A bell jingled as Gabby walked out of Lush, carrying a telltale pink paper bag filled with an assortment of soaps and bath bombs. She’d left in a hurry, eager to get out after the mess her friend had left behind had garnered them more than a few mean looks from the employees.
“Again, I’m so sorry for the mess!” Another jingle as Courtney waddled out behind her, hip-checking the door as she did so. She was just as eager to get out of there. Was it really her fault those displays were so close together? Sure, she’d lost sight of a pyramid of bath bombs beyond her giant rack and knocked it over with her swinging gut, but that was just poor planning of their part!
Courtney was carrying two pink bags. One was for herself; her tastes in cosmetics and beauty products had remained relatively unchanged over the past few years, and she still made a point of lathering herself up with various body lotions to keep her sensitive skin as smooth as possible. The other bag was for Haley.
Gabby and Courtney walked a few yards away to the bench Haley was currently filling up with her mile-wide hips. She’d tried squeezing herself into the store, but they’d foolishly assumed their clientele would be able to fit through a normal-sized doorway. It was for the best; if Courtney had had that much difficulty navigating the store, Haley would’ve been a bull in a china shop in comparison. Lush wouldn’t have survived.
Haley chewed and swallowed the last bite of Auntie Anne’s and chased it down with the last swig of her 32oz drink. “Thanks, Court.” she said as she accepted her bag from Courtney. “I’ll owe you, ‘kay?”
“Sure, no prob.” Courtney knew that ‘I’ll owe you’ translated to ‘I’ll forget I owe you’, but was fine helping her friend out once in a while.
Haley rummaged through the bag and pulled out a little black tub. “‘Dream Cream’, my faaaavorite!” Haley could be a bit of a slob these days, having outgrown the bathtub and quickly outgrowing the shower stall itself, but she still enjoyed the soothing sensation of body lotion on her supple skin. Or at least, as much as she could reach by herself. She was glad Courtney was willing to help her get dressed on the rare occasion when she needed to go out into the world, but she figured making her rub her unreachable folds and rolls down with cream might be crossing a line.
After she and Courtney finishing hefting Haley up off the bench, Gabby strode over to a nearby pedestal which displayed a diagram mapping out Gaffney’s various offerings. “Alright, sooooo, we’re here,” She pressed a digit into the little ‘You Are Here’ symbol. “And we need to get to…” She traced her finger along the glass surface until her finger rested on top of the ‘Sizable Style’ logo emblazoned on the opposite side of the map. “…here.”
Courtney and Haley waddled over and looked over her shoulder, and they both groaned.
“I dunno, Gabby, that’s…pretty far.” Courtney wasn’t quite as out of shape as Haley, but that trip looked pretty daunting to her.
“I can do that, no problem!” Haley chirped.
That caught Gabby and Courtney off guard. Really? Optimism? From Haley?
Courtney looked over at the bulbous brunette. “Uh, are you sure, Haley? I mean, even I’m not looking forward to this…”
“Sure! I’ll just take one of those!” Haley pointed over to a nearby tent.
As Haley slowly made her way over to the sole employee manning the kiosk under the tent, Courtney and Gabby looked up at the sign above; 'Golf Cart Rentals, $20/hr'.
Courtney looked over a Gabby. “That’s…actually not a terrible idea, right?”
“I guess, splitting twenty bucks between us wouldn’t be that hard.”
As the two less lardy women followed behind Haley’s rolling boulders, however, they realized that while the golf carts were built to accommodate more than one driver, the same did not apply to anybody Haley-sized.
Haley had reached down into her wobbling cleavage and pulled out a roll of cash, peeled off a sweaty twenty dollar bill, and handed it over to the pimply teenager on duty. The boy, visibly disgusted at the sweaty bill and/or Haley’s wobbling tonnage, dropped the bill into his cash drawer and handed her a key. “Enjoy.” He muttered as Haley beelined for the cart.
Getting into the cart wasn’t nearly as difficult as getting into the back of Courtney’s increasingly tight car, but she still struggled to wedge her wide girth past the narrow space between the protruding plastic steering wheel and the padded seats. After a bit of struggling and wobbling about, she managed to shove herself through, letting her gut fall down onto her lap under the steering wheel. Her ass splayed out, engulfing the seat and spilled out all over, leaving more than a few inches hanging out on either side.
Courtney and Gabby walked up to the teenager, ready to fork over a (decidedly less gross) twenty, but the boy said, “Sorry, that’s it. We’re all out.”
“Wait, seriously?” Courtney looked over the small space under the tent, and confirmed what the kid was saying. “How many of these things do you guys usually have?”
“Like, usually three or four, but people keep crashin’ ‘em, so we’ve got, like, two left.”
Courtney’s face fell as she watched Haley giddily steer her cart out from under the tent and into the courtyard.
“Hot damn, I could get used to this!” Haley sped off, and started doing laps around a fountain.
“Careful, lady!” The boy shouted, but Haley ignored him, continuing to giggle and laugh as she twirled around the open space, not watching where she was going until she came close to crashing head-on into someone, just barely hitting the brake in time to avoid a collision.
“Holy shit! Watch where you’re going!”
“Tara, language! Oh, hello, honey!”
Haley, her heart racing, was now face-to-face with her sister, sitting in her own cart. “Ugh, hey, Tara.”
“Nice driving, hot-shot.” Tara turned the wheel of her cart, which dug slightly into the crest of her heaving gut, and drove past Haley’s cart and over to Courtney and Gabby to say hi.
“It’s been far too long, Haley!” Mrs. West walked up to Haley and side-hugged her.
“Hi, mama.” Haley hugged back, her heart still pumping furiously after the near-disaster. “What’re you doing here?”
“Oh, well, Tara had a bit of an, um, incident at work the other day-“
“Mom! Shush!” Tara, still in earshot of her mom, blushed furiously as she recalled the ‘incident’ her mom was referring to. Dropping a pen, she’d forgotten how tight her leggings were, and…well, suffice it to say the family of four hadn’t ordered a face-full of Tara’s pale, wobbling ass, her thong leaving next to nothing to the imagination. Thank God Iris hadn’t been around, or she might’ve gotten a pink slip right then and there!
After the girls caught up for a minute (not much had happened since they’d visited Fish Camp, so there wasn’t all that much to talk about) and Haley had gotten her mom to buy her another pretzel, the five women started their journey towards the other end of the mall, Mrs. West walking alongside Tara’s undersized cart as she motored along, and Gabby and Courtney doing the same as Haley drove (much more carefully) behind her mom and sister.
Halfway across the mall, Courtney began to falter. She’d been struggling for a while, what with the hot sun and all the unassisted movement she was decidedly not built for, but she finally hit a wall next to a Starbucks.
“Can’t…*gasp*…go on…*pant*…gotta…stop…”
Courtney plopped down onto a bench, and Gabby stopped to check on her friend.
“You alright, Court?”
“Yeah, just…*gasp*…need a…*huff*…breather…*wheeze*…”
“Sure, no problem. Hey Haley, can we stop for a sec-“ Gabby looked towards Haley, who had either ignored or hadn’t been aware of Courtney’s struggle and had continued her slow journey.
“Shit.” Gabby looked on as the West family continued onward. “Well, guess it’s just you and me, Court. Can I get you anything? Water?”
“Gimme a…*huff*…Venti Frap…” Courtney sniffed the air, her face lighting up slightly. “And I smell…*puff*…Cinnabon…*huff*…some of those’d be…*huff*…real nice…” She pulled out her credit card and held it up for Gabby expectantly.
Gabby sighed, took the card, and waited in front of the Starbucks window. As she stood in line, she also smelled the telltale cinnamony aroma that had ignited Courtney’s appetite. That might actually hit the spot right about now…
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