chapter 11

With Tanya's tireless dedication, Hailey got to 200 pounds faster than you could say 'cake'.
We already planned for a weekend-long celebration. Emma's 450 pounds and Hailey's 200. Even though Hailey wasn't there yet a week earlier, on Saturday morning she was already closer to 210 than to 200.

"Do I look bigger?" she asked me after she stepped down from the scale, a shadow of doubt painted across her cute chubby face. "I feel like a starved child next to your ex."

Tanya and I were preparing the dinner in the kitchen, and as usual, she was tormenting me with her ideas and suggesting some form of sexual act every fifteen minutes. Emma and Hailey were chatting in the living room about gender inequality, sexy clothes, jQuery, and fattening food, all at the same time and sometimes even in the same sentence.

"You know what I adore about your girlfriend?" Tanya pointed the turkey carving knife at me. “You give her food, and she says thank you and eats it. Then you give her more, she again says thanks and eats it. All without asking stupid questions. I did a test when you and Emma went to the library the other day, but I ran out of food after about eight rounds. Your chubby taunter won."

"She just doesn't want to disappoint," I said as I tossed another peeled potato into the boiling pot. "Hailey has this strange philosophy that if someone offers you food or drink, it would be extremely rude not to finish it. We already avoid places that offer free coffee refills. After the sixth or seventh cup, she gets so jittery. She doesn't even like black coffee, so she adds a lot of cream and sugar to make it drinkable, but she just can’t say no when a waitress asks.
I frowned when I saw Tanya's face light up like a Christmas tree. "You won't abuse this, right?"

"Noooo," she said and her grin widened. "Never!"

"Because I remember when we came home with Emma, we found Hailey so stuffed on the sofa that I had to bring her a blanket and she had to stay in the living room for the night. I don’t think I should leave you with her alone."

"You don't have to worry about me." Tanya kissed her two fingers and put them over her left breast. She contemplated for a moment, then she rubbed the fabric in circles until her nipple was clearly visible. "Hey," she frowned, her attention already elsewhere, "do we have milk for the mashed potatoes?"

"I'm not sure about Emma, but I don't, you don’t and Hailey doesn’t, I've double-checked last night. But if you're in a hurry, there is a box in the fridge."

"Oh, you are getting funnier with every blowjob. Speaking of which —-"

"—- No, stop. We have a job to do," I quickly interrupted her. I had no idea how I ended up being the 'girl' in this family.

"You are right, we should stuff our girlfriends first until they pass out, and then we can have some R & R. I like how we both always think of others first." She patted my shoulder. "We are so fucking in tune, it's incredible. We should have a girl band. I'd be the blonde and you could be the ambiguous one. Did you know I've played in a school band?"

“If I had to guess, I would say you were in a woodwind section...”

Tanya laughed. "Now that was actually funny," she poked my side, "And thank you, but no, I played piano. Is Hailey good at playing your piccolo?"

"I think she is more interested in percussion."

"Really? Does she beat you up regularly?"

"No, I mean real drums. Like I suppose you played a real piano unless it is another of your sexual euphemisms."

“You want euphemism?" She wiggled her long fingers in front of my face. "I could play Shostakovich on your spinet girlfriend until she grows into a room-sized concert grand."

"She just wants to get chubbier. Upright or baby grand at most."

"Do you ever look up from your dick? Hailey is like a snowball that's just starting to roll down the hill, rapidly gaining speed. Be careful because when it finally stops on the foothill, it may be as big as the chalet you are trying to hide in from the avalanche."

"Says the girl with the 450-pound girlfriend." I chuckled. I knew who was the avalanche I was hiding from.

"Says the guy with a future 650-pound wife incidentally named Hailey, just like your chubby girlfriend."

Here we go again, I thought. Our conversation came to the typical deadlock topic of our girlfriends' weight. Usually, that would be followed by an increasingly explicit description of how fat they would grow and whose girlfriend would get fatter. Soon after, we would find our bodies entangled on or under some furniture, supremely timing our cascading orgasms.
Tanya's mouth was already slightly open and her eyes were gazing at me in the same way Hailey was yesterday ogling a strawberry cake in the bakery display. And I, like a good Pavlov's dog, was already getting crispy stiff. Fuck this! Unless I was the level-headed in this household, nothing would get done. We had some girlfriends to stuff. And I was not going to have Tanya’s legs locked around my head on a kitchen table full of knives and forks, with the potatoes burning and the smoke alarm sending the whole building into mayhem. Fool me once…

"Hey, you two!" Emma's voice from the living room stopped Tanya's hand from pulling down my zipper. "You became strangely quiet over there. Don't tell me you are engaged in some inappropriate stuff again. Hailey, check on them, I don't want Tanya's but cheeks embossed on our cake. There are going to be only our faces imprinted there and I hope very soon, am I right, Hailey?"

“Uh, I'm going to win,” I could hear Hailey’s reply. “I've been practicing with Josh on all fours.”

“Don't worry, we're fine," Tanya called back, still getting closer, intentionally pressing her skirt into my erection in a swaying motion. "Even Josh still has his pants on. So far."

"That's very unusual," Emma said from the living room. I could hear the giggles in her voice. "Tanya, are you feeling okay?"

“Uhm.“ Tanya's mouth was now a fraction of an inch from mine. I could feel her boiling breath on my lips. "Dibs on Hailey," she said quietly into my mouth and licked my upper lip. She was going to bite it, but I backed off in time, fully anticipating her attack.

When we got to the living room carrying all the numerous plates and drinks, Emma was slouching on the sofa, her shirt rolled up and her huge naked belly spilling in front of her. Hailey was sitting next to her, playing with Emma's belly and giggling. Those 80 or so extra pounds my girlfriend now carried were so far pretty evenly distributed over her entire body without paying any particular favors to any particular body parts. She looked extremely cuddly.

"Hey," Tanya said with a whining voice, "she is playing with my stuff."

"We let you play with Hailey's," Emma said, pointing her chin at me as I carefully placed the plates on the small table in front of them.

"It is so jiggly," Hailey said in utter fascination, grabbing Emma's belly again, raising it up, then letting it fall, observing the jelly-like waves it created. She even made a swooshing sound as an accompanying effect. "Let's make it bigger!"

"Amen, sister," Tanya replied. She tried to put the last plate of mashed potatoes on the table, but there was no space. She shrugged and placed it on Emma's still shaking belly. To be honest, to me it was an obvious choice. As Emma’s belly spread on her lap and overlapped to the sides, she looked roomier than our small table.

"Oh, it’s so cute!" Hailey said, poking the plate with her finger, amused by the fact that it was now shaking too.

Tanya poured the first bottle of Brut into the flutes. We were deciding whether to buy one expensive bottle of Champagne or multiple cheap ones. We decided to go for the quantity because it fit well with the overall theme.

"Paraphrasing what a wise chubby girl once said, about a minute ago," Tanya raised her glass, "Let's make them bigger."

Hayley giggled, smiled at me with her blue eyes, and drank her glass in one go, spilling some on her shirt and immediately getting a hiccup.

Tanya sat down, putting her arm around Hailey's waist. “We decided that I would look after you today. And your so-called boyfriend can play with my fat girlfriend to get a sense of where this is heading." She stroked Hailey's belly then smirked at me. "But no funny stuff, Josh! I want to see your hands at all times."

Haley's grinning red face turned to Emma. "No tongue-kissing my boyfriend ether," she hiccuped again. "Or I'll be kissing Tanya."

"Feel free, little one," Emma chuckled. She raised her fat arm and lovingly brushed Hailey's stranded hair behind her ear, "Be careful, though. She may look pretty, but she bites. Am I right?" she slapped my thigh with her other hand, sending the plate on her belly into a frantic motion.

Tanya stared at Hailey with keen interest. "Deal. It's been so long since I kissed a chubby girl, I don't even remember if they taste like the proper-sized ones."

"I meant it as a joke," Hailey looked down at her plate and bit her lip. Her face became even more crimson. She had hinted a few times before that she found Tanya quite attractive. Even though I didn't disagree there, watching my girlfriend's red cheeks giving up her secret girl crush after just one glass of bubbly was rather endearing. Emma noticed it as well, poking me with her elbow and looking giddy.

Tanya smiled and grabbed the bottle. "Joke, eh? We will see about that."
I recognized that look. When Tanya got an idea stuck in her blond head, there was no way to get it out, even with exorcism. I already knew that the easiest way was to give up early or suffer for hours before capitulating anyway. Besides, Tanya actually made it worthwhile. She approached intimacy the way Hailey approached food. Both of them liked to finish everything, down to the last crumb or drop with nothing left on the plate.