chapter 3

Mark’s perspective:

I woke up the next morning in Jessie’s arms. I thought the first few hugs felt good, but feeling her soft, cushiony embrace for an entire night was nothing short of amazing. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so comfy in my life. I’m actually amazed that my bed was able to support her tremendous weight for a whole night.

We got up and made breakfast together. I wanted to make breakfast for her, but she insisted on helping on the grounds she has far more culinary experience than me. Now, I should mention something about my kitchen. It has counters on 3 sides, cooking utensils hanging from above, and a little island in the middle. For most people, there’s plenty of room to move around and prepare food. Jessie is not most people, not anymore at least. Every time she had to move from one part of the kitchen to another, she had to squeeze her massive body through the space between the island and the counter. Every time she took a step, I could hear the utensils banging against each other. At one point, she needed to get past me, and had I not moved out of the way when I did, I would’ve either fallen to the floor or been crushed against the island. While I was loving the new Jessie, she was definitely taking some getting used to. We made a regular sized breakfast for me, and for Jessie, a breakfast at least as large as the meal she ate at Marco’s. I could tell she was very hungry, in part because her stomach was constantly grumbling as we cooked, and also because of how frequently she taste tested the food.

Once we finished cooking, she sat her gigantic butt down on the couch and digged in. “Sho, [NOM] Mark, do you have any work today?” she asked, eating from one of 4 plates. “Nope, not on Saturday. What about you? Is the bakery open today?” “Yup! Emily and I are working on a wedding cake for this lovely lesbian couple that came by. [MMH] Plus, we get more customers on the weekend, and as small business owners, we need all the business we can get.” “Well, I’d definitely love to come by and try out what you have.” She gasped, “I’d LOVE that! Hey, if you’re not busy, why don’t you come over today?!” “Sure! We’re gonna have to pick up my car first, but after that, absolutely!” She cheered happily, her elbows pressing her breasts together as she expressed her excitement.

“You know, if I’m being honest, it’s a relief having some company over for once.” I spoke, sitting next to her on what little space was left on my couch. “What do you mean? Don’t you ever have friends over?” “I mean...no...none of my college friends still talk to me, and everyone at work is extremely antisocial.” She stopped eating for a moment, “So wait, you have no friends at all?” she asked. “I mean, not really, no...” After a short silence, she wrapped her arm around me, “Well, you have me...” We both smiled softly.

After she finished off her several course meal, we went out to bring my car back from the ice cream parlor, before driving to the bakery. Upon arrival, Jessie reintroduced me to Emily, who appeared to have undergone the same body transformation as Jessie over the past few years. In fact, except for their faces and hair, they both look identical. Equally fat bellies, equally massive boobs, equally tall in height (though to be fair, Emily was already tall back in college). They also both appear to be equally friendly, as the moment she saw me, Emily pulled me into a soft, squishy hug. “MARK! It’s been forever! How’ve you been?” she asked enthusiastically.

Just after Emily released me from her embrace, Jessie grabbed my hand and pulled me close, a hint of jealousy on her smile as she responded for me, “He’s doing great! He’s an accountant now, isn’t that right Mark?” “Yup! I’ve been doing that for about 2 years now. What about you Emily, what have you been up to?” I asked, trying to ignore the possible tension between her and Jessie. “I’ve been great! I’m sure you already know, but Jessie and I have been working at this bakery for the past few years. And so far, we’ve been loving it!” Just then, a timer went off from the kitchen. “Ooh! The brownies are ready!” Emily exclaimed. All of a sudden, both gigantic women practically ran into the kitchen, their fat bodies jiggling and the ground shaking beneath them.

“C’mon Mark! We made this batch just for you!” Jessie exclaimed, looking back at me as she entered the kitchen. I did as instructed, though I couldn’t actually enter the kitchen, as Jessie was standing in the doorway. Technically, her feet were in the kitchen, but with how big her butt is, there wasn’t any comfortable way I could get in.

As Emily pulled the brownies from the oven, Jessie grabbed some cookies for her and her corpulent friend to snack on while the brownies cooled off. “Mmh! Jess, these cookies are really good!” Emily exclaimed. “Thanksh! I made them myshelf!” My girthy ex-girlfriend replied, flattered. The girls continued to gorge themselves on cookies for the next several minutes, seemingly without any sign of slowing down. With appetites like theirs, it’s no wonder they got so huge in just 3 years.

“Hey, um, girls, I think the brownies might be getting cold.” I reminded them, which snapped them out of their cookie devouring haze. “Oh my god, you’re right!” Jessie exclaimed, quickly finishing the last of her cookie before she race walked to the stove. She tucked her smooth, brunette hair in the back of her shirt before leaning over and cutting up the brownies. As she did so, her humongous boobs hung down in an almost hypnotizing fashion, bouncing up and down as she cut up the chocolatey dessert.

“Mark, since we made this for you, we’ll let you have the first brownie,” Jessie said, looking straight at me. I quickly averted my gaze from her massive breasts. Luckily, I don’t think she noticed. I did, however, notice that Emily gave a slight look of contempt after I stopped staring, so Emily might’ve noticed.

I grabbed one of the brownies and took a bite. “Wow, Jessie, these are REALLY good!” I exclaimed. Jessie cheered excitedly, “I just KNEW you’d love them!” “Let’s not forget to thank the beautiful chef that prepared those brownies...” Emily interjected. “Thanks Emily!” I said, looking up at her. “Aww”, blushing, she pulled me into another soft squishy hug.

When we stopped hugging, I noticed another jealous expression on Jessie’s face. “Hey, what about the beautiful chef that helped make you breakfast this morning?” Jessie asked, holding her arms out for a hug. I leaned in and she pulled me close. While we hugged, Emily snuck over to the brownies and started gobbling them up. “Hey! Wait for me!” Jessie exclaimed, letting me go and turning around to grab some brownies.

I stood behind both girls as they leaned over and hungrily devoured their batch of brownies. Emily soon had to follow suit with Jessie and tuck away her thick, wavy, black hair into the back of her shirt, lest it fall in her face as she ate. They continued to shove chocolate square after chocolate square into their mouths, their bodies pressed against each other as they did so. It wasn’t in a sexual way, it was more to compete for space as they reached for the brownies. I imagine if they were in the bodies they had in college, they would not even have to make contact to reach for the same batch.