chapter 9

After I packed a suitcase and several belongings, the girls drove me to their apartment so I could get used to my new home. I knew it would take a few days to fully move in, so Jessie and Emily kindly agreed to help me with packing.

This is actually the first time I’ve seen the girls’ apartment, and I was quite surprised by what I saw. "Wow, how do you guys afford a place like this?" I asked as I stepped foot into their luxury sized flat. "My parents pay our rent, silly." Emily replied, tousling my hair. "Yeah, Emily's parents are filthy rich! They're the ones who helped us buy the bakery, remember?" The girls got into the apartment with relative ease. I imagine they must've gotten their doors refitted at least once, as no other apartments in the hallway had doors this large.

"Someday, though, that bakery will go big, and we won't need my parents help anymore, right Jessie?" Emily said cheerily, her belly wobbling and her hair swaying as she turned to face her friend. Both girls giggled an adorable giggle as they set some of my stuff down. I didn't doubt what Emily said. These girls really are talented in the kitchen, I'm surprised they don't get more traffic in their bakery. Though, I imagine their weight must scare off quite a few customers.

"Speaking of baking, though," Emily said rubbing her large gut, "we should really get to work on dinner. I'm starving!" "You're right! I’m thinking pasta, tonight!" Jessie said excitedly. "But you girls literally just had tacos." I said with a light chuckle. "Well yeah, but helping you move out really worked up an appetite!" Jessie replied, her belly grumbling in agreement. We had only carried in one load so far, but I didn't say anything, lest I sound ungrateful.

The girls got to work on the homemade pasta. “Do you two want any help?” I offered. “Not really, but feel free to watch if you want!” Emily said, a plump smile on her face. I did just that. And it was actually pretty interesting, I’ve never seen anyone make homemade pasta. And these girls were quite good at it, despite their heavy frames making it difficult for them to navigate around the kitchen. The brunette who crushed my bed was in charge of making the sauce, while the raven head who demolished my couch was tasked with making the dough.

Most of my attention was on the latter. After mixing together the ingredients, the dough would quickly become thick and tough to stir, so I would see Emily aggressively trying to mix it all together, the rapid and forceful arm movements causing her boobs to bounce around in a tantalizing manner. She often had to step back to take a breather (keep in mind, they were making a lot of pasta, so they needed a lot of dough). Each time she went back to continue stirring, she had to push her huge belly to the side so she could reach the counter. The first time around, I stood too close to her and got smacked by her immense gut. As much as I enjoy their company, I have to be careful around these girls. With bodies so colossal, they could probably be classified as lethal weapons. After producing several things of dough, Emily set out some flour and started kneading. I’d have offered to help, but her gigantic belly prevented me from reaching any of the balls of dough, so I just left her to it. Once again, her arm motions caused her boobs to jiggle around like crazy.

I had sex less than an hour ago, and I was already getting hard again. Emily seemed to notice my excitement, however. “Hey, Jessie, I’m getting pretty exhausted. You mind if I take a break and sit on the couch?” she asked. “No worries, Em! I was almost done with the sauce anyway! Mark, you wanna help me with the dough?” Jessie asked. “Actually, I think Mark would like to come sit with me on the couch.” Emily answered for me, grabbing my hand. Before they could start arguing, I interjected, “Actually, yeah, I think I want to just sit down for a bit.” I didn’t have a strong preference either way, but as I said, these girls are like lethal weapons, and standing too close to Jessie while she does something like kneading dough is probably a disaster waiting to happen.

Emily and I went to the couch. I, for some reason, decided to sit between her and the arm rest. Which put me at risk of getting crushed by her immense weight, but it was too late to change my mind without being socially awkward. As I sat down, I realized just how big this couch was. It was wide enough it could easily fit all 3 of us, and was tall enough that I couldn’t see behind it without standing up. I couldn’t say the same for the tall woman sitting next to me, though. Speaking of whom, after quickly making sure Jessie wasn’t looking, she placed her right arm around me, the arm fat acting like a pillow for my head. She then placed her left hand on my crotch, having to angle herself towards me so she could reach around her massive belly and breasts. Due to this angle, the unbelievable weight of her belly now rested on my knees, and while these girls seem to have no problem carrying around such a ridiculous amount of weight, I do not possess such superhuman strength. As a result, this really fucking hurt. But with a hard on like this, I wasn’t gonna stop now.

Emily then scooted away from me, leaned in, and placed her lips on mine. I should mention, kissing Emily was a lot different than kissing Jessie. Jessie’s kisses were a lot more energetic and involved a lot of physical contact. Meanwhile, Emily’s kisses tended to be slower, calmer, and had a touch of focused-on-the-moment romance to them. When she pulled away, she had a calm, dazed look in her eyes. I was temporarily distracted from how much my knees were killing me from having to support even a fraction of her belly. This is probably the only girl I’ve ever been able to have moments like this with, where I can just get lost in her eyes, and her in mine, and we don’t even have to say anything, the scene just speaks for itself. That’s probably the biggest difference between her and Jessie, come to think of it. Jessie was never one to open up emotionally. Even though Jessie’s become much sweeter and more kind over the years, I’ve still never been able to have an emotional moment with her. Not one like this, at least.

Emily pushed a strand of soft hair behind her ear, and we slowly pulled out of the moment. She placed my hands on her breasts, which despite now having a shirt over them again, were still incredibly soft. I could even feel from through the fabric where the bra ended and the flesh began. I slid one hand downward and started rubbing her huge belly. Despite my slow, gentle motions, her tummy still seemed to wobble around almost uncontrollably. She let out a cute giggle, which made her body jiggle even further. “What are you doing?” she whispered, smiling down at me. “O-oh, s-sorry…I’ll-“ “I didn’t say stop!” she interrupted, still whispering. Despite her complete obliviousness to its titanic size, she seemed to enjoy me rubbing her belly just as much as I did.

Emily and I continued this for a bit, but were soon interrupted by the sound of great booming footsteps approaching the couch. We quickly got into more casual positions before my extra large ex-girlfriend took a seat on the opposite side of the black haired behemoth who was fondling my crotch. “The pasta’s in the oven. I brought snacks for while we wait!” Jessie said cheerily, arms full of snacks. As if by the flip of a switch, Emily's attention was completely diverted and she dug into the snacks her friend brought over. Jessie soon followed suit, and they were off, first consuming a family sized bag of chips, then chowing down on a pack of Oreos, and I honestly don’t remember the rest of what they ate, but it was a lot. It was nothing, though, compared to the huge thing of pasta that came out of the oven an hour later.

I mean, even a regular sized thing of pasta is usually intended for a family. Even then, there are usually leftovers. But not for these girls. They prepared multiple pasta dishes, and sure enough (save for a normal sized serving saved for me) these girls ate all of it. It was…well, extremely sexy, if I’m being honest. Both girls got tuckered out pretty quickly after that, both going to their room soon afterwards and wishing me a goodnight. I sat on the couch for a few minutes, before I was beckoned over by Emily.