Alpha Story: Buried in Blubber (Patreon)

Author's Note: The following is an Alpha Story! It's not been through the beta-reading stages, as I'm considering adding some more fun shenanigans onto it. Turning these short few scenes into a day at the beach fair, with some fun with a Tarot Reading and Nora performing duties as the fabled Corn Dog Colossus.

Let me know if you folks would be interested in that down in the comments below!

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Ashley eyed Nora in the way that someone that had been stranded on a deserted island might watch a passing whale breaching the surface of the waves. Weighty kicks that were heavier than they were powerful broke the surface, churning the waves of the sea. 

“Heeeelp!” Nora complained, her cankles slamming into the passing waves. “My hair’s gonna get all wet!”

Ashley should have splashed her. After all, the whole point of going swimming in the ocean was to get wet. But her mind was too focused on how Nora’s shadow seemed so much bigger beneath the waves, and how her pathetic doggy paddle made her dinosaur arms look absolutely massive.

Nora was bigger than big. She’d passed into super-sized a few hundred pounds ago, her former championship body now buried under hard-won flab and ghostly stretchmarks. A long strip of red was the only color in her dark black hair, which was almost as fluffy and fat as the girl who wore it.

It used to be short.

Nora used to be thin.

What the hell happened at Fulsome Academy?

And why the fuck was Ashley so attracted to her?!

The young hairstylist watched Nora from her perch on the floating trampoline, her long purple-blue hair circling around her like a dangerously colored owl that was about to pounce on a particularly juicy fish. The trampoline was for public use, a large black device made for beachgoers to play on.

It was relatively quiet seaside, despite the long festival weekend. Most people, no doubt, had decided to sweat the hot day out in front of their air conditioning.

There had been a bit of struggling after they’d discovered Nora’s old bikini wouldn’t fit, and Ashley had almost swooned when the tubby kickboxer had waddled out of the dressing room in a new double-plus-sized swimsuit. Only barely managing to keep her tongue in her mouth, the roommates loaded up and made for the beach. From there, it had taken a little convincing for Ashley to get the whale in the water, but now she couldn’t look away. 

Despite the light water and easy waves, it was more than obvious that Nora was struggling. Ashley wondered what she felt like in the water. Did she feel lighter? If Ashley tried lifting her, would she be able to? She might end up suffocated.

God, she hoped so.

Nora’s large eyes blinked rapidly, a soft hand brushing over her nose before she looked up at Ashley. “Help me up!” she demanded, reaching for the large raft.

Ashely finally found her voice, pealing away from Nora’s overblown ass when it sunk beneath the surface. “Are you kidding?” she asked as Nora’s piggy finger wrapped around the large black handles of the rope ladder. “You can’t come up, there’s not enough room.”

“It’s huge!” Nora complained, her lips pulling down in a pout.

Ashley lifted up onto her knees, crossing her arms beneath her medium-sized chest. “You’re huge!”

Nora’s eyes tightened into a scowl. “Whatever!” Ashely saw the ladder go taunt as Nora’s feet pulled it downward. “I’m coming up!”

The moment she rested all of her weight, Ashley could feel the center of gravity being completely displaced. She fell forwards as the raft trembled, Nora pulling the ladder out and marching hundreds of pounds up the tiny ropes.

Most of her was out of the water before Ashley could struggle back towards the center, trying in vain to right the mass. “Nora! You’re too heavy!” Ashley called as Nora’s fluffy black hair came into view.

“I’m fine!” Nora grunted, hands grasping for the higher handhold.

“The raft’s not!!” Ashley called back as her friend’s beat-red face struggled up, followed by her modest chest and immodest tummy. Ashley could feel the backside lifting up and tried to get out a warning just as Nora’s hips wobbled into view. “Nora, you’re gonna ti-”

Her warning became a scream as she slid down towards Nora, catching her porky crush between her flailing legs and knocking both of them into the water with a terrific splash. She felt Nora’s arms clamp down on her legs, tightening around Ashley’s knees and preventing her from pulling free.

Softness, sheer softness that felt like a water-logged pillow, and she felt every pound in Nora’s fatty frame as her legs slipped down her bell-shaped curves before finally untangling and each girl came free.

Nora breached the surface with powerful kicks, taking in a huge breath of air and sending another wave into Ashley’s face as she too came up, giving her a mouthful of seawater. Ashley started sputtering, trying to wipe at her eyes, and hearing from what seemed like far away. “You got my hair wet!” before another thunderous splash lifted into her face and sent her back beneath the waves.

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“Darn sun,” Nora said for the third time as the pair returned to the beach. “I can feel it burning into my skin.”

“You really think you need more sunscreen?” Ashley asked. “This is like your third coat.”

Nora, with hips wider than her beach towel, plopped down with a solid, “Bwah. Yes. I gotta keep my skin pale.”

“Why?” Ashley asked. “Isn’t the in thing being tan?”

Nora laughed, squirting a large glob into her hand. “Maybe like twenty years ago. I’ve got a lot of skin,” she began rubbing the cream into her thighs. “I’m not getting skin cancer. No, thank you.”

Ashley swallowed. “Do you need any help?”

Nora looked up, narrowing her large eyes. “Are you gonna sit on me again?”

“You tilted the raft!” Ashley returned the look.

Nora’s hand, unthinkingly, went to her belly, rubbing the spot where Ashley’s body had latched on mildly. “Hurt my tummy,” she said it almost unconsciously, her dark hair already resuming its fluffy shape from the hot sun. “You could have moved! Or held the other side down!”

“I was trying to! You’re, like, twice my size!”

Nora huffed, having noticed the white cream she’d rubbed over her swimsuit and now trying to wipe it off, with the same hand of course.

Ashley sighed, taking her towel and sitting next to Nora on the sand. “Here, let me,” she reached for Nora’s tum and began rubbing it. Nora leaned back, sticking her stomach out even further. Like a great, round hill, her belly lifted her bottoms up as far as they’d reach, exposing most of Nora’s fatty thighs and heavy hips.

Ashley’s mouth felt dry as she rubbed her towel over Nora’s fluff, feeling all the weight that was just beneath her touch. Even through the beach towel, Nora felt soft, her malleable tummy pushing up through Ashley’s fingers and eliciting a low, husky giggle from Nora.

“My roommate, Panda?” Nora leaned back on her elbows, her eyes far away. “She actually gives really, really nice massages.”

“I think you mentioned her…” Ashley said, looking up towards the white mounds of Nora’s chest as the girl took an easy breath.

“She helps me manage my streams. She’s super sweet, but her fingers are like…” 

A wiggle went through all of Nora’s body as she let out a deep breath, sending jiggles over every pound. Her hips were creating a divot in the sand as her weight settled, pushing her further and further backward until she was laying down, like a lazy, puffy doughball. Ashley noticed, knew she’d seen, but instead of just watching and enjoying her roommate, something was rolling around inside of Ashley’s stomach.

A feeling of heat was puffing from the inside of her belly, the small pleasures losing themselves as a sensation crawled down her back and she felt a little heat inside of her sea-green eyes.

“What’s she… like?” Ashley asked.

“Hmm?” Nora blinked up towards the sun. “Oh. She’s great. Horrible at cooking-”

Ashley snorted. Of course Nora’s first thoughts are about food.

“-but she’s got, like, magic, in her fingers. She talks a lot about medicine, and, those…” she snapped her fingers, a generous wave quivering the chub in her arms. “The, uhhh, rock things. Minerals. SALTS!” she shouted, then smiled, proud of herself for remembering. “Yeah. Those are super nice, and she gives them to me for baths all the time. Uggh, I need to ask her about moisturizer again.”

Ashley bobbed back and forth, feeling excited. “I can help you with that. We do all sorts of beauty stuff at the saloon.”

“No thanks,” Nora said idly, and Ashley felt the wind drop from her sails. “Nobody knows it like Panda does. She says it’s like medicine, and your soul’s, like, a garden.”

The hairstylist’s frowned. “That sounds stupid.”

Nora laughed. “If it was stupid, she wouldn’t be at Fulsome.”

Ashley’s grip tightened, pushing into Nora’s gut. “Well, maybe Fulsome sounds stupid. Can’t be so smart if you’re going there…”

She regretted it to moment she’d said it, but as Nora sat up, her stomach folding over Ashley’s hands and pinning it between two fatty rolls, she twisted to meet Nora’s glare.

“I got in for my kickboxing,” Nora reminded gruffly.

“And how’s that going?” Ashley asked.

“It’s perfect.”

“It doesn’t look perfect,” Ashley said back, her voice slow. “It looks like you can hardly walk without getting out of breath.”

Nora took Ashley’s wrist, pulling her out from the folds in her tummy. “My routine is just fine.”

“What routine?” Ashley asked, lifting a finger and poking the puffball. “I’ve not seen you work out once since you got back. All you’ve done is play games and do streams.”

Ashley saw something in Nora’s eyes, a familiar fire of tomboy-ish challenge that had been smothered beneath soft living and Nora’s absolute weight. Her large eyes slowly shifted to Ashley’s hand, still poking into her chest. “Take your finger off of me,” she said softly.

“Or what?” Ashley asked. “Are you gonna sit on-”

It wasn’t necessarily a flash, but Ashley had the reflexes of a turtle under anesthesia. One second she was looming over Nora, the next her wrist was caught by Nora’s hand, and she was pulled down to the sand before a great weight slammed down on her back.

Her mind panicked, a primordial fear of being crushed, before she even understood what was happening. Nora was sitting on the small of her back, all of her weight crushing the air out of Ashley’s lungs. 

She lifted her hand, only to feel it snatched away before it was pressed beneath a knee the size of her waist. “Agh!” she tried to breath, the sand going up to her chin. “Nora!”

“Do you remember,” the husky voice of the obese kickboxer said conversationally, “how when other girls made fun of your weird-colored hair, I always got in their face until they left you alone?”

“No-raaah!” Ashley squealed as a hand pressed down on her shoulder blade, the weight so great that it cracked her back several times.

“And how, when girls tried making fun of me, you told them off for being little bit-er… um… no, you know what. Bitches. That what they were.”

The hand reached through Ashley’s colorful hair, finding the base of her neck.

Ashley struggled like a worm beneath a boulder, surrounded on all sides by Nora’s blubber and no longer finding it so attractive when she was underneath.

“You and I never fit in anywhere else,” Nora went on, her fingers slowly moving out over Ashley’s struggling shoulder, while the thumb was firmly placed at the top of her struggling spine. “That’s how we connected. You played Magic, I kickboxed. You wanted to be a hairdresser, I was a tomboy.” Her voice huffed, a deep laugh that made her soft, heavy belly roll over Ashley’s tailbone. “We didn’t even fit in with each other. But, somehow, we learned how to read one another pretty well… There you are.”

Ashley felt herself go rigid as Nora’s thumb pushed inward, her fingers tightening over her shoulder, and then suddenly an outward shudder of pleasure shook out of Ashley’s throat.

The point on her neck where Nora’s thumb pressed felt as if it were suddenly pushing out a pool of cold air, sending all of the heat down into the hollow center of Ashley’s stomach and sealing up the hole. Her chin pressed deep into the sand as Nora’s pudgy mitten pulsed.

Ashley groaned into the sand while Nora’s other hand came to her shoulder. Her eyes unconsciously rolled back in soft pleasure as pain and aches she didn’t realize she was carrying were rubbed out of her body.

“Panda says that negative energy tries to burrow into your spine. It tries to crawl from your head…” Nora’s weight shifted as her hand pressed firmly down Ashley’s spine, trailing all the way down to where she’d felt that hollow feeling. “Down to your belly, and it eats away until you’ve got nothin’ left.”

Ashley senses flexed, she could feel Nora’s weight on her back, on her butt, on her chest, on her stomach. She could swear that she was laying on Nora’s thighs, soft hands brushing softly through her hair, the smell of sunshine, sweat, and a light scent of sugar-packed cookies flooding into her nose while, lower and lower, she felt a heat swirling around between her legs.

She could picture Nora perfectly, her tanned skin and two-piece bikini showing off hard abs and stronger legs. She was flexing, her grin lifted in a shark-like smirk. And before Ashley’s eyes, that picture shifted. The change started in her belly, the marshmallow-white slowly taking over her body before pound after pound spilled onto her frame. Her stomach grew so fat, her body so wide, and with a devilish smile Nora was leaning back, licking her lips as her bikini snapped off and the stretchmarks appeared on her legs, on her tummy, even on her round, flabby arms. 

Her pose changed as she grew, legs forced down and swelling ass forcing her whole body up a few inches, before she playfully slapped her belly, a fat finger sticking into her widening belly button, lifting herself up before dropping her gut between her huge thunder thighs. Her bottoms had snapped clean and Nora sat nude on the beach, teeth skating over her lips before an enormous rumble caused her huge tummy to quiver and her face light up.

“Ice cream!” she shouted, as excited as a teenager and popping up from Ashley’s back, snapping the hairstylist into a writhing, pleasureful bundle that felt like she was about to pop.

Ashley looked up, her vision seeing double as Nora’s long black hair tried desperately to cover the exposed cheeks of her butt while she waddled up the beach toward the boardwalk, and the passing ice cream vendor and his cart up above.