~BBW (Multiple), Eating, friendships, ~MWG - New friends, new perspectives, and a need for new clothes
Chapter 15 –solidifying new relationships
Jim and Bob picked up their dates on time. Amy, although over 220, had had a moderate breakfast of Cheerios and bananas. Brenda, who at 174 pounds was still 45 pounds less than Amy, ate more heavily, sharing pancakes (3) and generous helping of eggs with her mom. Somehow, though, the taller Amy didn’t seem that big compared to the even larger Jim while Brenda’s porcine expanding figure obviously outweighed the more slender Bob. Fortunately neither escort really cared.
At the project, which was prepping a house for rehab by Habitat for Humanity, Jim and Amy were handed protective smocks for their clothes and given the strenuous assignment of ripping up five layer’s of kitchen linoleum. Bob and Brenda got the less strenuous but more meticulous task of masking windows and removing fixture covers. Jim and Amy tore into their job with zeal, Jim being careful to do the tough part himself, with he and Amy carrying the large pieces to the dumpster. After the first hour they were both sweating profusely and Amy was feeling tired. Jim insisted she take a break for some water.
“Whew, I guess I need more exercise,” she confided.
“Don’t fret too much – this is tough work even if you’re used to it” he replied. “You’re doing fine and the best you can – that’s what counts.”
Amy was grateful he wasn’t calling her lazy or unproductive because of her size – did he really feel so favorably?
“What would be nice,” he said, ”would be to do some things together that are physical – like some walks in the mountains, or cycling. There’s nothing wrong with being a big guy like me, but the muscles need to be there or you get tired easily. But you probably know that.”
“Is he offering me more dates?” Amy thought.
“Mountains are nice,” she replied. “Touring the County gardens or arboretum can be beautiful – do you like plants?”
“Somewhat, but mostly the scenery, the animals and the quiet. Have you ever lain in the shade just looking at the sky with no background noise from the city?”
“Sounds beautiful. How far must you travel for that?”
“About two hours - if you can make us a nice lunch in a basket I’ll spring for the gas next weekend. Expect a two mile roundtrip walk, but its not steep.
“Why not?” she said, realizing he was indeed reaching out to her.
Bob meanwhile had been eying Brenda as they worked along. He liked the plumpness of her calves and could see that her snug gym shorts were stretching their seams. Mindful of his prior faux paux he followed Jim’s example by offering Brenda water at the break.
“Thanks,” she replied. “I’ve a little treat for us as well.”
Pulling out her stash of cookies she offered him some.
“Ummm, good,” he commented as his tongue savored the oatmeal and raisin confection. Brenda had one as well, then another as he was still slowly chewing the first.
“You are a terrific bakress,” he stated, being careful not to interrogate. “May I have another?”
“Sure,” she said – again managing to consume two to his one, a rate he quietly noted. They engaged in some more small talk, then it was back to work.
They continued, with one more break, until 2:00, by which time it was getting quite hot. All the crews were finished so box lunches were distributed – a sandwich, apple, juice and bag of chips. It was alright, but Jim was still hungry after they were finished – even with Brenda’s cookies.
“I move we hit a pizza joint before going home,” he said.
Bob started to endorse the idea, then hesitated.
“What do you think,” he instead asked Brenda “Still have any room?”
“Oh, I’m usually game for food, as you can tell,” she replied, “but Amy gets a vote as well.”
Amy had worked steadily for most of four hours. She was hungry, but also conscious of her appetite and the fact that a dinner date and movie lay ahead. But it was her escort’s suggestion.
“Some pizza and and a coke would be great, I agree” she said.
At the Pizza Shack Jim orderd two large pizzas with a total of sixteen large slices, which gave him a free small pizza with four more. Bob and Amy each had four. Jim and Brenda (seemingly without noticing) managedto pack away six apiece. Bob however did notice and had also spotted a soft ice cream shack across the street. He got an idea.
“OK,” he announced. “Let’s finish off this progressive meal with dessert – I’ll spring for chocolate dip cones for all.”
Amy hesitated, but Brenda’s countenance brightend. Secretly she was feeling a tad full and ice cream might, she thought, help.
Jim said, “Progressive meal? I guess that’s an idea. I can have supper later – up for it Amy?”
“I’ll be stuffed like a grouse, but it is hot today. OK,” she said going along.
After their ice cream Jim drove to Brenda’s house so that Bob could drop her off. Bob took her up the walk and paused to say “I want to tell you one thing about today – we ate a lot, but your homemade cookies were the best. Thanks!”
Brenda went inside smiling and rubbing her belly.
“I guess he’s not so bad after all. And he likes my baking! Glad I sent that note,” she thought, as she peeled off her by now super tight shorts and prepared to lie down and take a nap. As she did she began thinking of how snug all of her clothes were feeling lately.
Jim and Amy dropped Bob off and headed for the theatre. Neither was hungry enough for refreshments after the progressive snacking. The film was long, over two hours, but they enjoyed it. Now it was time for supper. Amy was expecting an inexpensive burger joint but Jim surprised her.
“Have you ever had a Mongolian Bar-B-Q,” he asked.
“No – what’s that?” she replied.
“You’re given a bowl into which you put meat, vegetables, and noodles buffet line style, then give it to a chef who cooks them all on a super hot circular griddle while you watch. They usually have chicken, turkey, lamb and beef for meat and about twenty different veggies. Its patterned after the way the hordes of Gengis Khan ate when they were raiding and pillaging – except now they give you a salad bar as well.”
“Sounds interesting,” she said.
"That’s where we’re headed for supper then.”
The place was reasonably priced and rather crowded for a Saturday night, but they got a table for two. The noise level prevented any serious conversation but Amy followed Jim’s lead and wound up loving the food.
Getting home she realized she’d eaten more in one day than any in recent memory. Somehow it didn’t bother her because she knew Jim was himself a big guy and she was just matching him. The big news was that Jim was already planning another date – did that make him her boy friend?
Brenda by this hour was awake. She struggled into some slacks and wound up leaving the snap open. She realized that she had a wardrobe problem. She went to the living room where her corpulent Mom was watching Jeopardy on TV.
“Hi, how was your day?” her mom asked during the commercial break.
“Fine,” she said, ”we worked on rehabbing a house, them had lunch. Bob’s turning out to be human; I may even wind up liking him. I was tired and took a nap.”
“I can well understand that,” her Mom said as she prepared to turn her game show back on. “There’s meat loaf and potatoes in the fridge – also some lemon pie!”
“Thanks Mom,” she replied, “but I need to tell you something.”
Her Mom hit the mute button. “Nothing serious I hope?”
“Well, kinda. I love the way we eat but I’m sort of outgrowing my clothes. Can we go shopping soon?”
“I’ve been rather expecting this,” her Mom said. “You take after me with your appetite. Well, your grades have been good and I’ve been setting aside some money. Let’s plan on shopping tomorrow.”
Relieved, Brenda said thanks and headed for the kitchen. Later that night before bed she indulged in her second piece of lemon meringue pie for the evening.
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Amber and Carolyn - Chap 15
A tale of two sisters and their Friends
by The Observer
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A tale of two sisters and their Friends
by The Observer
(Click here for the prior chapter)
Chapter 15 –solidifying new relationships
Jim and Bob picked up their dates on time. Amy, although over 220, had had a moderate breakfast of Cheerios and bananas. Brenda, who at 174 pounds was still 45 pounds less than Amy, ate more heavily, sharing pancakes (3) and generous helping of eggs with her mom. Somehow, though, the taller Amy didn’t seem that big compared to the even larger Jim while Brenda’s porcine expanding figure obviously outweighed the more slender Bob. Fortunately neither escort really cared.
At the project, which was prepping a house for rehab by Habitat for Humanity, Jim and Amy were handed protective smocks for their clothes and given the strenuous assignment of ripping up five layer’s of kitchen linoleum. Bob and Brenda got the less strenuous but more meticulous task of masking windows and removing fixture covers. Jim and Amy tore into their job with zeal, Jim being careful to do the tough part himself, with he and Amy carrying the large pieces to the dumpster. After the first hour they were both sweating profusely and Amy was feeling tired. Jim insisted she take a break for some water.
“Whew, I guess I need more exercise,” she confided.
“Don’t fret too much – this is tough work even if you’re used to it” he replied. “You’re doing fine and the best you can – that’s what counts.”
Amy was grateful he wasn’t calling her lazy or unproductive because of her size – did he really feel so favorably?
“What would be nice,” he said, ”would be to do some things together that are physical – like some walks in the mountains, or cycling. There’s nothing wrong with being a big guy like me, but the muscles need to be there or you get tired easily. But you probably know that.”
“Is he offering me more dates?” Amy thought.
“Mountains are nice,” she replied. “Touring the County gardens or arboretum can be beautiful – do you like plants?”
“Somewhat, but mostly the scenery, the animals and the quiet. Have you ever lain in the shade just looking at the sky with no background noise from the city?”
“Sounds beautiful. How far must you travel for that?”
“About two hours - if you can make us a nice lunch in a basket I’ll spring for the gas next weekend. Expect a two mile roundtrip walk, but its not steep.
“Why not?” she said, realizing he was indeed reaching out to her.
Bob meanwhile had been eying Brenda as they worked along. He liked the plumpness of her calves and could see that her snug gym shorts were stretching their seams. Mindful of his prior faux paux he followed Jim’s example by offering Brenda water at the break.
“Thanks,” she replied. “I’ve a little treat for us as well.”
Pulling out her stash of cookies she offered him some.
“Ummm, good,” he commented as his tongue savored the oatmeal and raisin confection. Brenda had one as well, then another as he was still slowly chewing the first.
“You are a terrific bakress,” he stated, being careful not to interrogate. “May I have another?”
“Sure,” she said – again managing to consume two to his one, a rate he quietly noted. They engaged in some more small talk, then it was back to work.
They continued, with one more break, until 2:00, by which time it was getting quite hot. All the crews were finished so box lunches were distributed – a sandwich, apple, juice and bag of chips. It was alright, but Jim was still hungry after they were finished – even with Brenda’s cookies.
“I move we hit a pizza joint before going home,” he said.
Bob started to endorse the idea, then hesitated.
“What do you think,” he instead asked Brenda “Still have any room?”
“Oh, I’m usually game for food, as you can tell,” she replied, “but Amy gets a vote as well.”
Amy had worked steadily for most of four hours. She was hungry, but also conscious of her appetite and the fact that a dinner date and movie lay ahead. But it was her escort’s suggestion.
“Some pizza and and a coke would be great, I agree” she said.
At the Pizza Shack Jim orderd two large pizzas with a total of sixteen large slices, which gave him a free small pizza with four more. Bob and Amy each had four. Jim and Brenda (seemingly without noticing) managedto pack away six apiece. Bob however did notice and had also spotted a soft ice cream shack across the street. He got an idea.
“OK,” he announced. “Let’s finish off this progressive meal with dessert – I’ll spring for chocolate dip cones for all.”
Amy hesitated, but Brenda’s countenance brightend. Secretly she was feeling a tad full and ice cream might, she thought, help.
Jim said, “Progressive meal? I guess that’s an idea. I can have supper later – up for it Amy?”
“I’ll be stuffed like a grouse, but it is hot today. OK,” she said going along.
After their ice cream Jim drove to Brenda’s house so that Bob could drop her off. Bob took her up the walk and paused to say “I want to tell you one thing about today – we ate a lot, but your homemade cookies were the best. Thanks!”
Brenda went inside smiling and rubbing her belly.
“I guess he’s not so bad after all. And he likes my baking! Glad I sent that note,” she thought, as she peeled off her by now super tight shorts and prepared to lie down and take a nap. As she did she began thinking of how snug all of her clothes were feeling lately.
Jim and Amy dropped Bob off and headed for the theatre. Neither was hungry enough for refreshments after the progressive snacking. The film was long, over two hours, but they enjoyed it. Now it was time for supper. Amy was expecting an inexpensive burger joint but Jim surprised her.
“Have you ever had a Mongolian Bar-B-Q,” he asked.
“No – what’s that?” she replied.
“You’re given a bowl into which you put meat, vegetables, and noodles buffet line style, then give it to a chef who cooks them all on a super hot circular griddle while you watch. They usually have chicken, turkey, lamb and beef for meat and about twenty different veggies. Its patterned after the way the hordes of Gengis Khan ate when they were raiding and pillaging – except now they give you a salad bar as well.”
“Sounds interesting,” she said.
"That’s where we’re headed for supper then.”
The place was reasonably priced and rather crowded for a Saturday night, but they got a table for two. The noise level prevented any serious conversation but Amy followed Jim’s lead and wound up loving the food.
Getting home she realized she’d eaten more in one day than any in recent memory. Somehow it didn’t bother her because she knew Jim was himself a big guy and she was just matching him. The big news was that Jim was already planning another date – did that make him her boy friend?
Brenda by this hour was awake. She struggled into some slacks and wound up leaving the snap open. She realized that she had a wardrobe problem. She went to the living room where her corpulent Mom was watching Jeopardy on TV.
“Hi, how was your day?” her mom asked during the commercial break.
“Fine,” she said, ”we worked on rehabbing a house, them had lunch. Bob’s turning out to be human; I may even wind up liking him. I was tired and took a nap.”
“I can well understand that,” her Mom said as she prepared to turn her game show back on. “There’s meat loaf and potatoes in the fridge – also some lemon pie!”
“Thanks Mom,” she replied, “but I need to tell you something.”
Her Mom hit the mute button. “Nothing serious I hope?”
“Well, kinda. I love the way we eat but I’m sort of outgrowing my clothes. Can we go shopping soon?”
“I’ve been rather expecting this,” her Mom said. “You take after me with your appetite. Well, your grades have been good and I’ve been setting aside some money. Let’s plan on shopping tomorrow.”
Relieved, Brenda said thanks and headed for the kitchen. Later that night before bed she indulged in her second piece of lemon meringue pie for the evening.
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