chapter 3

Curious despite the decrepit aspect of the hallway, Nym was eager to get backstage and she followed the tall orcish girl with a smile on her lip, only for her expression to shift to confused stupor as she felt her fat laden hips bump against the door-frame, her body far too thick to slip through the doorway, despite Tamyana having no issue at all.

Blushing under her foundation, the elf cursed under her breath. ‘’Not again…’’ Like when she entered the compound, she stepped back and shifted her body sideways, attempting to slip though, but even then, her rotund belly and her well-padded rump were pausing problem. Hell, even her tits were a bit too generous to squeeze through. With a cute little grunt, the obese elf tried to suck in her belly and push through, not without making some progress, but even if her body was soft and pliable, this was a very tight squeeze. She might need a hand to get through if Tamyana didn’t want to watch her plump companion struggle for minutes getting through a single door.

Sighing in exasperation, the blue haired poser commented with a whiny voice: ‘’Were these hallway built for goblins? Ugh…this is ridiculous.’’

The obese elf poser was quite aware of the show she was giving to Tamyana, wedged in the door like rising dough squeezed in a too small mold. Helpless in the precarious situation, the chubby punk girl could nothing but puff in indignation when the tall activist dared put her hands on her massive melons to push her back from the doorway. Nym she didn’t said nothing; even if it was quite obvious the toned girl was biting her tongue not to burst into laughter. It wasn’t like the half-orc had much place to put her paws, with all the space Nym’s opulent bosom was taking in front of her. As she was pushed out of the doorway, the blue haired beauty watched with a sting of envy as the lean athlete slipped effortless back on her side of the obstacle, her hips not even coming close to brush the sides of the doorway.

If Nym had any street smarts, she would absolutely refuse to be pushed by a stranger inside a shady cramped hallway she had no mean to escape by her own means, but the possibility of letting herself walk into a trap didn’t crossed the suburban elf, despite being literally too fat to fit through the door. Instead, the busty girl was growing impatient to get through, fearing she would miss too much of the speeches if they lingered in place.

Nym welcomed Tamyana’s push with a nod, also using her own hands and feet to squeeze her enormous figure through the cramped doorway, her overfed curves oozing through the gap slowly and with great effort, until her massive belly finally slipped through with a **pop**. The sudden release from the door’s embrace was enough to send them both flying in the hallway stumbling. The plump elf was knocked off balance by the tall half-orc, landing on her belly and breast with a loud thud. Nymeria’s face was momentarily swallowed by her own cleavage while she bounced on the soft pillow of her rolled gut. Her muffled scream of surprise was almost inaudible through the pounds of boob flesh, until she eventually managed to push herself up enough to breathe freely, resting on her elbows, half suspended on top of her own decadent body. She could feel Tamyana’s weighting on her soft back, and was unable to move, already barely mobile when she had only her own body to support.

- ‘’Ugh…Get off! I am squished here!’’

Eventually, Nym could feel the toned form push herself away, soon standing by her side. Still, it took a lot of struggle for the cumbersome plumper to even get herself on hands and knees. Her belly was hanging heavily under her, brushing against the concrete floor and pulling her down with its staggering weight. Her bosom was its own anchor, the pull of gravity making it almost impossible for the weak chubby girl to push herself up without some kind of support. It was quite embarrassing, and the longer it took Nym to get up, the more she struggled, trying to hurry, only to fail and collapse back on her belly with a slapping noise. ‘’Humff!’’ If she went slowly, she knew she could make it back on her feet, but she was trying to hide her struggles to Tamyana and it backfired. The helping hand came a little late, but at this point, Nym’s pride was already destroyed and she gladly accepted the assistance.

Even with her impressive orcish strength, Tamyana’s muscles flexed hard to lift the laden mass of this blubbery elf. Nym could see the other’s arms bulge, and all her core muscle ripple under her tight top. Back on her feet, Nym quickly dusted herself, moving her chubby hands over her massive breasts and belly to get off some of the dirt she collected while struggling on the ground. Tamyana could notice that the elf was so obese her arms could just barely reach over the expanse of her curves. This simple struggle was hinting toward more issues, including a few disturbing questions about how the obese girl managed to reach herself...

The hallway was wider than the doorway, meaning that the overfed elf could move without being pushed along the way. Still, she preferred to move sideways, even if it was slower. She didn’t liked feeling her love handles brush the walls on both sides. At this point, the trouble occurring in front of the stage was spreading, and right by the main door, panic replaced confusion. A human SWAT team suddenly barrelled inside, launching a tear gas grenade in the middle of the gathering, and beginning to move toward their targets without consideration for the risk of triggering a trample in the overcrowded place. Thing were getting sour pretty quickly, but in the front rows by the stage, the situation wasn’t quite obvious yet. The police never announced themselves; there was only confusion and fear.

The heavy walls of the hallway hid all sound of the chaos outside from the duo. Tamyana walked slowly, just behind Nym so that she could help, should the elf ever get stuck again. As they walked, Tamyana seemed pensive, and without much warning, the tall rugged activist blurted a question, apparently thinking out loud :

- "How long has it been since you last got a chance to fuck someone?" She blinked, surprised at herself. Visibly trying to recover from the blunder, she cocked a flirty smirk as Nym stopped in her tracks and turned herself toward Tamyana, raising a brow and placing a first against her plush waist.

- ‘’What kind of question is that?’’ Facing the half-orc, she was taking all the width of the hallway, her well-padded hips touching both sides, buttery flesh taking all the space it could.

Her enormous voluptuous chest was heaving slightly inside the confine of her tight top, her vest hugging the sides of those huge orbs of feminine opulence without any chance of ever closing over them. With the earlier struggle, her belly had escaped the confine of her short and was spilling down to the top of her thighs. From this angle, it was impossible to know the color of her shorts anymore, or if she was even wearing any. Despite all this girth, all this mass, Nym looked small and weak as she stood up, eyeing the street girl with a disappointed gaze. She was acting though and scandalized, but she was helpless and vulnerable and deep down, she knew it.

The question stung the blue haired elf quite a bit, for she had been experiencing a lot of frustrations on that angle in recent years. Despite how boldly she was displaying her curves, and how confident she tried to appear, the through was that being fat positive wasn’t easy at all, especially for an elf. She could tell herself she looked fabulous and sexy, but she wasn’t having a lot of luck with her love life. And now, it seemed to Nym that the girl she thought was some kind of closeted fat admirer was maybe only having a pity pick with her. The cringey question was telling a lot about how this girl was seeing this whole situation. Tamyana was a hot, toned jock and she was getting herself a fat ugly duckling to feel good about herself.

- ‘’Is that it? Do you think I am some kind of charity case, and that you are going to have an easy fuck with me? Bitch please…’’

- "No I don't think you'd be easy to fuck at all..." Quickly replied the half-orc, a bit on the defensive and trying to avoid starring at the massive pillow of fat that was obscuring Nym’s neither region from sight. After a few awkward seconds of silence, the gorgeous activist finally looked up, meeting Nymeria's gaze with her own, and she slowly reached out her hand. Moving slowly, she cupped Nymeria's cheek. Her strong fingers sinking softly into the plump flesh.

- "You're fat. But... I don't care about that. You're fat, I've got tusks, we all got our issues... ‘’ Closing her yes for a moment, she let her hand drop from Nymeria's cheek down to her bosom. Trailing her fingers across the mass of exposed cleavage she continued, "I don't pity you. But I'm not going to pretend you're not… massive. You're huge and I think you are still hot, but I bet your size isn’t always welcomed. I just wanted to know when your last time was... You don’t have to answer." Pulling away, Tamyana looked up once more and chewed on her lip.