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That was too much for her. She forced her way out of it. Jasmine barely perceived the heartfelt departure of her party companion, but there was no way to make her abandon the field in the middle of the game, with her trophy so near.

She raised her own arms, overwhelming poles of fatness, onto the strong-handed Romeo's shoulders. The eyes of the man smiled to Jasmine, and, mechanically, they fell down a few inches. The object of his desire was there, partially concealed by the black dress. She had the biggest cleavage view to offer him, bigger than any other balcony that any Juliet could have ever possessed.

"Hi," said the man.

"Hi, big boy," was Jasmine's reply.

Outside the dance floor Ra'shelle was going frantic. She was feeling extreme disgust about the entire situation. If you ask me, something strange was going on in the girl's head. Oh, yes. I'm still here... The storyteller should pass unnoticed, I know, but my ego sometimes is bigger than I can imagine. And I can imagine a lot, fellow readers!

Coming back to our lovely and baffled Ra'shelle, she was trying to locate her "mountain-of-ugly-lard" best friend - to quote her thoughts - far within the dancers pile up. Unable to do it, she turned in the opposite direction, only to find a huge table containing incredible amounts of salty canapés, gourmet cheeses and lots of other delightful items. A big hanging banner explained it all: "Goodies Night at the D. D."

"Dammit! Just what I needed to find!" Ra'shelle complained in anxiety. More people were entering the Double Darling - people of all sizes, but mostly heavyweights. The goodies table was constantly under attack, but the food seemed to resist. "Come to me, you blundering fat humans! Choke on me!" Of course, food wasn't really talking, but Ra'shelle's brain was about to reach its limits. People kept filling the room while others satiated their hunger in the table. Too much...

Suddenly, the unthinkable occurred. Ra'shelle ran to the table and started filling her mouth ravenously. Even the biggest feasters stopped eating for a second in order to watch this waif ingesting free food items like it was the end of the world. Her eating pace didn't slowed down, and, ten minutes later, there was Ra'shelle, still stuffing herself, oblivious of the rest of humanity. A small but noticeable paunch was pushing her sleeveless blouse up, finding its way to freedom.



"Please, don't be so stingy with your..." It was a soft voice, masculine but concerned. Ra'shelle's eyes fixed on this guy. He was thin and athletic. "Someone's in the wrong place," she thought.

(Chapter SIX will continue next Monday ...)

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By Jay Tee (and the little big help from Wilson Barbers, style corrector of the piece)


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Status: ONGOING.
Pages: (?)
Year: 2004/2021
Artist Age: 31/48