Chapter 7


Waking up with Jess on Saturday morning wasn't as sleepily enjoyable as waking up on Friday had been. This time, the phone rang at 9:00. Jess was lying on her back and the phone was on the nighttable next to her, so I scrambled over and wound up straddling her. Her eyes were open and pussy hair was gently rubbing against mine as I picked up the receiver. "Hello?" My voice was still froggy, and my sister didn't recognize it at first. "Mel? Is that you? Did I wake you?"

"Yes, yes and yes," I said. Jess had a big smile on her face and one of her hands was gently stroking my belly, while the other was tweaking my nipple. I grabbed her boob and almost missed my sister saying that she and her two kids would be over at about 10:30 to go swimming. "Is that a problem?" she asked in her usual unpleasnt voice. "Well..." I started to say, but was cut off by her saying, "Deal with it." "Okay," I said to the dial tone. I laid down on Jess, carefully aligning my belly button with her belly button and then my nipples with her nipples and then my lips with her lips. She grunted, "Be careful, fatso, I've got to pee." I wriggled my hips and inflated my belly, saying, "Oh, does this hurt?" She giggled and rolled over, dumping me on my side of the bed, then jumped up and ran into the bathroom. I watched the ripples and jiggles in her butt as she went.

"Who was it on the phone," she said over the echo-y bathroom sounds. "The bitch," I answered. "She's bringing the two brats over to swim in an hour-and-a-half." "You mean your sister?" Jess asked, coming out of the bathroom naked and doing a pirouette for me. "Yes," I said, laughing. "What's so funny?" "Nothing," I said. "It's just that you've still got pizza sauce on your ass!"

"Well, I guess you weren't too hungry -- you didn't do a very good job licking it all off!" I walked over to her, turned her around, bent her over and gave her a big wet licking kiss right on her round, pink left cheek. Then, she stood up and turned around and we hugged, belly to bloated belly, our heads on each others shoulders. "I had a lot of fun last night," I said. "But, did we really eat four pizzas! There's some baseball teams that wouldn't eat four pizzas!" "No," she answered, "we only ate three. You had me sit in the last one, remember?" "Of course, I do. How about --" "-- do you remember the delivery boy's face when he showed up with the second two pizzas --" "-- He was so cute --" "-- and so shocked when you lifted up your shirt and asked him if he thought your belly was too big." "Do you think he likes fat girls? Maybe he went home and jerked off!" "More likely he went home and threw up!"

We were still laughing and bantering as we made the bed and then took a shower together. We soaped each other up, making sure to caress every inch of our bodies; she lovingly shampooed my long hair and I gave her scalp a vigorous massage. When we got out of the shower, I got on the scale and promptly gave a little scream. "One hundred and seventy-one pounds! Oh my god! I couldn't have gained that much!" "You didn't," Jess said. "Think about it: you haven't even digested half of the food from breakfast yesterday, let alone the twelve platefuls from the Oriental restaurant, the hamburgers or the pizza. You haven't gone to the bathroom, either. So, everything you ate yesterday is still in that big round wonderful belly of yours. If you're really not eating anything today, then I bet you'll be 166 or 167 by the time Andrew Sansome picks you up tonight." "But," I said, "166 or 167! I weighed 159 like two days ago! I've never been this fat before!" "I wish I had that problem," Jess said. "How much do you weigh?" I asked. "None of your business," she answered.

I was very surprised. "Why so secret," I asked. "We've been sharing everything for a long time and really everything for the past couple of days. I love every pound of you--" I pulled her close, running my hands over the soft skin of her still-damp ass. "Will knowing a number make you love me any better? Will it make me sexier? More attractive?" "Of course not," I said. "Melanie, you said you love me. We've been friends forever, lovers for a couple of days... You think I'm beautiful the size I am. You make me feel beautiful the size I am. When I'm with you, I love the way I feel, I love to eat and I love to think about getting even fatter with you. But when I look at the scale, and I see the number, all that goes away! So, please..." "I'm sorry," I said, and we hugged again.

It took a few minutes of running around the bedroom, hiding the evidence of our sleeping together, and then heading downstairs before we were able to shake the somber mood. But, picking up the last, uneaten pizza, with the unmistakeable imprint of Jess's big ass -- that totally cracked us up! Then, it was back upstairs to figure out what we were going to wear sitting out at the pool. "This wouldn't have been a problem," I said, "if Witchy-poo wasn't coming over. I would've just gone naked! But, I'm not ready to show off my fat body to anyone yet." "Well, except for the entire occupancy of the Oriental restaurant, not to mention the pizza boy..." "No," I said, struggling to find the distinction. "Those were strangers. Strangers are okay. I kind of enjoyed hearing them all make comments and observations about me. But, this is my sister. Her comments will be mean."

"She's not really one to talk, is she," Jess asked, digging through my mother's clothes drawer and coming up with a one-piece that would probably fit her. "No," I said. "She's not one to talk about anything. Especially not her weight. My mother told me that she weighs like 300 pounds but she thinks she weighs about 110. I mean, my mother's heavy, you're heavy -- I'm getting heavy -- but none of us would dream of insulting someone to their face about being fat. I bet the first thing she says to me when she gets here is 'God, you're becoming quite a fat load aren't you?' I mean, I don't care if she's fat -- I do care that she doesn't believe me when I tell her that that low-life boyfriend of hers keeps making passes at me -- thank God HE won't be here!"

"It's okay, Melly," Jess said, trying to calm me down. "She's just jealous of you. She knows she fucked up her life... Look, we'll just hang at one end of the pool, away from her and the kids... We'll pretend we're sleeping when she wants to talk to us... And soon enough, Andy Sansome, the most gorgeous man in the world, will be calling you to tell you when he's going to pick you up. That'll really give her something to be jealous about!" I was feeling really weak, just then, not as strong and sure and secure as I'd been all week -- my sister always was able to make me feel that way. "What if he doesn't call?' I asked. Jess just shook her head, ignored my question, and pulled the black bathing suit up her thighs. It fit her well, containing most of her wide, soft ass in its generous seat. The tummy control hid a lot of the damage from the past two days we'd spent eating together, and the cups, which were several sizes too small, only seemed to emphasize and accentuate the deep dark creamy cleavage between her large breasts. Her brilliant red hair and beautiful green eyes were enhanced by the contrast with the shiny black spandex.

I was having trouble finding a suit for me, meanwhile. I'd never been this heavy, so there was nothing in my drawers, and my mother hadn't been this thin since she was first pregnant with my sister. Jess pulled a white string bikini out of the drawer. "How about this one?" "Are you kidding?" I answered. "That one was tight about 30 pounds ago! My sister'll have a field day with that one!" I continued looking, and suddenly realized that my sister was going to have a field day no matter what I was wearing, so... I tried on the bikini -- Jess helped me tie the hip ties and the back bow -- and then I looked at myself in the full-length mirror in my mother's room. I had to laugh! The suit was ridiculously small on me. All around my waist, the blubber was flowing over the string, obscuring it like white-bread dough rising over the loaf pan. My still-swollen stomach forced the little triangle of fabric to fold over on itself, revealing to all the world that my hair is not colored; in the rear, the cloth quietly sunk into the deep crack between my round cheeks. The bra cups were more like teaspoons -- they barely covered my nipples, and my breasts were barely confined, flowing over the tops, sides and bottoms. I felt like I was wearing one of those super-heroine costumes where you know that the fabric must have some anti-gravity properties. I looked at myself in the mirror, turning around a couple of times, watching the way my new blubber moved, then said, "Oh, what the fuck! Let her feast her eyes!"

Sure enough, when Linda showed up with Jewel, the six-year old, and Caitlin, the four-year old, she came right over to Jess and me, said, "Hi, Jess, how are you?" Then before Jess could answer, she turned to me and said, "So, look at you! You're turning into quite a blimp! Have you been living in front of the refrigerator, or something?" I gave her a forced smile, saying, "Yeah, I guess it runs in the family." The girls got to my chair, then, and Caitlin said, "Hi, Aunt Melly-Belly. I have a 'kini, too. And I have a big belly, too." She lifted her long t-shirt to show us that she did, indeed, have a big belly -- much bigger than a four-year old should have -- then, she lifted up her sister's shirt and, demonstrated that Jewel was also quite fat. "Mommy says we have good ap-a-pipes." "I'm sure your mommy would know," I said. "Yeah, well, Miss 'Melly-Belly' blimp-oid," my sister said -- making it obvious that she was spending too much time with little children, "I just hope that your dream date doesn't start having nightmares when he sees that he's going out with a fat pig!"

Jess was ready in case she had to physically restrain me, but I let Linda and the kids walk away without saying another word. I continued in silence for a little while, feeling the warm sun being absorbed into my soft white flesh, sensing the presence of Jess close beside me, hearing the sounds of the children getting into the water and my stomach rumbling with hunger, thinking about everything that had happened over the past week.

After a few minutes, Jess gently touched my arm "Are you okay," she asked. I shielded my eyes against the sun with my hand and rolled toward her. "Yes," I said. "I am, I really am. I've been thinking... About me and you, about Andy, about Linda and the kids... Jess, this past week -- the only word for what I've felt is 'Joy.' It's kind of an old-fashioned word, but it really fits. I think you felt it, too -- the past couple of days, you've seemed so relaxed and so happy -- " "-- I've been walking on clouds!" she said. "Me, too! Everything has been fun and exciting and NEW! I've felt joyful! Last week, I hated myself, but this week... And now I know why Linda is so miserable -- she has no joy. None. She just slogs along -- I've been doing it, too, for so long -- she doesn't try to do anything, to change anything, to find anything new. And she's making her kids like that. I mean -- this belly -- " I patted myself on my gravity-flattened bulge "-- this is a joyful belly. I enjoyed every bite that went into making it big." Jess nodded in agreement, saying, "Well, until these last two days, I never felt any enjoyment in being fat -- it was always painful -- but, now... I've had so much fun, that I don't care if my jeans won't close for a week!"

At that moment, my belly let out a rumble that probably registered on seismographs at the South Pole. It was shocking at first, then it was hysterical. "Wow! If my stomach is this hungry at 11:00, what's it going to be doing by the time he comes to pick me up?!" "I don't know," Jess said, "but I don't have to fast today, so you can watch me eat breakfast if you want!" With that, she got up and headed inside. I followed a moment later, concentrating on the many motions of her thighs, and feeling my own footsteps echoing through my flesh. The kids and Linda were sitting at the patio table absent-mindedly devouring a box of donuts while reading and coloring.

I went to the bathroom when I got inside, and by the time I was done, Jess had fixed herself a bagel, piled high with creamcheese, cheese, lox, onion and tomato, a glass of orange juice, and was cooking up an omelette with cheese. "You're trying to torture me, right?" I said. "No," she answered, "but I'm a growing girl. I need my nourishment." "Well, I'm starving, so I hope you don't mind if I go outside so I don't have to watch you eat all that." "But that's exactly why I'm eating all this," she said. "I want you to watch, and when my tummy's full, I want you to rub it, so I'll have room to scarf down some of those donuts your sister brought!" "You're torturing me!" I said, but stayed inside anyway. Jess made a big show of finishing every bite, and I really did rub her tummy. When we kissed, we both felt the danger of being observed, and it only made it that much more titillating.





The morning and early afternoon went pretty quickly. Jess continued to torture me by eating almost continually, while my stomach growled and growled, louder and louder, and I kept going to the bathroom. At around 4:30, Linda left without saying a word, and about 5 minutes later, the phone rang. I answered it in record time, and sure enough it was Andy. "Hi," I said, trying to catch my breath. "Hello, yourself," he answered, his beautiful British accent almost tickling my ears. Jess was slower on the take-off, so she came bursting in at that moment, the tight Spandex of her suit quashing all the collateral motion of her flesh, but making her stuffed belly and her big boobs dance up and down as one unit; I held the phone a little away from my ear, so she could listen, too. "You sound quite winded," he said. "You've been excercising to build up your appetite, I take it?" "You might say that," I answered, both Jess and I suppressing a giggle. "Well, I hope all that excercise has helped, because Zake's has a reputation for great food, generous portions and incredible desserts. So, I'll collect you at 7:30-ish, all right?" "Sounds terrific," I said, "and don't worry about my appetite. I'm starving right now!" "Great," he said, "Zake will be thrilled. So, I'll ring off now -- see you!"

"You know, you might be right about his wanting to feed you," Jess said, later as we toweled each other off from our shower. She'd eaten a half-dozen donuts, grilled herself three burgers for lunch, and polished off a bag of tortilla chips, so her belly was enormous. I reached around behind her and ran my hands over all the soft flesh covering the hard, full belly. "Yeah, well, if he doesn't want to feed me, we can feed each other, okay? "Sure, fine," she said, "only, I'm not going to fit into my uniform pants anytime soon."

Jess insisted on dressing me, like I was a little kid, and I enjoyed the feeling of her hands all over my body, fussing and primping, reaching into my bra cups to straighten my boobs, tying the skirt around my less-swollen-than-this-morning-but-still-much-bigger-than-it-had-been-belly. I sat between her legs while she brushed my long, black hair, closing my eyes and leaning back against her cushiony body. When she was satisfied, she stood me up in front of the mirror. I had always hated looking at myself, so, this time I was surprised -- I liked what I saw! My skin had a sunny new-tan glow; my hair sparkled from all the brushing; my boobs were full, casting voluptuous, almost palpable shadows on the smooth, black spandex-paneled blouse; my hips were wide and womanly beneath my thickened waist, joining with my protruding belly and my round ass to give the flowing skirt a stage to drape over.

The doorbell rang while Jess and I were admiring my profile. I looked at my watch and was amazed to see that it was 7:35! We ran downstairs and asked Andrew in. His eyes seemed to study me, then he smiled broadly, "You look ravishing," he said, then looked at Jess and asked, And your beautiful friend is --" "Jess," I said. "Short for Jessica, which she hates." "Thanks," Jess said, giving me a fake dagger look. The three of us chatted for a moment, then he said, "Shall we?" Jess said she'd lock up, and Andy and I walked out to his car. Just as he opened the door for me, I thought of something I'd forgot, told him I'd be right back, and ran into the house. I blew by Jess, right up the stairs, into the bathroom, kicked off my shoes, and stepped on the scale; then, I stepped into my shoes, ran back down the steps, paused to tell Jess, "One hundred and sixty-eight pounds, with all my clothes on!" I opened the door, but Jess put her hand on my arm. "Two hundred and eighteen on Thursday," she said, "and two hundred and twenty-eight when I got out of the shower tonight." I smiled and kissed her and told her I'd call her first thing in the morning, then ran back to the waiting truck.

As we pulled away, I waved at Jess, still waiting in the doorway.