The bridesmaid

Chapter 1 - the bridesmaid

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 guess!






3.

After the lunch & speeches we had an hour until the reception. Sam and I sat talking, getting to know each other. She finally told me her weight after another couple of drinks ‘27 stone 8 pounds’, ‘386 pounds!?’ I gasped ‘incredible and you’re only how tall?’ ‘5 foot 4 inches’ she said. ‘Beautiful! You’re the fattest girl I’ve ever met. Is it on purpose?’ She smiled ‘I get asked that all the time. Why do I eat so much when I’m so big? Do I want to get fatter? Are you gaining on purpose?’ ‘Sorry’ I said ‘it’s the drink and the intoxication of being with such a beautiful girl’.

‘It bothers me sometimes but not from you’ she put her fat hand on my knee. ‘I don’t gain on purpose. I just love food and eating. Especially stuff that piles on the pounds, sweet things, fatty things, fried things and chocolate! I just love feeling full and love the taste of food and love eating. It kind of turns me on. Being so curvy does too. And I love the feeling of tight clothes. Pretty weird huh?’ ‘As long as it hurts no one weird is fine. It looks good on you too. I’ve enjoyed watching a girl your size eat without restraint, you do clearly love your food’.

‘Kiss me’ she whispered. I leaned in and our lips met, she tasted of sweet wine. My arm curled around her as she leaned back. I gripped the thick roll of blubber that bulged at her side as she squeezed my arm. Butterflies swarmed in my stomach, I was falling in love. As I lips parted I said ‘oh Sam you are amazing!’ She giggled ‘everyone thought Louise was going to be the one to get off at the wedding!’ ‘She seems lovely’ I said ‘but not in your league!’

We kissed again parting for air after the longest time. ‘Nearly time for the buffet’ Sam said. ‘Mustn’t come between a hungry girl and a buffet!’ I said and she giggled. ‘Can I ask you something?’ she said. ‘Would you still fancy me if I was even fatter? 450 pounds maybe or 500?’ ‘Of course I would, more of this sexy blubber’ and I jiggled her belly. ‘Oh Paul I’m so glad you said that. Even though I’ve never intentionally gained I think I want to try to get above 400 pounds at least and I think I want you to help me’.

‘I’d love nothing more’ and I kissed her again and again. ‘I’ve always wanted to be with a girl who wants to get fatter, to gain. Instead of being ashamed of her size or wanting to diet. I want you to be as fat as you want to be!’ ‘Where’s that buffet!’ she said and started getting up.

‘Looks like there might be another wedding soon?’ said Heather as we went towards the buffet ‘stop it!’ said Sam, I stopped letting Sam waddle towards the tables full of food. ‘Thanks for sitting us together’ I said ‘it’s been a while since I’ve met a girl I wanted to be with’. Heather kissed my cheek ‘I know, thought you might get on with each other. I remembered correctly then? You prefer a girl with a bit of meat on her bones?’ I smiled ‘you remembered right, she is lovely though’. ‘I know’ she said digging me in the ribs ‘go and help the poor starving girl!’ We both laughed and I went after Sam.

‘Ooooh! I want some of everything!’ she gushed as she loaded her plate, ‘it does look good’ I said. ‘Sure you can fit all that in? It’s only been 2 hours since that lunch’. In fact since her 5 lunches, man this girl had an appetite! ‘I can sure try, especially now!’ she winked. At this rate she’d be 500 pounds in no time! That’s over 35 stone, I thought, that’s huge! Especially at her height, properly obese! I googled BMI on my phone and that’s more than 25 stone, 350 pounds overweight! Could I handle a girl that big? I’d always wanted to!

She couldn’t wait to start so was chewing on a breaded drumstick as we went to find a seat. ‘These chairs are a bit smaller than the dining room, aren’t they?’ she said ‘could you pull another one around?’ I put my plate down, just wow! I was with a girl who was so fat she needed 2 chairs for her massive bum! After another mouthful she said ‘bet you haven’t been with a girl who needs 2 chairs for her ass?’ ‘Never have, and it’s such a turn on!’ I whispered and she giggled before stuffing more food in her mouth.





‘Do you mind?’ she asked fluttering her long lashes comically and holding out her empty plate. I grinned and took it off her. When I returned Louise was sat at our table with Sam and they were both laughing. Louise had brought a bottle of Prosecco and glasses ‘girls having fun?!’ Louise widened her eyes as I set down the massive pile of food in front of Sam. ‘Mmm!’ murmured Sam and picked up a chicken drumstick in one hand and a sausage roll in the other and took a bite out of each. ‘Diet off again?’ joked Louise and Sam just grinned cheeks bulging with food.

‘I love her to bits but never understand why she wants to stay so fat and how she gets a guy like you!?’ ‘I think she’s beautiful, it’s up to her if she wants to enjoy her food’ I replied a little too defensively perhaps. ‘She is, I know but it worries me sometimes, her being so big’. Swallowing Sam said ‘hey! Fat girl in the room you know! I get regular check ups and the doctor says as long as I’m healthy, which I am, there’s no need to lose any weight. The only issue I have is I’ve started getting a bit breathless after too much exertion’ ‘you mean like walking back and forwards to the buffet?’ ‘If Paul wants to be a gentleman and fetch me seconds I’m not stopping him’.

Sam smiled and patted my arm, ‘I get this from her & Heather now and again when they just seem to notice how fat I am. It’s all good!’ I smiled and took a drink, how would they react when Sam got up to 500 pounds!? Would it still be good then? ‘It’s not like I’ve suddenly put on a this weight’ she said slapping her gut playfully, making her cleavage jiggle.

‘True’ said Louise ‘you’ve always been my ‘Fat Friend’ ever since school’. ‘I remember she used to help me avoid PE or at least avoid doing too much in PE’. ‘Bet you look sexy in sports wear’ I whispered. ‘Hey no whispering’ said Louise ‘plenty of time for that later. Let’s have a dance Sam’. ‘Just let me finish this, Paul can get me some more’. She shovelled a forkful of potato salad into her mouth and passed me her plate. I smiled and watched the girls make their way to the dance floor.

Louise was a fantastic dancer and had i not had eyes for her much bigger friend I might have found attractive, with an extra 150 pounds of course. Sam more or less stood rooted to the spot, waved her arms, bounced her head in time to the music and swayed her huge hips. Every inch of her flab covered body jiggled and quivered, I could not take my eyes off her massive upper arms. How they swung and wobbled! Knowing she’d have worked up more appetite dancing I dragged myself away to get her more food.

4.

I returned to our table with 2 more plates full of food, well one plate full of food the other with half a Victoria sponge cake cut in 3 slices. Sam was sat there still catching her breath from her 5 minute dance, fanning her face furiously. ‘Phhhhft! It’s hot in here!’ She took a mouthful of Prosecco and took a pork pie from the plate, ‘mmmf! Needed that!’ Louise was still dancing and I nodded to her and she smiled back.

‘She’s a good friend?’ I asked. ‘One of the best, Heather is too but I’ve known Lou since school’. ‘Maybe we could have a dance in a bit?’ I asked, ‘of course! As long as it’s a slow one’. Louise plonked herself I her seat ‘ooof! I need a drink!’ As she set down her glass I asked ‘What was Sam like as a school girl?’ I asked Louise. Sam smiled with her mouth full and nodded at Lou. ‘Well she was always fat. The boys and some girls picked on her but, you’d never know it now, I was a bit of a fatty as a little girl too’ she smoothed down her dress to show her figure. ‘So we stuck up for each other and shared our sweets & chocolate’.








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‘But you said Sam was your ‘Fat Friend’!’ I said, ‘she wasn’t anywhere near as fat as me’ Sam said between mouthfuls of sponge cake ‘after about age 7 I put on a stone every year but Lou was just a bit chubby’. ‘Ok ok, I might not have been really fat but I felt it and I felt close to you because I did’. ‘I know, I love you for it’. The girls squeezed each other by the hand and Louise stood up and leaned over, hugging Sam and kissed her on the cheek. ‘Hope you can love this big girl like I do Paul, don’t mess her around!’ ‘Hey! We’ve only just met but no I won’t mess her around. I think she’s gorgeous, funny, lovely and want to get to know her more if she feels the same’.

‘Listen! How about that dance Paul!’ said Sam finishing off the sponge cake. I got up and made way for her to get to the dance floor, she grabbed me by the hand as she passed and I was willingly dragged behind the biggest bum I’d ever seen. The thin material of her dress did nothing to conceal the mass of dimpled cellulite that was Sam’s amazing arse.

We put our arms around each other, well as far as we could. Sam’s huge girth prevented me from putting my arms very far around her, and I have fairly long arms. I could reach the edges of her lovely butt shelf and work my hands up to caress her thick folds of back fat. Her large soft breasts and massive gut pressed into me. Her short arms could barely reach me, one hand held my arm while with a slight twist she could just tech my hip with her other hand.

Rather than dance we stood, holding each other and swayed to the music. I leaned over and nuzzled her hair ‘you smell lovely’ I whispered ‘mmm!’ she moaned. Could she feel my erection against the blubber of her belly? I assumed so as when I tried to position it away from her she moved herself closer, giving a little jiggle. ‘That feels nice!’ she mumbled. Not sure if she meant my cock or my caressing of her back rolls.

I whispered to her ‘you look beautiful today, I’m so glad we’ve met’, ‘me too, I was worried I was going to be sat on my own stuffing my fat face when Lou copped off with some guy’. ‘Mh! Instead it’s the other way around’, ‘hardly, I’ve still been sat stuffing my fat face but I’ve also copped off with some guy!’ We both laughed and and squeezed the roll of flab in my hand ‘mmmm!’ She moaned ‘I like having my blubber played with’. My god did she really just say that? ‘Oh god! Sorry’ she said ‘didn’t mean to say that it just came out! Too much prosecco!’

I squeezed again and with my other hand I jiggled her fat pillowy upper arm ‘you mean you don’t like that?’ She shimmied, well as much as a massively obese girl can shimmy, ‘no, sorry, yes I mean…..I do, I love it, but I didn’t mean to say it out loud’. ‘It’s sexy’ I said ‘hearing you talk about your body, about your blubber. A real turn on!’ ‘This could be dangerous’ she said ‘I mean I love being fat and eating you get turned on by my being fat and eating. This could be dangerously fun & sexy!’ ‘Let’s go somewhere else?’ I said, ‘not bed yet. I want to walk on the beach’ ‘sure, sounds romantic’ I said, ‘let’s go’.

5.

Walking the short distance to the beach we held hands, it was late summer and the light was golden but not many people were around. As we got to the sand Sam kicked her shoes off and made to pick them up, ‘let me’ I said picking up the shoes she beamed a smile at me ‘you’re so beautiful’ I said. She giggled and set off for the sea swaying from side to side, her arms outstretched, flapping them, I watched her go. The huge pillows of flab around her upper arms swinging and jiggling, her roll of back fat quivering and her massive blubbery arse wobbling . It was only her huffing and puffing that made me realise that this was her attempt at running, jogging to the sea.

Her enormous thick thighs rolling around each other, with every step her legs lifting her thick belly apron. Her arms thrown out to steady her and help with momentum. This was truly the girl of my dreams, I pictured her in slow motion wearing a tight red swimming costume running, waddling, wobbling through the surf. A great big fat blubbery Baywatch babe!




Shaking that delicious image from my head I took of my shoes and walked after her. She had slowed to a waddle and I could hear her panting as I approached. I laid my hand on her shoulder, ‘ok?’ ‘Fine, hfff! just a little, pfff!, winded. Hfff! Not used pfff!’ running’. I smiled ‘you even have a sexy run’ ‘Hfff! Shut up!’ she said with a grin ‘I run like a baby hippo!’ Less of the ‘baby’ I thought but said ‘well a sexy hippo’. She grabbed my hand and we slowly sauntered to the edge of the sea.

‘Oooh! Nice and warm’ she said splashing her feet in the surf, ‘it’s had all summer to warm up’ I said squeezing her hand. We walked along the sea edge away from th