~BBW (Multiple), Imagery, Stuckage, ~SWG – Rebecca gets free and rejoins Shannon, who has a thing going with Brad; there's also a man of mystery.
Chapter 8
Even as Amanda was sorting out her feelings about Shannon, Shannon’s roommate Rebecca and her mom were still trying to resolve her immediate problem – getting out of the chair into which her bodacious butt had become wedged.
“Do you think you could squirm out of those jeans?” Rebecca’s mother asked.
“What!?”
The older woman sighed. “If we can get your tight pants off, we’ll have a little more room to get your big butt out of that chair.”
Rebecca squirmed and used her hands to try and force the pants down, but to no effect. She recalled how it took three people to get her out of them before. Without any leverage and butter, that’d be impossible. “Hey, wait a minute!”
“Do you have an idea hon?”
She blushed. “Well, um…I,” the hazel eyed girl paused. “I think that maybe if we butter up the chair I might squeeze out of it.”
“There’s not enough butter in Wisconsin,” her mom laughed.
“What’s with you and all the comments all of a sudden! I said I’d start to
take it easy, what more do you want?” Rebecca said with her arms crossed.
“I tease all three of you girls,” the older woman replied. “Don’t get sensitive on me now.”
She went into the cupboard and pulled out some cooking spray and took a stick of butter from the fridge. She sighed again. “I hope this works, cause I don’t know what else to do. And I’m sure not breaking that chair apart.”
She let out a laugh and grabbed Rebecca’s plumping stomach. “I’d rather just leave you here till you lose some of this!”
“Mom! Stop it!”
“Oh, you know I’m just teasing.”
“Less teasing, more-oomf!” Rebecca’s sentence was cut short with a stick of butter in her mouth. Her mom pulled it out.
“Why did you do that!” Rebecca yelled after licking her lips.
“To shut you up so you don’t wake your sisters and to warm the butter to spread it better.”
“Oh…” Rebecca sat still while her mom used the butter to smear Rebecca’s fat legs and to try to get it all over the chair’s arms and spindles.
She giggled, “Cold, cold!” The butter pressed against her soft body, covering every inch of her jeans and where the fabric had split from before. Her mom started to put it to her daughter’s face and neck and started tickling her, knowing it’d help lighten the mood and calm her down.
“Okay, now for the spray, which just so happens to be butter flavored,” her mom grinned. She sprayed the same areas she buttered, hoping that the spray would cover the parts that hadn’t been fully coated in the butter and seep into crevices she couldn’t get to.
As she finished, she looked at her glistening daughter. It was as if one of the bikini girls in a food wrestling match had eaten the small pool of food and had moved on to an oil match. Her fat sparkled as the light came in from the window making Rebecca appear bigger and brighter. It was practically comical in appearance. Her baby couldn’t get out of her chair. She only lacked a bib to complete the mental image and was probably chubbier.
“Reb, I’m going to pull you and try and push the chair away, so you gotta help. On three. One, two, three!”
Rebecca pushed with all of her might. Her months of inactivity weren’t helping, but the cooking spray was. Slowly she moved off the seat, but it had taken a lot of effort and in conjunction with their previous attempts they hadn’t the energy at the moment to pull it off. So before she could pop free, Rebecca and her fat bum slowly slid back down into the seat with a splosh.
“Oh, I’m never gonna get unstuck,” Rebecca huffed. Her large breasts rose and fell quickly in her oiled shirt as she breathed deeply. Sweat dripped from her brow and started to form at the base of her cleavage and underarms. She could even feel it under her boobs, which made her situation that much worse.
“I can’t imagine how Shannon deals with these things,” she thought while looking down her shirt at the cleavage her growing boobs made.
“They are big,” her mom exhaled and chuckled. “So I guess the weight isn’t all bad. But wow, you’re heavy. How much do you weigh?”
Rebecca realized she didn’t know. She hadn’t seen a scale since high school. What was she up to? “I don’t know…I…don’t know. Let’s try again.”
“Okay hon. This time, I’m going to hold the chair and pull and you try and just run out of it.” Her mom walked behind the chair and held it with both arms at the base and leaned backward to try and counteract Rebecca’s force.
“Go!”
Rebecca tried to stand up and did…but the chair was still attached. Her mom yelled, “Now try and run out of it.”
Rebecca gritted her teeth and tried to fling herself forward. She used her arms to push the chair away and grunted a small exasperation of pain as she finally popped free and ripped her pants further. Being so slippery caused her to not be able to get a foot hold on the floor and slip. A tear appeared at the seat of her pants exposing panties that were tight enough to be considering a thong doing poorly at covering her massive ass crack and globes. Her mom put the chair down and helped her fat bottomed daughter get to her feet.
“We did it!” she said as she hugged Rebecca. “You need new pants though; I’d say those are shot. Get a shower and we’ll get you some clothes.”
“Okay,” the brown haired girl puffed. “But I think all that exercise made me hungry again.”
*********************
It was dark. As if a black hole had formed on earth, everything was swept into the void. Only the splashing of rain against puddles and concrete would alert anyone to its presence. Winter had been swept into the abyss as if somehow fear incarnate had motivated it. Winter break had come and gone just as quickly. Everything had seemed to disappear; the stars themselves had vanished, along with the entire world, except one lone lamp post.
Underneath its lonely light, a silhouette of a thin girl stood. She was waiting for a car to go by before she crossed the street to get back to her dorm room. She hadn’t been out in the rain long, but it wouldn’t be much longer until she was completely drenched.
“Man,” she murmured to herself. “This is just my luck.” She closed her eyes and let out a sigh of discontent at her situation. Suddenly, the rain had stopped. Yet, it sounded louder than it had before. As she turned around she was startled at the voice holding the umbrella.
“No one should be out in this kind of weather. Let me walk you to where you need to go.” It was a man’s voice, and sounded deep. The girl couldn’t make out anything else; he too had been engulfed in the blackness.
“Oh…okay. I live off of Right Way, in Jemson dorms,” the slim girl said as they walked toward her dorms. As they walked and talked, the girl couldn’t help but think of how bashful she felt. Although small, his actions were the most romantic and kind thing that had happened to her in a long time. She couldn’t deny it, she was a bit flustered.
“So…um, what are you doing Saturday night?” She finally blurted out as they approached the dorms.
The mysterious figure was a bit taken aback from her abruptness. He thought for a bit. His silence terrified the girl. Had she been too direct? Guys do tend to be a little put off when a girl is that direct to start. What if she’s too talkative? All of her doubts were cast aside into the black hole as he answered, “Nothing.”
Relieved, she said, “Great. Pick me up at 7. Right here. I’ll be waiting.”
She smiled. “Thanks again.”
“Anytime,” he answered. She disappeared not into the void, but the dorm as she seemingly skipped up the stairs. A grin appeared on his shrouded face as he let out a chuckle and faded away.
****************************
“Five! Six! Grrr…S...e…v…e…n! Ugh!” Rebecca let out as she lay sprawled out on the floor of her dorm breathing heavy. Her face was red, and her white shirt with short red sleeves was doing a terrible job of hiding her gut which protested to her sit ups by opening the flaps of her jeans.
It had been a couple of weeks since the winter break had ended and the new semester had begun. Needless to say, neither of Shannon’s or Rebecca’s break was kind to them. Not that they had gained weight, but had suffered massive blows to their egos. As a result, neither girl had really talked about their recent diet plans or that much at all for that matter. The car ride up had been painfully silent, and other than forced hellos every now and then, contact between the two had been near nonexistent. Truthfully, they had each been hiding it from the other out of pure embarrassment.
As Rebecca lay on the floor sweating and trying to catch her breath, she
couldn’t really keep her exercising a secret when Shannon walked into the room with a brown paper bag and her backpack.
“What are you doing on the floor Reb?” Shannon asked as she sat on her bed and put her things down. Looking at her plump friend, she couldn’t help but notice her always shrinking jeans and shortening shirt. The shirt was constrictive enough for Shannon to easily see Rebecca wasn’t wearing a bra.
Her breasts lay to the sides of her torso as they rose and fell due to her breathing. Her nipples were clearly prominent not only due to her fabric’s binding, but also because her sweat had started to make the white cotton translucent. Only last summer Shannon would have felt threatened or jealous of breasts that big, but as her own chest grew, less and less she had to worry about others’ sizes.
The hazel-eyed, fat bottomed girl closed her eyes and used her arms to prop herself up after some struggling which let out a slight jiggle amongst her mass. “I’m trying to do some sit ups.”
“Why do you want to lose weight all of a sudden?” Shannon asked.
“Isn’t it obvious? Shan, I’m a cow!” Rebecca said.
“Becca…” Shannon said sympathetically as she went to the floor with a grunt and put a pudgy arm around her friend. “I don’t think you’re a cow.”
“Come on, you’re just saying that,” replied Rebecca.
“No, I really mean it. I mean, you may have put on weight, but you’re not huge, huge...like some of those girls that can’t even fit into chairs anymore.”
Rebecca put her hands up to her face and started to cry.
“Babe, what’s the matter? What’s wrong?” Shannon asked as she slid herself around to directly face Rebecca. She put both hands on the brunette’s padded shoulders.
Between breaths and crying Rebecca managed to utter, “I got stuck in a chair over winter break!”
Realizing her mistake Shannon tried to save face. “I didn’t mean it Reb, I still don’t think you’re fat!”
Rebecca looked up. “Do…do you mean it?”
Shannon smiled, “Yeah, I really do.” She paused. “You want to talk about it over some ice cream? It’ll make you feel better.”
Rebecca nodded as Shannon took out a half gallon of Extra Fudge Chocolate Brownie Blast and grabbed two spoons as they both dug in on their floor.
“Chocolate is a girl’s best friend,” Shannon said which happened to make Rebecca smile and let out a little giggle.
“So tell me about it.”
“Well,” Rebecca gulped a large scoop. “It wasn’t that long after break started. I came home one morning and my mom cooked me breakfast. So I sat down in the kitchen with those armchairs and ate it. It was so good; you know my mom’s cooking.”
Both girls chuckled.
“So after I was done, I tried to get up and I couldn’t! I was stuck so tightly in the chair. My mom and I tried for like five minutes and I couldn’t budge my butt. So she decided to give me like, a lecture on how I should be more careful about what I eat and everything and I was all like, ‘I know, blah blah blah,’ so she started to leave me there so I gave in. I couldn’t let my sisters see me stuck in a chair.”
Shannon was drawn into the story, hanging off every word. “So what happened next!” she probed excitedly, leaning forward.
“Well, my mom got butter and cooking oil and slathered up my fat legs and the chair…which didn’t work. So I start to freak out and she tells me to shut up and I remembered my sisters so I shut up as quick as I could. Luckily they’re heavy sleepers like me, so they didn’t hear anything. So I started pushing the arms of the chair and pushing my butt forward, and my mom saw that and started pulling me and all of a sudden, pop! I was free. Since then I’ve been trying to avoid you cause I really didn’t want to tell you the story and I’ve been trying to watch my weight.”
Shannon started cracking up as she held her sides and fell backward on the floor.
“It’s not funny!” Rebecca shouted. After a moment or two she continued, “Yes it is,” and started laughing at herself a bit. After a little longer Shannon sat up and had calmed down.
“So did you lose any weight?” asked Shannon.
“No, I’ve gained two pounds. But that’s still better than I was doing before break,” responded Rebecca as she looked down at her exposed gut. She turned to Shannon with a devilish eye Rebecca asked, “So what about you?”
“Huh? What about me?” asked Shannon puzzled.
“I’ve seen your Slimfasts, so why are you trying to lose all of a sudden, huh?” Rebecca asked maniacally. She eyed Shannon up and down, each pass noticing a new curve or bulge that Rebecca hadn’t remembered before. Her large breasts were stuffed in her shirt despite her slight weight loss. At their size, any shirt would get caught up on them, rounding their form out and bunching them up and out even more than usual. They allowed Shannon’s sizable tummy pooch to seem small or nonexistent by comparison, although it was becoming more noticeable over time. Even her legs seemed to be stuffed like pork in sausage casings.
“Alright!” Shannon sighed. “If you must know, my mom wasn’t too proud when I got home and went into super bitch mode and then all of a sudden didn’t care. But it really made me look at how big I was and I really wanted to lose it and be thin again, so I started working out with her and that was that. And to make you feel better, I split a pair of pants. Happy?”
“Yes!” Rebecca laughed. “So…did you lose any weight?”
“Five pounds total, but I think it’s coming back on,” Shannon said as she rubbed her softening stomach.
“I just don’t have time to run and study and still see Brad, and he’s not helping matters either telling me how cute I am all the time. But he’s so cute though. I told him about losing weight so he’s been trying to help me watch what I eat,” Shannon said.
“But,” she looked up, “I’m not sure I care too much anymore. I kinda like being a big girl,” she said. She couldn’t help but feel guilty about it but pleasurable and happy at the same time. It was a warm kind of feeling mixed with butterflies as her thoughts were of Brad which made her give a content laugh.
Rebecca looked at her friend. She couldn’t deny how much she had changed. Whisked away was the thin witch of their cheerleading days.. She let out a laugh to which Shannon gave a quizzical look.
“They do say your kind is jolly,” Rebecca laughed and was hit with a pillow as she ended her sentence.
“Hey! You’ll spill the ice cream.”
The remark had stopped Shannon in her tracks.
“To be honest Reb, I’m not doing too jolly at all,” Shannon said with a hint of sadness to her voice.
“What’s wrong?”
“Since I’ve finally accepted I’m a bigger girl now…I feel awful about what I did to Amanda. But I don’t know how to even go about apologizing to her, she hates me.”
“Shannon, why don’t you just call her? Heck, then you don’t even have to worry about her saying anything about your weight,” Rebecca said as
Shannon finished another spoon of ice cream.
“You were never one to be afraid of anything, that’s what initially stood out about you…other than your huge boobs,” Rebecca laughed.
“You know…you’re right. I should just call her!” Shannon said as she stood up.
“That’s the spirit!”
“But first,” Shannon said, “We’ve got some ice cream left!” as she sat right back down again. It wasn’t too long after that the container was gone and both girls lay beside each other on the floor with ice cream around their mouths and their hands on their guts moaning slightly.
“We’re definitely fat girls,” said Rebecca as she winced slightly.
“Yup,” was all Shannon could reply with. “Hey, could you undo my jeans button? I’m too full to move.”
“No way! I can’t move either,” Rebecca said.
“Come on, your pants are already unbuttoned from the sit ups. Be a pal and help me out, I’m dying here. Besides, it was my Ice cream,” said Shannon matter-of-factly.
“Uhg, fine,” Rebecca said.
“Faster Reb, I’m close to bursting.”
“Hold on, I’m coming,” Rebecca said as Shannon let out an exaggerated moan.
Brad walked in with Rebecca and her thick legs straddling his fat-titted girlfriend with both their pants unbuttoned after hearing their recent verbal exchange. “Um…is this a bad time?”
“Brad! It’s not what it looks like!” Shannon said blushing and trying to defend herself as she practically leapt up and ran to him, breasts and stomach flopping as she did so. She hugged him and gave the biggest puppy dog eyes she could.
He hugged her back and moved the hair out of her face.
“I was just teasing,” he chuckled and kissed her forehead. He noticed the chocolate on her cheeks and gave it a lick.
“Mmm,” he smiled.
“Oh get a room,” Rebecca said trying to button her pants. She gave up after a few tries.
“Hi Rebecca. You had some too I see,” Brad said. Rebecca blushed.
“But I’m not letting you lick it off me,” she said as all three laughed.
Brad turned back to Shannon after the laugh had died off. He whispered, “Is your belly full after that or should we go get a bite?” as he gently stroked her stomach. He had come to love doing that to her since they started going out. Her belly was always so soft and warm, and she confessed to liking it too which only made him more eager to do it.
“I think there’s a little room,” she whispered back and smiled.
“Okay hon,” Brad responded. “You wanna come along Bec?”
“No, no,” Rebecca protested. “There’s no room left in my belly.” Shannon blushed at the comment. “Besides, three’s a crowd. I don’t want to ruin you lovebirds’ time.”
“No, it’s okay Reb! Come with us,” Shannon said trying to make her friend feel a bit better.
“No, really, I’m fine guys. Have a fun night. I have to write a paper anyway,”
Rebecca said while sitting down at her computer. She turned to face the
plumping couple and pointed out the door.
“Fine, have it your way. Later Reb,” Shannon said as she started to leave.
“Um, hon?” Brad asked.
“What?” Shannon asked with a confused look on her face.
Brad coughed and pointed to her crotch. “Your zipper.”
“Oh!” Shannon jumped back causing her body to quiver. Rebecca started to laugh and all Shannon could do was blush and try to close her pants again, which hadn’t been that hard considering she had lost five pounds and was wearing her largest jeans.
“All done,” she said with a smile as she took Brad’s hand, her jacket, and her purse and walked out of her room.
(Click here for the next installment)
Chapter 8
Even as Amanda was sorting out her feelings about Shannon, Shannon’s roommate Rebecca and her mom were still trying to resolve her immediate problem – getting out of the chair into which her bodacious butt had become wedged.
“Do you think you could squirm out of those jeans?” Rebecca’s mother asked.
“What!?”
The older woman sighed. “If we can get your tight pants off, we’ll have a little more room to get your big butt out of that chair.”
Rebecca squirmed and used her hands to try and force the pants down, but to no effect. She recalled how it took three people to get her out of them before. Without any leverage and butter, that’d be impossible. “Hey, wait a minute!”
“Do you have an idea hon?”
She blushed. “Well, um…I,” the hazel eyed girl paused. “I think that maybe if we butter up the chair I might squeeze out of it.”
“There’s not enough butter in Wisconsin,” her mom laughed.
“What’s with you and all the comments all of a sudden! I said I’d start to
take it easy, what more do you want?” Rebecca said with her arms crossed.
“I tease all three of you girls,” the older woman replied. “Don’t get sensitive on me now.”
She went into the cupboard and pulled out some cooking spray and took a stick of butter from the fridge. She sighed again. “I hope this works, cause I don’t know what else to do. And I’m sure not breaking that chair apart.”
She let out a laugh and grabbed Rebecca’s plumping stomach. “I’d rather just leave you here till you lose some of this!”
“Mom! Stop it!”
“Oh, you know I’m just teasing.”
“Less teasing, more-oomf!” Rebecca’s sentence was cut short with a stick of butter in her mouth. Her mom pulled it out.
“Why did you do that!” Rebecca yelled after licking her lips.
“To shut you up so you don’t wake your sisters and to warm the butter to spread it better.”
“Oh…” Rebecca sat still while her mom used the butter to smear Rebecca’s fat legs and to try to get it all over the chair’s arms and spindles.
She giggled, “Cold, cold!” The butter pressed against her soft body, covering every inch of her jeans and where the fabric had split from before. Her mom started to put it to her daughter’s face and neck and started tickling her, knowing it’d help lighten the mood and calm her down.
“Okay, now for the spray, which just so happens to be butter flavored,” her mom grinned. She sprayed the same areas she buttered, hoping that the spray would cover the parts that hadn’t been fully coated in the butter and seep into crevices she couldn’t get to.
As she finished, she looked at her glistening daughter. It was as if one of the bikini girls in a food wrestling match had eaten the small pool of food and had moved on to an oil match. Her fat sparkled as the light came in from the window making Rebecca appear bigger and brighter. It was practically comical in appearance. Her baby couldn’t get out of her chair. She only lacked a bib to complete the mental image and was probably chubbier.
“Reb, I’m going to pull you and try and push the chair away, so you gotta help. On three. One, two, three!”
Rebecca pushed with all of her might. Her months of inactivity weren’t helping, but the cooking spray was. Slowly she moved off the seat, but it had taken a lot of effort and in conjunction with their previous attempts they hadn’t the energy at the moment to pull it off. So before she could pop free, Rebecca and her fat bum slowly slid back down into the seat with a splosh.
“Oh, I’m never gonna get unstuck,” Rebecca huffed. Her large breasts rose and fell quickly in her oiled shirt as she breathed deeply. Sweat dripped from her brow and started to form at the base of her cleavage and underarms. She could even feel it under her boobs, which made her situation that much worse.
“I can’t imagine how Shannon deals with these things,” she thought while looking down her shirt at the cleavage her growing boobs made.
“They are big,” her mom exhaled and chuckled. “So I guess the weight isn’t all bad. But wow, you’re heavy. How much do you weigh?”
Rebecca realized she didn’t know. She hadn’t seen a scale since high school. What was she up to? “I don’t know…I…don’t know. Let’s try again.”
“Okay hon. This time, I’m going to hold the chair and pull and you try and just run out of it.” Her mom walked behind the chair and held it with both arms at the base and leaned backward to try and counteract Rebecca’s force.
“Go!”
Rebecca tried to stand up and did…but the chair was still attached. Her mom yelled, “Now try and run out of it.”
Rebecca gritted her teeth and tried to fling herself forward. She used her arms to push the chair away and grunted a small exasperation of pain as she finally popped free and ripped her pants further. Being so slippery caused her to not be able to get a foot hold on the floor and slip. A tear appeared at the seat of her pants exposing panties that were tight enough to be considering a thong doing poorly at covering her massive ass crack and globes. Her mom put the chair down and helped her fat bottomed daughter get to her feet.
“We did it!” she said as she hugged Rebecca. “You need new pants though; I’d say those are shot. Get a shower and we’ll get you some clothes.”
“Okay,” the brown haired girl puffed. “But I think all that exercise made me hungry again.”
*********************
It was dark. As if a black hole had formed on earth, everything was swept into the void. Only the splashing of rain against puddles and concrete would alert anyone to its presence. Winter had been swept into the abyss as if somehow fear incarnate had motivated it. Winter break had come and gone just as quickly. Everything had seemed to disappear; the stars themselves had vanished, along with the entire world, except one lone lamp post.
Underneath its lonely light, a silhouette of a thin girl stood. She was waiting for a car to go by before she crossed the street to get back to her dorm room. She hadn’t been out in the rain long, but it wouldn’t be much longer until she was completely drenched.
“Man,” she murmured to herself. “This is just my luck.” She closed her eyes and let out a sigh of discontent at her situation. Suddenly, the rain had stopped. Yet, it sounded louder than it had before. As she turned around she was startled at the voice holding the umbrella.
“No one should be out in this kind of weather. Let me walk you to where you need to go.” It was a man’s voice, and sounded deep. The girl couldn’t make out anything else; he too had been engulfed in the blackness.
“Oh…okay. I live off of Right Way, in Jemson dorms,” the slim girl said as they walked toward her dorms. As they walked and talked, the girl couldn’t help but think of how bashful she felt. Although small, his actions were the most romantic and kind thing that had happened to her in a long time. She couldn’t deny it, she was a bit flustered.
“So…um, what are you doing Saturday night?” She finally blurted out as they approached the dorms.
The mysterious figure was a bit taken aback from her abruptness. He thought for a bit. His silence terrified the girl. Had she been too direct? Guys do tend to be a little put off when a girl is that direct to start. What if she’s too talkative? All of her doubts were cast aside into the black hole as he answered, “Nothing.”
Relieved, she said, “Great. Pick me up at 7. Right here. I’ll be waiting.”
She smiled. “Thanks again.”
“Anytime,” he answered. She disappeared not into the void, but the dorm as she seemingly skipped up the stairs. A grin appeared on his shrouded face as he let out a chuckle and faded away.
****************************
“Five! Six! Grrr…S...e…v…e…n! Ugh!” Rebecca let out as she lay sprawled out on the floor of her dorm breathing heavy. Her face was red, and her white shirt with short red sleeves was doing a terrible job of hiding her gut which protested to her sit ups by opening the flaps of her jeans.
It had been a couple of weeks since the winter break had ended and the new semester had begun. Needless to say, neither of Shannon’s or Rebecca’s break was kind to them. Not that they had gained weight, but had suffered massive blows to their egos. As a result, neither girl had really talked about their recent diet plans or that much at all for that matter. The car ride up had been painfully silent, and other than forced hellos every now and then, contact between the two had been near nonexistent. Truthfully, they had each been hiding it from the other out of pure embarrassment.
As Rebecca lay on the floor sweating and trying to catch her breath, she
couldn’t really keep her exercising a secret when Shannon walked into the room with a brown paper bag and her backpack.
“What are you doing on the floor Reb?” Shannon asked as she sat on her bed and put her things down. Looking at her plump friend, she couldn’t help but notice her always shrinking jeans and shortening shirt. The shirt was constrictive enough for Shannon to easily see Rebecca wasn’t wearing a bra.
Her breasts lay to the sides of her torso as they rose and fell due to her breathing. Her nipples were clearly prominent not only due to her fabric’s binding, but also because her sweat had started to make the white cotton translucent. Only last summer Shannon would have felt threatened or jealous of breasts that big, but as her own chest grew, less and less she had to worry about others’ sizes.
The hazel-eyed, fat bottomed girl closed her eyes and used her arms to prop herself up after some struggling which let out a slight jiggle amongst her mass. “I’m trying to do some sit ups.”
“Why do you want to lose weight all of a sudden?” Shannon asked.
“Isn’t it obvious? Shan, I’m a cow!” Rebecca said.
“Becca…” Shannon said sympathetically as she went to the floor with a grunt and put a pudgy arm around her friend. “I don’t think you’re a cow.”
“Come on, you’re just saying that,” replied Rebecca.
“No, I really mean it. I mean, you may have put on weight, but you’re not huge, huge...like some of those girls that can’t even fit into chairs anymore.”
Rebecca put her hands up to her face and started to cry.
“Babe, what’s the matter? What’s wrong?” Shannon asked as she slid herself around to directly face Rebecca. She put both hands on the brunette’s padded shoulders.
Between breaths and crying Rebecca managed to utter, “I got stuck in a chair over winter break!”
Realizing her mistake Shannon tried to save face. “I didn’t mean it Reb, I still don’t think you’re fat!”
Rebecca looked up. “Do…do you mean it?”
Shannon smiled, “Yeah, I really do.” She paused. “You want to talk about it over some ice cream? It’ll make you feel better.”
Rebecca nodded as Shannon took out a half gallon of Extra Fudge Chocolate Brownie Blast and grabbed two spoons as they both dug in on their floor.
“Chocolate is a girl’s best friend,” Shannon said which happened to make Rebecca smile and let out a little giggle.
“So tell me about it.”
“Well,” Rebecca gulped a large scoop. “It wasn’t that long after break started. I came home one morning and my mom cooked me breakfast. So I sat down in the kitchen with those armchairs and ate it. It was so good; you know my mom’s cooking.”
Both girls chuckled.
“So after I was done, I tried to get up and I couldn’t! I was stuck so tightly in the chair. My mom and I tried for like five minutes and I couldn’t budge my butt. So she decided to give me like, a lecture on how I should be more careful about what I eat and everything and I was all like, ‘I know, blah blah blah,’ so she started to leave me there so I gave in. I couldn’t let my sisters see me stuck in a chair.”
Shannon was drawn into the story, hanging off every word. “So what happened next!” she probed excitedly, leaning forward.
“Well, my mom got butter and cooking oil and slathered up my fat legs and the chair…which didn’t work. So I start to freak out and she tells me to shut up and I remembered my sisters so I shut up as quick as I could. Luckily they’re heavy sleepers like me, so they didn’t hear anything. So I started pushing the arms of the chair and pushing my butt forward, and my mom saw that and started pulling me and all of a sudden, pop! I was free. Since then I’ve been trying to avoid you cause I really didn’t want to tell you the story and I’ve been trying to watch my weight.”
Shannon started cracking up as she held her sides and fell backward on the floor.
“It’s not funny!” Rebecca shouted. After a moment or two she continued, “Yes it is,” and started laughing at herself a bit. After a little longer Shannon sat up and had calmed down.
“So did you lose any weight?” asked Shannon.
“No, I’ve gained two pounds. But that’s still better than I was doing before break,” responded Rebecca as she looked down at her exposed gut. She turned to Shannon with a devilish eye Rebecca asked, “So what about you?”
“Huh? What about me?” asked Shannon puzzled.
“I’ve seen your Slimfasts, so why are you trying to lose all of a sudden, huh?” Rebecca asked maniacally. She eyed Shannon up and down, each pass noticing a new curve or bulge that Rebecca hadn’t remembered before. Her large breasts were stuffed in her shirt despite her slight weight loss. At their size, any shirt would get caught up on them, rounding their form out and bunching them up and out even more than usual. They allowed Shannon’s sizable tummy pooch to seem small or nonexistent by comparison, although it was becoming more noticeable over time. Even her legs seemed to be stuffed like pork in sausage casings.
“Alright!” Shannon sighed. “If you must know, my mom wasn’t too proud when I got home and went into super bitch mode and then all of a sudden didn’t care. But it really made me look at how big I was and I really wanted to lose it and be thin again, so I started working out with her and that was that. And to make you feel better, I split a pair of pants. Happy?”
“Yes!” Rebecca laughed. “So…did you lose any weight?”
“Five pounds total, but I think it’s coming back on,” Shannon said as she rubbed her softening stomach.
“I just don’t have time to run and study and still see Brad, and he’s not helping matters either telling me how cute I am all the time. But he’s so cute though. I told him about losing weight so he’s been trying to help me watch what I eat,” Shannon said.
“But,” she looked up, “I’m not sure I care too much anymore. I kinda like being a big girl,” she said. She couldn’t help but feel guilty about it but pleasurable and happy at the same time. It was a warm kind of feeling mixed with butterflies as her thoughts were of Brad which made her give a content laugh.
Rebecca looked at her friend. She couldn’t deny how much she had changed. Whisked away was the thin witch of their cheerleading days.. She let out a laugh to which Shannon gave a quizzical look.
“They do say your kind is jolly,” Rebecca laughed and was hit with a pillow as she ended her sentence.
“Hey! You’ll spill the ice cream.”
The remark had stopped Shannon in her tracks.
“To be honest Reb, I’m not doing too jolly at all,” Shannon said with a hint of sadness to her voice.
“What’s wrong?”
“Since I’ve finally accepted I’m a bigger girl now…I feel awful about what I did to Amanda. But I don’t know how to even go about apologizing to her, she hates me.”
“Shannon, why don’t you just call her? Heck, then you don’t even have to worry about her saying anything about your weight,” Rebecca said as
Shannon finished another spoon of ice cream.
“You were never one to be afraid of anything, that’s what initially stood out about you…other than your huge boobs,” Rebecca laughed.
“You know…you’re right. I should just call her!” Shannon said as she stood up.
“That’s the spirit!”
“But first,” Shannon said, “We’ve got some ice cream left!” as she sat right back down again. It wasn’t too long after that the container was gone and both girls lay beside each other on the floor with ice cream around their mouths and their hands on their guts moaning slightly.
“We’re definitely fat girls,” said Rebecca as she winced slightly.
“Yup,” was all Shannon could reply with. “Hey, could you undo my jeans button? I’m too full to move.”
“No way! I can’t move either,” Rebecca said.
“Come on, your pants are already unbuttoned from the sit ups. Be a pal and help me out, I’m dying here. Besides, it was my Ice cream,” said Shannon matter-of-factly.
“Uhg, fine,” Rebecca said.
“Faster Reb, I’m close to bursting.”
“Hold on, I’m coming,” Rebecca said as Shannon let out an exaggerated moan.
Brad walked in with Rebecca and her thick legs straddling his fat-titted girlfriend with both their pants unbuttoned after hearing their recent verbal exchange. “Um…is this a bad time?”
“Brad! It’s not what it looks like!” Shannon said blushing and trying to defend herself as she practically leapt up and ran to him, breasts and stomach flopping as she did so. She hugged him and gave the biggest puppy dog eyes she could.
He hugged her back and moved the hair out of her face.
“I was just teasing,” he chuckled and kissed her forehead. He noticed the chocolate on her cheeks and gave it a lick.
“Mmm,” he smiled.
“Oh get a room,” Rebecca said trying to button her pants. She gave up after a few tries.
“Hi Rebecca. You had some too I see,” Brad said. Rebecca blushed.
“But I’m not letting you lick it off me,” she said as all three laughed.
Brad turned back to Shannon after the laugh had died off. He whispered, “Is your belly full after that or should we go get a bite?” as he gently stroked her stomach. He had come to love doing that to her since they started going out. Her belly was always so soft and warm, and she confessed to liking it too which only made him more eager to do it.
“I think there’s a little room,” she whispered back and smiled.
“Okay hon,” Brad responded. “You wanna come along Bec?”
“No, no,” Rebecca protested. “There’s no room left in my belly.” Shannon blushed at the comment. “Besides, three’s a crowd. I don’t want to ruin you lovebirds’ time.”
“No, it’s okay Reb! Come with us,” Shannon said trying to make her friend feel a bit better.
“No, really, I’m fine guys. Have a fun night. I have to write a paper anyway,”
Rebecca said while sitting down at her computer. She turned to face the
plumping couple and pointed out the door.
“Fine, have it your way. Later Reb,” Shannon said as she started to leave.
“Um, hon?” Brad asked.
“What?” Shannon asked with a confused look on her face.
Brad coughed and pointed to her crotch. “Your zipper.”
“Oh!” Shannon jumped back causing her body to quiver. Rebecca started to laugh and all Shannon could do was blush and try to close her pants again, which hadn’t been that hard considering she had lost five pounds and was wearing her largest jeans.
“All done,” she said with a smile as she took Brad’s hand, her jacket, and her purse and walked out of her room.
(Click here for the next installment)
