Chapter 175 - #175 /the food court/

"Oh yeah I did, still not as fat as you though” Eliza said flatly in return. Paige who normally would’ve jumped at the opportunity to be insulted about her body mass merely performed a bust bouncing shrug. “I mean it’s not like she hasn’t been getting any fatter, but it’s hardly sudden, you don’t get that big overnight” Doe interjected and I almost jumped out of skin seeing her and Connie had rounded the corner. Connie seemed to have settled on the honey colored two piece while Doe was carrying a very plain black one piece. Though as the words left her mouth she blushed intensely and mumbled an apologize to Paige who laughed it off. “Aww, I was going to make the comeback that I had gotten this fat overnight, but you had to go and apologize, robbing me of a perfectly good joke” Paige said extrovertedly giving Doe a pat on the back. “Anyways it seems like we’ve got everything we need” Eliza said glancing at me and then back to the bikini she had picked out for me. Seemingly content with her choice. It wasn’t quite as outrageous as I had expected. It was deep blue and had a plunging neckline with small sleeves that went out to shoulders. It was more far more chaste than I had anticipated. I found myself suspecting my lover had discovered a newfound respect for my size related embarrassment.

We rounded on the recently plumped minimum wage worker and all paid together. “I need more food” Connie groaned greedily patting her stomach as we waited to pay in turn. “Yeah breakfast was less than satisfactory, we’ll need to make up those calories” Doe said eying Connies stomach. Something was definitely different about them and it wasn’t just the sex. To say nothing of the fact that there were very few normal people who would say a woman as massive Connie would need to make up for missing calories. It obviously tied into the ever mysterious Connie gate and whatever they had been fighting about up until recently, but the pieces were still too scattered for me to put together what was going on. “I will never pass up on the chance to eat so-” Paige started to say. “We’ve noticed” Eliza cut her off dryly. “So... let’s go to the food court and grab a bite to eat, maybe get miss hangry here a bite to eat” she said firing back at my lover. They weren’t so much cats and dogs, as two different cats batting at one another with their claws.

“We should invite her along as we-” Paige started to say but trailed off as she began to glance around the store as if looking for someone. Based on the fact her gaze was settled on the plus sized aisle I had a feeling this person would be hard to miss. Yet the store seemed pretty much empty and the goth merely shrugged. “Guess her own hunger got the better of her” the goth mused. I couldn’t help but wonder who she was talking about, but it wasn’t long before the overwhelming appetite of Connie had us boisterously exiting the store. Where to get food became the hotly contested topic of the evening with a variety of deeply held opinions. I somehow remembered picking a place to eat being easier back when every girl on planet earth seemed to be counting calories. Now that fast food was on the table any decision felt like trying to pass a law through congress. Especially when one girl in particular was actually trying to diet. I got swept along by the conversation but even as I was, I heard the rattling of clothes on a line and turned on my way out of the store. I saw a flash of half familiar golden hair through the cracks in the clothing. A blonde. I didn't want to interrupt the flow of conversation since it seemed whoever she was she had wanted to avoid coming along. As an introvert I could related after all. Though something about her was familiar.

As with most important political matters our group of opinionated fatties settled on a compromise, we’d all just get whatever we wanted and then meet at a designated location. Thus, our great kingdom became briefly divided. Connie went over to the local Tex-mex place and ordered in a hushed conspiratorial tone with the girl behind the counter in Spanish. Doe went with her and at one point interjected into the conversation with her own near fluent spanish, much to the surprise of the girl behind the counter. Paige went to a more traditional western fast food joint and got herself a juicy burger and some fries. As for Eliza and I, we sat and waited for everyone to come back and sated an entirely different sort of hunger. A food court was rife with opportunities for us to indulge in our fetishes. Not only that but after Eliza’s “show stopper” I was effectively completely out of energy. Which meant some poor mall goers were going to wind up sampling and spending far more than they were intending to. We picked one of the bench seats to accommodate the width of our groups collective rears and I sat on her right. Leaning my head onto her shoulder so I could watch her work. As I did, I couldn’t help but notice something a little odd about the app.

At the top of the apps screen was a grey bar that looked to be 70% full, at the end of it was a very odd little symbol, it was the world, continents included, but with the added eyes and mouth from the ghost mode icon. “Uh honey you didn't pick up any perks did you” I asked her curiously as I eyed the bar. “Believe me I would have but you need to be using the PC version, why?” she shot back licking her lips as she began to assess who she’d be targeting. “So, what’s that bar?” I said poking it. “An update I think, it had already started when I yoinked your phone” she explained pausing to give me a confused look. I blinked a few times. It must’ve started after I left the coffee shop. Anybody who’s used a computer knows the anxiety of a new software update. But L.B.L Up in particular left me plenty of reasons to be concerned. For one thing, the last major updated had possessed me and got me into a relationship, secondly given what the app was capable of I wasn’t unconvinced a misplaced rune wouldn’t sunder space time or something. I was pulled from my reverie by a slap on my booty from Eliza. “Don’t be such a drag, it’ll be fine” she said giving me a smooch on the cheek. I bumped my knuckle against one of her giant life preservers and she squeaked out of embarrassment.

First went the people who were going up to order, hot coeds who were simply there to pick their friends up some frappes, suddenly clutched their middles and bought some pastries. The hot but slightly pudgy milf who had been about to order something for her diet switched to a double stack burger. None of them recognized anything out of place with their emergent hunger, but they knew they needed to eat far more. When they carried their more hedonistic orders back to their tables they began to eat, cramming their ill-gotten goods into their mouths with hedonistic greed. Unable to focus on anything but eat, text messages went ignored, table manners went forgotten. They were filled with hunger, and their need to fill their stomach took precedence over all else. Then a devilish thing began to happen. That ravenous hunger started to spread, bouncing to adjacent tables as Eliza danced from prey to prey. A contagion of hedonism passing through the food court.

Connie wound up having to lug her bulk around to get through the oncoming queue of people returning to order yet more food, having found their original meals unsatisfactory. Anything less than filling themselves to the absolute limits of their capacity wasn’t enough for them. The latina returned with two overflowing plates of alambres, placing them on the table before letting her heaving bulk fall onto the bench, panting a little. She could just about get her gut behind the table, but it was a tight squeeze for the immense glutton. Doe joined her on that side of the table but it was a struggle given their shared width. Paige mercifully begun to return before the hedonistic chaos of Eliza’s work kicked up to full swing. I couldn’t help but feel my gaze laser focus as she attempted to take a seat. I needed to assess her butt. When she took a seat it hung over the edges and the back like mine did, dramatically too big for the meager seating arrangement. I planted a hand on my own butt experimentally to get a feel for just how much it stuck out behind me. As I did, I couldn’t help but gulp. It did seem almost like it was bigger. But that was impossible, seeing as I had checked the measurements with L.B.L UP.

We ate and chatted amidst the eye of the brewing storm of gluttony. While Connie and Doe cuddled and the big latina stuffed her face, across in the mexican place she had left moments prior plates were piling higher by the second. Patrons becoming stuffed heavy with greasy food, unable to keep from the occasional gaseous release, yet that only opened space for them to consume even more. Keeping them tracked in a cycle of gorging. While Paige traded barbs with Eliza the fast food place, she had left also entered a state of chaos albeit for different reasons. My lover had gone a little heavy on the staff instead of the patrons, and the chefs working in the back were starting to sample much too greedily from their own stock, and what was left was usually gobbled up by the serving girls. Leading to some very displeased customers. Yet one in particular stood out to me, nestled in one corner, behind the wall that was nearest the food court. I wouldn’t have noticed her, barring her blonde hair. It was Megan, the shy girl who I had assumed had a crush on Olive. It had been her in the swimsuit store as well. I didn't really feel the need to bring it up. But it was a little odd. Unfortunately, I was a touch distracted by the simple pleasures of being surrounded by gorgeous fatties. We chatted about everything from food, to crushes, to the usual fat girl problems. Till we went our separate ways to prepare for the party that evening.