Chapter 3 - food and footsteps

(sorry its been so long, I've been really busy and haven't had a chance to write! Also sorry if I get my tenses confused, jumping back in to writing was pretty tricky)

Hannah took two steps back to make room for Amy and the assortment of bags she had brought with her. Two suitcases of clothes, a large travel bag with all her essentials, and then the bags Hannah was really looking forward to. She had smelled the food as soon as the door opened, and now the shock of their meeting had subsided a little, her attention was drawn back to the delicious scents filling the air; but she could not afford to be distracted. She rarely stood for longer five minutes, and could feel the strength in her legs draining rapidly.
"I'm gonna go.....over to the couch, you......make yourself at h......home" she said between deep breaths, and turned to begin waddling the short distance from the door to the living room couch. A large, comfortable looking 3 person unit, Hannah's couch was decidedly lopsided, with more than 2/3rds of the cushions sitting much lower than they appeared to have done when new, forced down after years of abuse from Hannah's ever spreading backside. Amy doubted that her own comparatively slim hips would fit in the remaining space, thinking of how she usually filled her own double-seater at home with little room either side of her round legs. While Hannah steadily made her way towards the chair, Amy brought her bags through, placed the three with food on the counter, and continued through to the bedroom to deposit her clothes and essentials. As she expected, the room was a complete mess. Takeout and pizza boxes were stacked against every wall, and the floor was littered with various cartons, from juice to heavy cream. It would appear that once Hannah had finished with any sauce or gravy, rather than go through the effort of returning it to the kitchen, she would simply drink the leftover contents and discard the bottle. Amy grinned at the thought of Hannah sitting there, chugging away at thousands of calories of drink, fat flowing across the bed out from her in every direction.

Forcing her mind back to the present, Amy returned to the open plan kitchen living room area. Hannah had managed to manoeuvre herself in front of the dent in the soda, and was getting a few deep breaths in before lowering her fat load down. She let out a low moan as the weight was transferred from her legs and on to the sofa. In turn, the long-suffering unit let out a mighty groan as it took her weight. Finally, Hannah slowly but surely shuffled her legs apart until they were spread wide, allowing her belly to hang down between her thighs and on to the floor. It fell with a soft thud, making ripples in her fat all the way up to her delicate boobs, which jostled for space in front of her face with her arms and her top set of belly rolls. Growing up, she had always had a large, round, smooth belly, but as she grew larger, her fat had little choice but to form rolls and folds at the sides and top of her vast wobbling girth.
Exhausted from her move, Hannah sat back in her seat, wiping sweat from her warm face. Panting heavily as though she had just stopped holding her breath, she looked over at Amy, who grinned back, clearly delighting in seeing Hannah shift her enormous bulk.

"...co......Could you ge......get me a dri......drink please?" she managed to gasp, waving one of her huge arms in the direction of her fridge.

"Oh, of course hun! And here, I'm guessing you really want to know what's in these..." she replied, pulling two large two liter Coke bottles from the well stocked fridge. She collected the food bags, and brought them over to Hannah. Snatching a bottle from the empty sofa space where Amy had delivered them, Hannah unscrewed the top and began noisily and greedily chugging the cold liquid down, piggy eyes transfixed on the nearest bag of food. She finished the drink with ease, holding it in front of her face like a baby, stopping occasionally only to let air refill the bottle. Dropping the empty container to the ground, she grabbed at the bag she had been staring at. Letting out a breathless whimper as the smell of fried chicken, burgers, fries, onion rings and cheese sticks filled the air, she began to eat. Stuffing her face full until she could barely close her mouth, Hannah then chewed like her life depended on it, swallowed, and repeated, devouring the whole bag in a matter of minutes. Amy had barely finished her second burger when Hannah scrunched the bag up and pushed all her rubbish down her huge belly, where it slid slowly to the floor. Hannah put her head back, gasping for air, her thick double chin bulging and jiggling with every breath.

"oh wait!" Amy said as she sat up suddenly, hit with a recollection. "didn't we say the first thing we we're gonna do is see... You know... How much you weigh?" As she spoke, her eyes travelled once more down Hannah's body, still trying to take in the beauty of her form. Hannah blushed, then smiled. Giggling a little, she managed to reply
"yeah......well I guess you'd better get the......scale from under my bed before I..." she grabbed a second bag of food, preparing to annihilate it in the same fashion as the previous bag "... Can't get myself off this chair!"

As Hannah began eating again, Amy heaved herself from the armchair she had been wedged in, and made her way back to Hannah's room as fast as her thick legs would allow. She found the scale, dragging it out from underneath the massive bed and dusted it off a little. The scale was larger than any Amy had used before, at around two feet wide and deep, specially designed to accommodate the largest and heaviest of people. She carried it out of the mess of Hannah's room and laid it on the floor a few feet from where Hannah was. Heavy breathing and a rumbling burp announced that Hannah had finished her second bag. Despite each containing enough fried food to feed a family of four comfortably, Hannah seemed barely to have noticed their impact on her stomach, already eying the third bag greedily.

"no, no more for now..." Amy teased "we've got to get you up again! Here-" she stood in front of Hannah, took both her hands, and started trying to use her own weight to help lever her immense partner to her feet.
"you......you've got to build up s......some momentum first!" Hannah stuttered, rocking her huge fatty frame back and forward until she could move to where she could support her own weight on her feet. Amy pulled again, and with a great sigh, Hannah rose, groaning again as she straightened her back out, shifting her ever expanding belly from its resting place on the carpet until it hung freely, jiggling softly a few inches from her swollen feet.
"well done!" Amy squealed, slightly out of breath herself from the effort of lifting Hannah from her seat.

"just two little steps, and then you can sit back down, OK?" she said, smiling and gently rubbing one of Hannah's belly rolls, feeling her cheeks and chest flush red from the exertion of helping, taking a moment to catch her own breath as Hannah struggled and gasped loudly.
"jus......just give me a sec..." Hannah said, trying to recover from standing up, clutching Amy's plump arm tightly for support. "and promise you wo......won't tell me until I'm sitting back down, I don't think my......legs will cope..." her eyes gleamed with excitement as she thought of what the scale might say, and how she might cope with such an intense burst of pleasure. After Amy made sure the device had woken up, Hannah lifted her first leg up on to the platform, Amy helping to lift and guide her foot to the far edge, so that she would be able to squeeze her legs together and get both feet safely on the scale. The dial immediately lit up, but Amy was far too busy admiring how Hannah's thick ankle fat had formed a slight roll at the bottom, poised to begin enveloping her foot.
"reh.....ready?" Hannah asked, as she prepared to step again.
"Yeah, let's get you up!" came Amy's reply as she held Hannah's other leg, to assist with moving again. Hannah stepped up, forcing her legs together, feeling her fat squeeze all the way from her thighs to her round ankles. Amy moved round to view the dial, which was still counting up too fast for her to make anything out, until it slowed enough for her to read the first digit:
[4 - -]
[5 - -]
[6 - -]
[649]
[682]
[707]
[715]
[721]
[724]