Doorways? “Too small.”
Hallways? “Too small.”
Furniture?
Tara looked over at Dani, her incredible heaving mass literally overflowing the structure beneath her. Dani, as incredibly belly-heavy as she was, was no slouch in the ass department these days. Years of sitting, sitting and more sitting had ensured that more than enough of the many, many pounds she absorbed found their way onto her lower half. This past year in particular had accelerated her growth both vertically and horizontally, to the point that mobility was quickly becoming less and less of a given with each passing day. Her daily routine centered around whether or not she’d spend her waking hours in her room or in the living room, since going between the two was just so exhausting.
Tara, feeling her own seat groan beneath her, typed on her laptop, carefully propped on the highest point of her own globular gut. “Too small.”
Once upon a time, Tara had taken her new job seriously. Meticulous notes on exactly what renovations were needed, down to the inch, had momentarily made her feel once again that urge to work hard that she’d used to propel her to greater heights. But over time, she’d lost that edge and settled back into her post-promotion Fish Camp mentality of doing just the bare minimum. Of course, that way of thinking, in conjunction with her physical inability to get any work done, had got her fired in the first place, but she was pretty sure that wouldn’t be a problem with this “Yeng” company. Tara had no illusions about why she was here, and had mostly given in to the fact that she was just going to be fat no matter what. Plus, comparing herself to Dani made it that much easier to accept that, while she might be fucking huge, at least she wasn’t that huge.
Of course, she wasn’t as huge as Dani…but she wasn’t all that far behind. The move from her mom’s house had jump-started Tara’s appetite like never before. Sure, her mom made her incredibly expansive meals, but living in this place meant that there really weren’t meals, per se, just minutes with or without food. And these days, it seemed as if though a minute without food was a minute wasted. As a result, Tara was quickly catching up to Dani’s incredible expanse, and she was growing more and more reliant on the hydraulic lifts Yeng had so thoughtfully installed into their furniture.
Tara sent out the Yeng report and closed the laptop, setting it onto the table beside her. Finally, her day’s work was done with, and she could get back to doing what she did best these days. Without looking, she reached over to her other side and pulled out two thick slices of pizza from the tower of boxes and mushed them together into a sort of pizza sandwich, with the crusts on the outside while the middle cheese and meats formed a gooey, fatty center. Chomping into her “creation”, Tara briefly savored it before swallowing and chomping down again.
“Didja *burrrap* mention the *huurrrp* fridge?” Dani tossed aside her empty 2-liter of Yeng Cola and tore into a saran-wrapped 6-inch sub. “I still can’t fuckin’ *hic* reach all the way in the *urrp* back.”
“No, I didn’t. Why don’t you mention it in your report?” Tara was slightly annoyed at having her snack interrupted. “Where’s your laptop?”
“It’s, uh, in my room, and, uh…I don’t wanna get up.” Dani blushed slightly as she polished off the rest of her sub and began unwrapping another.
Tara grinned. “Can you get up?”
Dani frowned. “Like, obviously. I just…C’mon, why do you have to be such a Haley?”
“Sorry, guess I’m kinda hangry after all that work.” Tara swiped another pair of slices and bit into them. "Work" had lasted all of five minutes.
“Y’know, I think we need some takeout.” Dani whipped out her phone. “I’m gonna check the Gazette, see what Daisy recommends. I can’t believe it took ‘em this long to go digital, I could’ve been working from home for the last few years if Daisy hadn’t swiped that gig out from under me…”
She swiped her phone until she found what she was looking for. “Huh, ‘Mini Italia’, new Italian joint, I guess…’too small portion sizes’, ‘rude servers’…’flimsy furniture’? Huh, not exactly a ringing endorsement. But, ‘overall, delicious’? I mean, I guess we’re eating from home, so as long as it tastes good…I’ll just get the menu’s worth, sound good?”
Tara, already munching on a pile of pizza boxes, had no objections. “Same for me, plus some gelato if they’ve got it.”
“Aaaaaaand done. Should be a bit, but gelato sounds amazing, I kinda want ice cream…” Dani suddenly looked at Tara with her best attempt at puppy dog eyes. “Tara…”
“Get it yourself. The kitchen’s right there.” Tara pointed her thumb behind her as she slurped up some loose strands of cheese from her latest pizza-wich.
“F-fine.” Dani reached a pillowy arm down and pulled the lever on the side of her couch, and the electric motor began to do its work in lifting Dani’s mass upward. Halfway up, however, and it began to falter, its motor audibly struggling as her upward trajectory slowed.
“Oh, c’mon, not again…” Dani smacked the arm of the couch in frustration, but this proved fruitless as the machinery stopped altogether and dropped Dani back down with an almighty *CRASH*. “AHHH!!!! FUCK ME, that hurt!”
Luckily, Dani didn’t fall off, or it would’ve likely taken a team of ten to get her up off the ground. She was also well-insulated enough that, despite her complaints, she barely felt a thing. She pushed the lever once again, but nothing happened; it had finally given up the ghost.
“Well, shit.” Dani sat silently, not sure what to do. “So…I guess I’m just gonna live here for a bit, huh?”
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