Chapter 197 - #197 /the brand new family/

Of course, just because I had acquired some understanding of my own situation didn’t mean I was satisfied. I waddled downstairs and noticed the hip bruising banisters had been adjusted so I passed through without difficulties. The stairs still creaked and shook a little at my body mass. Since it seems there’s some things no amount of money and preparation can fully fix. Even the hallway had been adjusted to accommodate the larger sizes of the women who occupied the home. The front door had been widened slightly, and the furnishing the corridor had been adjusted to avoid further obstruction. It wasn’t just a home designed to accommodate the needs of a couple of plus sized girls. It had been fixed to allow for absolutely massive behemoths to waddle around with ease. I supposed they were remanent from when Connies Mother had been blimping up. Though I suspected Connie would be glad for the changes, given the trajectory of her own waistline. If she was gaining on purpose it was theoretical, she could stop at any time. But as I rounded into the living room and saw her such thoughts diminished greatly.

She looked to be passed out on the couch. Still clad in her swim suit from the night before, an empty giant bowl balanced on top of her tanned gut. I could just about make out the remnants of ice cream in and around her fat cheeks. It shook slightly as her gut expanded and retracted with her deep snoozing breaths. The TV was still on though it had been muted, some dumb cop procedural that had been going on for several hundred seasons playing. It was similar to the situation she had been in at the party. But there was something oddly warmer about it. I waddled over and hip bumped her. The larger woman letting out a slightly hoggish snort of surprise and lazily opening her eyes. “Move over” I told her with a chuckle. She let out a grunt and shifted her enormity over a bit. The couch seemed to have been upgraded to accommodating standards. Though it was still an incredibly tight squeeze to get us both sat down on it.

As we both sat lazily shaking the early morning fatigue, I stared out at the twin peripheries of our enormous guts. The long horizons of both pale and tanned blubber. Hers stretched out much wider and further, but mine was no slouch. I reached around to the front of it and squeezed it a bit as if to actualize its girth. I noticed Connie mirroring the motion curiously. “How do you think we got here?” I asked her the question slipping out before I could even really think about it. I knew the answer after all. “Well lots of food” Connie joked licking her lips in her typical gluttonous fashion. “But also It’s about pleasure versus what you get out of working” she said preparing to espouse her laziness manifesto. “Life’s all about having fun, and I have more fun eating delicious junk food for every meal, than I ever would being skinny” she said running her hands through the melted ice cream and licking her fingers clean. “My mom taught me that” she added with a chuckle.

“Oh so this isn't just a refusal to exercise combined with a weakness for delicious food, it’s just an expression of your deep held philosophical thoughts” I teased her elbowing her gut. “Well I’ll admit I’ve always had a gourmands apatite and my mom's attempt to do everything in her power to turn her daughter into something she wasn’t, might’ve rubbed me the wrong way” she explained with a shrug of her blubbery shoulders. She paused to put the bowl to her lips and greedily slurp and gulp down what remained of the melted ice cream. Letting out a slightly belch afterwards that rippled her tanned enormity. “But mostly this is just how I am, some people are just fat asses by nature” she said as if she were stating a fact of the universe. “You, Doe and Eliza might just be temporarily inconvenienced by chonking up, but all this, this is who I am” she explained boldly. Her words had a powerful aura of truth to them. Anybody who had seen her eat would know her love for food.

I couldn’t help but wonder in that moment how she’d react if I told her a story. A story about a girl with a similar appetite but who’s mothers' strict disciple had actually worked. Who as a result became closed off and quiet. Whose body was traditionally sexy but who’s demeanor spoke only to her irritation at having to maintain her excellent physique. A girl who when I first met, I wouldn’t have called my sister if you put a gun to my head. A girl whom I fattened up, out of some odd desire for justice, and whom I would come to bond with over a shared dislike of an overbearing and downright rude mother. Who opened up my social life in way I wouldn’t have quite expected. Who’s cooking was likely responsible for some non-L.B.L UP blubber on my oversized butt. A girl who had undeniably become my sister. The more I thought about it the more I thought she’d probably be most surprised that I had been jealous of her chest. I had been meaning to return her bust at one point after I shifted it to her gut. A thought which I looked back on as rather funny.

“Speaking of temporary inconveniences, you should bring your suit cases down from upstairs, we’ll be heading to the airport when Eliza and Doe get here” Connie explained grunting a little bit as she sat up and knocked the thankfully empty and sturdy bowl to the ground. There had been a time when the upcoming holiday to Syndey had been a source of stress and distraction. But in light of all that had happened with Olive I found the idea of exceptional. I needed a vacation, something exciting and fun in a normal way. I waddled up the stairs with a level of enthusiasm and quickness my blubbery body was not quite designed for. I belly bumped my door open and gathered all the suitcases together. I was about to bring them downstairs, but I was interrupted by a sound from my window. A branch snapping followed by a familiar, if out of character squeal of panic.

I darted to the window as fast as my soft figure would allow for and found Laura dangling from her fingertips clinging to my windowsill. The branch she’d usually use to climb into my room snapped, likely under her recent plumped up figure. “Hurry up and help me would ya” she squeaked and I panickily complied. My bottom-heavy figure proved useful as I leaned back and acted as a counter weight to pull her in through the window. Though that soon proved to be a bit of a minor squeeze. Her soft hips and fledging potbelly squishing slightly against the edges of the window. A grunt of effort eventually got her through. Though she wound up flopping into my cleavage before she could actually get to her feet. To say she looked embarrassed would be an understatement. Looking at how pink her cheeks looked I could almost forgive Eliza for teasing me so often assuming I looked half as cute as my elder sister did.

“Why were you even...” I asked her as she offered me a hand to pull me up. “I woke up a little before you and realized what had happened, I went to investigate to try and figure out what had happened” she explained. “You could’ve just asked” I told her as I adjusted a little. “Well, I didn't want to wake you, anyways, sufficed to say, I get the picture” she explained adjusting her glasses, they had seemingly been slightly bent when she landed amongst my chest. The motion brought attention to her eyes and I noticed a deep emotion behind her eyes. “I’m sorry” she said it without any hint of confidence or her usual calm. She fidgeted slightly as she said it. “Did you do something?” I asked her suddenly very concerned. “It’s not about what I’ve been doing, but about what I haven’t been doing” she explained twirling a handful of her purple hair. “I wasn’t there” she finished flatly. “It was a party to celebrate a graduation of a class you weren’t a part of” I told her softly. “It was an obvious target” she corrected me quietly.

“But that stops today” she explained with a half smile. “When I got back from England, I had no idea how to fit into our old life, let alone the strange magical new life you had made for yourself” she continued, bleeding a rare vulnerability. “But I tried so hard to figure out who and how I should be, that I failed to do the bare minimum of being there” she mused. I hadn’t ever really thought of her many disappearances as reappearances that way. I had just figured she was being strong and independent. “So no more, “arriving only when I mean to”” she promised taking off her glasses to try and bend the frame back into shape properly. “I can’t promise I’ll win any sister of the year awards” she said having seemingly righted them, and returning them to her pretty face. “But I’ll be there, as your sister” she explained. “Well then I hope you aren’t too attached to your size mediums” I told her teasingly attempting to return things to a more casual mood. “I’m a witch, I can overcome a couple of pounds” she told me with the icy confidence I had so admired when I was younger. “It’s more than a couple” I corrected her matter of factually. Any further sisterly verbal jousting was interrupted by the sounds of a doorbell going off downstairs. I heard it being swung open and the sounds of Doe and Connie greeting one another. “By the way if you don’t have a suitcase packed, she might eat you” I told Laura honestly as I grabbed my suitcases. “Oh, I don’t really pack anything when I travel, I can get everything I need when I get there” Laura explained with a shrug. With suitcases in hand I waddled downstairs to greet my lover.