Chapter 3 - besties

The door swung open, and standing in the doorway was one of the fattest women Chris or Tiffany had ever seen. He realized immediately that from a distance he must have underestimated her proportions dramatically when he guessed her weight at maybe 350 poinds in a flowy dress - there was absolutely no way she was an ounce under 400 pounds, probably pushing 450. The woman was fat everywhere. She was wearing a tank top the size of a circus tent, and a pair of leggings stretched beyond what seemed top be their maximum capacity. She had a thick slab of blubber framing her face from ear to ear, enveloping the area where he neck must have been. Long silky blonde hair rested on her flabby, floppy, barely restrained breasts in the front, and over her bulky, puffy shoulders in the back. Her belly protruded and drooped significantly downward, stuffed inside her leggings and clearly being dragged by gravity to a resting position not that far from the quivering mass of blubbery cellulite where her knees must have been hiding. It was hard to make out but her thighs almost certainly had enormous fat folds running from the obscured area under her belly outwards. Chris could only imagine how flabby the fupa concealed under the apron of her blubber must have been. From the front, you could tell that the back end was almost a mirror in the way that it protruded. Her love handles had swallowed her waist and grown upwards, combining with large slabs of drooping back fat to form a deep canyon of a fold. Staying aware of time and not wanting to awkwardly skip a beat, Chris gathered his breath and spoke up first:

"Hi there! I'm Chris and this is my wife Tiffany as well as our two little ones, I don't know if you saw but we just moved in right down the road from you, and we wanted to swing by and introduce ourselves since we're your new neighbors." he said, in his friendliest possible voice.

A smile creased the morbidly obese woman's pudgy and scarlet cheeks.

"Well shoot! I was wonderin' what was taking y'all so long to come on up here and say hello!" she burst out in a bubbly and excited tone.

"My name's Katelyn! Come in, come in! I just made a tray of cookies, let's all get acquainted! I'm so excited to have another young family so close by!" she beamed, waddling herself at top speed into position to return back down the hall.

Chris and Tiffany shot each other a smirk as they stepped inside the doorway, glad to see that Katelyn was so hospitable. They went inside and followed Katelyn as she shook and shuffled her way down the hall. The symphony of blubber shifting around entranced both Chris and Tiffany. They took in the appearance of the enormous woman confidently heaving herself forwards in front of them and were simply in awe of her size. Tiffany had never been one to look down upon fat people, but in the shock of what she was seeing she couldn't help but think to herself "damn, how the heck does somebody ever even get that big??" As Tiffany and Katelyn's children very quickly got acquainted and took to playing in the family room, the three adults sat around the kitchen table.

Katelyn was somewhat underexaggerating when she said she had just finished a "tray" of cookies. It looked like she had finished several dozen trays of cookies. A chocolate chip mountain sat before them on the kitchen table, and as they all sat around talking it was slowly but surely whittled down to crumbs with the bulk of it finding it's way to Katelyn's cavernous belly. Chris sat there attempting not to stare as cookie after cookie after cookie was picked up, plopped into Katelyn's fat cheeks whole, chewed maybe 3 times, swallowed, and then immediately replaced with another one in an almost mindless repetition of eating. He was quite sure she wasn't even aware of it, like she was nothing but a slave to the cookies set to devour them on autopilot.

With Katelyn's personality the three very quickly started talking as if they were old friends. Katelyn talked about her husband Curtis who managed a popular restaurant in town and how they had met when she went to work there as a job to help pay for college. The walls were lined with old photographs. To the surprise of Chris and Tiffany, the pictures served as a collage documenting a once mildly chubby young woman resembling Katelyn's rather rapid descent into morbid obesity. At one point while reminiscing about marrying Curtis, she patted her belly and said "and that's when I started workin' on THIS thing!", letting out a deep chuckle which shook her entire corpulent being, reverberating for several seconds afterwards. Chris shifted in his chair to contain the mild erection he was developing while Tiffany laughed nervously, having been taken off guard by the forward and open way that Katelyn spoke.

After about an hour of talking Chris essentially excused himself from the conversation, electing to just sit back and observe. The two ladies had burned through the stage where a couple of strangers are sort of feeling each other out, past "when are you due?" questions for the very pregnant Tiffany and were now on the topic of "favorite shitty horror B-movies" and "who was your embarrassing boy-band crush when you were in middle school". They were gabbing on and on like a couple of young girls at a slumber party. He had never seen Tiffany take to a relative stranger so quickly, and he couldn't believe his incredible luck. His wife had almost certainly just made best friends with their extremely obese neighbor. While he didn't want to interrupt the amazing bond that seemed to be forming between the two women, Chris did have to point out that they had been talking for almost two and a half hours, and it was way past their kids' nap time. Tiffany snapped back to reality with an "oh SHIT I completely forgot!" and politely excused herself to go collect her kids. As they made their way out the door she probably said about 4 times "it was SO nice meeting you, it's great to see we'll have friends nearby!" as she and Katelyn exchanged cell numbers, Tiffany encouraged her to give her a call to hang out whenever possible, as they were both homemakers in their early 30s and she would love for their kids to play together.

As Tiffany shuffled towards the door behind the enormous mass of their host, Katelyn promised they would definitely hang out VERY soon, pivoting in a circle with some difficulty, and reaching out for a big bear hug. An awkward dance of an extremely pregnant belly and an extremely fat mound of lard ensued, much to Chris' amusement as the two new friends couldn't help but laugh at the fact that they couldn't muster more than a strange arm-hug. Chris carried their daughter and their son hopped along in front as the young family made their way back across the rather large yard between the two houses. Tiffany had an almost giddy tone of excitement in her voice, repeating herself to Chris how nice Katelyn was, how much they had in common, how she had a feeling they were going to be great friends, and how happy she was that they had the great fortune of moving where they had. She was grinning from ear to ear and had a bit of a gleam in her eye. Chris knew she had found a new best friend.