chapter 4 - 'that hit the spot'

Michaela felt the cool, soft bedsheets against her knees and elbows. The night spun around her, the air thick with the smell of takeout and orchestrated by the sounds of sex. The lapping of her fat ass flesh felt like water against the shore; an unyielding tide that shook her whole body. She barely knew the time. She just knew she was high, boozed up, full as fuck, and being fucked till she was full.

The window let the easy night air into the room. Matt was behind her, his big strong hands firmly gripping either side of Michaela's titanic waistline. She felt his fingers dig into her soft adipose, her ass cheeks wobbling uncontrollably as he plunged himself into her over and over again. She felt his big belly crack against her lower back, heavy and hard. He breathed and burped softly as he moaned.

In front of her, Michaela had her face in between Mel's legs. She was crying out in ecstasy - she was very close to cumming. Mel was holding one of her tits and shaking her belly as Michaela licked her loins with the passion only a fat girl could muster.

Mel yelped out and grabbed a handful of Michaela's hair. She shook and Matt slowed up, clearly watching his girlfriend climax and taking in every shudder. Mel didn't wait for too long before she slide aside from the train of chubbies, and grabbed the last box of pizza. Michaela sat up, her eyes heavy and dazed, and stared at Mel.

She opened her mouth and let her tongue drop out.

Mel fed her while Matt fucked her. She offered the pizza softly and kindly, and Michaela slopped it up. It was room temperature but so dipped in grease that it flopped and dripped onto the 300lb heifer's chin.

Mel fed her half of the pizza before Matt eventually came explosively over Michaela's back.

As he collapsed onto the bed beside her, the kingsize gave out from the weight of nearly 900lbs. The wooden leg cracked, and the mattress slumped onto one side, rippling the blubbery trio and bringing their soft skin together in a large crash of sweaty, thick fatness.

They laughed and held each other. This drunken, fat, orgy was winding down - the three anti-athletes heaved and breathed with labour. Michaela saw Mel pick up the last of the chocolate and butter concoction and scoop it up with her finger. She stuck a sweet index finger in her mouth, and shared.

Michaela was exhausted. As she lay in between Mel and Matt, she heard talk of 'brunch' in the morning and nodded in interest. She burped and someone farted. They giggled like immature children, and Michaela reached out and put one hand on each soft belly on either side of her. In her right, she held Matt's hard fat; in her left, she squished Mel's blubbery muffin top.

"This was...insane." She breathed.

She dropped her hands and brought them to her own torso. Truly, neither of them had the poundage she had. She smiled faintly as she gently wobbled her own acreage. Mel placed a hand on Michaela's massive thighs; Matt brushed her breasts. And together, on a broken bed, they dozed off, knowing that the morning held yet another feast for them.