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EXTREMELY LONG DISCLAIMER: This is a retelling of another story of the same name by ja82 of Fantasy Feeder https://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?https://fantasyfeeder.com/stories/view?id=250110.  It hasn’t been updated in nearly two years.  I’ve done everything in my power to ask for the author’s permission to post the original story, but to no avail.  So, I decided to write my own version of the existing two chapters, plus a few more chapters of my own, so I could retell the story in my own style and add something new to it.  My intention was not to steal the author’s work.  I only wrote this because I thought it was too good of a story not to be continued. For the sake of artistic integrity, please understand THIS IS NOT CANON TO THE AUTHOR’S STORY.  With that said, I hope everybody enjoys it!

 

---------------------------CHAPTER 1---------------------------

 

    So there I was, stopping by Marco’s diner to get some dinner.  That’s when I saw her.  The biggest, fattest, most enormous girl I’d ever seen.  By far.  That includes on television and online.  But that wasn’t the strangest part.  The strangest part was that she looked exactly like my college ex-girlfriend.  The only difference, admittedly a very big one, is that Jessie was very skinny, and this woman was...basically the opposite of skinny.


    My curiosity was peaked, though, so I decided to walk up to her.  She looked up at me, and before I even said anything, a smile of recognition lit up her face, “MARK!”  She stood up from the waiting room bench, forcing me to quickly step back lest I be pushed to the floor by her humongous gut.  Before I could fully regain my balance, however, she pulled me into a hug, pressing me against the same titanic belly that nearly sent me toppling.  I’d be lying if I said it didn’t feel good.


    “Jessie! It’s been so long!”  I exclaimed after being released from her soft embrace.  “I know!  It’s been almost 3 years!  I can’t believe it’s been that long!  God, you look different, have you gained weight?  It’s okay though, it barely shows!” she was talking faster than I could keep up, but I caught the part about the weight.  I mean, sure, I’m not as stick thin as I was in college, but I’m still, by all definitions of the word, thin.


    “Uh, yeah, I might’ve gained a pound or two,” I replied, “what about you, though?  You, look a little....different too...um-er...”  FUCK!  Why did I say that?  I’m such an idiot!  She soon responded, though, “It’s my hair, isn’t it?  I’m so glad you noticed!  It used to be so curly, now it‘s straight and smooth!” “Um...yeah! God, I just couldn’t get that out of my head!  It looks great!”  “[GASP] THANK YOU!” she exclaimed, pulling me into another soft hug.  I blushed, seeing just how flattered she was.


    After once again releasing me from her fat embrace, she made a suggestion, “So hey, it’d be nice if we could catch up.  If you want, we could get a booth together?”  “Yeah, I’d love that!” I responded.  We talked with the hostess, and she escorted us to a table.  While we were walking, I noticed something I probably should’ve noticed before.  Aside from gaining a shit ton of weight, Jessie had also hit a major growth spurt.  Back in college, we were both around the same height, but now, she practically towers over me!


    “Ugh! These booths are so TIGHT!” Jessie exclaimed, struggling to squeeze her gargantuan body into the booth.  “Oh, uh, I guess...” I replied, perfectly able to get into my side of the booth with plenty of room to spare.  If anything, I had a little too much space. 

    “So, Mark,” she spoke, her adorable double chin bulging out as she looked down at me, “what have you been up to since college?”  “Um...not much, mostly work stuff.  Remember how I was in accounting?  Guess what?  I’m an accountant now!”  She giggled at my quip, her entire body shaking in the process.  It was pretty cute.  “That’s great!  I’m happy for you!” she said sweetly.  I’m definitely loving the new Jessie, she’s a lot sweeter than she was when we dated.


    “What about you, though?  How have things been for you?”  I asked curiously.  I can’t believe it, I’m falling for this woman all over again.  “I’ve been great!  My friend Emily and I started a bakery!”  “A bakery?  That must’ve cost a lot of money!”  I commented.  “Honestly, it wasn’t too bad!  Emily’s parents are pretty rich, so they paid for most of it.”  “That’s great!  I take it you’re liking your job?”  “I’m LOVING it!  I get to be my own boss, I can pursue my love of culinary arts, and, best of all, I can eat on the job!  Speaking of which...”


    Just then, the waitress came over.  Neither of us had even looked through the menu yet, but Jessie knew exactly what she wanted.  She ordered for herself enough food to feed an extended family, and a pasta dish for me.  “I’ve eaten here before. Trust me, you’ll love it!”  She assured me.


    We continued talking while they prepared our meals.  It took several waiters to carry Jessie’s order.  We kinda had to shuffle around a few napkin dispensers and salt shakers to make space for her food.  Not only because there was so much of it, but also because we had to work around Jessie’s fat, fat belly covering up a large portion of the table.


    Upon seeing her food, she practically squeed in delight, her elbows squeezing together her massive breasts as a result of her mannerism.  She started eating almost immediately.  The speed and manner in which she ate was truly a spectacle.  I tried not to stare, but it was difficult.  Luckily, she seemed to be too caught up in eating to notice me, or anyone else at the restaurant, staring.


    “GOD that was good!” she exclaimed, her hands on her belly after enjoying several plates worth of food, plus a hefty order of desert she placed afterward.  “I’m glad to see you liked it so much!” I exclaimed happily.  After we paid the check, though, we ran into a bit of a problem.  “Um, Mark, I think I might be stuck.” she whispered, trying her best to wiggle out of her spot.  I grabbed her by the hands and tried my best to pull her out, but to no avail.  “Ugh, I told you these booths were too small!” she exclaimed, still whispering.


    I told the waitress of our predicament, and she told her manager.  She was really stuck in there, so he had to get a handyman to unscrew the table from the floor just to get Jessie out.  She let out a sigh of relief, her belly no longer compressed by the table.  She grabbed my hand and we left the restaurant together.  Several people stared at Jessie as she waddled by.  Assuming they were gawking at her, Jessie flipped her hair back, a bit of vanity in her motions.  While she is much sweeter now than when we dated, she’s still just as vain.


    “So, hey, it’s been really nice hanging out...”  I started.  “Yeah!  We should get in touch more often!”  She said, standing next to me in the parking lot.  “Yeah.  Hey, do you still have my number?”  “Um...no, I kinda lost it when I got a new phone.  If you want, though, I could give you my new number and we could discuss meeting up again.” she suggested.  I happily accepted, and I entered her number into my phone.  She then gave me a third hug (just as good as the first two), before cheerily waving at me and waddling off to her car.

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---------------------------CHAPTER 2---------------------------

 

Jessie’s perspective: (Remember, she doesn’t know she’s fat)


    I couldn’t stop thinking about last night.  Running into Mark, his surprise seeing me with straight hair, feeling his embrace again.  Not to mention the AMAZING food!  I had to see him again.  I know it’s a bit soon, but I decided to text him the next day.  I asked if he wanted to meet up and get some ice cream tonight.  Of course, he said yes.


    We agreed to meet up around 7. I came to the ice cream shop at 6:50 and got myself 2 large cones.  I ate one, and just as I started on the second, Mark showed up.  “Hey cutie!” I greeted him, standing up to give him another hug.  While we hugged, I could feel him quickly developing a boner, but decided to say nothing about it.  “Take a seat! Careful, though, these chairs are tiny!” I spoke, sitting back down.  “What are the odds both the restaurant AND the ice cream parlor have awful seating?!” he commented.  “I KNOW, right?!  I’m using two chairs, and my butt STILL doesn’t fit!”  I responded, shuffling uncomfortably in my seats.


    He bought himself a medium cone and took a seat across from me.  “So, how was it at the bakery today?” he asked.  “It was okay.  Kind of a slow day, but I don’t mind slow days.  Me and Emily usually just have some snacks and talk.”  “Hey wait, is this the same Emily you hung out with back in college?”  I smiled, I couldn’t believe he remembered!  “Yup!  We were besties!  Still are!”  “Wasn’t she on the volleyball team?”  “She sure was!” I replied, finishing off my cone, “I told her about you, she seemed to remember you, too!”  He started to speak, but I interrupted him, “hold that thought, I’m gonna get a few more cones.”


    We continued talking for the next half hour or so.  I told him about my job at the bakery, he told me about his job in accounting.  After eating four large cones (not including the initial two), I leaned back, placed my hands on my flat belly, and let out a sigh of satisfaction.  “Did that hit the spot?” He asked, that adorable smile on his face.  “Yup!” I replied enthusiastically, “So, what do you say? Where should this night go from here?”  “Well, if you want, we could go back to my place.  I can put on a movie, order some pizza—“  “Stop!  You had me at pizza”, I interrupted him, giggling.


    We left the restaurant and headed to Mark’s car.  He got in the driver’s seat, and I started to get into the passenger seat.  I noticed the car’s suspension squeak as I stepped my foot in, but it was probably just because Mark got in at the same time.  After all, men usually weigh more than women.


    Unfortunately, his car seems to be one of those uncomfortably small cars that went in fashion for some reason, because I’m trying as hard as I can to get in, but I can’t fit through the door frame!  “Um, Jessie, you need some help?” Mark asked, looking at me from the driver’s seat.  “RRGH, yeah, I’m a bit...UGH, stuck” I responded, frustrated.  Seriously, who makes doors this small?!  I was turned to the side, trying as hard as I could to get through, but to no avail.  My butt touched the back of the doorway, and my stomach touched the glove box.  If someone as skinny as me can’t fit in a doorway, while facing sideways AND sucking it in, it shouldn’t even be considered a doorway.


    Mark came to the passenger side to try and help.  We pulled the seat back all the way, and I tried my best to get in that tight space, but I soon gave up.  “Look, Mark, even if I do get in, there’s no way you can drive around with my boobs pressed against the windshield.  Let’s just take my car.”  After taking an equally long time getting me out of his tiny car, I handed Mark the keys and we headed to my car.  “Seriously Mark, how do you fit in that clown car?  Let alone get around in it?!  Honestly, you need a bigger car.”  I exclaimed, half teasing, half genuine.


    We got in my car and he started driving to his place.  “Hey, Mark, we should order the pizza right now, so we don’t have to wait as long for it to show up.”  “Really?  So soon?  I thought you said the ice cream hit the spot?”  “It did, but then you brought up pizza, and I became a lot more hungry all of a sudden,” I replied.  Chuckling, he pulled out his phone and placed an order for pizza to be delivered to his house.  As he described the order, I could feel my mouth watering.  “Trust me, they make fantastic pizza.  You’re gonna love it!” He reassured me after he got off the phone.  “Dammit!  I think you actually just made me even more hungry!”  I responded, my hands on my flat stomach as a ravenous growl emitted from it.  “Wow, Jessie, I never knew you had such an appetite.  Er—um-I mean, not that there’s anything wrong with that, um-“ Just then, I put my arm behind him.  His face turned bright red, but he didn’t resist one bit.  In fact, he leaned into it.  I couldn’t believe it, I was falling for this man all over again.


    Mark and I walked into the main lobby of his apartment complex.  For some reason, I got a few stares as I walked in.  I guess I’m just that gorgeous.  Hand in hand, we walked to the elevator.


    Now, some elevators are built large and roomy, generally to accommodate for multiple people going up and down at once.  This definitely wasn’t one of those elevators.  In fact, just having me and Mark in there was a bit claustrophobic.  It didn’t help that after we got in, a few more people joined.  We kinda had to shuffle around so everyone could fit, but we managed.


    When we got to his floor, he led the way to his apartment.  “Ladies first,” he said, holding the door open for me.  I giggled at his act of chivalry.  Unfortunately, the entrance to his apartment was another one of those way-too-small doors, so I had to turn sideways and shuffle to get through.  I decided to say nothing about it, though, lest his gentlemanly gesture be in vain.  After I got in, I took a seat on his couch.  Judging by the loud squeak it let out, it was a pretty old couch.


    Shortly after, the pizza arrived.  At my request, we got 3 large pizzas and a thing of bread sticks.  Mark paid the delivery man and placed the pizzas on the coffee table in front of me.  With my stomach still grumbling, I didn’t hesitate to grab my first slice.  “Mmmh, Mark, thish ish REALLY good pizza!”  I said, hungrily eating away at my food.


    “I told you you’d love it!” Mark said, taking a seat on the couch.  Due to his couch being so small, he kinda had to squeeze in the spot next to me, though I certainly didn’t mind.  I looked at him, finishing my first slice of pizza.  “What?” he asked, chuckling.  Smiling, I put one of his arms behind my back.  As I grabbed another slice of pizza, he put his other hand on my torso.  I suddenly got a warm feeling in my stomach, like a sense of nostalgia back to when we were dating.  I’d always make the first move, and he knew what do from there.  This time, I was the one going red in the face.  I almost would’ve stopped eating, had I not still been so hungry.


    We continued cuddling on the couch, as I continued to eat the pizza Mark so thoughtfully bought for me.  His eyes were closed and he was leaning up against me.  Aside from the tininess of the couch, it was basically perfect.  After I finished all three boxes of pizza, I leaned back, licked my fingers, and placed my hands on my stomach.


    “Hey Mark?” I said softly.  “Yeah?”  “Would you mind I stayed the night?”  “I wouldn’t mind at all.” he responded, snuggling up closer to me.  I then placed my finger under his chin and nudged his head upwards.  We looked into each other’s eyes, leaned in, and passionately kissed.  It was amazing.


    We didn’t have sex that night, but we did share the same bed.  Just like the rest of his furniture, his bed was quite small, but we managed.  I slept through the night, my arms wrapped around him as he played the little spoon.  Once again, I was reminded of the times we spent curled up together in college.  Feeling his bony rib cage, his toned abs.  I think it’s official: I’ve fallen in love with this man all over again...


...oh boy... 

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---------------------------CHAPTER 3---------------------------

 

 Mark’s perspective:


    I woke up the next morning in Jessie’s arms.  I thought the first few hugs felt good, but feeling her soft, cushiony embrace for an entire night was nothing short of amazing.  I don’t think I’ve ever felt so comfy in my life.  I’m actually amazed that my bed was able to support her tremendous weight for a whole night.


    We got up and made breakfast together.  I wanted to make breakfast for her, but she insisted on helping on the grounds she has far more culinary experience than me.  Now, I should mention something about my kitchen.  It has counters on 3 sides, cooking utensils hanging from above, and a little island in the middle.  For most people, there’s plenty of room to move around and prepare food.  Jessie is not most people, not anymore at least.  Every time she had to move from one part of the kitchen to another, she had to squeeze her massive body through the space between the island and the counter.  Every time she took a step, I could hear the utensils banging against each other.  At one point, she needed to get past me, and had I not moved out of the way when I did, I would’ve either fallen to the floor or been crushed against the island.  While I was loving the new Jessie, she was definitely taking some getting used to.  We made a regular sized breakfast for me, and for Jessie, a breakfast at least as large as the meal she ate at Marco’s.  I could tell she was very hungry, in part because her stomach was constantly grumbling as we cooked, and also because of how frequently she taste tested the food.


    Once we finished cooking, she sat her gigantic butt down on the couch and digged in.  “Sho, [NOM] Mark, do you have any work today?” she asked, eating from one of 4 plates.  “Nope, not on Saturday.  What about you?  Is the bakery open today?”  “Yup!  Emily and I are working on a wedding cake for this lovely lesbian couple that came by.  [MMH] Plus, we get more customers on the weekend, and as small business owners, we need all the business we can get.”  “Well, I’d definitely love to come by and try out what you have.”  She gasped, “I’d LOVE that! Hey, if you’re not busy, why don’t you come over today?!”  “Sure!  We’re gonna have to pick up my car first, but after that, absolutely!”  She cheered happily, her elbows pressing her breasts together as she expressed her excitement.


    “You know, if I’m being honest, it’s a relief having some company over for once.” I spoke, sitting next to her on what little space was left on my couch.  “What do you mean?  Don’t you ever have friends over?”  “I mean...no...none of my college friends still talk to me, and everyone at work is extremely antisocial.”  She stopped eating for a moment, “So wait, you have no friends at all?” she asked.  “I mean, not really, no...”  After a short silence, she wrapped her arm around me, “Well, you have me...” We both smiled softly.


    After she finished off her several course meal, we went out to bring my car back from the ice cream parlor, before driving to the bakery.  Upon arrival, Jessie reintroduced me to Emily, who appeared to have undergone the same body transformation as Jessie over the past few years.  In fact, except for their faces and hair, they both look identical.  Equally fat bellies, equally massive boobs, equally tall in height (though to be fair, Emily was already tall back in college).  They also both appear to be equally friendly, as the moment she saw me, Emily pulled me into a soft, squishy hug.  “MARK!  It’s been forever!  How’ve you been?” she asked enthusiastically.


    Just after Emily released me from her embrace, Jessie grabbed my hand and pulled me close, a hint of jealousy on her smile as she responded for me, “He’s doing great!  He’s an accountant now, isn’t that right Mark?”  “Yup!  I’ve been doing that for about 2 years now.  What about you Emily, what have you been up to?” I asked, trying to ignore the possible tension between her and Jessie.  “I’ve been great!  I’m sure you already know, but Jessie and I have been working at this bakery for the past few years.  And so far, we’ve been loving it!”  Just then, a timer went off from the kitchen.  “Ooh!  The brownies are ready!”  Emily exclaimed.  All of a sudden, both gigantic women practically ran into the kitchen, their fat bodies jiggling and the ground shaking beneath them.


    “C’mon Mark!  We made this batch just for you!” Jessie exclaimed, looking back at me as she entered the kitchen.  I did as instructed, though I couldn’t actually enter the kitchen, as Jessie was standing in the doorway.  Technically, her feet were in the kitchen, but with how big her butt is, there wasn’t any comfortable way I could get in.


    As Emily pulled the brownies from the oven, Jessie grabbed some cookies for her and her corpulent friend to snack on while the brownies cooled off.  “Mmh!  Jess, these cookies are really good!”  Emily exclaimed.  “Thanksh!  I made them myshelf!”  My girthy ex-girlfriend replied, flattered.  The girls continued to gorge themselves on cookies for the next several minutes, seemingly without any sign of slowing down.  With appetites like theirs, it’s no wonder they got so huge in just 3 years.


    “Hey, um, girls, I think the brownies might be getting cold.” I reminded them, which snapped them out of their cookie devouring haze.  “Oh my god, you’re right!” Jessie exclaimed, quickly finishing the last of her cookie before she race walked to the stove.  She tucked her smooth, brunette hair in the back of her shirt before leaning over and cutting up the brownies.  As she did so, her humongous boobs hung down in an almost hypnotizing fashion, bouncing up and down as she cut up the chocolatey dessert.


    “Mark, since we made this for you, we’ll let you have the first brownie,” Jessie said, looking straight at me.  I quickly averted my gaze from her massive breasts.  Luckily, I don’t think she noticed.  I did, however, notice that Emily gave a slight look of contempt after I stopped staring, so Emily might’ve noticed.


    I grabbed one of the brownies and took a bite.  “Wow, Jessie, these are REALLY good!”  I exclaimed.  Jessie cheered excitedly, “I just KNEW you’d love them!”  “Let’s not forget to thank the beautiful chef that prepared those brownies...”  Emily interjected.  “Thanks Emily!”  I said, looking up at her.  “Aww”, blushing, she pulled me into another soft squishy hug. 

    When we stopped hugging, I noticed another jealous expression on Jessie’s face.  “Hey, what about the beautiful chef that helped make you breakfast this morning?” Jessie asked, holding her arms out for a hug.  I leaned in and she pulled me close.  While we hugged, Emily snuck over to the brownies and started gobbling them up.  “Hey!  Wait for me!” Jessie exclaimed, letting me go and turning around to grab some brownies.


    I stood behind both girls as they leaned over and hungrily devoured their batch of brownies.  Emily soon had to follow suit with Jessie and tuck away her thick, wavy, black hair into the back of her shirt, lest it fall in her face as she ate.  They continued to shove chocolate square after chocolate square into their mouths, their bodies pressed against each other as they did so.  It wasn’t in a sexual way, it was more to compete for space as they reached for the brownies.  I imagine if they were in the bodies they had in college, they would not even have to make contact to reach for the same batch.

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---------------------------CHAPTER 4---------------------------

 

 Jessie and Emily finished off the rest of the brownies.  The whole time they were eating, I was trying the best I could not to stare at their humongous asses.  After they finished, Emily took a few steps back and leaned against the counter.  Unbeknownst to her, I was already leaning on the same counter.  “Emily!” I exclaimed, my voice muffled as I was crushed by the enormous woman in front of me.  “Oops, sorry Mark, I didn’t see you there!” she said, taking a step forward.  “I-it’s fine Emily...” I stuttered.  She gave me a friendly smile.


    The two girls switched into their work uniforms and put on their hairnets, about ready to start the workday.  Emily grabbed one of my hands and asked “Hey, Mark, could you help me restock the display cases?”  “Oh, uh sure Em-“ “No, I think Mark would rather help me remove the expired food from the display case, right?” Jessie interrupted, grabbing my other hand.  “Oh, uh, sure thing Jess, I’ll-“ “No, he doesn’t know when each baked good expires, I think it’d be better if he helped me in the pantry” Emily said, tugging on my arm.  “No, he can’t reach the higher shelves in the pantry, I think he’d be much more helpful with me at the display case.”  Jessie said, also tugging on my arm.  “Mark, how about you decide?  Who do you wanna help?” Emily asked, looking down at me.  “Um, er, I mean...well...we don’t know what we need to restock yet, so how about we all grab the expired food, then we all go to the pantry?”  I responded, a bit unsure of myself.  “That sounds like an excellent idea!” Jessie said, speaking to me but looking at Emily.


    We all walked to the display cases together, both ladies still holding my hands.  We had to take turns leaving the kitchen, as both girls were way too huge to fit through the doorway with another person.  Both girls looked through the food in the display case, while I...well, stood there, unsure what to do.  Like Emily said, I don’t really know which foods are expiring.


    “Um...so...” I tried to break the silence, “w-what do you do with the food once it’s expired?”  “We eat it!”  Jessie exclaimed, taking a bite from a cookie.  “But, I thought you said it was expired?” I inquired.  Emily responded, “Well yes, but only by bakery standards.  Once the food stops looking like a culinary masterpiece, and just looks like something from the grocery store, we eat it.”  “Yeah, no sense in letting good food go to waste, am I right?” Jessie said, patting her gigantic belly, causing her boobs to wiggle around.  “Wow, you gals sure do take your work seriously.”  I commented, subtly side eyeing Jessie as her boobs wobbled.  “We sure do!” Emily said, downing a cupcake.  She too gave her fat belly a pat, also causing her boobs to wobble.


    Once we finished grabbing all the food that needed replacing, we set it down on what the girls call the ‘snack counter’.  “Jessie and I usually go here any time we get hungry.”  “Wow, that’s a lot of food.  How long does it take you two to finish it all?”  “About a day,” Jessie responded.  Oh fuck, did I just inadvertently call them fat?  Just before I can correct myself, Jessie continued, “What can I say? Walking around all day preparing culinary masterpieces takes a lot of calories.”


    We went to the pantry and started stockpiling our cart with replacements.  I was stood between both girls as Jessie instructed me on which items to grab.  Both ladies kept bumping their butts against me as they grabbed more stuff, but I’m sure they didn’t mean to.  As we grabbed more food, I noticed Emily’s breasts wobbling around excessively.


    “Hey, what are you looking at?”  Emily asked.  My face immediately turned red, “Er-uh, I was just, uh...wondering where you got your uniform from?” I said nervously.  “Oh this?  Jess and I designed these ourselves!” she exclaimed, tugging her shirt down a bit, “it’s a shame they keep shrinking in the wash, though!  We keep having to replace them!”  Jessie interjected, “all because our cheapskate landlord refuses to fix the washing machine!  He keeps saying ‘we’re the only ones who are having this problem’”.  “That sucks.”  I commented.  “It does!  We must’ve blown through at least 20 sets of uniforms in the past few years!  And this set is starting to shrink, too!”  Jessie exclaimed, tugging her shirt down over her fat belly.  “20 sets.  20 uniforms in each set, 10 for each of us.  All ruined in just 3 years.  If that doesn’t scream ‘something’s wrong with your washing machine’, I don’t know what does!”  Emily exclaimed, grabbing the last of the food we needed from the pantry.  “So wait, do you two have the same landlord?” I asked curiously.  “Yeah, didn’t Jessie tell you?  We’re roommates!”  Emily exclaimed.  “Yeah,” Jessie spoke, “after months of arguing about who gets to take home the leftover snacks each night, we eventually just decided to move in together so we could share.  But we don’t usually have any leftovers anymore.”  “Yeah, like she said, running a bakery takes a lot of calories.”


    After we finished stocking up, Jessie got her keys and started heading out.  “Wait what?” Emily asked her, “You can’t leave now!  We were just about to open up, you’re already wearing your uniform!”  “I know!  I know!  But we’re almost out of icing, and we have a wedding cake to finish!  Hey, Mark, would you mind helping Emily with the bakery while I’m gone?” Jessie asked, looking down at me, her fat double chin bulging out in the process.  “Um...s-sure thing Jessie...”  I stuttered nervously.  “Thanks, cutie!” she exclaimed, giving me a big fat hug.  “Ahem!” said Emily.  Rolling her eyes, Jessie gave Emily a hug.  They really had to press their bellies together to reach close enough to hug.  After grabbing two cookies, Jessie flipped the closed sign to open and waddled outside.


    “Um, s-so Emily,” I said, looking up at her fat face, “what should we do first?”  “Hmm, let’s see...first I want you to grab the last of the icing and bring it over to me. Could you do that for me?” she asked, leaning over so that her boobs (and her belly) hung down.  “Um n-n-no problem,” I said, my face red, “wh-where is it again?”  She giggled, her double chin jiggling in the process.  “Over at the back of the pantry.  I think you can find it.”


    I followed orders and grabbed the last of the icing.  When I got back, she was no longer wearing a shirt.  She was standing there in her white bra, her gargantuan gut sticking outward as she leaned on a table.  In fact, “leaned on” might be a bit of an understatement, as her butt covered up the entirety of said table and then some.  “[GASP] Mark!  You brought it!”  She ran up to me and snatched the packets of icing.  She then started sucking down each packet of the creamy substance.  “Um, er, uh, Emily?” I asked as her giant tummy pinned me to the wall.  “Mm-hmm?” She responded, looking down at me with big eyes.  “Why aren’t you wearing a shirt?”  “Ugh, it’s SUPER hot in here.  Don’t you agree?” She said, fanning herself with one hand, the arm motion causing her boobs to jiggle around amazingly.  “B-but, what happens if one of your customers sees you like this?”  “No worries, I flipped the sign back to closed!”  “But...er, the windows-“ “ooh, good point, we should go somewhere more private.”  She grabbed one of my arms and waddled to the restroom.


    Once we got to the restroom, Emily started getting a lot more physical.  After she finished her icing, she had both plump hands on me.  “Emily, I don’t think we should do this!”  I exclaimed.


    She took a step back, “W-what do you mean?”  “Look, you’re a nice girl, but...I like Jessie.  I don’t think I can do this to her.”  “What are you talking about?  You two aren’t dating yet, right?”  “I mean...no, but...I mean”  “...Look, Mark,” she spoke softly, “I know you and Jessie have been through a lot, but...I feel something between you and me.  If you can look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t feel it too, then I’ll let it go.”


    I stood there for a moment, silently.  She sighed, “I see. Well, I hope you and Jessie make each other happy.”  “No, wait!  I didn’t say—er, uh-“  “Yes?”  “I mean...”  My face is bright red as I try to figure out what I want.  “Look,” Emily said, placing a hand on me, “I promise if slash when you and Jessie get back together, I’ll keep my hands off.  In the meantime...” she placed my hands on her waist.  “I mean...that is, if you’re okay with that...are you?” She asked.  I nodded.  She smiled.  She then picked up her icing and finished the rest of each packet.

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    While it wasn’t my intention at first, I ended up spending the rest of the day at that bakery.  It was just such a marvel seeing the ways these two girls constantly gorged themselves throughout the day.  And, if I’m being completely honest, I was kind of enjoying having them fight over me.


    After closing time, we cleaned up shop and got ready to leave.  “Hey, it was really cool hanging out with you today.”  Jessie said, looking down at me.  “Yeah, I had a lot of fun.  We should hang out again sometime.”  “We should!  Have you heard of the All Night Disco?”  “I...might’ve...it’s a club, right?”  She nodded, “Emily and I were talking about going this Wednesday.  Wanna come?”  “I’d LOVE that!”  I exclaimed, which made Jessie giggle.  Just then, she started leaning over to kiss me, which made her gigantic belly and breasts hang down.  I started leaning into the kiss too, but we were interrupted by Emily.  “Hey Jess!  I saved you a chocolate filled donut!”  All of Jessie’s focus was lost and she ran over to consume the donut her friend saved her.  Before we each headed to our cars, we each gave each other a hug, which gave me another chance to feel both girls’ fat, cushiony bellies, before bidding our farewells.


    That Wednesday, I went over to the All Night Disco.  Jessie and Emily weren’t too difficult to find, given how tall, and especially how fat they both are.  They were both dancing to the music, their colossal bellies bopping about, their humongous tits swaying side to side, and their huge butts constantly bumping into each other.  I came up to them, and before I could utter a ‘hello’, Jessie picked me up and hugged me, her fat, fat breasts in my face.  “MARK!  I’m so glad you made it!”  There was so much fat in my face, I was almost suffocating.  Just then, I was grabbed from behind by another very large woman.  I heard Emily’s voice as she pulled me so close my ears were sandwiched between her breasts, “Yeah, Mark, it’s been so long since I’ve seen you!”  I could feel my legs being firmly compressed between their bellies.  In order for Emily to get close enough to grab me, she had to squish her belly right up against Jessie’s.


    Jessie pulled me back into her embrace, “Well, I missed him more!”  “No I missed him more!” “I missed him more!” Both girls continued to argue while they aggressively pulled me back and forth.  “Girls! GIRLS!”  I exclaimed, scared that I could get crushed if they weren’t careful.  “Oops, sorry Mark...” Jessie said, putting me down.

 After I took a moment to collect myself, I had to take another moment to admire the clothes the girls were wearing.  Both were wearing dresses, both of which were way too tight.  Their boobs were practically exploding out of their cleavage line, voluptuous breast fat spilling over the edges.  I’m sure they were still fat when they got these clothes, but they’ve definitely gotten much fatter since then.


    “Hey, Mark, I like your tux!” Emily complimented me, a fat smile on her plump face.  “Thanks!  I like your dress!”  I complimented her back.  “[GASP!] Thank you!”  She replied, flattered.  “What about my dress, Mark?” Jessie asked, jealous that Emily was getting more attention than her.  “Looking gorgeous, Jess!” I exclaimed.  A noticeable red tint on her face, she replied “Thank you!  Em and I haven’t worn them in a few months, so they’ve gotten a little tight.  Hopefully though, after some dancing, we should be able to wear them back in!”


    Just after she said that, the club's buffet was restocked.  Jessie and Emily rushes over there, and I followed behind them, doing my best not to stare at their gigantic asses swaying around.  They constantly bumped into people around them as they tried to get through.  Most of said people appeared to be staring at the massive, massive women before them.  Both girls basked in the attention they were given and flipped their hair provocatively.


    Once they reached the buffet, they found themselves in a predicament.  Since both girls’ bellies jutted so far in front of them, they actually weren’t able to reach the food on the table.  But since neither girl was aware of their gargantuan size, they both continued to stretch out their arms, very confused as to why they couldn’t reach the food.  Occasionally, they’d let out a high-pitched grunt or frustrated sigh.  I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t cute.

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    Just as I was about to help them out, they finally stumbled across a solution.  They picked up their bellies, walked forward, and dropped them on the table.  Oh shit, did they figure it out?  Do they now know how fat they are?  Surely, after picking up their bellies like that, they must’ve realized what was going on?  How am I gonna explain this to them?  They must be upset I didn’t tell them sooner!  Okay, just relax, maybe they didn’t notice.  I’ll just ask them a few questions, see how they respond.


    I walked up to Jessie, who appeared to have already started on the chicken wings.  “Hey Jess!”  I said, casually.  “Hey Mark!” she said, a high-pitched giddiness in her voice.  “So, psssh, what’s the deal with these tables, right?”  She shook her head, “I don’t know.  People make things so weird, nowadays.  Like those small ass bathroom stalls?”  "I know, right?!," Emily agreed, “Or those small little doorways?”  “Or Mark’s tiny clown car!” Jessie added, smiling.  “And don’t even get me started on air pods!”  Emily added, grabbing a slice of pie.  “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”  I responded, still kinda nervous, but a bit more reassured.


    “I‘ll admit Jessie, I don’t know you eat so much yet stay so thin.”  I instantly regretted saying that, but was luckily met with a positive response.  “What can I say? I guess I’m just a miracle of nature!”  She flipped her hair back vainly, her double chin wobbling in the process.  Once again, it was pretty cute.  Emily interjected, “Puh-lease, I eat just as much as you, and never gain so much as a pound. If anything, I’m the miracle of nature here!”


    The girls once again got into a heated discussion, that somehow ended with them trying to see who could eat the most and still have the energy to dance afterwards.  A part of me feels like they just wanted an excuse to eat more food.  They rapidly gobbled up food after food, sometimes even fighting over a specific piece of food they both reached for.


    While I’ll admit it was a bad time, I took one more shot at seeing if Jessie noticed anything.  “So, you sure you haven’t noticed anything different, Jessie?”  She cocked an eyebrow, still rapidly gorging herself.  “Nothing about yourself?  Nothing...bigger?”  Just then, she looked down at herself.  Why do I say these things?  I’m such an idiot!!


    She looked back up at me, a big grin on her face.  “You know Mark, I think you’re right.  In fact, [NOM] I’d shay two thingsh about me have grown.”  She then leaned over.  My entire field of view was then blocked by her humongous breasts.  “Wouldn’t you agree?” she asked, her mouth full.  I gulped nervously, “m...mm-hmm”.  She leaned back up, a slice of cheesecake in her hand.  “I guess that’s why you’ve had your eyes glued to me all night, huh?” she asked.  “What?!  I-noo, what?” I stuttered nervously.  "I’ll tell you what, [NOM] when Emily and I are done eating [GULP] [CRUNCH] You can be my dance partner.  Alright?”  I nodded.  “Now, I know you’re not as [NOM] thin and quick on your feet [GULP] as me, but just [MMM] try to keep up, m-kay?”


    At some point, both girls had nearly cleaned the buffet table.  They couldn’t quite reach the foods farther back, so they ended up pushing themselves forward until the food was in reach.  In the process, their bellies pushed several bits of food off the table and onto the ground.  By this point, nobody was at the buffet table anymore, if anything they were actively avoiding it.  It was just me and the girls, and I wasn't eating.  “Hey Mark, [NOM] could you pleashe pick up that food that fell?” Emily asked.  “Sure thing, Ems!”  I picked up the food from the floor and placed it right next to both girls’ bellies.  “Thanks Mark!  You’re the best!”  Jessie responded.  I blushed.


    Before long, the girls had eaten everything at the buffet table.  While I doubt the employees will ever let these ladies pay for an all you can eat buffet again, the girls both seemed pleased.  They each had their hands on their bellies.  The front of Emily's dress ripped open, revealing a very fat mound of belly fat.  "Ugh! Cheap thing, I guess I'm gonna have to go dress shopping again soon."


    Just then, Jessie grabbed me by the hand.  “Dance time!”  She exclaimed.  Both girls got up, went to the dance floor, and started dancing.  I’m actually surprised how energetic they were despite having eaten so much.  While at first, both girls seemed to be competitive about their dancing, at some point, they just let loose and had fun.


    “Hey, Mark.”  Jessie spoke, a bit of sincerity in her tone.  “Yeah, Jess?”  “W-we’re not dating yet, right?”  I blushed.  Oh god, I didn’t know how to respond to this.  “Er-I mean, do you want-er, um...”  “We’re not, right?”  “I-um-uh...no??”  I said, unsure of myself.  “Good,” she said, relieved, “with that out of the way..."


    She started sliding down, her finger on my torso.  She unzipped my pants, lowered her head, and...look, I should mention, the only light there was by disco, and based off my surroundings, either no one really noticed, or no one really cared.  Right after she finished, she slid back up, and I noticed her dress had ripped in the front just like Emily's.  I guess it must've happened in the heat of things, and I just couldn't hear it.


    Either way, from that night on, the girls and I agreed to meet on a regular basis.  Most of the time, I’d have some form of sex with one of them, and the other would be completely unaware.  I was basically having the time of my life.  Not just because the sex was amazing (although, I’ll admit, it was), but also because for once, I wasn't alone anymore.  Even though both girls are kinda vain and argue a lot, they’re also very sweet and fun to talk to.  They’ve definitely changed since college, not just physically, but on the inside as well.  While I was no saint either, Jessie used to be a stuck up brat, and Emily was nothing but a spoiled rich kid.  But now, well, I mean, they’re still kinda self centered, but they’re still really kind and caring.


    6 months later...

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    Jessie had me pinned against the wall.  We were both in our underwear.  Her hips were pressed firmly against mine, she felt so soft and warm.  I wrapped my arms around her, albeit only partially.  It's weird, when we first met, I remember I was able to wrap my arms all the way around her, but I guess not anymore.  Then again, I also remember her having curly hair, I guess some things just change.  She leaned into me, and just before we kissed,


    "Girls!  I'm back!"  Mark exclaimed.  "Fuck!," I whispered, "Mark's back!"  "Quick, Emily, go get my jeans!" Jessie told me, backing away from the wall.  I rushed over to the nightstand and tossed her her pants.  "Girls?" Mark said, I presume looking around for us.  "You made sure to lock the door, right?" Jessie asked.  "Um, I, er..."  Pulling my pants up, I rushed to the door.

Mark's perspective:

    I opened the door to my bedroom, only to have it bounce off a great wall of fat and slam back in my face.  "Ack!"  "Mark!  Are you okay?!" Emily asked, concern in her voice.  "I'm fine" I said, opening my door, this time more slowly.  It turned out the wall of fat in question was Emily's colossal belly.  "Um...girls, why aren't you wearing shirts?"  "Um...because...I-um..." Jessie started.  "Because it's just so damn hot in here!" Emily spoke, fanning herself off.  As she did so, her belly started wiggling around.  She was still up against the door, so I took a step back lest I be hit in the face once again. 


    "Anyways," I continued "I just wanted to tell you that I brought food".  Both ladies immediately tuned to face me.  As Jessie did so, her massive butt pushed my bedside lamp to the ground, breaking it.  "What'd you bring?!" Emily asked, an adorable eagerness in her voice.  I quickly forgot about the broken lamp, "I brought you tacos!  I know you girls get pretty hungry, so I bought you twelve each!"  That wasn't a joke, they really do eat that much.


    Both girls' jaws dropped, a wide smile on their faces.  Jessie ran up to me, after which both girls picked me up and pulled me into a hug.  "Thank you thank you thank you thank you!" they excitedly exclaimed, jumping up and down in the process, no doubt making noise for the apartment below.  I was tightly compressed between the bellies of the two fattest yet cutest women I know, and I couldn't be happier.  "So, where are the tacos?" Jessie asked, setting me down, her stomach growling angrily.  "In the kitchen."  With that, both girls headed for the door.  Now's probably the best time to mention this:


    Over the past 6 months, Jessie and Emily have put on a lot of weight.  I mean, A LOT of weight.  I mean, it doesn't compare to the weight they put on in the 3 years after college, but it was still a lot.  I remember when I first saw Jessie again, she was bigger than any other human I've seen to date, and Emily was practically exactly the same size when I saw her.  Well, you can imagine my surprise seeing both girls even bigger than that.  Especially since I can still vividly remember them once being size 0 twigs in college.


    I say this now because they used to be able to fit through my bedroom door, if they turned sideways.  But after 6 months of gorging and snacking constantly, that's no longer the case.  Both me and Emily worked together to squeeze Jessie through the door.  After that, Jessie and I worked to pull Emily through the same door.  I was exhausted by the end of it all, but at this point, I'd do anything for these girls.  "Thanks Mark!" they both said, before running to the kitchen and grabbing their tacos.  While they were busy, I pulled out a vacuum and cleaned the broken lamp Jessie knocked over.  When I finished, I rejoined the girls.  Emily was sat on the couch, while Jessie was sitting on the floor, her head leaning on Emily's belly.


    "Mark!," Emily exclaimed, "come sit next to me!"  Now, like I said before, both girls have put on a shit ton of weight.  It used to be that one girl could sit on the couch, and I could just barely squeeze in right next to her.  At the moment, though, Emily's belly fat spilled over both of the couch's armrests, so I couldn't sit next to her even if I tried.  "Um...I...don't think there's enough space..." I said nervously.  "Ugh!  I keep telling you, you need a bigger couch!"  Emily said, rolling her eyes.  "It's okay, Mark.  You can sit next to me!"  Jessie said, patting the spot next to her.  I gladly took a seat next to my extremely fat ex-girlfriend, and leaned my head on her big, squishy belly.  Since Jessie's butt props herself up so high when sitting, and since she's so tall to begin with, my head only reached up to her belly.  I was basically half her height when sitting, not that I minded of course.


    "Jessie, let's switch places."  Emily said.  "Hey, not two minutes ago, you insisted on sitting on the couch." Jessie replied.  "Well I changed my mind.  I wanna sit next to Mark."  "Too bad!  You can have him next time, this time he's mine."  Jessie spoke, picking me up and pulling me in close to her fat, fat body.  My head was pressed firmly against her luscious breasts, and need I remind you she wasn't wearing a shirt.  She was wearing a bra, but most of her fat breasts were still exposed.


    We all watched TV while the girls mindlessly chowed down on their tacos.  I actually couldn't really see the screen, as Jessie's boob was blocking my entire left field of view, but I didn't mind one bit.  At some point, she did put me back down, mostly so she could eat her tacos with both hands.  After eating about 6 or so tacos, she leaned into me and whispered in my ear "psst!  Mark!  Emily's distracted.  You wanna take this to the bedroom?"  She slid her finger down my chest provocatively.

Jessie's Perspective:

     Mark and I quickly dashed to his room.  I was holding two bags of tacos in one hand, and Mark's hand in the other.  Emily pretended to be too focused on her food to notice us.  I turned around and gave her a small wink.  She silently mouthed to me.  When we got to the bedroom door, Mark had to help me fit through his tiny door.  Seriously, I was turned sideways, and sucking in my already skinny stomach, yet I still couldn't fit!  Whoever designs doors this way needs to be fired!  Eventually, I got in, and Mark soon followed suit, for some reason not having nearly as much difficulty.

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Mark's Perspective:


    Once we got in my room, I immediately shut the door.  I took off my shirt, and Jessie tried to take off her pants.  "Ugh!  Mark, could you please help me with this button?"  Jessie asked, frustration in her voice.  We both worked together to try to undo the button on her tight jeans.  Once we got it undone, her belly immediately exploded out from its confines, resulting in me once again getting hit in the face.  This time, I was knocked to the ground.  "Mark, are you alright?"  Jessie asked concerned, holding out an arm to help me up.  "Uhhh...I'm fine," I responded, a little short of breath, "you definitely need to get some new jeans though."  "Right?  It's that stupid washing machine!  Everything keeps shrinking!" Jessie complained.  I chuckled as I stood back to my feet.


    A short silence ensued.  Not an awkward one, more so an in-the-moment one.  "Say, Mark," Jessie spoke softly, "Is it just me, or have you been working out?"  Jessie asked, looking down at my stomach.  I blushed, "I actually have...why do you ask?"  "...it feels just like it did in college."  she whispered, her hand on my abs.  I looked up at her adorably plump face.  Her double chin was practically swallowing up her neck while she looked down.  A strand of hair fell in her face as she tilted her gaze to my face.  Just then, she picked me up and we started passionately making out.  It was then that I had to do a double take on just how fat she really was.  My body was laying flat atop her boobs, with my knees just barely touching her belly.  My god, she is huge!


    At some point, we both got on the bed.  As always, I laid face down atop her belly.  Even though it was meant for two people, Jessie basically filled the entire bed all on her own.  We were still only making out, but she was slowly guiding my hands over to second base.  Her hair was sprawled out on the bed in an almost elegant fashion, like some sort of ancient goddess.  Except she was much fatter than any ancient goddess ever conceived.  I imagine the people of olden times would struggle to even imagine a woman this fat.  “Let's get those pants off you, honey" Jessie spoke hastily.  She quickly leaned up, presumably to pull off my pants, when all of a sudden-

CRACK!!!

    My mattress fell to the ground, and with it the two people laying on it.  "What was that?!"  Jessie asked, her hand in her hair and her body still jiggling around from the impact.  I climbed down from my ex-girlfriend’s humongous belly, and after further inspection, I found that the bed frame had collapsed.  It was split in half from the middle, and the legs had snapped to pieces.  I couldn’t believe it, Jessie had actually become so fat that she broke my bed.  I suppose it was only a matter of time, I should be surprised it even held out this long.  It probably should've busted the first night we spent together.  

    I explained to Jessie what happened to the bed.  "Ugh, Mark, why is all your furniture such shit?" Jessie said, half jokingly.  "Well, I guess I'll just have to sleep on the couch for the next few nights." I spoke.  Just then, Jessie stood to her feet, which caused a very loud thud from the floor and a great jiggling shockwave from her belly fat.  “Hey Mark, do you remember where you put my tacos?” Jessie asked, smiling down at me.  “It’s...erm...on my desk.”  “Thanks, cutie!”  She said sweetly, her footsteps booming as she walked to my desk.


    She grabbed the bag, then slowly waddled up to me.  “So Mark,” she spoke softly, sliding a finger down my chest, “even though the frame’s busted, your mattress is still intact,” she slowly pushed me against the wall with her colossal gut, “What do you say we pick up right where we left off?”  “Um, I mean, shouldn’t we at least pick up some of the pieces first?”  I asked, trying my best to not be muffled by her fat belly.  “There’s no time,” she pressed her hands against the wall, smothering me even further, “I want you now, Mark!”  “Um, could we at least grab a condom?” I asked, face turned to the side so I could speak.  “Of course.”  she said, backing up so I could move.


    As I weakly walked to the dresser to grab a condom, I couldn’t help but do a double take at Jessie.  Her feet were right against the mattress, yet her belly was just barely far enough from the wall for me to have scooted out of the way.  Granted, that doesn’t mean anything unless you know the size and shape of my room, but for me at least, it’s pretty shocking.  

    I thought before that I was attracted to Jessie regardless of her weight.  Or that I was only more attracted to her now because she was sweeter and more considerate.  But considering how I was never this hard when we dated in college, despite being practically drained from having sex every day this week, I think it’s time I admitted to myself, I’m actually much more sexually attracted to Jessie now that she’s fat.


    We soon got on the bed and what followed was possibly the best sex I've had in my life.  The whole time, thoughts continued to replay in my head of Jessie destroying the bed with her weight alone.  And throughout most of the time, Jessie was continually gobbling away at taco after taco, trying to feed her insatiable appetite.  With how quickly she's plumping up, I was scared (and yet extremely aroused) of the fact that any new bed frame I buy could quite possibly be instantly destroyed by this massive woman.  Or, just as well, by her equally massive friend.


    After the amazing sex, and after Jessie finished all her tacos, we went back to the living room.  It was about just as difficult getting Jessie out of my room as was getting her in.  Emily had finished all her tacos as well, and was sitting on my couch watching TV.  "Hey guys!  What was that loud crack I heard?"  Emily asked, hands resting on her humongous gut.  "Mark's bed broke."  Jessie replied.  "Oof, what happened?"  "Honestly, it just got old.  Mark, you need to start buying furniture that's built to last."  Jessie said, fake condescension in her tone.  "I will, I will.  Until then, though, I'll just have to sleep on the couch."  I said.


    Just then, my couch collapsed.  All 4 legs snapped and Emily’s gargantuan body fell to the ground.   After a quick exclamation of surprise, the raven-haired beauty turned to me, “Um...about that...”  “It’s okay, Mark, you can just stay the next few nights with us,” Jessie suggested, "y'know, at least until you get a new bed."  “Actually, why don’t you just forget the furniture and move in with us?” asked the huge woman sitting on my busted couch.  “W-wait, what, really?”  I asked.  “Hey yeah, why not?  We already spend so much time together already!"  "Yeah, Mark, what do you say?" Emily asked, shaking the ground as she got to her feet and waddled up to me.  Both girls were now in very close proximity to me, so I slowly walked sideways to avoid the possibility of being squashed between their guts.


    "Um, I mean, I guess so," I said nervously, "You guys only have 2 bedrooms.  Would I be sleeping on the couch?"  "That's an option," Emily said, "or you could sleep in my bed.  There's more than enough room for 2 people."  "How come he gets to sleep in your bed?  Why can't he sleep in my bed?"  Jessie asked, anger in her tone.  Both girls got into a heated discussion.  I'm glad I got out of the way when I did, because both girls were now standing bellies pressed together, so that they could get in each others faces.  Keep in mind, they still weren't wearing shirts.


    One argument later, they both agreed I would sit on the couch, before both turning to me and giving a wink.  "Well, okay then, I guess I'm moving in with you two." I said.  They smiled at me. 

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---------------------------CHAPTER 9---------------------------

 

    After I packed a suitcase and several belongings, the girls drove me to their apartment so I could get used to my new home.  I knew it would take a few days to fully move in, so Jessie and Emily kindly agreed to help me with packing.

 

    This is actually the first time I’ve seen the girls’ apartment, and I was quite surprised by what I saw.  "Wow, how do you guys afford a place like this?" I asked as I stepped foot into their luxury sized flat.  "My parents pay our rent, silly."  Emily replied, tousling my hair.  "Yeah, Emily's parents are filthy rich!  They're the ones who helped us buy the bakery, remember?"  The girls got into the apartment with relative ease.  I imagine they must've gotten their doors refitted at least once, as no other apartments in the hallway had doors this large.

 

  "Someday, though, that bakery will go big, and we won't need my parents help anymore, right Jessie?"  Emily said cheerily, her belly wobbling and her hair swaying as she turned to face her friend.  Both girls giggled an adorable giggle as they set some of my stuff down.  I didn't doubt what Emily said.  These girls really are talented in the kitchen, I'm surprised they don't get more traffic in their bakery.  Though, I imagine their weight must scare off quite a few customers.

 

     "Speaking of baking, though," Emily said rubbing her large gut, "we should really get to work on dinner.  I'm starving!"  "You're right!  I’m thinking pasta, tonight!" Jessie said excitedly.  "But you girls literally just had tacos." I said with a light chuckle.  "Well yeah, but helping you move out really worked up an appetite!"  Jessie replied, her belly grumbling in agreement.  We had only carried in one load so far, but I didn't say anything, lest I sound ungrateful.

 

            The girls got to work on the homemade pasta.  “Do you two want any help?” I offered.  “Not really, but feel free to watch if you want!”  Emily said, a plump smile on her face.  I did just that.  And it was actually pretty interesting, I’ve never seen anyone make homemade pasta.  And these girls were quite good at it, despite their heavy frames making it difficult for them to navigate around the kitchen.  The brunette who crushed my bed was in charge of making the sauce, while the raven head who demolished my couch was tasked with making the dough.

 

Most of my attention was on the latter.  After mixing together the ingredients, the dough would quickly become thick and tough to stir, so I would see Emily aggressively trying to mix it all together, the rapid and forceful arm movements causing her boobs to bounce around in a tantalizing manner.  She often had to step back to take a breather (keep in mind, they were making a lot of pasta, so they needed a lot of dough).  Each time she went back to continue stirring, she had to push her huge belly to the side so she could reach the counter.  The first time around, I stood too close to her and got smacked by her immense gut.  As much as I enjoy their company, I have to be careful around these girls.  With bodies so colossal, they could probably be classified as lethal weapons.  After producing several things of dough, Emily set out some flour and started kneading.  I’d have offered to help, but her gigantic belly prevented me from reaching any of the balls of dough, so I just left her to it.  Once again, her arm motions caused her boobs to jiggle around like crazy.

 

I had sex less than an hour ago, and I was already getting hard again.  Emily seemed to notice my excitement, however.  “Hey, Jessie, I’m getting pretty exhausted.  You mind if I take a break and sit on the couch?”  she asked.  “No worries, Em!  I was almost done with the sauce anyway!  Mark, you wanna help me with the dough?” Jessie asked.  “Actually, I think Mark would like to come sit with me on the couch.”  Emily answered for me, grabbing my hand.  Before they could start arguing, I interjected, “Actually, yeah, I think I want to just sit down for a bit.”  I didn’t have a strong preference either way, but as I said, these girls are like lethal weapons, and standing too close to Jessie while she does something like kneading dough is probably a disaster waiting to happen.

 

Emily and I went to the couch.  I, for some reason, decided to sit between her and the arm rest.  Which put me at risk of getting crushed by her immense weight, but it was too late to change my mind without being socially awkward.  As I sat down, I realized just how big this couch was.  It was wide enough it could easily fit all 3 of us, and was tall enough that I couldn’t see behind it without standing up.  I couldn’t say the same for the tall woman sitting next to me, though.  Speaking of whom, after quickly making sure Jessie wasn’t looking, she placed her right arm around me, the arm fat acting like a pillow for my head.  She then placed her left hand on my crotch, having to angle herself towards me so she could reach around her massive belly and breasts.  Due to this angle, the unbelievable weight of her belly now rested on my knees, and while these girls seem to have no problem carrying around such a ridiculous amount of weight, I do not possess such superhuman strength.  As a result, this really fucking hurt.  But with a hard on like this, I wasn’t gonna stop now.

 

Emily then scooted away from me, leaned in, and placed her lips on mine.  I should mention, kissing Emily was a lot different than kissing Jessie.  Jessie’s kisses were a lot more energetic and involved a lot of physical contact.  Meanwhile, Emily’s kisses tended to be slower, calmer, and had a touch of focused-on-the-moment romance to them.  When she pulled away, she had a calm, dazed look in her eyes.  I was temporarily distracted from how much my knees were killing me from having to support even a fraction of her belly.  This is probably the only girl I’ve ever been able to have moments like this with, where I can just get lost in her eyes, and her in mine, and we don’t even have to say anything, the scene just speaks for itself.  That’s probably the biggest difference between her and Jessie, come to think of it.  Jessie was never one to open up emotionally.  Even though Jessie’s become much sweeter and more kind over the years, I’ve still never been able to have an emotional moment with her.  Not one like this, at least.

 

            Emily pushed a strand of soft hair behind her ear, and we slowly pulled out of the moment.  She placed my hands on her breasts, which despite now having a shirt over them again, were still incredibly soft.  I could even feel from through the fabric where the bra ended and the flesh began.  I slid one hand downward and started rubbing her huge belly.  Despite my slow, gentle motions, her tummy still seemed to wobble around almost uncontrollably.  She let out a cute giggle, which made her body jiggle even further.  “What are you doing?” she whispered, smiling down at me.  “O-oh, s-sorry…I’ll-“  “I didn’t say stop!” she interrupted, still whispering.  Despite her complete obliviousness to its titanic size, she seemed to enjoy me rubbing her belly just as much as I did.

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Okay, well, apparently, I can't edit chapters of the story after a certain amount of time, so I'll just put my edit summary right here.  Because that's the best I can do, I guess
 

On all other sites where I posted this story, I changed the time skip from 6 months to 1 month.  I just felt like it made more thematic sense to have this all happen over a shorter time frame, especially considering what I had planned for future chapters.

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CHAPTER 9.5

        Emily and I continued this for a bit, but were soon interrupted by the sound of great booming footsteps approaching the couch.  We quickly got into more casual positions before my extra large ex-girlfriend took a seat on the opposite side of the black haired behemoth who was fondling my crotch.  “The pasta’s in the oven.  I brought snacks for while we wait!”  Jessie said cheerily, arms full of snacks.  As if by the flip of a switch, Emily's attention was completely diverted and she dug into the snacks her friend brought over.  Jessie soon followed suit, and they were off, first consuming a family sized bag of chips, then chowing down on a pack of Oreos, and I honestly don’t remember the rest of what they ate, but it was a lot.  It was nothing, though, compared to the huge thing of pasta that came out of the oven an hour later.

        I mean, even a regular sized thing of pasta is usually intended for a family.  Even then, there are usually leftovers.  But not for these girls.  They prepared multiple pasta dishes, and sure enough (save for a normal sized serving saved for me) these girls ate all of it.  It was…well, extremely sexy, if I’m being honest.  Both girls got tuckered out pretty quickly after that, both going to their room soon afterwards and wishing me a goodnight.  I sat on the couch for a few minutes, before I was beckoned over by Emily.

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