The bridesmaid

chapter 2

The Bridesmaid

1.
I hadn’t seen my cousin for 10 years though as children and teens we’d been close and we had kept in touch. Her wedding day would be the first time since we turned 18 that we’d see each other again.

As the bridal march started and we all stood I noticed the two bridesmaids for the first time. One of the girls was enormous, easily twice as wide as the other. Both girls had their hair up, the fat girls blonde as opposed to her friends darker hair. I’d say the hairstyle exposed the big girl’s neck but it was more of a thick roll of blubber that bulged at the base of her skull just below the hairline and formed a deep crease with her fat padded shoulders, where the tied ends of the halter dress peeped out.

No shoulder bones or shoulder blades were visible on her beautiful upper back, encased beneath thick fat. Her upper back blubber bulged sensually forming a crease with lower back rolls that curved thickly around her sides. The Moss green dress emerged from between these thick folds of flab then stretched out over a massive butt shelf.

Her friend’s dress in contrast billowed and clung to a pair of well sized but firm buttocks, her slender shoulders and prominent shoulder blades in stark contrast to her obese friend’s rolls of back fat. Where the dress floated around the slim girl, the dress clung and stretched over the big girl’s huge body.

As my cousin, the bride, neared the front we all turned. I turned a little less so I could admire the big fat bridesmaid in motion and get a side view of her magnificent figure. As she turned I noticed the size of her upper arms, massive blubbery pillows, at least four times the thickness of the other bridesmaid’s arms. The flab jiggled as she moved and dropped thickly over her dimple like elbow.

The halter top of the dresses appeared crocheted and accentuated the slim girl’s ample breasts, draping from them in an almost straight line to her ankles. The top of the massive girl’s dress stretched tautly over flabby breasts that seemed to merge into a thick roll of blubber that curled around her side to become one of her gorgeously thick rolls of back fat.

The contrast in the size of the bridesmaid’s turned me on immensely, I’ve always had a preference for the fat female figure, all those extra curves and softness. Where the dress fell, floated down from the slimmer girl’s breasts it clung like a second skin to the massive upper belly of the obese girl. It accentuated the size of the huge roll of blubber that surrounded her, pushing her flabby arms outwards.

The deep crease between her upper and lower belly had sucked in a little of her dress and as she felt it she gently pulled the fabric from between her fleshy rolls and doing so noticed me watching her. Her big deep blue eyes ringed with dark eyeliner and long lashes thick with mascara met mine, I smiled and she smiled back, her full lips parting, her white teeth flashing and her fat cheeks dimpled and as she turned her face back to the bride I watched the thick, soft roll of fat under her chin quiver.

I was two rows behind them and got a lovely view as we all took our seats again, the huge girl lifted her belly apron to sit. I now noticed her massive arse was seated on two chairs and still generously overflowed both sides. I gawked as her back fat bulged and folded. Her bum was so big it kept her back nearly a foot away from the chair backs. I could not take my eyes off this vision of obese beauty.








2.

The photos seemed to take an age, I made out like I was taking photos of the happy couple but managed to get the huge bridesmaid in every shot. Her presence made me glad I came and look forward to the rest of the day. I really hoped she was single!

The wedding lunch was in the same venue as the wedding, I took my seat at the allocated table and watched in delight as the bridesmaids came up sit at the same table. ‘Paul’ I said ‘Heather’s cousin’ introducing myself. ‘I’m Louise, Lou’ said the slim bridesmaid ‘Sam’ said the fat one. ‘Fat Sam!’ I thought ‘perfect!’ There was another couple at our table but they were too into each other to really notice us.

We made small talk while we waited for the starters and drank Prosecco. The girls seemed a fun pair, both worked with Heather and both (thank you god!) were single. The starters arrived, what I could only describe as a ‘gourmet’ scotch egg. A soft boiled duck egg wrapped inside slightly smoked hand reared chopped pork, coated in golden lightly spiced panko breadcrumbs and deep fried. Served on a bed of pea shoots and watercress, it was delicious.

As we started eating one of the waitresses brought a paper bag to Sam and whispered in her ear. I looked up and raised my eyebrows, Sam blushed a little and with a sly grin Louise said ‘turns out there are 4 guests who at the last minute couldn’t make it and guess who stepped up to make sure no food goes to waste!’ I smiled and said ‘that’s very ‘big’ of you’. Louise smirked and Sam giggled.

‘Surely you could manage at least one more of those?’ I said to Sam softly, I saw Louise raise an eyebrow, ‘I think I might’ said Sam ‘they are so tasty!’ Watching the fat girl eat was mesmerising, she took huge forkfuls of the fatty food, stuffing her cheeks and closed her eyes in apparent ecstasy as she chewed. She made a soft ‘mmmmm’ as she ate and I was captivated by the rhythmic jiggle of her flabby double chin. ‘And one more?’ I urged. She smiled and raising her eyebrows put the remaining 3 scotch eggs on her plate. ‘Good girl!’ I gasped.

Louise shook her head, ‘she doesn’t need encouragement cheeky!’ As she loaded up her fork Sam quipped ‘no she doesn’t but she likes it!’ I chuckled watching Sam instinctively rub her massive gut. ‘Make sure you leave room for main course and pudding’ I said and Sam just smiled her cheeks bulging with food, Louise shook her head and couldn’t help smiling ‘what a pair!’

‘She’s only jealous’ Sam said finishing her fifth starter ‘it’s usually her and Heather that get all the attention from guys. Glad there’s finally someone who appreciates real curves!’ ‘Curves!? More like rolls and spare tyres!’ sputtered Louise. Sam opened her eyes wide in mock shock but soon began to giggle along with Louise who leaned over and kissed her fat friend on the cheek. ‘Just girlie banter - we always do this when one of us gets chatted up’.

‘Get chatted up a lot do you?’ I asked, ‘not as much as her’ said Sam ‘there are fewer men like you who prefer a……,,,,…fuller body?’. I smiled, this girl! So fat and she knows it and she loves it! AND by the way she eats looks like she wants to or is at least happy with getting fatter! Thank you Heather for putting us together!

The Prosecco flowed and a delicious main course of ‘fancy’ fish & chips (we were by the seaside after all) was soo polished off, Sam only managing 3 of her 5 portions. My tongue was considerably loosened by the alcohol when I asked ‘Sam, can I ask how much you weigh?’ She looked at me, then at her friend who just sat there and shook her head, she slowly took a gulp of Prosecco. ‘And why does that matter?’ Embarrassed I stammered ‘I….I…..you…it’s just that….’ She giggled ‘stop it, it’s alright I don’t mind you asking, I’ve met guys like you before. Chubby chasers!’ Chubby? I thought, that boat sailed a long time ago, about 200 pounds ago I’d gueas.