Hannah smiled warmly, placing a chubby hand atop the round ball of plushness sitting on her lap, rubbing it sensually. “Yeah, that was the plan, wasn’t it?” she said, drumming her fingers against her belly’s soft skin. This motion sent ripples spreading throughout her stomach, tickling the regions between her thick thighs in more ways than one. “I guess I couldn’t let you keep all this fun to yourself.”
Mel leaned her arduous bulk against the headrest, resting her right hand nonchalantly behind her head while her left hand travailed the vastness of her domed gut. “Being me’s a blast, isn’t it?” She punctuated her point with a hearty slap against the rise of her stomach, the resulting THWACK sound indicating plenty of room left in the tremendous tank, despite the sloshing milkshakes residing within. She then grunted with genuine effort to raise her thick, heavy left leg to poke Hannah’s billowing belly fat with her puffy toes. “Boop!” she added with a cutesy-yet-alluring grin.
Hannah watched the flesh around her midsection give a good few inches as her girlfriend’s foot penetrated her fat, and the image sent an erotically-charged jolt down her spine. She shivered ever-so-slightly, and still it was enough to send her outer layer of chub shivering in delight.
“I hate to admit you were right with all this ‘being fat’ stuff. Personally, the idea never seemed appealing to me. I would’ve been perfectly fine staying skinny.” Hannah set her hands on the plushness surrounding her thighs, pushing with surprising effort to get herself standing (although the surprise should have evaporated by now, considering how many pounds had been added to her chunky frame). “But there’s something just…nice about being so fat. So jiggly and round and large,” she lingered on the last word and gyrated her wide hips in Mel’s face; she didn’t need to turn around to feel her lover’s glare intensify at her seductive sauntering. “I’m just surprised it took me so long to see the light.”
“Ain’t nothing light about you anymore, girl,” Mel responded, her voice a little huskier than normal. She followed it up by poking Hannah once again with her foot, this time in her round, dimpled ass cheeks. “Bam.”
Hannah feigned a surprised yelp and jumped in place, sending all of her extra bulk teetering upward before crashing back down with a dramatic flop. Her bulbous belly shook particularly harshly, continuing its quiver even after Hannah turned to face Mel with her hands on her flared hips.
“I really should blame you for doing this to me,” she said, lifting the bottom lip of her fat belly as far as its plushness would allow. She dropped it casually, enjoying the rush of tremors that encompassed her body as the mass of fat plopped back to its rounded shape. “I was doing quite well for myself before you showed up and ruined my girlish figure.”
“I could say the same for you, dear,” Mel said. “Now help me up; we got a date with the cafeteria, and that seductive bitch does not like being put off.”
Mel grunted as she lifted her enormity into a sitting position, reaching out her pillar arms in a dangerously adorable gesture for Hannah’s help.
Hannah obliged and grabbed Mel’s hands, and, with a hefty amount of effort between both bloated girls, pulled Mel off the bed and onto her feet.
The two fatties then struggled through the tiring task of covering their blubber with an “appropriate” amount of clothing. Hannah settled on a grey, long-sleeve Buttercombe T-shirt that constricted her belly lump considerably, revealing just a hint of skin if she lifted her arms too high, and a tight (damn tight) pair of yellow yoga pants that displayed every bump and jiggle of her lower half proudly. Mel, on the other hand, had no pretense of trying to hide anymore, throwing on a yellow hoodie that covered precisely fuck-all of her apron belly, allowing all the pale flab below her navel (which was a lot) to flop openly below the waistband of her over-taxed black sweatpants.
“We are just the cutest couple, aren’t we?” Mel said as she grabbed a couple Pop Tarts from the cabinet, her designated “road food,” and joined Hannah at the door.
Hannah responded simply by kissing Mel’s plump lips, relishing the feeling of Mel’s titanic tummy enveloping her own impressive bulge as the two stood together in the door frame for longer than the standard smooch. Only when Hanna shut the door behind them, knocking into Mel’s love handles with a satisfying squish (and subsequent “Oof!”), did the two finally separate from each other and begin the long trek to the cafeteria.
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