Dinner and a Show Part 2 (Patreon)

Halie was trying very, very hard, not to explode.

She was pinned against the sidewall of the elevator, the heat of a furnace smothering her belly while the heat of the sun burned in her face.

Don’t look at her boobs. Don’t look at her boobs. Don’t look at her boobs.

“S-sorry,” Nat laughed, a bit of color in her sugar-white face. “The elevator’s a bit… small…”

Nat’s fat tummy had Halie trapped. She was wearing more clothes now, clothes that actually seemed like they might fit, but despite being literally smothered by her body, Halie gave no mind to what Nat was wearing. There was just blubber, just weight, fat, fat fat!

She was so round, so heavy, so HOT!!!

Her belly rolled over her thighs, her breasts rolled over her belly, her chin rolled over her breasts, and Halie’s brain must be melting because she seemed to be growing wider and heavier as her joking laugh made her cheeks look full.

“It’s not too small!” called someone from the other side of the globe that was Natalie McDowell. “You’re too damn fat!”

Nat’s grin faded, her bright baby blues rolling before she stuck out her tongue.

Another voice, this one somehow even more irate, “Says the whale shark who’s pinning me to the friggin wall!”

“What?! Shark?! What the hell is that supposed to mean?!”

“We should have gone down in two trips…” Nat groaned, and Halie could feel the breath in her breasts, the sag from her stomach grinding over Halie’s hips.

“We don’t needto do two trips! The Occupancy of this elevator is six people!”

“AND YOU TWO FATASSES COUNT AS TEN!”

The elevator shuddered, the light blinked out, and Halie reflexively clenched around the nearest, softest, thing in her reach.

Natalie McDowell was going to flatten her. Or worse, she was going to feel Halie’s blaring heartbeat through all of her heavenly layers of pudge.

“Hey, hey! Watch your hands, you damn bimbo!”

Halie nearly screamed, releasing the reflexive grabbing of Nat’s overfed tummy before realizing that it wasn’t Nat who’d said it. While the redhead was now blushing as bright as her hair, Nat was actively leaning against her, one of her arms pushing Halie’s shoulders and her wobbling breasts in Halie’s face. “Quit shoving!!” she shouted.

“Aggh, you hit my boob!” Chloe whined. “How do you like it?!”

“Aiee! H-hey, watch it!”

The elevator shuddered again as noises that sounded either like a meat packaging plant, or the set of a porno erupted. Chloe and Sammy pushing into one another, a hammy blonde and a pink whale.

“Gyah! Quit it! You’re gonna make me spill!!” Nat shouted, pushing up to her tiptoes and into the Halie’s blushing face.

Halie reached Cloud Nine as her nose impacted directly between the world’s softest pillows.

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The elevator pinged and Sammy and Chloe thundered out with electric screams. The pudgy girl tumbled backwards and the fatass fell onto her, silencing each girl with a resounding thud and a heavy, “Bwoof!” as they spilled into the apartment lobby.

Nat grunted, a peeved red coloring her cheeks as she thudded back onto her heels now that she was finally allowed some damn friggin space. Those two idiots nearly made her drop her bowl of popcorn!

She thudded out after them, intent on shouting at both, and then saw that both were lying flat on their asses and groaning for breath. Sammy’s shirt was now covered with ice cream and dribbles of coffee, her massive cup smashed against her belly as if an obese marble statue had just been dropped on her, while Chloe’s now-exposed gut was rising and falling and dribbling with sweat. Even just that was enough to tire the fatty out.

“You idiots,” Nat grunted, taking a handful of popcorn. “Gonna break the damn building.”

“S-shut… up… fat…” Chloe wheezed like an overworked boiler, the pink from her hair matching the strain in her face.

Sammy groaned, lifting her ice-cream covered hand. “My coffee,” she whined as if she were going to cry. Instead, she lifted her hand and began licking at the vanilla cream.

Nat shook her head, releasing her own overweight breath. “Ughh, it’s all over your shirt. Do you have a change?”

Sammy was frowning at herself, though how she could see past her over-stuffed breasts was anyone’s guess. “In my car… tennis uniform…”

“I highly doubt that’s about to fit you,” Nat sighed.

“Oooo… is this French vanilla?” Chloe asked, still on her back, before lifting her own hand and lapping at it with her tongue.

Only then did she realize they were missing someone. Halie seemed to be as quiet as a little brown mouse, but she should probably be laughing her ass off. The only thin girl surrounded by… pigs, that were practically rolling in sloppy vanilla ice cream.

She turned around to see Halie had also fallen. The little mouse was sitting against the far wall of the elevator, her pretty brown hair falling over her shoulders. Nat was going to say something when she noticed that her deep brown eyes were the size of dinner plates, and the elevator doors slowly closed.

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The doorman, Tommy, called something after the pack as they went out the door.

“I never understand what that guy’s saying,” Chloe complained. “It’s like he’s constantly mumbling.”

“I think he’s speaking Polish,” Nat supplied, scooping another handful of popcorn.

Sammy groaned. She was not having a good day so far. Despite having drank most of her coffee, enough of the frozen drink had soaked through her shirt. And Chloe wasn’t supposed to be even coming along! Now she’d have to put up with her rumbling and grumbling and bitching and Sammy couldn’t stand how the smartest girl she knew could be so damn stupid.

“It’s Ukrainian,” she grunted. “He told us to have a good time.”

That wasn’t true at all. Tommy had just let Sammy know she looked like a soaked cow, and that she should put on a bra. Which was totally unfair because Sammy no longer ownedany bras, because she couldn’t afford them with all her new clothes! A good bra cost fifty bucks, and sure having a big chest is nice, when you can’t feel this damn jiggling stomach growing by the damn meal!

“Why the heck would he speak Ukrainian?” Chloe asked. “Why the heck do you speak Ukrainian? You know, you’d probably be doing better in micro-bio if you didn’t spend so much of your mind on useless junk.”

“She’s Ukrainian, you idiot!”

“Hey, I’m not an idiot! And stop hogging all the popcorn!”

A small scuffle could be heard from behind her, but Sammy’s focus was locked on the dribbling ice cream soaking her belly, and the light ‘pat, pat, pat,’ as her thighs struck one another.

Sammy was not having a good day and it was about to get much worse.

They reached her car, which Sammy felt a lot more self-conscious about now that Chloe was tagging along. She tensed up, almost ready for the reflexive, ‘Ewww, you really need to wash this,’ but a glance over her shoulder found a bit of relief.

Chloe’s round face was pulled up in the grin of a delighted piggy, both fists full of butter-soaked popcorn. She chewed it slowly, enjoying each bite, but damned if she didn’t look bigger each day. Chloe had a way of putting on winter weight in July… but hey. Glass houses…

Nat, who was licking her fingers clean of butter, caught Sammy’s eye, then glanced at Chloe before rolling her own. She winked at Sammy, making a sour face with a head tilt towards Chloe before jiggling her stomach, and missing the reaction that gesture earned from Halie.

Bringing up the rear of the group, Halie managed to look both like she was drooling and as if she were about to bolt. She was almost walking in-between Nat and Chloe, and while she looked like she really wanted to take that extra step forward, it was probably for the best that she didn’t get stuck between a soft place and an icy bitch.

It gave her plenty to look at, her eyes firm on the flabby Nat as the redhead swished around an almost empty bowl to get herself another handful.

“Ugh, are you kidding? This was supposed to last us till we got to the theater…” Nat grumbled.

“Hooh,” Chloe laughed through a mouthful of butter and salt. “‘Ay ‘o go, fa’ash.”

Sammy knew where this was going. “Oh, no! We are not stopping on the way there! Not after last time!”

“W-what happened last time?” Halie asked.

Nat chuckled playfully, poking a finger into Chloe’s fleshy side. “Someone made us stop at the dollar store, and then tried to buy so much candy that her bank called to ask her to okay the transaction.”

Chloe hardly even seemed to notice the jibe. She was chewing her last bit of popcorn, tapping herself on the tummy. “Owuughhh, yum! That hit the spot! You got any more?”

Nat raised a hand to snicker at her.

“What?” Chloe blinked. “Oh, right, the bank yeah. Those dumb idiots,” she rolled her head back, a movement that exposed just how little neck the fat girl had remaining. “They always call me, like every week!” She held her hand up to her ear, miming a phone and doing a spot-on impression of an extra fat girl. “‘Are you sure you’re spending this much on groceries?’ Like, what the hell else would I spend it on?!”

“Clothes,” Nat swiftly replied.

“A better car,” Sammy muttered, opening the trunk of her junker, more talking to herself than anyone else.

“A gym membership…?” Halie suggested.

There was an immediate sense of danger in the air, like the tremor of Godzilla stomping into frame, and Nat nearly leapt out of her shoes to hop between the gigantic girl and the little Halie. “Hey, look Chloe! There’s still some butter left here, see?! And kernels too!”

Chloe’s glare went down to the almost empty bowl. “Blugh, I hate the kernals. They get always get stuck in my teeth,” she mumbled even as she reached in and took a small handful.

She missed Nat giving Halie a not-so-subtle hushing finger, then pointing down at her own tummy.

Halie blinked at her, puckering her lips before nodding, seemingly claiming to understand something she clearly did not.

Sammy did though. Only fat girls could get away with calling Chloe fat. If a skinny girl did it, she might be forced to come to terms that a double extra large wasn’t a normal weight range.

Chloe’s fat gut was tucked into a pair black shorts, which she’d also tried to tuck a relatively nice red blouse into. It gave her the biggest muffin top Sammy had ever seen. More of an obese birthday cake than an overweight muffin. It looked like something Sammy would see in a fat girl magazine, which all too likely meant that Nat had gotten it for the ignorant glutton.

In direct contrast, Nat was crammed into a pair of dark mom-jeans that might just fit a mother of five. She had replaced her fast-food tee with a white top that showed most of her shoulders, as well as a touch of her overfed chest. They were obviously doing wonders for her backside, as Halie’s brown eyes kept darting to the massively stretched pockets that cupped Nat’s large buttshelf.

“Alright you two!” Sammy said, taking a tiny white bag from her trunk and moving towards Nat and Chloe. “Both of you, turn around.”

“What? Why?” Nat asked.

“Because I need to change, and you two are gonna block anyone in your building from anyone peeping at me.”

“Why wouldn’t you just use a bush?”

Sammy placed her hands on her hips, giving a very pointed look down at Nat’s waist.

“She’s right. You’re a pretty good wall,” Chloe agreed.

“Wh-hey! She’s talking about you, too!”

Chloe shrugged. “I mean, yeah, I can help, but you’re already twice her size.”

“Excuse me!” Sammy cut in. “She is way bigger than twice my size!”

“Oh, get bent!” Nat turned around, crossing her arms but serving as the perfect doughy blocker.

Chloe, though, had apparently not had enough. “You’ve been getting pretty big lately,” she said honestly. “If I were you, I’d be watching what I eat more. If you keep eating out so much-”

“All you two ever want to do is eat out!!” Sammy stomped a foot, causing her ham-dusted thighs to slap one another.

Chloe chuffed, turning her back on the chubby blond. “Cause I know better than to trust you near an oven. You barely know how to make a frozen pizza.”

“I’ve been…” Sammy ground her teeth, wanting to kick her in the shin, but Chloe was already pleasantly sucking on more butter-soaked popcorn kernels.

Sammy hopped they all got stuck in her teeth…

She took her aggression out on her clothes. She had to force the white tee to let her free, still sticky with ice cream. Not much had gotten through, but the shirt had been tight to begin with. Now exposed, her naked stomach and nude breasts jiggled with undeniable weight. She needed to start that new diet, needed to get herself back on track! No more damn cupcakes, she could have some damn strawberries instead!

Actually… didn’t Nat’s store sell chocolate-covered strawberries? Those could be really good… maybe that would help her retake control of her diet.

She glanced up, looking at the flabby backsides of her wall, and felt herself begrudgingly admit that Nat had a really nice ass, for a girl who looked like she was made from sweetened sugar. Her arms were looking massive though, as were her shoulders, decorating her back with rolls of pure white fat.

Sammy shook her head, her wavy hair falling over her shoulder. She really, really needed to stop comparing herself to the whale pod, or else sooner or later she’d end up a part of them… Her white skirt, luckily, had survived mostly unscathed. Flecks of vanilla were hidden by the white cloth, so she was thankfully allowed to let that remain on.

The blonde then grunted, leaning down into her sports bag and retrieving the top she was already dreading. It was a button-down blouse that she’d wear for tennis matches. The white color matched her racket and looked nice on her fair skin, but it was hardly bigger than a sports bra. It, along with the white skirt, was an outfit in which you were supposed to be seen. To have your picture taken.

If anyone took her picture in this, she’d knock their damn lights out.

The hem only came down to her ribs, ribs which were now covered in the softness of fat. She could hardly even button the thing, and even as she did, she could see the overburdened clasps straining to conceal her pale curves. She left the top two undone, unable to get them to close around her neck, and looked herself over while trying not to shout.

Lines in the blouse showed how desperately tight the whole thing was, and Sammy was forced to hike her skirt all the way up to her waist just to hide her bellybutton. She didn’t look pudgy, she didn’t look soft, Sammy looked like she was over two hundred pounds, with her own muffin top exposing the growing pale blubber of the pod’s newest whale.

“Are you done yet?” Chloe called. “How long’s it take just to get dressed?”

“Chloe, you took like fifteen minutes.”

“I had to pick something cute, okay?! If she’s gonna look like trash she can at least be resigned to it!”

Sammy rubbed at her tired eyes. “Yeah, I’m ready,” she grumbled, preparing herself for the oncoming-

“Hahahahahahahaha! You look like a- Yow!”

Sammy opened her eyes to see Nat pinching Chloe’s side, making the fat girl grab at her own fluffy waist. “Be nice,” Nat chided even as Chloe swatted at her arm.

Sammy hadn’t expected that. Nor did she expect what came next.

“Yeah, alright, whatever. It’s not bad, all things considering. It makes your boobs look huge.”

Sammy’s mouth puckered into a contemplative grimace. She looked over to Halie, remembering the small girl’s big desires.

“I-it looks nice,” Halie nodded.

And then the girl smiled.

“For a fat girl.”

Chloe belted out a belly quivering laugh, and after a bashful groan, Sammy couldn’t help but chuckle along. Even Nat was snickering before gesturing to the car. “Alright, come on. I want to get to the theater, we’re gonna miss the show.”

Only then did Sammy realize.

“Hey… what show are we going to go see?”