chapter 7

When the doorbell rang, we were all standing in the hallway, waiting for the numbers on the scale to settle down.

"406, Tanya read the display. “You're halfway there."

Emma gave her a puzzled look but didn't say anything.

I opened the door and Hailey stepped in, curiously looking around. The moment she saw Emma on the scale, in her bra and panties, her eyebrows shot up and her eyes widened. From her angle, it was impossible to tell if Emma was wearing any underwear. Her huge belly hung down to her mid-thighs, hiding everything from the front view.

Tanya turned around. "We heard so much about you, Maira," she said theatrically and took Hailey's hand.

"Really?" Hailey was pleased. She wasn't too bothered that she was called some different name.

“You have very small hands.” Tanya continued holding Hailey's hand, casually measuring the circumference of the widest part of Hailey's palm with her fingers.

"Thank you," Hailey said politely.

I grabbed her arm pulling her away to the living room, giving Tanya a nasty look and glancing at Emma to do something with her girlfriend.

“I said behave," Emma shook her chubby finger at Tanya.

"I am. But have you seen the size of your hands? Those shovels will never fit… Ouch!"

"Your roommates seem nice," Hailey said when we sat on the sofa.

“Yeah,” I glanced toward the hallway. My ex-girlfriend was just trying to slap Tanya again. “Behave, or I 'll flatten you like a pancake.”

"Promise?" Tanya said with a devious grin.

I looked back at Hailey. She smiled and brushed a few stranded hairs behind her ear. "What?"

"Nothing." I said, "You just look very pretty today." It wasn’t a lie, even though I suspected that the black lace she wore on top of her striped shirt was originally designed to be worn as a sexy undergarment. Her fishnets were back, this time visible only through the large holes in her ripped jeans. It was very effective.

Hailey shifted on her seat. "But not as pretty as her," she tilted her head toward the hallway, then ran her hand through her hair as she leaned to me.
"I think," she said quietly, her narrowed blue eyes fixed on mine, "You only brought me here to show me how big you like your girlfriends."

I wanted to protest that I didn't bring her here just for that. After all, it was Emma's 400th weight-day. But as soon as I opened my mouth, Hailey grabbed my face and almost swallowed me in, licking and suffocating me with her tongue.

"There is plenty of food," Emma said as she entered the living room. “You don’t have to eat your boyfriend.”

Hailey giggled. So I was her boyfriend!

Emma had already put on her clothes. I wondered why she called them yoga pants. Looking at her fat legs, stuffed like sausages, the bottom half of her belly bulging their front and the other half escaping from the top of the waistband, yoga would be the last thing in universe I would think of. They should be called marshmallow pants.

When she threw herself on the sofa, her shirt rolled all the way up, disappearing under her massive boobs. Hailey grabbed my shoulder to brace herself as we both bounced at least a foot in the air. Staring at the vast jiggling belly in awe, Hailey's hands twitched. I was sure Emma would be more than happy to let her touch it, after they get to know each other.

We started the evening with a bottle of Champagne.

“Happy 400 pounds,” Tanya toasted and we raised our glasses.

“This is so amazing,” Hailey said with excitement. With each sip of bubbles, she became more chatty. “I wish someone would throw a party for me like this,” she flickered her eyelashes at me.

“Hailey,” Emma patted the spot next to her, “Fill your glass and let's talk.”

Tanya called me to the kitchen to help her. It looked like she was making sandwiches for an entire army platoon.

"We have to do something about Maira's weight. I can't even look at her without getting dizzy,” she said, spreading a pound of butter on the patchwork of bread slices. I heard giggles coming from the living room.

“You keep calling her Maira.”

“I know,” Tanya stabbed the knife into the bread and walked to the fridge. "Maira was my first big girlfriend back then. She barely gained 100 pounds before we split up, right on this day. For a 550 pound girl, she had a pretty lousy appetite, but her ass went from here to there," she pointed at random things at the opposite sides of the kitchen.

She then placed a whole package of bacon in the microwave.

“No wait, her name was Abigail. I always called her Abigass. And I broke up with her bitchy wide bottom on Christmas eve. So who the fuck is Maira?“ she frowned.

I was stacking ham on the sandwiches, ten slices on each, while Tanya was arranging fistful of bacon on top, then covering it with a special type of mayonnaise mixed with more chunks of ham, diced pickles, and boiled eggs, which she claimed was her “Babushka’s” recipe. She then added even more pickles and eggs on top and then garnished it with something green and healthy-looking.

“Hey, Hailey,” she shouted, “ How much do you weigh?”

“118,” came the answer. "Just like the bus here."

“In that case” Tanya mumbled, going back to the fridge, “we definitely need a lot more bacon.”

The sandwiches looked impressive, mostly because they ended up six inches tall. Hailey said that these were the best things she ever tasted, even though she couldn't open her mouth that wide. I had to first scrape most of the chunky mayonnaise with the whole second layer of bacon into her mouth with a spoon before she could take a bite. She did seem to enjoy my assistance, occasionally glancing at how Tanya and Emma were doing.

After a few sandwiches, Hailey exhaled, pulling on her jeans. At first, torn jeans seemed like a pretty smart idea to me. As their owner may become fatter, she could continue to wear them and no one could tell which holes were there before and which were caused by her fat thighs ripping through the fabric.
As Hailey fought to free her belly from the waistband grip, I realized the Achilles' heel of that idea.

"Don't be shy," Emma said, seeing Hailey's struggle. “Feel free to unzip.”

"Or take them down, there are only us girls here," Tanya agreed.

“What about me?“ I asked but immediately regretted it.

“You can keep yours on,” Tanya said, looking through her Champagne glass with one eye. Then she turned to my girlfriend. “Maira, do you like to fuck girls or boys?”

Hailey blinked. “Boys,” she said hesitantly.

“So then why the hell do you go out with Josh?” Tanya started laughing.

“I said, be nice,” Emma poked her.

“He may have a pleasant dick,” Tanya continued, “but he sure fucks like a girl. At least I’ve been told,” she added when she saw Emma’s face.

I frowned, but luckily, Hailey found it all very amusing.

“How about we have cake?” Emma changed the conversation.

“I love cakes,” Hailey said with excitement. She smelled like bacon which felt intoxicating, but I already knew from our first date, she was a very sweet girl with a very sweet tooth. Her eyes got even more blue when we brought an enormous chocolate cake with icing that read 400.

“Can I have a fork,” Hailey said anxiously, her hand ready.

But Tanya insisted that it was a longstanding tradition, to put the cake on the floor so the guests of honor can have it just as mother nature intended, on all four. And she of course meant both Emma and Hailey. Surprisingly, Hailey was all for it. She even took her jeans off to be more comfortable.

We sat on the sofa, watching the two girls plow through the humongous cake, each from the opposite side. Emma’s belly hung nearly to the floor. Hailey’s belly was barely visible. She was wiggling her small butt in the air, dressed in black laced underwear and fishnets.

“Your girl has some potential,” Tanya said. “And some big holes to fill.”

“Can you stop being you today?” I said quietly. “I don’t want Hailey to get bad impression. I really like her.”

“Who is Hailey?”

I covered my face, but Tanya started laughing, poking me with her elbow. “You seem too tense, Josh. Relax. Maybe a blow job will -”

I stepped on her foot.

“I didn’t mean from me, sheesh. You have your own little cake bunny, twirling suggestively her fishnet holes at you. Let her know she can come to aunt Tanya for advice if she has any concerns. I was giving blowjobs when I was still in -”

I stepped on her foot again, this time with all my weight.

“Fuck!”

“What are you two doing,” Emma mumbled from the floor. She was nearly in the middle of the cake, just about to bite into the second 0 in the 400. Hailey was still trying to get through the edges, although to her credit she tried to be thorough, licking the whole row clean from left to right.

“He inappropriately touched me with his foot,” Tanya said.

“She said the F word,” I countered.

“You know what?” Tanya turned to me, placing her hand gently on the side of my head, playing with my hair, “If you were a fat girl, I would be so into you. Are you sure you are a boy?”

After all the cake and ice cream and hot chocolate and a tray of cookies, Hailey was too stuffed to be able to go home and as Tanya pointed out, there was just no way we could put her pants back on. Not to mention that Hailey just refused to even walk.

I offered her my bed and she gladly took it, filling my room with the girly aroma of vanilla cookies, burping, and panting in my embrace. She turned her head, her eyes closed, she tried to kiss me but managed only to lick my jaw.

“I can’t wait for my 400th party,” she whispered before she fell into a deep sleep.

"Josh? Are you up?" Tanya knocked on my door. "I finally figured it out. Maira was my piano teacher. She had huuuge boobs, always making all chords sound like Add-9th when she bent over the keys."