Finding Their Fetish
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Mandy! It's great to see you again! How's everything been lately?
Laurie looked at the face on her computer screen, at Mandy, who answered a second later, in her sweet Georgian drawl, Not bad, not bad! Actually, it's been pretty great, lately. Do you notice anything different about me?
Laurie examined the face on her screen for a second, and with moderate certainty, answered, You lost weight?
With a big smile on her face, Mandy rocked back, You're asking me. Now, if that's not the kinda thing that'll tear a girl's confidence down, I dunno what is. Yes, I lost weight.
Good for you! Now why don't you change the camera angle, show off for me?
Sure thing. A few seconds later, a little adjusting, and suddenly, Laurie could see the entire body of her friend, and it was big. Not nearly as big, though, as she remembered, as it had been. Mandy, she recalled, was the biggest woman she had ever met, carrying 320 pounds on her 5'6 frame, and not doing it well. Carrying her weight in her stomach meant that as big as she was, she could do nothing to draw attention from the mass of her equator.
The woman on the screen was fat, yes, very fat, but at least her entire body could be captured in the frame. I've lost something like 80 pounds so far!
Laurie looked at her own body for comparison, and found what the average woman would call a 'disturbing number of similarities' between the morbidly obese body of her friend on the screen and her own, mostly exposed body. She fondled the softness of her stomach before responding, with a touch of bitterness to her voice, Good for you, I'm over here, fatter than ever. You lost eighty, I'm guessing I've found forty of those! Proper fat now!
You? I don't believe you.
What? What do you mean, I've been fat the entire time we've known each other!
Mandy's eyebrow raised in disbelief, Laurie, honey, remember who you're talking to. I know fat. And you, you've never been fat. Laurie began spluttering, but Mandy kept going, Chubby, yeah, definitely. Chubby as fuck all. But I remember you saying stuff like, 'oh, but I shouldn't,' and then you actually wouldn't eat whatever it was. No, you might have gone and gained a little weight, but trust a fat girl to recognize another fat girl, and you, Laurie, you aren't one.
Laurie looked down at her body, All you can see is my face, right? How are you supposed to be telling me I'm not fat if that's all you can see? It's been a while since we talked, maybe I turned into a fat chick in that time? She squeezed a juicy roll of her flabby stomach, I'm pretty sure I've gotten there. . .
Mandy's eyebrow raised, Yeah? Your turn, then, show off your body to me. Prove to me you've gotten fat.
I'm, uh, kind of just in my panties right now?
Rolling her eyes, Mandy responded, Yeah, I can see how that would make you look skinny. Sweetie, you're talking to a girl who used to get stuck in bathroom stalls. Your 'fatness,' if it even exists, ain't about to be anything I haven't seen before. Go on, adjust the camera, then.
A few seconds later, and Laurie saw Mandy's eyes widen visibly, in surprise, and she spoke up, Okay, uh, I take back what I said, you've taken that step and gotten kinda fat, if you don't mind me saying. Still not too fat, but I think. . . Move around a little bit, let me get a better idea of where you're at?
Laurie complied with the request, stepping back, turning to the side, sinking her hands into her soft sides, heaving her heavy breasts, bending to the sides, and feeling the heavy, pliable blubber of her midsection forming rolls, a testament to her less than healthy lifestyle. Finally, she turned back to her screen, awaiting her fat friend's final judgment, plopping her widened derrière heavily into her computer chair.
Mandy just sat there for a second, thinking before saying, Yeah. . . definitely fat now. I think. . . She paused, thinking how to say what she was about to say, Don't, uh. Don't take this the wrong way, but, I think. . . I think you're actually fatter than I am now. I mean proportionally, of course, you're shorter than me, so less fat looks like more on you. She shrugged, and with a smile, Hey, though, at least you got an awesome rack out of it, though, all I got was a gut the size of Jupiter! Curves balance out the belly, all that.
I guess, but I still worry a little sometimes. . .
Mandy remembered something, You got a girlfriend now, don't you?
Laurie nodded, happy to be away from the topic of her weight gain for a second, Yeah! Lincoln! She's great, just awesome. We got this place together! She gestured around the room.
Well what's she think about you gaining this weight, then? She made any comments?
Laurie didn't even have to think about it, No. Never. She's something like 330 pounds, though, she knows already she can't say anything and not be a hypocrite.
Mandy's ears pricked to hear Laurie's girlfriend was a fellow fatty, but instead of commenting on that, she kept to the subject at hand, And the sex? Is she interested?
Laurie laughed a bit, Oh, yeah. She's interested. Very interested.
So what's the problem?
Laurie sighed, Me being neurotic, mostly. It's just. . . It's about the sex. It's fantastic, yeah, couldn't ask for better, it's just. . . It's kinda vanilla. . . Eating out, fingering. . . basic stuff, you feel me? And then there's all these other people we talk to, great couples, they're all like 'oh yeah, we got some kinky stuff going on we'd rather not talk about, wink wink,' and I think sometimes, maybe that's it. Maybe that's the key to the perfect relationship, having a shared fetish. Mandy shrugged, and Laurie kept going, So we've done our share of experimentation, bondage, stuff like that, and so far, nothing. Lincoln's kinda into domination, but I'm just like. 'eh.' And now I'm getting fat, it's just like, what if we figure it out, and both of us are too fat to actually go along with it? We used to scissor like, all the time, but we stopped once it started getting difficult, what if we find our shared fetish and it's just too much? What happens then?
Mandy looked thoughtful for a second, then answered, Well. . . If you're that worried about all that, I guess I could give you the diet information I used for my diet.
Laurie was more than happy to get the resources Mandy had used, and as soon as they were all printed, she said goodbye, nice chat, she needed to do something before starting this diet.
She needed to talk to someone.
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Lincoln was in the kitchen, same as she usually was on nights like this, midnight snacking. She was excited about tonight's offerings. She pulled from the fridge a fresh ½ gallon carton of Rocky Road, and waddled her way to the nearest table.
She was a vision of voluptuous flesh, obesity incarnate, wearing only her undersized underwear, her well-rounded bottom turning what were once full-coverage panties into what appeared to be a thong, leaving her thick, meaty figure free to bulge outwards. With each step, her entire body jiggled, the shockwaves of each heavy footfall echoing across her massive, blubbery body. Grabbing a spoon from a drawer, she popped the lid from the carton before sitting down, unwilling to wait even a few seconds more before indulging her overblown body.
With her first bite of that smooth, creamy goodness, Lincoln felt a shiver pass through her body, as the cold, cold cream traveled to her the center of her warm, already somewhat full belly, soon to be transformed to adipose and transported to the wide, dimpled spaces of her bottom and thighs. She grinned as the sweetness was registered, transported to her happy place, just in time for more.
And this was what Laurie saw when she walked into the kitchen, feeling ultra-aware of her own severe obesity. Her gorgeous, gluttonous girlfriend, gorging herself on ice cream, straight from a freshly opened carton, her huge hips pouring over the edges of the standard-sized chair that was struggling to hold up her weight. For a few seconds, she just watched, unnoticed by Lincoln, as the woman she cared about shoveled spoonful after spoonful of fattening piles of milk, sugar and fudge into the chasm of her mouth. For some reason, she couldn't say why exactly, Laurie couldn't look away, and more than that, she didn't want to.
Lincoln dribbled a bit of slightly melted ice cream down onto her exposed stomach, a splotch of brown against the pale whiteness of her stomach. Using her finger, she wiped it up, and as she moved the escaping ice cream to her mouth, she noticed Laurie for the first time, and briefly, she was happy to see her. Then, she noticed the expression Laurie had.
That wasn't a happy expression.
That wasn't her 'why don't you come to bed, wink wink' look.
That was her 'we need to talk' face.
She set the ice cream down, and stood up, well, tried to stand up, encountering a certain degree of difficulty. It was a familiar sensation to an experienced overeater such as Lincoln, nothing to worry about, just meant she needed to rock back and forth a time or two, get the momentum going, which she did, and a second later, was looking at Laurie with concern, What is it, babe? Are you okay? She stood face-to-face with her lover, setting her hand on Laurie's side, her fingers sinking into the soft surface.
Laurie looked up at Lincoln with her big, electric-blue eyes, and said simply, I'm getting fat. . .
Lincoln's heart melted a little, and she went for the full embrace, trying to comfort her lover, Oh, honey, don't even! You're not fat, you're just curvy! You're just--
Laurie pulled away, cutting Lincoln off, and laying down the solid facts, I'm fat, Lincoln. 217 pounds, and let's be real, my job has me sitting around all day, every day, testing video games, I'm ordering extra large pizzas for two out of three meals every day, and the only 'exercise program' I have is orgasming when you eat me out, and then returning the favor, the only way any of the twenty something pounds I've gained since we moved here could be muscle is if it's all in my mouth, and I got chipmunk cheeks and a double-chin that say that ain't what's happening! She paused, looked up at Lincoln's surprised face, and took a deep breath, I'm sorry. It's just I was coming out here to tell you. I think. . .I think I'm going on a diet.
Lincoln smiled, Then I think I'm going on a diet, too!
Laurie just blinked up at her, surprised by how fast that was, I thought. . . I thought I'd have to convince you. . .
Lincoln just looked down at the round, pink-cheeked face of her lover and was overwhelmed by how adorable she looked right that second. She reached down to lift Laurie up into the air, the way she did when they first started dating, but found two obstacles were in the way, the first being her full stomach, and the second being the seventy pounds Laurie had packed on in the three years since the last time Lincoln had done this.
Upon realizing it wasn't going to happen, she played it off by kissing Laurie's exposed breasts, flicking her tongue into the chasm of her cleavage, then pecking at her exposed body in sequence, making her way slowly up to Laurie's mouth, kissing her passionately, and when the two separated, finally responding to her, Laurie. . . I love you. I may not like dieting, but if it's for you, I'll do it. We starting tomorrow?
Yeah. Mandy gave me the plans, we can go shopping, clear out the junk food tomorrow, wait, what are you doing?
Lincoln had broken away from Laurie all of a sudden, twisted around and began waddling her fat, majestic, dimpled bottom back to the table, where her ice cream sat slowly melting, I'm getting a head start on all that! Gonna clear out the junk food before morning! She plopped her wide rear end down onto the chair forcefully, the impact rippling across her thick, exposed legs.
Laurie watched wide-eyed as Lincoln picked up the half-eaten, half-melted carton of ice cream and tilted it back, pouring the sweet, sugary run-off of the melted ice cream into her open mouth, absorbing every one of the hundreds of calories just in that carton, adding to the future mass of her already heavy body, piling on a few more inches to what was already there. She remembered something, Lincoln. . . Didn't you say you just restocked us this afternoon?
Chocolate dripping around her mouth, Lincoln poured the final drops into down her gullet, and grunted yes, leading Laurie to her next question, How much. . . how much did you get?
Lincoln stood up tossing the emptied carton to the side and making her way to the freezer, opening it to reveal three more ½ gallon containers, Enough.
Laurie's eyes widened, but she knew deep down, if anyone could do this, it was Lincoln.
