orange coffee grounds. “Ngh!” she hopped, coming down on the tile with a weight that promised to quiver Halie’s world.
“L-let me help you with that!” the small girl sweat. Nat turned, looking over her shoulder as Halie came up on her light feet, coming to Nat’s side.
“You’re even shorter than I am,” Nat smirked. “I can…”
But Halie was already moving, hardly noticing the words as her mind tried to cement those snapshots to memory. She hopped easily up with a knee on the counter, then lifted herself up in the cabinet and secured the orange bag.
She twisted, feeling herself flutter as Nat gave an appreciative smile. “Hey, thanks. My hero,” she joked.
Halie’s blush grew several degrees hotter.
It seemed to be lost on Nat as she went to an elaborate coffee machine. “We ran out of grounds last week. I’ve just been too lazy to get the new bag, so I’ve been drinking soda.”
“They say too much soda is bad for you~” Sammy sang, slurping on her 100oz milkshake.
Nat laughed. “Do I look like I’m worried about what bad for me? It’s good for my soul.”
“Then you must have a very healthy soul,” Sammy glibly replied.
Nat snorted again, and Halie just couldn’t help but enjoy the piggish effect. “My soul could be an Olympian.”
It was too much for Halie. She had a hard time with people, had a harder time with girls, and had the hardest time of her life with girls that she was so attracted to. Her heart thumping, her stomach turning, she could feel the strength of the blush on her face and the little woman realized that she’d not combed her hair, was wearing no makeup, and probably looked like a lazy do-nothing.
Not like Nat, who to Halie looked as if Aphrodite had just walked out of the sea, before waddling straight into a fatty buffet.
“C-can I use your bathroom?” she asked.
“Eh?” Nat glanced. “Sure, it’s just around the corner to the right. First door.”
“Thank you,” Halie had to stop herself from bowing, scurrying past Sammy before doubling back and, as silent as she could, slugging the blonde girl right in the shoulder. She glared into Sammy’s bright and teasing eyes before pointing at her and slowly backing around the corner, making sure that Nat didn’t see her death glare.
Betrayal. Betrayal! That jerk had known who Nat was, had know all along! She’d listened to Halie’s fawning for weeks and had snuck her over her for… for… gaaaah!
This wasn’t how Halie pictured her first time hanging out with Nat. But then, if it were up to Halie, there’d have been a ton of awkward bumbling at the supermarket and there’d never have been a first time.
She entered the bathroom, noticing that it was oddly loud for some reason, but too busy thinking to really connect the noise with the steam. She saw her reflection, her tangled brown hair tied in a lazy pony tail, her own pale face highlighted by the dusting of freckles which she normally hid beneath a layer of foundation.
And she didn’t have any of her supplies now! Her brown looked sleepy, her face looked horrible. But she spotted a comb and immediately set about dropping her hair to her shoulders.
If nothing else, she could make sure her hair looked… nice…
The comb logged in her tangled hair, Halie saw over her reflections shoulder, and finally connected each of the emboldened dots. The steam in the air, the sound of a shower, and inside of thick glass windows, the massive shade that bobbed from side to side.
The whale shark.
Halie very slowly turned around as the door opened. Water was flung as the shadow moved closer to the edge, and Halie could see the overweight blob that was the whale shark’s belly. It took only a moment to recognize Chloe from the memorable encounter at the gym, and judging by the width of the shadow, it was immediately obvious that she’d never see Chloe at that gym again.
A peach colored arm reached out from the door on the side, grasping around before finding a perched glass of wine on a tiny blue stool. The wine was pulled into the gray mist and Halie had a full outline of Chloe’s Jurassic sized body as she lifted back her head and drank.
Chloe’s gut was enormous, taking up most of her body and making the woman look exceptionally round. It reached out enough that her belly smushed up against the glass windows when she reached forward and replaced the wine glass, now almost empty, on the stool. Her breasts sagged on either side of her belly, fighting in a failing battle to keep her upright while hundreds of pounds pulled her straight down.
Her arms, covered in flab and, in the heat of the shower, glowing bright pink, quivered as Chloe then reached for a snack cake that had been set next to the wine. Halie stared as the fat shade lifted back and then she could hear a loud, salacious moan as Chloe stuffed it into her face.
This wasn’t a tigress’ den. It was the whale shark’s tank, and Halie had wadded right into her waters.
She turned back to the mirror, tugging on the brush and feeling it pulling harshly on her hair. She tried not to make a big deal of things, tried not to worry too much about it.
Chloe lifted her arm up, washing beneath her flabby bicep. She turned, putting her body in profile for Halie. Her breasts used her belly like a table, while her ass could be used as a nightstand. So much fat was packed into so little space, but if Nat or Sammy were any representation, this was where all the fat came from. This girl was the downfall of all women’s weight.
Halie tried to brush her hair faster.
It wasn’t working right, the teeth of the comb tugging too harshly. But Halie couldn’t go out to face that divine marshmallow like this.
She chanced turning on the faucet to wet the comb, then turned it off and let it glide through her hair.
She looked back at the shadow, then nearly froze as the breath of the ice queen flowed over the room.
“Eh? Nat, are you out there?” Chloe asked.
Halie nearly ignored her, nearly raced from the room. Instead she stumbled. “N-no, umm, s-sorry. I’m Halie, I’m-”
“Oh,” the shadow crossed its arms over its chest. “You’re the girl from the gym. Nat’s friend.” Her voice was high pitched but somehow still deep, a shrill touch that commanded all ears to listen.
But Halie had latched onto those last few words, felt her heart rate bouncing inside of her chest. “Y-yes. Sorry, I don’t mean to bother.”
“You should knock or something,” the shadow shifted its weight. “You’re not like some peep, are you?”
Halie’s eyes flipped from the shadow’s huge body and stared at her reflection. “No!” she denied. “J-just had to freshen up.”
“Freshen up?” Chloe asked. “Are you that desperate, did you seriously not hear the shower?”
Halie’s face was glowing bright enough that she could see Chloe’s shadow a little more clearly.
“Oh gawd,” Chloe’s tone became a snicker, the pink of her hair now shining clear as she moved closer to the door. “You’re trying to impress Nat, aren’t you?!” Chloe sniggered like an overweight sow, her belly pressed up to the glass and flattening outward as she peered outside, giving Haile a lecherous grin.
Haile paused, seeing the pink of Chloe’s hair, seeing the outlining curve where her double chin was plumped out by her sternum.
“For real? I mean, I knew she was bi, but she’s also, like, really stupid fat!” Chloe’s husky chuckle rebounded through the room as she stepped back into the downpouring water. “But hey, you do you I guess. I wouldn’t settle for someone unhealthy like that!”
Halie hadn’t heard Chloe’s last sentence. She had latched onto the previous. Nat was bi. The fat girl was bi! Looking at herself in the mirror, the small girl saw her own chest throbbing. She might actually have a chance!!
“She’d probably break a scrawny girl like you just by sitting on your lap.”
Halie immediately pictured Nat sitting in her lap. Taller than her, wider than her, with curves that were made to be squeezed and jiggled.
Fuck, she hoped Nat would flatten her ass.
Soapy suds trailed all the way down off of Chloe’s body as she returned to showering. Halie could see the girl using a loofa, a small soapy rag that was almost as wide and as red as she was, but her nonchalant phrasing stuck an icicle through Halie’s back.
“W-we’re just going to the movies,” she swallowed, trying to get the idea of being smothered by that marshmallow far away from her head. “S-S-Sammy… uhh…”
The shade had stopped moving. Halie tugged the brush through her hair more slowly, chilled simply by Chloe’s movements as, very slowly, it turned off the shower.
“What movie are you going to?” Chloe asked.
“I’m… not… sure, actua-” Halie began, only just realizing.
“I heard that one sucks,” Chloe dictated. The steam was beginning to fade and her body became more and more apparent. She managed to grab the towel from the stool before her breasts were completely exposed, only to then use it to dry off her ass and her gut, leaving herself open as she waddled up to the sink.
Chloe’s belly sagged low enough that she didn’t need underwear to cover herself, but Halie quickly wished that she did. She couldn’t turn away as her eyes scanned Chloe’s body, saw all of the slight flaws. Wobbling flesh that hung over her hips, a belly that looked as shapely as freshly made dough. A waddling pastry, filled with a thick heavy cream, her the weight of her body heard in the thunder from her feet and the wet claps of her belly against her fat thighs.
Then she realized why Chloe wasn’t wearing her towel. It wouldn’t have even fit the pink creampuff anyways. She’d have needed two just to reach around her waist, but she let the one drop as she looked at herself in the mirror. Her arms folded around her breasts, lifting them back before dropping them with a slap that was a gunshot in the air.
“Don’t worry, I know what the theaters showing. I’ll talk with Nat and we can go see something good, okay?” she asked a question that sounded more like an order. Sausage fingers passed over her scalp, pushing her wet hair over to one side before she gave Halie an evil looking grin. “I could go for some nachos. You know?”
At the mention of food, another voice joined the conversation. A low, groveling squelch, a rumble of power and hunger that demanded satiation.
And it had come from Halie.
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