Chapter 17

"179," Heather read, leaning forward a bit to see the scale.  "Your turn."

I was a bit self-conscious as I got on the scale.  Heather was pretty heavy, but she didn't look flabby or out-of-shape.  Her body had a very sleek roundness, a sensual voluptuousness of perfect curves.  I, on the other hand, had just gotten big.  My thighs jiggled, my ass wobbled, my breasts shook with each step, and my entire middle seemed to be sheathed in one thick ring of pudge.  I had to use my hands to hold in my belly as I leaned forward to see the number.

196.

Fuck.

"What 's the number big girl?" Heather asked.

She whistled softly when I told her.

"I didn't realize I had gotten so . . ." I told her.  "Do you, well, am I too fat?"

Heather stood behind me, her belly pressing against the small of my back as she reached around and grabbed my paunch.  

"Do you think you're too fat?" she replied.

I looked at myself, critiquing my touching thighs, swelling belly, and huge breasts.  I looked at my widened hips and my thick love handles.  I slowly turned to the side, examining my profile.  My belly wasn't drooping yet, and my ass still stuck straight out. 

"No, I think I'm just right," I said with a smile.

"You know what?"  Heather mused.  "I think I'm going to try to beat you to 200."

"Good luck," I scoffed.  "You should see how much I can eat."

"Well then, I better step up my game.  There's a cake downstairs with my name on it . . . but maybe you could help me work up an appetite?"

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A while later we lay in each others' arms, panting for breath.  Heather had been right, the fireworks had been incredible.  My body responded to her touch like it was what I had been waiting for my entire life.  Since I was the more experienced one I used a couple tricks I had learned to make sure I gave as well as I got.  I dozed off for a little bit and when I awoke I was alone in bed.  I waddled back to the kitchen, suspecting I may find Heather there.

"Hey," Heather mumbled guiltily, her mouth smeared with chocolate frosting.  

She had eschewed the use of a plate, eating with a fork straight from the cake.  A gallon jug of whole milk sat next to the cake.

"Is someone eating cake without me?" I asked in a stern tone.

"I have to catch up," Heather defended herself.  "You have like 15 pounds on me."

"I believe the penalty for hogging cake to yourself is a thorough spanking," I informed her.

"Yes please!" she chirped.

We giggled, and I got a fork from the drawer.  Between the two of us we managed to eat over half, and Heather definitely ate the lion's share.  It seemed that she was serious about getting fatter than me, which of course tickled me pink.  Hauling out stuffed bellies back to bed was no easy task, and this time we both fell asleep quickly.

The next morning I awoke to find Heather watching me.

"Whatchadoing?" I asked groggily.

"I'm just so happy we're together again," she smiled.

"Me too."

"It's Saturday and neither of us are working, want to go to that brunch buffet?"

"Sure!"

&quo t;Ok, and you better wear some stretchy pants, 'cause I'm not holding back today.  I'll beat you to 200 if it's the last thing I do."

I giggled, it sounded like a great plan to me as well.

"Um, before we go, maybe . . .?"

Heather grinned, knowing exactly what I was asking.

"Of course baby."

I turned to her and she turned to me.  Every sense seemed heightened as we joined together again, fingers exploring, praises whispered.  We were together again, and while the future may have been uncertain, the present was everything I could have asked for and more.

Bliss.