Chapter 5 - #005 /beach and bikini bottoms/

“You’re just lucky I don’t have class today” Jennifer informed me the next morning. She was right, it was lucky. It hadn’t even occurred to me she’d be busy with college when Cynthia and I had invited in her the previous day. The two of us had gotten breakfast immediately after waking up, though Jennifer ignored hers completely. Presumably because of her so-called diet. Based on how she was looking, it certainly wasn’t helping her on an overnight basis. The red headed girl looked closed to downright vast compared to most skinny girls. Her gut a hanging jiggling monument, laying over her chunky chaffing thighs. A downright flabby fat girl by anyone's description. Her choice of attire wasn’t helping hide it either. She had chosen a plain white t-shirt and some ill-fitting old bikini bottoms. I guessed she was more self-conscious about her gut than her rotund butt. But the shirt was so tight it just gripped her gut like a latex glove, highlighting its round shape and making it look even more round. Based on how she was fidgeting with the place the hem was digging into the bottom of her belly, I suspected she had figured it out. But was also maybe too proud to change it.

I prepared to tell her that I would’ve invited her anyways. But we were interrupted by the sound of the arcade door opening. We both knew who to expect. But I certainly wasn’t ready for the sight of her as she walked in. Cythia Silva walked in, though her overall thickness was already causing her to almost waddle. Clad in the same bikini she worn the day prior. She was clearly the same woman in every regard except her figure. That once spectacular Romanesque polish and definition was buried away beneath new layers of blubber soft thickness. Her strong defined legs looked like fluffy soft pillows, thick and wide in a noticeable eye-catching manner. Propping up a tush which was so soft and flabby I could see it from her sides through and the tiny fractionary remains of her thigh gap. It wasn’t just her lower half that had become soft an unexercised though. It was all of her, her arms her cheeks her face, they all had a cherubic softness and roundness to them that would’ve been unimaginable on the sharp woman of the day prior. Her surfboard midriff had become a soft muffin top, with the hints of a saddle bags and a cute little pot belly which hid a bit of her bikini bottoms. I felt a little bad. Not about having fattened her up a bit. But because the only area that didn't seem significantly softer was her chest. There was a bit of softness. But it wasn’t quite the double ds she would’ve been hoping for.

While I stood admiring my handiwork Jennifer couldn’t resist a slight upturned smile at the other woman’s presence. “I’m like so sorry for being late, there was this place doing these sea salt ice lollies and they were just so delicious” we could still see some of the pale blue sea salt juice on her cleavage and her right thigh. “I thought that place got closed down...” Jennifer mused, and I could see a slightly hungry look in her eyes. “Honestly, I think I might be keeping them in business single handedly, their just way too good to stop though.” Cynthia said with a ditzy but downright adorable giggle. She wasn’t a complete fatty like Jennifer was. According to the app her score was only 190 after I boosted it substantially. But she was soft enough that anybody would’ve said she was practically chubby and certainly softer than most of the beach going regulars we had seen. “They probably buy them from the store pre-refrigerated, I’ll spare you and won’t tell you which brand though” Jennifer said with something that almost, almost resembled a smile. If nothing else she looked a little bit less anxious.

Of course, once we got to the Beach I got the feeling what I had done using the arcade machine was all the more important. I had completely underestimated the amount of stares, we were going to get. If it was just me and Cynthia, I doubt it would’ve been so bad, but the three of us together really caught the attention of those around us. I wondered if it was the contrast that was really causing it. The sight of two soft overfed women, contrasted with my tall and long and curvy physique, particularly on the beach where our bodies were all the more on display. There was an even a whisper or two which I was happy to ignore. Though I could feel it start to weigh Jennifer down as much as her flabby body. She was certainly getting the most of the attention. A girl her size waddling around, getting sweaty on the beach. “How about we play some beach volleyball?” I offered up hoping to maybe break the mood a little. “Uh..” Jennifer started to trail off quietly. “Absolutely not, you’re like a head taller than each of us, and who’d want to get even sweatier in that heat” Cynthia told me cheerfully and I notice Jennifer perk up a bit. “Well as much as I like standing here, we should probably be doing something” I told her, one of the few times I couldn’t chillax was when I being forced to stand still. Thankfully Cythina had an alternative.

“Okay this, this is better than Beach Volleyball” I said taking a long sip of odd bubbly liquid. As It turned out, the shady tiki bar would sell these massive plastic cups with these weird curly straws. So people could lay back and enjoy a nice drink of...whatever they put in those drinks. We had it made in the shade, under a borrowed without permission parasol. I was sunbathing a bit personally, but the two softer girls seemed quite content to avoid sweating any more than their blubber would usually make them. It meant I was a little distanced from them. But I was more than happy to do so. I could hear them bonding behind me while they guzzled down their drinks. I didn't really think there was anything of substance being discussed it more just inane small talk. About college life, and good places to eat in the area. Cynthia was a chatterbox, but she was more or less just filling in the gaps since Jennifer was actually rather chatty for once. I wondered if I could charge her a finders fee in quarters for their blossoming friendship. If it wasn’t for the arcade machine, I doubted they ever would’ve broken the “Hot Beach Girl” “Fat Arcade Girl” barriers. Now they had common ground over the vaster than average amount of ground they filled with their fatter that typical figures.

“I’ll admit it, this isn't the absolute catastrophe I thought it was going to be” Jennifer murmured into her drink. Her point punctuated by the slurping sound of her sucking up more of the delicious drink. “I don’t want to be that girl...but...” I started to say trailing off intentionally. “Yeah, I know, you told me so or whatever” she relented before angrily slurping some more. “There is one thing missing though” Cynthia expressed kicking one of her thick thighs on top of the other as she tried to get comfortable. She was so thick they kept jiggling for a moment after. “Ah I know what it is” she said after a few moments of what was surely deep cerebral thought. She ran her hands down the soft curve of her middle and stopped at that sea salt blue stain from earlier. Scooping it up some of it with her index finger before bringing it up to her lips and giving her soft fingers a good long suck. “Geez between you and the girl who sleeps outside in the rain, I’ve got to ask, are people okay nowadays” Jennifer questioned at the display of Cynthia’s gluttony.

“Oh come on, it tastes great...” Cynthia suggested scooping up the last of it from the top of her inner thigh and holding her finger out towards Jennifer. The flabby red headed attempted to relent. But Cynthia still held a speed advantage, and one way or another she wound up with the smaller woman's fingers in her mouth. I’m sure she’d never admit it but I definitely saw her sucking a bit. “If you’re hungry enough to be doing that, how about we just get you two some actual food first, yeah” I told them. It was perhaps counter intuitive since the sight of them laying on top of one another looked absolutely adorable. To say nothing of how it highlighted aspects of their softness I couldn’t have viewed otherwise. “I highly doubt that feeding her addiction will do anything to improve her figure” Jennifer said leveraging her larger mass to gently shove Cynthia off of her. “Besides I’m..” she started to say no doubt about to reiterate her diet. “But I want some though” The blonde surfer said righting herself on the sand from where she had been dislodged. Leaving an impressive ass print in the warm sand. Jennifer and I shared a look. There was nothing we could do, she wanted some.

Those Ice lollies were as delicious as they were refreshing, even if they melted in the heat and things got a little messy. Particularly for Cynthia who for whatever reason seemed completely unable to eats hers without some of it winding up on her. Some of it even wound up on her overly plump rear somehow. Jennifer seemed more than happy to get an excuse to consume. It wasn’t just gluttony though, she was hungry to begin with from dodging breakfast. Using the machine hadn’t been the boon I hoped it was going to be. Jennifer was still so determined to change herself she was skipping meals. Cynthia still stared at every c-cup and up that passed us on the beach. But at least both girls were talking, enjoying themselves. And sharing in the overindulgence of delicious but very bad for them sugary treats.