Double the trouble, double the fun

chapter 7 who’s old is new again

Neither Tara nor her mother could bring themselves to speak to one another at her mother’s mother’s funeral. The same was true of Joan and her ex-husband, despite Roger doing his best to be civil. Tara’s grandfather (mother’s father) ensured that she and her own father Roger and his mother were all invited, redirecting the intense feelings of the loss of his beloved wife towards his daughter to keep her in line. The others all behaved respectfully and well, honored to pay their last respects and grieve in their individual ways.


Grieving, loss, and other unpleasantries of life are inevitable, and certainly were a part of Tara Pelvig’s 30s experience. Now in transition from her mid 30s to her late 30s, the vast majority of her life remained as pleasant to wonderful as it had been earlier in her 30s. She had her stable career at Model Magicians, despite some downturn in the business as more and more people and firms used personal 3D printers and other alternatives to make their own prototypes and models, and the company struggled with funding pensions of retiring employees plus ever-more-onerous government regulations. Her friendships, usually also loverships, remained sufficiently plentiful and strong.


* *
The polyfidelity group to which Tara belonged flew low enough under the radar that not that many people knew of it. Between that and members of the group tending not to share its existence with any of their outside friends save a precious few close ones who believed in the poly lifestyle and fit in to it well, new applicants were few.

On an as-needed basis, the group scheduled all-member meet-ups for the one or sometimes two new people wishing to join. These were clothes-on no sex events held at the communal house with the larger space for entertaining. Without exception the new member(s) was invited and chaperoned to/at the event by an existing member. The meet-ups were as low-key as possible, run along the lines of a quiet dinner party minus dinner or large family holiday gathering without tie-ins to any holiday. Hors d’oeuvres were served, no alcohol nor other drugs. Obviously the point of the exercise was to get a sense whether the individual(s) was compatible with the rest of the group, beyond the inviter (whose own credibility was on the line if they made a disruptive or otherwise poor choice).

This meet-up was of course merely the preliminary step. STI-vetting, a background check, and more or less of a probationary period were required, once the candidate showed promise as a worthy addition to the mix of the group, all of whom tended to hunger for new sexual experiences and partners.


A form of trial-by-fire was having the inviter escort the inductee into the meet-up once all the regular members were present. Thus as far as the inductee was concerned, the meet-up started about half an hour after the scheduled time for existing members (some of whom tended towards habitual lateness).

*Tink-tink-tink-tink* day’s hostess and group leader Pat Waters’ spoon sounded against her water glass, “*Alright everybody*. It’s time for Gretchen to introduce us to someone she hopes we’ll all want to get to know intimately well. Gretchen?”


Into the room side-by-side walked Gretchen and her inductee. The inductee was one of the fattest women most of the group members had seen in real life. Fat all over with hips as wide as Tara’s (on a single pelvis), big buns, thick legs, very fat upper arms, and a fat face and head, her belly was *massive* and her breasts were *enormous*. All the latter three body parts drew a great deal of attention as they wobbled and jiggled erotically in her Turkey red high-waisted (almost Empire) halter dress.

Inductees were instructed to dress to impress in semi-formal or evening wear, appropriate for upscale dating events out amongst the general public—nothing sleazy nor kinky, which could be presented later. This woman nailed it, looking *stunning*. Her natural golden blonde hair and decently attractive features made up to perfection didn’t hurt either.

Several group members couldn’t help staring at the woman’s quite large belly button depression down near her mid-thigh level and very visible through the fabric of her dress. Tara was staring at all of her for a different reason.


“Everyone, I’d like you to meet–”

“–***Tara?!***” the inductee abruptly cut her inviter off.

“***Barb?!***”


One reason the group chose to introduce new potential members with no advanced notice to the body of the group who they were was for moments of serendipity like this. These moments tended to reveal interesting facets of both existing and prospective members, and open things up for more wide-open sharing and getting to know one another. It was always a bonus when a second (or third or more) existing member beyond the inviter knew the inductee and thought favorably of them.


Gretchen quickly regained control, “Yes, this is indeed my friend from work Barb Bloom. It seems that she knows Tara, which is news to me.”

Nervously from the surprise and all the pressure, Barb explained. “Tara and I were amongst a small group of misfit friends in elementary school. Beyond her third leg, people teased Tara for being a fat pear, when she actually at that time was not. I *was* fat, but this was before my beautiful boobs started to develop much, so I had little to no perceived value as a person outside of being a misfit, as was true with all our group at that time. Did I get that right, Tara?”

“Nailed it!” She couldn’t stand it another moment, needing to go over and hug her friend from long ago. “It’s so good to **see** you again, and see what you’ve become!”

The deep hug felt great to Barb as well as Tara. “You too!” She stepped back, looking Tara up and down, “Looks like you’re doing very well!”

“Let’s let Gretchen at least finish her introduction, please” Pat interjected.


Tara stepped just far enough away not to block anyone else’s view of the inviter and inductee, still grinning at Barb, as Barb was at her.

Gretchen continued, “Barb and I have been work friends for a number of years now, often taking breaks together to discuss world events and life in general. As we’ve gradually come to know each other better and earn each other’s trust, the conversations have at times become the more private sort between good, close friends—the kind of conversations one just doesn’t have with anyone. Barb recently admitted to me that she has a high sex drive, and has never found monogamous IIRs to her liking.”

“Too constricting” Barb inserted.

“Once she elaborated on where she is in life and her outlook, I felt safe mentioning my own polyfidelity, then eventually our group.” She turned to Barb.

“I was and am highly intrigued! I’ve done responsible, open, concurrent-partner dating, but up until now have not had the opportunity to be part of any polyamory nor polyfidelity group. I’m pansexual, with attractions which don’t neatly fit onto a spectrum nor less than many paragraphs of words, other than as you can likely tell by my face, I’m liking what I’m seeing.”

“So are we!”

“Hold on, George” Pat interrupted. “We’re mere moments away from the end of the formal introduction and the start of the open meet-up.” She motioned towards Gretchen and Barb for either of them to continue.

Gretchen and Barb whispered between themselves, then the latter continued her speech, “I’m an **extremely** sensual woman, open to new experiences. I’ve tried too many kinks and fetishes over the course of my sexually active life to list here, and welcome your inquiries when we meet individually. I’m obviously a big SSBBW, currently nearing 600 pounds.”

Several in the room gasped softly.

“I’m a foodie and intentional fat gainer, since both eating and being fatter are highly sensual experiences for me, and my body’s always been good at being fat, as Tara will vouch. Some consider being a fat gainer as a kink or fetish, but I consider it a lifestyle choice, as with living poly rather than monog. I’m healthy, and here to tell you from first-hand experience that there is ***nothing*** morbid about being this obese. Thank you for having me here today! Hope this works out!”


So ended the formal introduction. Barb and Tara immediately gravitated back towards each other, with others approaching.

“This is so amazing” said Barb, “crossing paths with you again, here of all places.”

“What exactly surprises you about a woman with two pussies having a strong sex drive and wanting to make the most of her gift?”

Barb’s eyes grew wide. “Oh *yeahhhhh!* I’d *forgotten* that! Now that you mention it, I’m remembering how we all discussed how popular you were going to be when you were older because of that, after our 5th. grade sex ed curriculum. I take it that’s exactly how things worked out?”

“Yeah, it’s more nuanced, but that’s an OK summary. Barb, I’d like you to meet two of my closest friends and lovers, Lou and Linda Lick, who take full advantage of how I’m built for the three of us to share *excellent* 3-ways.”


The introductions and the overall meet-up continued apace. Barb got quite a bit of a boost from Tara’s high cred amongst the group, and their obvious joy reconnecting with one another after so many years—the first time as adults. Tara and another woman who’d been part of the group but needed to move away from the area named Shelly were/had been the only BBW amongst the group. Several were interested in sampling a much fatter BBW, and even more were into big breasts, which a couple of the other women had—but **nothing** like the size of Barb’s monsters!


* *
“Did I pass the audition?” Barb half-joked, several hours later as the meet-up had wound down and was breaking up, as she sat with Gretchen and Tara.

Gretchen explained how things worked, “That’s a decision the rest of us make in the next few days. If anyone has any reservations about accepting you, we currently in the group discuss things to reach a consensus, which may be rejecting your application to join, convincing the party with reservations that they’re unfounded, seeking additional information from you or about you, and probably other things I don’t know about, since they didn’t happen to me when I was admitted, and you’re the first person I’ve invited in.”

“Isn’t it true that once Barb gets the request for proving her current full STI status and asked to refrain from fluid-sharing sex outside the group and ideally all sex outside the group that she’s in?” Tara asked.

“Other than the probationary period, that’s my understanding.”

“What do I have to do to pass probation?”

“Wow at least some of us and not alienate any of us, the latter of which remains true for all of us throughout our time in the group.”

“Any limitations on me spending time with you or Tara or anyone from the group during this interim decision-making span?”

“Not so much for you, other than lobbying and persuasion will mostly be irrelevant, as much of the decision will be based upon what happened here today. Me, Tara, and anyone else need to refrain from any potential STI-transmitting sex with you and everyone else not officially in the group.”

“But visiting as friends without benefits and similar no-contact or safe-contact options?”

“No limitations.”


* *
Tara and Barb had so much to share, they needed more time with each other right away. They made arrangements and drove off in their separate vehicles to pick up Chinese food (Barb) and libations (Tara), meeting up at Tara’s house (with Tara’s current contact information freshly entered into Barb’s handtech).


* *
Barb looked all around as she entered the house. “I thought I recognized the address! This is the house you grew up in, isn’t it?”

“Yes. Mom became unhinged not that many years after you and I last interacted, leaving us and eventually divorcing Dad. Dad and I lived here until my—*our*—early 20s, at which point he had a new love of his life with her own very nice home. They decided he’d move in there, and part-sell part-give me this house, with my special toilet already installed and ready to go.”

“Oh that’s *right*—your double butt!”

“Still there and still and forever letting loose on both sides at the same time, to my ongoing dismay.”

“Seems like a minor downside to have the upside of **two full vulvas!** So let’s get this meal set up, and tell me about your life after 5th. grade.”


* *
Tara side-glanced at her friend soon after they sat down next to each other on the big family room couch with the coffee table in front of it with all the food and many of the beverages. “Show off.”

She was referring to Barb putting a cotton sock around her beer bottle and sticking it in her cleavage. “Habit. I don’t have as much table space at home, and get tired of reaching around myself. I guess you…”–she studied Tara’s breast situation–“yeah, no.”

“Nope. Nor so far have I found practical uses for my two butt cracks anywhere near what you’re doing with your mams.”

“So tell me the life story of your two butt cracks, and the rest of you!”


* *
Barb thrilled at pretty much all of Tara’s life story, as well as the spring rolls, chicken fried rice, barbecued pork, and other dinner delights.


Soon it was her turn, and Tara’s to eat (from amongst what was still left).

“You may remember I was already developing breasts at age 11 when we were in 5th. grade. But the hormones hadn’t kicked in enough to give me a sex drive nor for me to consider it any sort of advantage, so I hid them.”

“I thought you said you didn’t have any then.”

“That was my story at the time, to not deal with it. 6th. grade, new school: boobs had grown big enough over summer for me to have a legit bra. I felt proud and got some respect—or at least less negative attention—right away. I still wasn’t feeling sexual desires, but knew from the world around us that boobs are power. Still had way more belly and hips than boobs, but given the fresh start and my leaving my little girl or hide-myself fashion sense behind, I did OK.

“Like you, 13 years old and 7th. grade was where the hormones started kicking in. From what you said, mine may have been more gradual. Mainly it was the boobs swelling up beyond anyone else’s in my class that made me into a sex object, whether I wanted to be or not. More curve starting to come in on the hips too, not that I needed much, if any. I didn’t get into anything sexual, not even touching myself the way you described. Found an old, forlorn lute at a garage sale, bought it, and tried to fix it and take up the lute. It would be kind of you not to ask how that turned out, at least right now while I’m life story flowin’ so well.

“Halfway through 8th. grade, I had a rack which looked like it belonged on a stacked high school junior. On me of course it was mostly balancing out my belly, buns, and hips, but at least now they were close to balanced. Still not really interested in boys or anyone else, but knowing that was coming, started to practice flirting with them near the end of the school year. Was doing well in school by the way, other than P.E., like you.

“Midway through freshman year of high school was when sexual desires found me. Food sensuality had already been happening since back in 6th. grade, and now **really** kicked in. Went online and found out about the whole fatlovesex world and that I was now a **star**, not a loser! Secretly touched myself, feeling shame but liking it so much I didn’t want to stop. Soon as I found that my fatter vulva rubbed my clit more just walking around, it was all over for any thought of being any less fat than I was then.

“My parents separated, but didn’t divorce until I was in college. First I was with Mom in the house, with Dad out living with his new lover. It was hell on wheels: arguing about how much and what I ate all the time, outgrowing clothes, my style choices for new ones, and more. Sophomore year I was rebelling, avoiding being home as much as possible. That’s when I became sexually active with others. Rather than get bogged down in the details of that right now, I’ll stay with the overview and can tell you more later. I wasn’t totally wild and I did require protection and common sense, but I was pretty free with people I was into. Everything about this period reinforced that big boobs were gold.”

Tara looked away, sighing loudly.

“Hey… if you want to trade bodies, let me know. I like mine a lot, but I’ll trade massive boobs for two pussies **any** time. Summer between sophomore and junior years Dad broke up with his lover and Mom moved in with hers, whom she’d taken up with about a year prior. She didn’t want to move in with the guy until the combination of Dad arguing with her and me making life suck for Mom and her new dude—*ulgh*, what a turd!—made her move out and Dad move back in.

“Dad couldn’t reign me in much, and didn’t try very hard. Unless it involved money in which case he came down forcefully on me, he didn’t get too involved. I don’t think I dressed slutty, but I definitely dressed hot enough to get *lots* of attention and the occasional warning from the vice principal. I was still there to learn, and was learning what was being taught in class, as well as how to better manage my sexual assets. Not too many lovers, and that was around the time I quickly discovered I wasn’t all that much into bonding with one guy. Hadn’t done any women yet, but was feeling strong feelings in that direction. You’re going to have to show me your special toilet or some other one I can use; I gotta go.”


* *
After the break, Barb continued with her life story. “Graduated high school weighing 450 pounds with boobs so huge no one could hide all my cleavage, no matter what they did to my graduation gown. Missed being an honor student, but not by a great amount.

“I had to pay for more of my college education than it sounds like you did. For me that meant getting serious about real summer jobs, not just fun stuff for hanging out with friends and screwing around. Food service was a natural, and where I wound up. BK was the first, with some of the other famous names in later years as I played the fast food field.

“Not planning to go to graduate school, which I didn’t, entering college would be my last new school move, so I wanted to do it as well as possible. Studied a little about the look and attire of fierce free-thinking female fatties so I could nail it as well as possible from the first day, leaving the last vestiges of sad, reserved, unhappy Barb Blub of elementary school behind.”


“Freshman year made it clear right away that I was in the big leagues now, and wouldn’t have time to mess up on my studies. Shied away from sex with others as I struggled to figure everything out about college life. Shied away from solo sex only on account of having a roommate, and needing to learn how that worked.

The concept of the dining hall and being able to eat multiples of all but the truly expensive stuff without anyone monitoring me was like a gift from Gaia! Sure, it wasn’t always the best, but it was good enough, plentiful, and paid for! Like moths to light, fellow foodies flocked to the two dining halls from which we could choose. Not all were fat, nor were all fat students foodies, but the correlation was pretty good. Made some new friends in my class, all women at this point, from amongst this group. Again, I can go into far more detail on this once the overview is finished.”

“I’m fine with that” {and having another beer}.