Chapter 2 - at first sight

As the light flooded through the door, Amy looked at the woman she'd been dreaming of for nearly a year. She was big. Bigger than big. Amy herself was would have been considered 'bigger than big' by most people at around four hundred and thirty pounds, with wide hips that regularly got her wedged in 'skinny chairs', and a sizeable belly that was nevertheless dwarfed by her breasts. Fitting snugly in her 46L bra, they were impossible not to notice. Where most women could measure their cleavage in inches, Amy had always felt feet were a more practical unit where she was concerned. However, even her backbreakingly big boobs were dwarfed by the stunningly beautiful mountain of fat that stood in the doorway before her. In contrast to Amy's extreme hourglass physique, Hannah's breasts were tiny, less than a handful each, if you didn't include the thick roll of fat they softly protruded from, which in turn rested on the top of her almost unbelievably large belly. Now Hannah was standing, her wobbling gut stuck out in front of her chest by at least a foot, hanging down all the way to her trunk-like ankles, and spreading out on either side; she was close to being as wide as she was tall, feet spread far apart to accommodate for her thighs, each so thick that if they were waistlines, no shop on the high street could come close to clothing them.

They had talked about how much Hannah weighed before, back when they first started chatting online. Like a lot of very large people, she was never really sure how much she weighed at any given time, and since leaving home and her mother's constant pressure to lose weight, she had only weighed herself once. Two and a half years ago, after a particularly enjoyable evening of multiple Italian takeouts, she switched the TV on to catch the beginning of 'My 600lb Life'. Though she only saw the beginning (after which, the urge to roll on her side and slide her hand deep inside to find her hard, wet clit overpowered her, as so often happened when she saw anyone close to her size on TV or online), the way everyone acted when they weighed the huge participants, how shocked they were, drove Hannah crazy. She didn't have anyone in particular to shock, but the idea of being able to say "I weigh six hundred pounds and I love it" sent her into a sexual frenzy, the like of which she wouldn't experience again until her belly touched the floor.

The reason she only weighed herself once was more a matter of logistics than anything else; the scales she bought had a limit of 1 Ton, but she failed to account for how she was going to view the large, clear, well illuminated display, which was helpfully fixed to the base of the unit, far out of sight beneath her gut. After ten minutes manoeuvring a couple of mirrors, and twenty five minutes of swearing, wobbling, twisting, belly holding and scale hopping, she had her answer. Five hundred and forty-eight pounds wasn't quite as impressive as the older woman she'd fantasised about being last night, but considering Hannah was 21 at the time, it was more than enough to put her at serious risk of falling, as her already strained knees began to shake with barely contained orgasmic energy, forcing her to rush (as much as any five hundred pound woman could rush) to her bed and favourite position. Despite such intense feelings seeing the results on the scale, it was far too much effort for Hannah on her own. She was lazy, she had been since she was a child, and with each pound that she added to her short frame, her laziness grew; each time she thought of weighing herself, the memory of how much effort it took would flood back to her, and her enthusiasm would wain. Fortunately after she remembered the effort, her head would fill with thoughts of just how fat she was, how hard it was getting to manage things even other super-fats could do easily, and of course how hard her clit was getting with each second that passed thinking about her own growing, overflowing body. Given that was two and a half years ago, Hannah felt sure she had passed over the glorious six-hundred mark, and had guesstimated to Amy that she was probably nearer six-hundred and fifty pounds, but Amy was sure now, seeing her in the flesh, that at least seven hundred pounds of beautiful woman stood before her, hard though it always was to guess when dealing with such big numbers.

"Oh... Hey!" Amy stuttered, suddenly realising that she had been staring at Hannah, and Hannah at her, for at least fifteen seconds. "it's really you! I... I'm so glad to finally meet you!" she bounced on her heels slightly from excitement, her chest continuing to jiggle long after she had composed herself again.
Hannah was already breathing deeply from the effort of standing up, so the shock of seeing Amy in front of her, causing her heart to pound in her chest harder than she had ever felt before, made it feel like she had just run a marathon.
"yeh...Yes! It's me! And it's..." She waited a little, to steady her breathing again "...it's really you too!"

As both women giggled nervously, Amy stepped closer, spreading her arms wide and hugging Hannah tightly. They could feel their fat bodies pushing into each other, from the gentle warmth on Amy's ankles provided by the lowest part of Hannah's massive belly all the way up to where Amy's buxom chest threatened to push Hannah over completely, such was the force they exerted on her top half. After releasing her grip around Hannah slightly, Amy blushed deeply and quickly kissed Hannah on the lips, drawing away just as fast. Hannah stared at Amy's plump lips for a brief moment, smiled, then looked hungrily into her eyes.
"You... You'd better come in, then?"