chapter 5

Chapter 5

Mel had parked across the road from the party. She would've liked to have parked in driveway that stretched up from the road and wound around the side of the house to the back, but it was full of cars already. The incident at her mother's place had meant she had to double back home and change out of her tattered pants. As the day was continuing to heat up she'd opted for another pair of shorts. Unfortunately, the only pair she was able to pull up over her massive ass and pull closed was a pair of denim cut offs that she usually only wore around the house. She hadn't worn them since last summer and now they strained heavily against her heavy gut, leaving a thick roll of belly fat spilling over that jiggled with every step.

I had gotten an edited version of the video Mel had recorded (one that didn't include her mother screaming at her) and had been waiting impatiently all day for her arrival. Myself and a friend were standing at the end of the driveway just in front of the garage, drinking beers and catching up when Mel's car pulled up across the road. Even at a distance, you could see the suspension of her car lift significantly as she heaved herself out. She got the cake off the back seat and began her slow, lumbering journey across the road and up the driveway. If I hadn't been watching, I could have easily heard Mel coming. The driveway was steep, and she puffed heavily trying to drag her girth up it.

"OOF. Can someone. Take this cake. My feet are. Hurting." Mel panted, using her one free hand to wipe sweat from her brow. My friend looked on, shocked as Mel's body jiggled as she tried to get her breathing under control. He grabbed the cake and quickly took it around the back of the house where the rest of the party was. We greeted one another and hugged. As Mel raised her thick arms to hug me I saw two dark patches of sweat had already formed under her arms. A little bit buzzed, a few words slipped out of my mouth. "How's my piggy doing?" I whispered into her ear. Mel grabbed both my shoulders then and took a half step back, staring daggers at me as if to say "How dare you call me that".
I quickly tried to backtrack and stammered "I just meant, that video you sent earlier. All that food."
Mel gave me a cheeky grin then and replied "I thought you might like that. But that was just for you. Don't call me piggy... At least when there's other people around" she reached down and gave my cock a quick squeeze, "Now where's the cooler, ya girl needs a drink" With that she turned around and walked around to the back of the house, rocking her hips heavily from side to side, as much as those pants would allow. I quickly readjusted myself before following her.

As the day went on and the drinks flowed I became more brazen in my behaviour. I brought Mel plates of food and made sure her drink stayed full. I think she was grateful as it meant that she didn't have to heave her fat ass out of her chair that she'd been firmly planted in for most of the afternoon. Mel was easily the biggest girl at the party, and I didn't want her burning through calories unnecessarily.

After Mel's third piece of cake (at this point the rest of the party were giving us sideways glances, as this fat piggy shovelled food into her face) I leant down and whispered in her ear, "meet me in the bathroom upstairs in 5 minutes, I wanna show you something". With that I went inside and waited impatiently for what seemed like forever. The first indication I got that Mel had agreed to my request was the vibrations of her heavy footsteps, accompanied by the groans and protests of the stairs themselves. Not wanting to miss the show, I ducked my head out the door and watched Mel make her way up the last few steps. The way the house was laid out, she was facing away from me at the top of the landing. I could hear her heavy breathing as she attempted to catch her breath, holding onto the railing with one hand, other hand on her chest, trying to calm her pounding heart. After about a minute of Mel muttering "Shit" and "Oh fuck" under her breath, she turned and began waddling towards the bathroom. "Watching me again were you, creeper?" She smirked. I just smiled and grabbed her by the hand and pulled her into the bathroom.

By this point in the afternoon we were both admittedly drunk. Groping and fondling, I immediately worked Mel's fat gut out of her shorts and started playing with her belly button. Mel moaned as she bit my lip. I had managed to get her positioned in front of a full length mirror, so I could turn my head slightly and watch her pale body ripple. It was what she said next that broke my concentration. "Is this why you brought me here, so you could stare at ALL this?" Mel grabbed her belly with both hands and shook it violently, causing it to slap against her thighs. She had turned her head slightly was looking at me through the mirror. I looked about half her size, pressed up against this massive whale of a woman.
"Not exactly" I replied, then I leaned in closer, "I wanna weigh you to see how much bigger you've gotten" with that I gave her a firm smack on the ass. She gave a nervous giggle, sending her body into a wave of jiggles. She was still flushed from coming up the stairs, but now she was beet red. Her forehead began to glisten with droplets of nervous sweat. I took my hands off her and took a couple of steps to the corner of the room, picking up the scale and placing it in front of her. "C'mon, babe." I asked playfully, "ever since we went out the other night I've been dying to know".
Mel seemed unsure, shifting uneasily on her chubby feet. "I don't know, if I do, you can't tell ANYONE. I know I've put on weight..." she mumbled.
"I know you have too babe, and you know how much it turns me on. It will be our. Little. Secret." With those words I planted my lips on hers and beckoned her gently towards she scale. She placed her feet on the scale and looked straight at me, as if she dare not look down. I came along side her so I could check the reading.

390 pounds, the scale read. A smile spread across my face as I grabbed Mel and pulled her into me. Grabbing and pinching and biting, more aggressively than before. I began stripping her clothes off before she placed both hands on my shoulder and said "I take it you're happy with the number on the scale then?" I nodded quickly and began kissing her plump lips before she again had to stop me, "Well, how heavy am I?" She asked.
"The scale said 390 baby" I replied.
"Oh, wow." Mel muttered after a brief pause. "And you still want me even though I'm almost 400 pounds?"
"Shut up", I replied, "You know I do"
Her demeanour changed then and she smiled, "Well whadda ya wanna do to me then Hun?" Mel asked seductively, running her fingers over her breasts and down her large, exposed belly.
I was full of beer and lust at this point so I simply grunted "Bend over" as I turned her around. "Grab hold of something".

I slapped her ass again, hard, as I began stripping her shorts off. I didn't bother with her top as it was now bunched up around her tits. It was her huge, hanging gut I was more interested in anyway. My pants came off and we made eye contact in the mirror as Mel bent over to grab hold of the bathroom counter. I slowly inserted myself into her as she gave out a low moan and closed her eyes. Grunting and pumping away, Mel occasionally turned her head and looked at me, before taking one hand away and using one hand to grab one of her rolls and give it a jiggle. I knew how big she was, but I wanted to hear her say it. I was getting close and knew that it would probably tip me over the edge. "Tell me how big you are" I said jerkily, as I kept thrusting, my pelvis slapping into her massive behind, sending ripples all the way up her body.
"How big I am?" Mel asked breathlessly. Our eyes locked and from this point she didn't look away again.
"Yes. I wanna know how FAT you've gotten." My pace quickened and Mel began leaning back into me with every thrust. I had to hold onto her hips to avoid being knocked out of her. The effect of her renewed participation meant that the inertia built up meant her belly now slapped heavily against her thighs with each thrust.
"I weigh 390 pounds of soft. Jiggly. Fat. Baby." She gasped. The more she spoke the more out of breath she was becoming. Our pace quickened again and I knew it wasn't far off. Mel continued, "I've just. Gotten so. FAT. Lately. I'll probably. Be over. 400. Soon. If. I'm. Not. Careful. OH. FUCK. ME. FUCK. MEEE."

We both came heavily then. Mel's breathing was so laboured and out of sorts I was concerned she might pass out. She reached down and pulled her underpants up before sitting heavily on the edge of the bath tub, trying desperately to catch her breath. To be honest I wasn't much better, pulling my pants up and turning to face her, now leaning on the same counter she had just held on to. After a few minutes it was Mel that interrupted the silence. "Well fuck me babe, that was just what ya girl needed" She looked at herself in the mirror and wiped the sweat from her face. "Come on then, you wanna go get me something to eat?"