It had been a while since Haley had seen her sister, and even longer since Courtney had known her as a pretty skinny know-it-all in high school. Gabby, having been too young to have met Tara in those days, had no sense of just how fat Tara had become in such a short time. I mean, Haley was really goddamn fat, so it wasn’t all that surprising her sister would also be a big ol’ fatso. So while Gabby was relatively nonplussed at Tara’s appearance, Haley’s and Courtney’s reactions were more appropriate, given just how fat she’d become.
“Whoa. H-hey, Tara…“ Courtney was slack-jawed. She’d gotten so used to being around Haley’s fat ass that seeing someone of this size wasn’t all that shocking, but skinny, stick-up-her-ass Tara? Courtney wasn’t usually the judgmental type, being as fat as she herself was, but…damn, was Tara just trying to compensate for her huge schnoz? If so, it was definitely working, that nose would be the last thing anybody would notice about this blimp.
“Hey, Courtney. Yeah, believe me, I know.” Tara reached out and attempted to yank her ill-fitting Fish Camp t-shirt down over the nadir of her enormous paunch, which jutted out and sagged down onto her fleshy thighs. This brief attempt at modesty failed miserably, as the shirt sprung back up and came to rest just below her navel, leaving a good foot of belly flesh out into the open. She would’ve tucked her buddha belly into her black leggings, but they were already holding on for dear life attempting to contain more than their fair share of fat, as her thighs and ass exploded outwards in all directions.
“Holy fucking shi-“
“Shut the fuck up, Haley.”
“Hey, you can’t talk to me that way! I’m a customer, remember?”
Tara took a step forward, her boulder belly flowing onto the table and pressing up against Haley’s fleshy side. “Oh yeah, Karen? What’re you gonna do, call the manager?”
Haley shoved her sister’s gut with her fat bicep. “Get that thing out of my face! Maybe I’ll just tell mom you’re being a big, fat bully, huh?”
“What’s your problem, twerp? Can’t you go bug your buddies at work? Oh, wait, you don’t have a job, do you?”
“Screw you!”
“Get bent!”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” Courtney stood up to get the West sisters’ attention. “Calm down, guys, you’re making a scene!” She wasn’t wrong; more than a few heads had turned their attention to the two titanic tubs of lard bickering.
The sisters froze, realizing how public their feud had suddenly become. Tara took a step back, letting her gut drop back down onto her thighs, and cleared her throat.
“Sorry you had to see that, guys.” She side-eyed Haley, who did the same. “Haley here’s just being a big, fat baby.”
“Well, you started it…” Haley began, ready for a fight, but Courtney jumped right back in before they could jump right back at each other’s throats.
“Haley, cut it out! Coming here was your idea, remember?” She stared Haley down. “Remember why we’re here, Haley…”
Haley didn’t get what she was saying at first, but the prospect of Tara’s family discount made her back off. “Riiiiight…” She settled down, and the tension between the two sisters dissipated as Tara did the same. Satisfied that an all-out brawl had been at least temporarily averted, Courtney sat back down.
“So,” Tara cocked an eyebrow, holding her arched back with both hands, her giant gut jutting out in front of her, causing her shirt to rise up even higher. “You guys are here for the ‘manager’s special’, huh?”
“Huh?” Courtney had looked over the menu on the way over, and hadn’t seen any such offering.
“My discount, right? Believe me, I’ve been taking full advantage.” Tara patted her gut for emphasis, as if that statement could somehow be misunderstood.
“I mean, obviously I wanted to catch up with you, too…” Courtney lied. While Haley was her ‘bestie’, Tara was more of an afterthought. Sure, she like their mom just fine, and always played nice enough around Tara, but she and Haley were of a similar mind that Tara was kind of a stuck-up, holier-than-thou, too-good-for-Spartanburg…well, you get the idea.
“Alright, on two conditions…” Tara grinned broadly. “First, Haley, you’re gonna have to apologize.”
“Ex-cuuuuse me?” Haley was clearly indignant at having to apologize to her sister, but a stern look from Courtney said everything. “I mean…*siiiiiiiigh* soooo-ryyyyy….”
“Good enough. Second,” Tara pulled two chairs out from an empty table behind her and set them down in front of the empty spot next to her sister. “I’m joining you. It’s my second lunch, and I’m starving.”
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The next hour and a half passed by in a haze. Haley was in hog heaven, gobbling up entrees and sides like a woman possessed, and guzzling sweet tea seemingly by the gallon. Tara was similarly enamored by everything put in front of her, though she was occasionally interrupted by Amber or Katelyn with customer questions or other managerial duties. Courtney had completely forgotten the pretense of the visit, the West sisters’ complete descent into gluttony proving to be contagious as she wolfed down piles of hushpuppies with wild abandon.
The West sisters were making absolute pigs of themselves, shoving fried food into their mouths handfuls at a time, washing the piles of grease and fat down and occasionally puncturing the silence with hearty, satisfying burps that simultaneously signaled the end of one plate and the need for another. Courtney, Gabby’s friend who she had worked so hard to bring back to the light side, seemed to be trying to match the sisters’ speed and ferocity, if not their outright piggish nature. She at least had the decency to cover her mouth whenever she felt a low, guttural belch escaping her throat.
Gabby had, for a while, picked at her considerably smaller portion as her three obese companions glutted themselves, content to just observe and marvel at the spectacle. Eventually, though, she felt hungry enough to take a few bites for herself.
“Damn, that’s…actually pretty good.” Gabby took another bite out of her flounder, savoring it a few seconds before taking another.
“Yeah, no *urrrrp* no shit, Sherlock.” Haley muttered.
“Haley, cut it out. Be nice, okay?” Courtney scolded, before shoving half a hushpuppy into her maw. “Say ’sorry’.”
“Sorry, Gabby.” Haley didn’t look the least bit sorry, but it was enough to diffuse any tension her comment would have caused, if Gabby had been listening. She was too busy shoveling the remnants of her own plate into her mouth. Before she knew it, her plate was empty.
She dropped her fork onto her plate with a clatter and patted her little food baby. “Man, this stuff is dangerously good. God, if I wasn’t careful, I’d get as fat as you-“
“Refill!” Haley held her flabby arm up and bellowed out into the ether, knowing she’d get a response. Katelyn, a slightly bottom-heavy blonde, had been dutifully refilling the girls’ orders whenever needed, and she appeared a few seconds later. “Yes?”
Haley waved to get her attention. “Right here, and…” She motioned over to Gabby’s empty plate. “right there.”
Gabby was surprised. “Oh, thanks, Haley, but actually, I don’t-“
“Comin’ right up!” Katelyn quickly grabbed both Haley’s and Gabby’s plates. She looked over at Tara, who was leaned back into her chairs, sipping on her tea. “You too, boss?”
Tara picked up the last handful of french fries from her plate and shoved them into her mouth, washing them down with a final swig of tea before standing herself upright. “No *urrrp* thanks, Katelyn, I guess I should *grunt* get back to work. I’ll *hrrrnk* be in the back. Good seeing you, Courtney. Nice to meet you, Gabby. Smell you later, dingus.” She started hobbling away, before turning back and saying “Make sure you give ‘em my discount.” Seeing the look on Katelyn’s face, she said, “Don’t worry, Katie, it’s not gonna come outta your tip.”
Haley stuck her tongue out at Tara’s bouncing butt as she waddled away. A few minutes later, Katelyn returned with two steaming hot plates of grub, with Haley’s tunnel vision taking over as she dove in without so much as a 'thank you'. Gabby thanked Katelyn, but hesitated to touch her plate.
“It’s fine, Gabby, live a little!” Courtney smiled, jabbing Gabby’s playfully with her elbow. “We can always diet tomorrow, right?”
“Yeah, what she said.” Haley said in between bites.
“Yeah, sure thing.” As Gabby slowly raised a large bite up to her lips, chewed, and swallowed, she started to understand the appeal of letting loose. Maybe these girls were onto something…
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