"Oh my God, Betty!" Bridget squealed as she scooped the young woman up into a pudgy bear hug. "I haven't seen you in forever! How are you?"
"I'm good!" Betty eventually replied, hands feeling up Bridget's her old friend's backside.
Bridget broke the hug and appraised her friend. "You look great!"
Betty'd lost some weight since you'd last seen her (maybe around 40-60 pounds), but her thighs were still thick in her corduroys, her flanks still rolled over her belt, and her belly was still soft with indulgence beneath her blouse. Maybe she wasn't as fat, but she was still pretty chubby.
Betty wasn't paying attention to you, though. Her eyes were transfixed on Bridget, bursting out of the seams of what used to be her old uniform. At least, she was until Bridget turned to you.
"This is Betty. We went to high school together. Betty, this is--"
"YOU!" Betty became suddenly animated when she recognized you, brushing past a startled Bridget. "THE BAKER!" You steeled yourself as she came close, jabbing an accusatory finger into your chest.
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