chapter 2 (part 1)

It's been about 4 hours since the ad first launched. And when you multiply that out by watch times, that means we've been doing this for...well, I'd say 4 months, but actually, because of how much longer the ads last now, probably closer to 6? So that's 1 month of us reliving the commercial over and over the way we were supposed to do it, then 5 months of doing it our own way. And needless to say, if someone's been gobbling up hot dogs nonstop for 5 months straight, they're gonna put on some weight.

A lot of weight.

Like, a shit ton of weight.

There's this guy who walks past us every commercial. Except now, he has to start walking on the grass, just so he can get around this gigantic behemoth of a woman.

She walks over to me,

BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM

Every footfall creates a small shake in the earth beneath. And creates a jiggle in her huge legs, and their wider-than-a-tree-trunk thighs. And it's not a quick, shuttery jiggle, mind you, or even a slow one that wears out its welcome. It jiggles around at the perfect, sexy speed. God, even when she's the size of a blimp, everything about her is still perfect! She's still wearing her white dress. I assume in a size with at least 99 X's in it. Her belly almost touches the ground, I assume the only reason it doesn't is because the dress is just barely holding it up.

"Wow, that's my favorite dog!" she says, her mouth watering as she eyes all one thousand hot dogs I bought for her. However, she can't just lean over and grab them. Not anymore. Her gut's simply gotten too big. At first, she solved this by kneeling in front of the bench. But then, she got even fatter, and could no longer reach the bench past her huge tummy. So, she had to start laying on her belly while she ate. But, eventually, she got too fat for even that to work. Her belly became so large, it would actually lift her off the ground as she laid on it, to the point she couldn't even reach the bench. And keep in mind, her gut isn't a solid sphere, it's a jiggly, malleable ball of softness that squishes and spreads out when she lays on it. I say that so you can understand just how big it had to get before she started encountering this problem. Nevertheless, she is stubborn, and soon realized she could just roll forward on her tummy slightly, and she'd be able to reach the food.

With a thousand hot dogs, though, I can no longer just pile them up next to me. I had to place some of them in my lap. So yes, here she is, laying in front of me, her fat, sexy breasts smushed against my legs as she greedily consumes the food in my lap. And Christ are those some knockers! They're literally hanging to the ground! They're not sagging, though, they're perfectly shapely and plump. In fact, not only are they hanging to the ground, they're even bulging against it!

She makes quick work of that food, though, but for some reason takes her time on the last one. Finally, though, after she finishes sucking up the fat sausage in my lap, she moves on to the ones occupying the rest of the bench. First having to get back up, move sideways slightly, then lay back on her belly so she can eat them. Even moved over, though, I can still feel her fat, fat, fat belly lightly rubbing against my shins as she moves around.

Finally, she does finish all 1000 of the calorific wieners. And I don't really think we'll ever run into a viewer with this much patience again, so I just pray I can have the confidence to ask her out this time.

She stands back up, lets out a satisfied burp, then pats her fat gut a few times, causing it to wobble for quite a few seconds. "Godddddddd, that was sooo tasty!" "Well, remind me to buy 2000 next time!" "God, if ONLY!" she giggles. She then turns around and takes a seat to my right. And for the next few seconds, I get to take in just how goddamned humongous she is.

First of all, she doesn't even fit. I'm scooted as far left on the bench as I can, and she can't even fit one ass cheek on the bench. Some of that cheek goes over the right edge, and some of it presses against my thigh and spills into my lap. I can only assume her right butt cheek is being held up by the best wall-sit game I've ever seen. With that said, with an ass so big, would you believe me if I told you her belly's even bigger? Yeah, she's about twice as thick back to front as she is left to right. Well, maybe that's an exaggeration. Probably more like 1.5 times as thick. Still though, that's still a pretty big belly!

But remember how I said this only lasted a few seconds? Can you guess why?

CRASH!!!

She shatters the right half of the bench and falls to the ground.

"Well, I guess I should've seen that coming," she chuckles, "I suppose that's what I get for eating sooo much food!" "It'll be fine. If last time's anything to go by, it'll probably be back in one piece before next commercial." "Christ, I'll have to add that to my resume, 'broke a bench multiple times just by sitting on it'". I chuckle, "I mean, yeah. I'm kinda surprised it didn't shatter my half of the bench too!" I slap my hand over my mouth. Fuck! Why did I just say that?! Smooth, real smooth. Every girl loves being called fat to her face. Giggling, though, she replies, "I know! I'm such a fatty! To be fair, though, it's definitely worth it! I mean, I'd gladly double my weight just for the chance to eat one more of those scrumptious hot dogs!" "Wow...you're...*really* obsessed with those things, aren't you?" "Sure am!" "But...I mean, you've been eating them nonstop for months now. How are you not sick of them by now?" "Well, I don't know if I've told you this before, but it is my *favorite* dog."

I immediately burst into laughter. A long fit of laughter, unable to catch my breath. "Jeez, I didn't think it was that funny," she says, smiling. Eventually, though, she herself joined in on the laughter, before eventually it died down.

A short silence ensues.

"H-hey, so...." I ask her, "I've been wondering...would you, maybe, wanna go on a date with me?" She gasps, "OH MY GOD! I thought you'd never ask!" She excitedly pulls me into a hug, pressing me against her soft boobs. "So...is that a yes?" I ask. "YES, YES, YES!!!" she exclaims, squeezing me tighter, "erm, so, where do you wanna go?" she asks, quickly trying to regain her composure. "Um..." shit, I didn't think I'd get this far, "how about a walk in the park?" "Hmm...well, truth be told, I've already spent my whole life so far in the park." "Oh..." "but hey, what about a restaurant?" "Hey, yeah! What are you thinking, Taco Bell? Taco Bell? Taco Bell? Or, if you feel like it, Taco Bell." "What about Taco Bell?" "Sure!" "Great! Let's go!"

She stands up, and we both start excitedly running/sprinting to the nearest Taco Bell. We're still holding our dogs on leashes, but luckily they're both eager to follow behind us. Which probably makes sense, if their minds are like ours, this is probably the most they've ever run in their life.

BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM

Every step she takes continues to shake the ground beneath her, and her running only makes it all the more powerful. At some point, she nearly knocked over an elderly couple just by running in the same vicinity as them. They were many feet away, yet with every booming footstep she took, they slowly lost their balance. Luckily, they didn't fall over, but it was a close one.

We finally stop at the edge of the park. Across the street from us is a block containing a wide variety of restaurants: Taco Bell, Taco Bell, Taco Bell, Taco Bell, and of course, our destination: Taco Bell. We cross the street, and just to drive the point home about her weight, before she even stepped foot off the curb, her belly was already on the other side of the street. Granted, it's a narrow road, just barely two lanes, but still. And as we cross the street, her thunderous footsteps cause all the parked cars nearby to have their alarms go off.

I enter the restaurant's double doors. I notice the loud footsteps stop. When I turn around, I see her stuck in the doorway. "[RRGH!] uh, hey so...a little help?" I grab her arms and try pulling her inside, but she doesn't budge. After a minute or so of her not moving an inch, I finally give up, "look, [whew] I don't think this is gonna work." "What? No, it's gotta work!" "Look, no offense, but even if we somehow manage to squeeze your belly through these doors, there's no way in hell that butt is gonna fit through." She turns her head to look at her ginormous ass, "Yeah, I guess you're right," she giggles, "well, in that case, you might wanna get out of the way."

After backing up several feet, she runs into the door at full speed, her belly tearing the restaurant a new one. The glass windows shatter and the metal bars that once formed the doorframe are completely mangled, but at least she can now get inside. She giddily waddles up to the counter, knocking over the stanchions surrounding the thankfully empty waiting line, "Hi, I'll take one thousand grande hot dog supremes, please!" The short cashier looks shocked. Her face like someone who just got off a scary roller coaster as she looks in disbelief at this gigantic woman in front of her. "Um, excuse me, I said I'll take one thousand grande hot dogs supreme, please?" The cashier finally replies, "oh, uh, right...um, would you like anything else?" "Nope! That'll be--oh wait," she turns around to face me, her huge rear end accidentally knocking over the cash register, "did you wanna order anything too?" "N-no, I already had lunch." I say, blushing. "Alright then, that'll be all!" My date says to the cashier. "Okay...um, do you want a drink with that?" The cashier asks, still trying to cross off all the items on her list despite the unusual circumstances. "Nope!" "Okay, and...um...[sigh] would you like to upgrade your hot dogs to jumbo size?" "JUMBO SIZE?!?!" she asks, her eyes lighting up, "What's that?" "...It's like the normal hot dog...but jumbo sized." "OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD!! Yes! Upgrade my meal to jumbo size!" she says, jumping up and down in excitement, which causes all the remaining windows in the restaurant to shatter. While the cashier takes the order, I quickly write a note on my arm to order jumbo sized hot dogs next time.

Shortly after placing her order, all 1000 hot dogs shortly arrive at the counter for her to pick up. "Wow! These really ARE jumbo sized!" she says, eyeing the fat, lengthy wieners on the counter, eager to get one in her mouth. She tries to grab one, but can't reach the counter past her vast belly. I try handing her one, but I can't even reach her arms past her vast belly. She tries walking closer to me to see if that helps, but we soon realize there's no way she can get close enough without first suffocating me in her fat. Finally, she backs up, rolls onto her stomach, then grabs a hot dog from the counter to try out. "Mmmh, it'sh good. Oh, DAMMIT!" "What's wrong?" I ask her. "I forgot to ask for toppings!" "M-my apologies ma'am," the cashier apologizes, "Which toppings would you like?" "Um...ketchup and mustard. Oh, and relish. OH, and cheese! Extra cheese! I LOVE cheese!" "Coming right up!" The cashier then throws away the entire order and quickly brings up another set of 1000 hot dogs which already had those exact toppings she listed. Still laying on her belly, my date grabs one of the hot dogs, tries it, "MMMM!!! Thish ish REALLY good!" She then stands up and turns to me. I have to quickly jump out of the way to dodge getting accidentally hit by her belly. "C'mon!" she exclaims with her arms full of hot dogs, "help me get these to our table!" I grab a bunch of hot dogs and we both walk/waddle to the seating area. Along the way, her giant ass gets caught between the sectional wall and the exterior wall, but she eventually squeezes through. Unfortunately, we have to take several trips, which means she repeatedly gets stuck over and over again.

After we haul over all the food, I take a seat. And she, well, tries to do the same. First pulling her high stool-chair as far out from the table as she can, then beginning to sit on it, before it immediately crumbles under her weight and she falls to the ground. The impact nearly causes our table to fall over, and my dog starts barking at her. She giggles, "I almost forgot you were here!" She tries to pet it to calm it down, but can't reach anything past her enormous gut. "I can't believe they let us take our dogs inside," I comment. She replies, "they were probably too distracted by how fucking enormous I am to even notice!" I chuckle.

She rolls onto her stomach and starts gobbling up her hot dogs at a surprising rate. I can't look away from her massive tits, swaying around rhythmically in harmony with her shoveling food into her mouth at a constant pace. And I do mean constant. While eating a hot dog with one hand, the other hand will be grabbing the next one, unwrapping it, and bringing it to her lips just before she finishes her current dog. Perfectly synced, perfectly uniform, all while her arm movements cause her breasts to bounce around at a hypnotic pace.

As she eats, her clothes get tighter. It's not long before the sides of her dress rip. She, of course, isn't fazed one bit, and continues eating and eating. Her dress rips more and more, revealing more and more of her fat, fat body. A rip forms at the front of her belly. Another forms on her cleavage. Another along her back, presumably a result of all her frequent arm movements.

By the time she's done with her food, her dress is barely even holding on. She lets out a satisfied burp and gives her fat belly a few content pats, causing her thick upper arms to jiggle. "God that was good," she smiles at me. "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself", I smile back. She rolls backward and sits her butt on the floor. I then hear her struggling again, before she asks "hey, um...could you maybe rub my belly for me?" "U-uh-um..." I stutter nervously. "It's just, it's really big, and I can't reach the front of it." "O-oh, sure..." I hesitantly walk up to her giant, massive, enormous belly, and start rubbing it. It feels really good. "Ohh, yeah, that's better," she says. I start rubbing with both hands, rubbing wider and wider circles, getting lost in the sensation. "You're really enjoying yourself, aren't you?" she asks. "it's just...really soft. And smooth. And....um..." "fat?" My face turns red. She giggles, "don't be afraid to say it! I'm not offended or anything." "F-fat...but like, in a cute way. Like, the extra pudge makes you even more adorable." "Awwww, you're sweet...hey, could you maybe rub a little higher up?" I start rubbing higher. "A little higher," she says. At some point, I have to climb up on her belly to reach where she's talking about. Right before I'm about to reach her boobs, she puts a finger under my chin and tilts my gaze up to hers. Slowly, we lean in close to each other.

She wraps her fat arms behind my back, and we share a kiss. A long kiss. Before long, it transforms into us making out, and soon after that she asks, "you wanna take this somewhere more private?" "My place?" "Yes" she replies quickly. She then releases the embrace, rolls backward, then stands to her feet. Her dress immediately gives out, the ripped garment falling off her body, leaving behind nothing but a bra, panties, and an absolute fuck ton of fat. Her belly now touches the floor.

We leave the restaurant together and I led her to my place. I'm not sure how I knew where to go, I guess it must've just been muscle memory from my other consciousness. When we get to the sidewalk, I have to start walking in front of her, since she takes up the entire sidewalk and then some.

When we reach my place, there's 2 pieces of good news, and 1 piece of bad news. Good news #1, the apartment building has very wide double doors, so she can just barely squeeze inside. Good news #2, my apartment is on the bottom floor, so we don't have to use the elevator or stairs. The bad news, though, is my apartment door is only wide enough for one person. One *normal* sized person. And this girl is anything but normal sized.

Without any hesitation, she runs into the wall and busts open a hole in it with her titanic tummy. She then grabs me by the hand, yanks me into my apartment, and we start making out on the couch. Within seconds, the couch collapses to the floor under her gargantuan weight, but neither of us care. Our dogs walk into the kitchen, and start licking from a water bowl...each from a different water bowl. Why are there two water bowls? Maybe I have a second dog? One that I've just never brought to the park?

Before I have a chance to further ponder on this, she grabs my hands and places them on her boobs. Her fat, soft, gigantic boobs. She starts kissing my neck. I begin caressing her wonderful belly. She sees the words written on my arm, 'buy 1000 jumbo sized hot dogs'. She pulls out a pen from her purse, wipes off the 1, and puts down a 2. "Wow, you're gonna get REALLY fat." I say. "Yeah, I know," she says, before putting her mouth back on my neck.

After a while, we decide we need to grab a condom. I go to my bedroom, where I see a king sized bed, with two nightstands. Odd. From there I head to the master bathroom. I then proceed to stand there in disbelief for several seconds.

Pretty soon, I hear loud, thunderous footsteps, followed by the sound of a feminine voice struggling to squeeze through a door, before just crashing open another hole in the wall. "What's taking so long, baby?" she asks, wrapping her arms over my shoulders (first having to roll onto her belly so she can even reach me). "I...I don't think I live here alone..." I say, looking at the makeup on the counter, the tampons on a shelf, and the towels saying 'for him' and 'for her'. "Uh oh," she begins to panic. I hear the thud as she gets back to her feet, "are you cheating with me? Am I gonna be the end of a relationship? Or worse, what if you're married! Am I a home wrecker?" as she says this, her gigantic ass accidentally knocks over a table, breaking the vase and photo that sat atop it.