chapter 8

Hailey stayed all weekend. After Sunday's breakfast, brunch, lunch, post-lunch, and a 2 o'clock cake the issue with her jeans suddenly being the wrong size popped up again. She was very easily convinced to stay an extra night.
And on Monday morning, I had to give Tanya ten bucks because Hailey couldn't button her jeans at all. Emma gave her one of her old skirts so she could at least make it to work.

“You know what's the best way to make it fit ?" Tanya asked, watching with amusement as Haley wrapped Emma's skirt twice around her waist.

"Yeah?"

"By growing into it."

"Thanks. I may just do that." Haley smiled, suggestively glancing my way.

"Are you coming back this evening?" Emma asked. "It’s spaghetti night and Tanya always makes a bit too much."

Tanya shrugged. "It's not me, it's how they come in two-pound packages."

"I love spaghetti," Hailey said cheerfully.

"So four pounds then?" Tanya asked. "And you," she stabbed me in my stomach, " You look like someone who likes to play with meatballs," she gestured with her hand as if weighing an avocado. "Three of those frozen bags should do."

After breakfast, it was time to get to work. We walked to the bus station, holding hands, kissing at about every lamp post, and not really saying that much. It was perfect. She seemed happy, wrapped in Emma’s red skirt, occasionally adjusting the safety pin that held it all together.

Once we were sitting on the bus, Hailey leaned to me, resting her head against mine, subconsciously twisting her bangs around her finger. I found it very adorable. Then I suddenly remembered. The glazed blue eyes of a cute girl sitting across the table, playing with her hair and staring at me without blinking. "Hailey, didn't we met at the company Christmas party?"

"Uhmm," Hailey said and moved, touching her nose to my cheek. "You were drunk, bragging about how your girlfriend got so fat and then you went on for ten minutes describing every part of her body and what it does to you. In very vivid detail."

"Did I? Oh, I am sorry." I didn’t remember that part. But it sounded familiar. Emma’s belly kept growing at a dizzying rate during the winter, and its heavy downward curve drove me insane.
I tickled Hailey's chin and kissed her on the forehead. She looked up and flinched her eyelashes at me. For a few seconds, she stared with her soft blue gaze, then tilted her head back and rested it on my arm. "I've had a little crush on you,” she said as she exhaled and closed her eyes. "I wanted so much to be her. That amazing growing girl you raved about."

When we went over the bridge, she opened her eyes and turned her head to me. "I almost fainted when I saw you with her at the supermarket this week and she was so much bigger than you described her. I was so jealous of her."

Emma was right as usual. It only proved how little I knew about girls. Maybe I should actually listen to my ex. She was 406 pounds of pure wisdom. Probably a bit more after the weekend.
I could still see Emma’s huge butt cheeks shaking uncontrollably in the air and her belly swinging just above the floor when she and Hailey dared each other to finish the second cake on Sunday, smearing it all over each other's faces for giggles.
I watched Hailey on her knees, laughing and twirling, and Emma pushing a chunk of cake into her mouth. I imagined her getting big and soft, with her belly brushing against the floor and her fat ass wide and round, ripping through her fishnets. I tried to hide my hard-on, but apparently not well enough because Tanya noticed it and her hand immediately went for it, while she tickled me with the other one to lower my defenses. I wanted to slap her, but instead, I slapped my groin, rolling and squirming in agony, while Tanya almost choked with laughter.

"Josh?", Hailey interrupted my thoughts.

"Yes?"

She looked up. "Are we like girlfriend and boyfriend now?"

I brushed her cheek. "I hope so, girlfriend.”

“Good” She shifted in the seat to make herself more comfortable, closing her eyes again. “Because since that holiday party, I couldn’t stop thinking about getting that fat for my boyfriend one day too.”


Hailey came to our place every day during the week and on Friday she brought her small Pokemon suitcase, moving into my room more or less permanently. She said she didn't want to bring too many clothes because they wouldn't fit soon anyway.

Emma was glad she finally had someone to talk to about girly stuff like clothes and makeup. "You don't understand," she said, "and Tanya was born on the same weird planet as you. It's nice to have a real person in the house for a change."

Hailey turned out to be a very curious girl once she came out of her shell. She started asking Emma a million questions about gaining and feedism. How does it feel when your belly slaps your thighs with each step? (Sexy like hell, just wait) If you can't see your keyboard through your huge boobs, how do you type? (You'd better start learning how to touch type) or how big Emma wants to be (No plans, just enjoying the ride, but she wasn’t done yet. “Not even close,” according to Tanya’s sideways remark.)

Often, we would find them on the sofa, talking, giggling, and eating. I must say that it worked well for both. Emma liked showing off how much she could stuff into her belly and Hailey would try to impress her until she couldn’t even stand. As a result, my girlfriend started getting visibly chubby just as Emma was attacking 420 pounds.

With the month drawing to a close, Tanya was becoming increasingly restless. We were just unpacking six frozen pizzas in the kitchen.
"I’m going to ask her," Tanya said, slapping the boxes on the table and glancing towards the living room.

“What? Who?"

"Josh, you don't have that many redeeming qualities, but I have to give your dick a good B+. It has that special curve that just really hits the spot, you know?” She threw her fist in an upward hook as if trying to hit an opponent's chin during a boxing match.
"I tried several other vegetables, but they somehow don’t feel the same way like yours,” she continued. “The people at the groceries are already asking why I am there measuring cucumbers. And yesterday, my boss commented on my lack of focus. I am sure I can come up with a prescription if Hailey needs it because it is a medical emergency at this point."

I wasn't exactly sure what she was jabbering about. "What cucumbers?"

"Shut up about the stupid cucumbers! I only need to borrow your dick, your head can keep talking to your girlfriend about her lovely ears or whatever other bullshit you're telling each other. But as a gesture of our friendship, after your help, I'll finish you nice and clean, no worries, no sticky sheets. I just don't want to borrow her stuff without asking, that’s all."

Finally, I understood what she was planning to do. "That would be pretty weird, wouldn't it?".

"Why?" she asked sincerely.

"Normal people don't do that."

“Great! Luckily for us, there are no normal people here."

The oven beeped and Tanya casually placed the first two pizzas inside, setting the timer.
"Hailey?" she shouted, evading my attempt to shush her with a towel.

"What?"

"Can I borrow Josh for a few clicks? Ten tops."

"Okay, “ Hailey replied back. “But no bite marks on his neck. And don't make him go more than three times or he will be useless for a week."

I heard giggles from the living room.

"Really?" I said, looking confused at Tanya. Cute Hailey was obviously spending too much time with my roommates. Although it was nice to know that she took notice of my amazing endurance.

Tanya shrugged with her hands. "See, girls are not greedy. We like to share."

"So what are you going to share with Hailey?" I was both curious and a bit afraid. I crossed my fingers that she wouldn't say cucumbers.

"Good point," she nodded. "Hailey?"

"Yeah? "

"Slight change of plans. Let's all go to our room after the pizza and I'll show you what you can do with an ice cream milkshake, a rope, and a funnel."

There was a whisper coming from the living room, followed by even more giggles.

"Okay," Hailey replied after a few seconds. "I just want you to know, Emma already did the funnel-rope-thingy on me yesterday when you and Josh were out for groceries. And also last Friday when you went to the dentist and Josh had to go with you because you were scared. I did like it a lot, so I'm all for it."

"Hmm," Tanya said.

"Hmm," I said.

Tanya tilted her head, staring at me, her fingers going through her blond hair, touching her ear. She squinted, her Slavic eyes more piercing than Hailey's. Her lips parted and her tongue touched her upper lip. Then she smiled and my heart jumped. Still?
I did like Hailey. She was the perfect girlfriend for me, even Tanya agreed with that. Yes, I might still have a thing for Emma, after all she was my Ex and her body was driving me nuts, growing so round and marshmallowy. But Tanya had a certain something, untamed and very loud, that rubbed me in a strange way.
And there was the other thing.
Before Hailey, we had been increasingly ‘clearing our heads and flushing our pipes’ because according to Tanya, regular maintenance was important. And after the oil and lube change, we would leave Emma to sleep off her stuffed belly, sneak into the kitchen, have a beer, and talk about books, TV, and fat girls. The fact that she required my service, felt like a serious compliment. I thought I saw a flicker in her eyes as if she was thinking the same thing.

“Josh?" she asked, tapping her pursed lips with a finger.

"Yes?" I blinked, way too fast.

"Drink a lot of fluids, there is a fucking big chance that you may get seriously dehydrated this evening. I'm not taking you to the hospital. Not again."