Chapter 126 - #126 /the drive through/

As Paige got the car in motion one thing became abundantly clear and that was that either there was something wrong with her driving or wrong with her car. Even as the vehicle was driven over the relatively well paved parking lot it seemed to bounce shuffle at every motion. The momentum sending my very jiggly body wobbling within the confines of my ill-fitting clothes. My massive tits rippling and bouncing uncomfortably without a bra to support them. As she took the turn on to the road, she accelerated for questionable reasons. I felt half my booty almost wind up in Olive's lap as a result of the reckless driving. A hint of a blush forming on the red heads cheeks as I righted myself and adjusted my clothes. As I mentally prayed to whatever god or demon was handing out magical apps to allow me to survive the experience, I could almost swear Paige was smiling at me. "You know for a girl who claims to not want to eat, you don't seem to pay much attention to any conversation that doesn't involve food" Doe told me a hint of a pout to her lips. I let out a preemptive sigh knowing where this was going.

"Hey I pay plenty of attention to people's conversation" I protested knowing full well I was lying. "No, you pay plenty of attention to people's bodies, but almost no attention to what people say" Doe said forcing a blush to my cheeks. She did have a point there. Though in my defense I was looking at their bodies changing usually. "Look I get we haven't hung out much, so dog piling on is a little rude, especially with how much I weigh. But as someone who's been trying to have a conversation with you myself...you kind of stare into space sis" Paige said with a theatrical shrug, that was a clear distraction from keeping her eye on the road. "Oh, come now, like you really mind being stared at by your little girl crush" Olive teased Paige right back. Forcing a smile to my lips. Not only that someone had a crush on me which was rare. But also, because Olive was seemingly on my team in this game of playful rhetoric. "Alright then, defend your honor, what is the theme of this evening?" Doe asked me with a smug air to her voice.

I felt myself panicking a little bit at that. I wasn't even aware she had answered the question. I had been avoiding winding up on top of Olive, and spacing out a little. Which was of course fairly close to what she was accusing me of. But with my attention on the red head I noticed a helpful look in her eyes and a smile on her lips. She took the edge of her shirts neckline and pulled it up a little. Holding up the edge of her shirt between her thumb and middle finger. The whole process of course sent her breasts wobbling a little, but thankfully I could appreciate the view and take her hint at the same time. The shirt was black so it was entirely possible the theme was goth. But given how smug Doe had been in certainty I wouldn't get the answer that seemed too easy. I let myself scoot a little closer the process pushing my hips into Olive's. The extra inch closer was all I needed. Her shirt was made out of the same weird material as Doe's dress. I just hadn't noticed because of the lighting...and because I was too busy admiring the breasts they were struggling to conceal. "Some material, don't ask me to pronounce it after a full day's work" I told Doe with a smirk.

"Polytex" Doe told me with a roll of her eyes. I settled in smug in my conclusions and feeling very thankful for the helpful French girl. "But...just out of curiosity, why did I say Polytex had to do with anything...as far as our night out goes?" Doe mused aloud almost sarcastically. A clear bait and switch. The potential options were almost unlimited. I found myself glancing across to Olive with a pleading look in my eyes. The pretty girl seemed lost in thought for a split second, then a look of inspiration crossed her face. Reminding me of the sunrise on a rainy day. She put her hands on either side of her impressive bust and gestured outwards keeping them connected. A very clear little charade meant to indicate growth. If I wasn't under the gun, I would've probably devoted a solid minute to just imagining that particular growth spurt. But as I was under pressure, I applied the information to everything else I had seen. There was no denying the material lent itself to showing off someone's body. While I had been focused on Doe's belly earlier, a second glance confirmed even her meager chest looked to have something to show off. Paige needed no help but even her juggernauts were looking bigger in the stretchy shirt. "Br-" I opened my mouth to say but paused. I felt a hand on the side of my belly. Sending a wash of embarrassment through me. I glanced across to Olive, the perpetrator, who had a chastised and apologetic look on her face. Yet even as apologetic as she was, she made a motion from the edge of my stomach to my back. The seconds passing in slow time as she raw her finger across me. It was a little dramatic and invasive but It got the point across.

"It's good for plus sized girls" I said simply with a sigh. Olive returning her hand to her lap, rubbing the back of her head. I mustered her a reassuring smile so she wouldn't feel bad. "Well you totally cheated with Olive's help but it was adorable to watch, so you get a pass anyway" Doe said with a smile and a slightly distant sadness to her eyes. I had a feeling she was thinking about a certain "plus sized" girl in particular. "Anyways Polytex is super stretchy, hold patterns well, and unlike latex putting it on isn't a pain in the ass" Doe explained. The topics and tone somehow a perfect mingling of her nerdiness and buried dominant side. Paige glanced at me and stared for a few seconds. "I think this is the part where you ask, why it's not used if it's that good" Olive whispered to me as I let out a sigh. "So why isn't it in use if it's so good" I asked, in an infomercial voice that got a giggle from the rest of the car. "They made a few items in the 60-80s, which are currently donated to your biggest new friends, but the line was discontinued in the 90s, because it was unflattering to women's frames" Doe explained in a history teacher voice. "By unflattering she means it made it obvious they were fat" Paige elaborated with a sage nod. "I figure now with girls literally popping seams in the middle of home economics, people would probably rather make it clear how big they were behind clothes, rather than when their naked cause they bloated out of their outfit" Doe finished with a non-committal shrug.

As the conversation died down Paige took another sharp turn that send my blubbery body cascading into Olive's. This time I was downright certain she was smiling at me. I figured there were a few possible reasons. The first theory was just she was making me uncomfortable as payback for ghosting her in such a spectacular fashion. But if she was that spiteful I figured she wouldn't have seemed so laid back in our conversation. The other option, given her crush was that she just really liked watching me jiggle. I couldn't even really blame her if that was the case. If I had seen a girl like me, I'd be ogling every ounce of wobbling fat on her frame. Albeit maybe not in a way that would cause a car crash. Yet as I sorted through the theories there was one that stood out to me. Maybe she was pushing me into Olive literally and figuratively. Trying to help her friend out. For some reason that was my favorite theory. And the fact it was filled me with a certain amount of frustration. I was already sleeping with one of the hottest girls in the entire school. One night ago, I had kissed the actual hottest girl at school, albeit a little past her prime by most people's standards. My sexual needs were constantly being catered to by my life situation at all times. Yet there I was crushing on the foreign exchange student like the nerd from a bad teen movie.

As I mused on my annoying feelings Paige mercifully pulled the car to a stop. Albeit one that was so fast it literally pushed my breasts against the seat in front of my mine. A glance out the window confirmed the place we were at. It was a popular fast food chain, known for its burgers and being slightly better than other similar fast food chains. While also being slightly more expensive. A glance confirmed that unfortunately the drive through was closed for renovations. "Alright...so someone's going to need to collect the food in person...and uh...not it" Paige said quickly. "Uh also not it, and I think Olive should do it as a skinny tax" Doe quickly chimed in cutting me of from my own protest. "Excuse me, a skinny tax, the fact I'm skinny means I'll be ordering less" Olive objected, looking a little flustered and downright adorable. "I mean technically I should probably pay the lodger tax, since I kind of hitch hiked" I suggested unable to stop myself. I was well past pretending I was at all fit so I knew going to collect the food was at least bothersome. But something about Olive had me wanting to help her out. If I had any game at all I might've suggested we go together. But as Eliza's told me multiple times, I'm only good with girls when things get kinky.

There were some murmurs of agreement from the other girl followed by the quick discourse of what people would order. Doe wanted to get a regular dish, otherwise known as a large burger and a side. Paige went for a substantially upsized meal, a certifiable fat girls feast easily twice what Doe had ordered. Olive started by saying she'd order a salad, but after a bit of staring she upsized to a small fries, a few moments of shaming later and they had her up to a large fries. Nobody wants to feel like a fat ass and someone actually eating a healthy diet was bound to have that effect. I meanwhile insisted I wouldn't order anything. But in spite of myself when I actually went into order for the crew. I "accidentally" remembered an extra order of fries.