chapter 2

This was just too weird. My ex-girlfriend had a girlfriend! And she was somehow twice as big as when we were dating. How can someone gain so much in just a year? Was she ill? When I looked at the three large pizzas I was carrying through the hallway, illness probably had nothing to do with her weight, but I was still confused.
As I rode the elevator up to the 11th floor, I still wasn't convinced this was a good idea. But as always, it was too late to run away. And what would I do with three large pizzas?

"Come in," Tanya said, dressed in a kind of Asian robe when the door opened. "Emma is so hungry. She didn't even want my cake before the pizza."
I walked into the living room. Emma was sitting on the sofa, her fat belly in her lap, battling for space with her unzipped shorts. She was eating ice cream directly from the box.

"Hi Josh," she said sweetly. "What kind of pizza did you bring? I am starving here."

"You know, the margarita, from the Italian place we used to..." my voice broke. I knew it was going to be difficult. Maybe this was a bad idea. Or maybe she was right, we are adults and we could still be friends.
I looked into her large eyes. She licked her spoon. Why did she look so damn hot even with this much weight?

Tanya walked in with a few bottles of beer. "Here, ex-boy. Have a drink. And feel at home."

After my second beer, I sort of did. Tanya was serious about keeping two pizzas for her girlfriend. Already on her second box, Emma wasn't slowing down. Interestingly, Tanya was the one who was feeding her slice after slice while we were talking. By the time we each opened a third beer, It felt pretty normal.

"When did you first realize you like being fat?" I asked.

"Probably a few years ago..."

I looked at Emma with surprise, "Even when we were —?"

"Fucking?" Tanya said, sipping at her beer and giggling into the bottle.

“Dating."

"I tried to tell you, but I wasn't sure how. And I wasn't sure what I really wanted until I met Tanya."

Tanya just grabbed another slice, bringing it to Emma’s mouth. "And then she happily put on 150 pounds without even trying."
She pushed the pizza to Emma's mouth. She watched her chewing with obvious satisfaction. “And she is happily going to put another 150.”

"I don't know about that," Emma giggled through her full mouth." I am 280 now, another 150 pounds and I would be -", she looked up, trying to add the numbers. "530 pounds?" she said and burped. When we were dating, Emma would usually be tipsy after just one beer. Now she was on her third and it showed.

"Only 430," I corrected her.

"Only 430?" she repeated with a slightly drunken smile. "Then no problem, go ahead. Feed me a bit more pizza before we have the cake." She was talking to me.

I looked at Tanya. She was grinning from ear to ear. She pushed the pizza box closer to me and gestured towards Emma. "You heard her."

So I fed a slice to Emma, and then another and another until there was none left.
Slouching on the sofa, she held her engorged belly with both hands.

“Josh, I so much wanted you to do this when we were together, but you never got a clue. It was so frustrating." She burped through a hiccup. "I am really full. I don't know if I can have the cake, Tanya."

"Sure you can," Tanya replied, slowly standing up from the sofa while staring at me. "You need to get much, much fatter. Am I right, ex-boyfriend?"

"Totally,” I laughed and sipped from my bottle. Emma had good taste. Tanya was pretty great.

It sounded like Emma moaned.

Tanya approached my seat, her eyes locked on mine. As she squeezed her thin frame next to mine, she put her hand under my shirt stroking my belly. She smiled, came closer, and slowly kissed me on my mouth.

I glanced at Emma in a panic. She stared at us from the sofa, too stuffed to open her eyes more than halfway. She didn't seem to mind that her girlfriend was now licking my face.

"I can clearly see you like us both." Tanya smiled as she grabbed my erection through the jeans, which I was trying so hard to hide. She leaned and whispered suggestively. "Emma's sex drive grows with each pound and there are a few things that I can't provide." She squeezed my rock-hard dick looking directly into my eyes for my reaction.

We did end up in bed together. All four of us. Me, Tanya, Emma and a very large chocolate cake. This was the first time I had ever seen Emma so horny. While we were together, she was quite passionate during our sex, but now, she was just purely greedy. Greedy for sex and greedy for food. And begging for it and happily receiving it from both of us while we took turns until she could no longer even speak. Together with Tanya, we also lend each other a hand or a mouth or a tongue whenever it was needed.

After Emma finally fell asleep, stuffed like a turkey and snoring loudly, Tanya rolled on the bed closer to me. I was literally drained. It felt like I had spent a bucket’s worth of my fluids, and I was excruciatingly exhausted, thirsty, my muscles hurt and my head was buzzing. It was indeed a real work to satisfy a 280-pound horny ex-girlfriend and her thin curious girlfriend over and over and over.
Tanya kissed me without saying a word, then we fell asleep in a strange, three-way embrace.

In the morning, I woke up in an empty bed, trying to recall where I was. After a few seconds, I remembered last night's events. "Shit," I said, biting into my fist. I stepped into the kitchen with a sheepish smile, fully prepared to hear "let's not talk about this ever again" and fully prepared to comply.

But Tanya, holding a frying pan, just stepped closer to greet me with a kiss. And Emma, happy like a clam, was sitting at a table, eating an enormous breakfast. She gestured on her cheek that she wanted a kiss too. I sat down, grabbing a coffee cup. Tanya put a huge plate in front of me, filled with eggs, toasts, and bacon.
" So when are you moving in?" she asked.

I nearly choked on the coffee.

"We kind of like your services, right buttercup?" she touched Emma's shoulder.

Emma was eating as though she had starved for the past few months. "Absolutely," she said, stuffing bacon into her mouth. "Can I have yours?" she asked, pointing at my plate.

"Hey piggy, your ex needs his energy," Tanya said, jokingly slapping Emma’s hand, “I think I may have sucked your boy dry last night after you dozed off. A few times as I recall. It is a miracle he can still walk. But don't worry buttercup, you won't go hungry. I have a caramel cake in the fridge with your name on it.”

Then she looked back at me. "So?"