chapter 8 (part 2)

With Mel well and truly comfortable, Liz made good on her offer and began rubbing her blubbery lover down from head to toe. She started with Mel’s meaty thighs, the circumference of which boggled Liz’s mind. It was obvious why Mel could only muster a slow unsteady waddle whenever she needed to walk anywhere. Turning her attention upward, Liz began massaging the dense rolls of blubber across Mel’s expansive waist. Jiggly and fat to the touch, Liz could feel the fullness beneath all of Mel’s blubbery fluff. Before Liz could make her way up to Mel’s swollen breasts, Mel grabbed her hand, stopping her.

“I want sex.” Mel whispered sounding desperate.

“Horny?” Liz teased gliding her fingers between Mel’s thick legs only to pull away since they were in public.

“Yesssss.” Mel practically drooled.

Wanting to play with her lover a little more, Liz smiled and replied, “Tell you what. Since you’re being feisty today, how about we race back to the hotel. First one back, gets to be the boss in the bedroom for the rest of the trip.”

“Really?” Mel doubted.

“Really. I’ll even give you a 15-minute head start.” Liz promised.

The hotel was past the boardwalk and a block down on the other side of the adjacent street. It wasn’t a far walk by any means, Mel had been able to manage it this morning. Yet now she was stuffed to the brim and practically immobilized…

“Come on, where is that competitive spirit Mel?” Liz taunted with a playful poke to her girlfriend’s anchor of a gut.

“You’re on.” Mel growled deciding that she’d give Liz the stuffing of her life once she beat her back to the hotel. With any luck, indulging in junk food once again would derail Liz’s dedicated efforts to remain in tip top shape.

Struggling, Mel attempted to roll herself to her side, but she’d sunken into the sand a little bit. Realizing she was stuck, Mel demanded, “Help me up.”

“Of course.” Liz smiled, as she did as Mel asked and helped lift her to her feet, “your 15-minutes starts now.”

“No problem.” Mel hummed, as she began her waddle across the warm sand. She grunted from the exertion, her belly jiggled up and down, but Mel was determined to succeed so she ignored her fullness and kept moving.

Chuckling to herself, Liz watched her girlfriend’s blubbery ass sway side to side with each labored step. Laying down in Mel’s imprint in the sand Liz couldn’t help but marvel at their contrast in size. Mel’s imprint was almost four times wider than Liz’s body!

Getting across the sand was an exhausting experience, but Mel managed it with 10 minutes to spare. Making her way slowly across the boardwalk, Mel’s poor conditioning was taking a toll on her speed. Her joints were sore, her lungs were working overtime, and she was sweating buckets. When Liz eventually made it across the street, she only had two minutes left on her head start. The hotel was only one block away, but as full and fatigued as Mel felt, it might as well had been a mile.

Victory was in sight, but Mel was now desperately trying to suck in air thanks to how overheated she felt from overexerting herself. She needed to take a little break in the shade somewhere before making the final push to victory. There was no other way she was going to make it to the hotel. Just then, as she was trying to ignore how sore her feet were beginning to feel, Mel caught whiff of a delicious scent.

It was coming from an old looking bakery she was about to pass. Desiring a donut, a drink as well as some air conditioning, and a seat to rest her weary legs, Mel turned her mammoth body toward the lifesaving establishment. However, just as she’d made up her mind, something inside her brain stopped her in her tracks. It was a feeling. Something Mel would have preferred to ignore, but she couldn’t.

‘I’m not going to make it to the hotel if I stop here…’

As much as Mel didn’t want to believe it, she knew, deep down, just how much of a glutton she’d become. Gazing at her reflection in the bakery’s window, Mel could clearly see how huge she’d grown. She’d gained nearly 400lbs in three years.

A fatty like her wasn’t going to make a quick pit stop and go on her merry way. Even though she was full beyond belief from lunch, she knew she had a second stomach for dessert that wouldn’t be satisfied with just one donut. She’d need far more than that.

‘What’s the harm with indulging?’ The submissive fatty within Mel asked from the depths of her consciousness.

It was a question Mel didn’t have an answer too. She was already fat beyond belief. It wasn’t like she could ever lose weight again if she tried. At that moment, Mel didn’t quite know it, but her brain permanently ceded decision-making control to her stomach.

“Oh to hell with it.” Mel muttered to herself. There was no resistance left in her. It had been years since her stupid agreement, since the genesis of the ridiculous bet, that had caused her body to inflate to such outlandish proportions. Mel didn’t care if she won or lost this latest stupid bet. She needed some donuts!

Waddling toward the entrance, Mel realized the door of the bakery looked small. Like very small. Like so small that it didn’t meet the standard 36-inch door width of most American doors. Mel cautiously opened the door, tilted her body to the side and tried to squeeze her way inside. Meeting stiff resistance thanks to her massive butt and belly, a patron in the bakery, who heard the commotion of Mel trying to squeeze herself inside, turned to her and grunted rather judgmentally, “Maybe it’s a sign.”

“Hmm?” Mel hummed wondering why the sorority looking diva in front of her was speaking to her.

“If you can’t even fit through the doorway, maybe you shouldn’t be eating fattening pastries and junk.” The young woman with almond-brown eyes grunted rudely.

Shocked into silence, Mel felt a fit of anger burning within her. Leaning forward, and using every ounce of her strength, Mel plopped her body through the miniscule door and gave the judgmental b*tch in front of her the middle finger.

By the time Mel made it to the front of the line to order, she made sure to yell loud enough for that skinny little princess to hear her, “I’ll have a dozen of the fattest donuts you have!”

15 minutes later, Liz entered the bakery, having spied her massive piggy gorging herself in a booth on the other side of the bakery’s big window. Catching a glimpse of her beautiful lover approaching, Mel smiled so much her dimples started showing, “You’re looking great love!”

“So are you,” Liz laughed as she approached the table and playfully patted her lover’s thick tummy.

Before Liz could say anything else, Mel conceded, “You win, Liz”

“Don’t I always?” Liz laughed, as she watched Mel reach into her bag of donuts and extract two more, before greedily plopping both into her greedy mouth.

Mel savored each for a nanosecond before turning her attention back to her lover, “I don’t just mean today. I mean forever.”

“Oh? About time. You don’t seem too choked up about it.” Liz smiled, as she sat down next to her and wrapped her muscular arm around her lover’s thick neck. She loved the way Mel’s belly oozed both above and below the table she was eating at.

“At the end of the day, there’s always serendipity: finding something good in something bad. I never wanted to be this fat, but I can’t deny that I’ve loved the journey so much… I never want to go back.” Mel admitted truthfully finally resigned to her fate as a faithful subordinate fatty.

“Not that you even could go back if you wanted to.” Liz teased with a little forceful pinch to Mel’s big jiggly love handles.

“Haha, true.” Mel smiled reaching into her bag of donuts for more only for Liz halt her progress by grabbing onto her wrist.

“I never stop you, but I think you’ve eaten enough.” Liz cautioned, while lustfully pointing toward the narrow doorway of the bakery, “I think it’s time to head back to the hotel for your reward while we can still fit you through that door.”

“Sounds good to me. I’m full anyway.” Mel shrugged feeling butterflies in her stomach since the moment Liz mentioned a reward.

Giggling gleefully with enjoyment, Liz leaned in, grabbed a big gob of fat around Mel’s expansive midsection and whispered, “We’ll see about that when we get to the hotel fatso.”

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