A night of passion

chapter 1 - the nightclub

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This is a little different from my previous stories, featuring rapid and unrealistic weight gain as well as darker themes including non-consenual intoxication and some mild sexual encounters.
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The thumping rhythm and flashing lights washed over us all, bodies pressed against one another on the dance floor as the drinks flowed. Another night spent drinking and dancing in the generic local nightclub, pretty faces and toned bodies writhing in the intoxicating atmosphere. Except it’s hard to focus on having fun on a girl’s night out when one of your friends is doing everything to be the centre of attention. Sofia had always been the ‘prettiest’ one of the three of us, or at least that’s how she acted.

Yet again I found myself stood at the bar with my friend Chrissy as we nursed our cocktails, staring daggers across the dancefloor. It wouldn’t take long to follow our eyeline to see what was annoying us so much. A fit young girl in the middle of the dancefloor using her body to draw the attention of every man and even a few women as she danced. She knew exactly what she was doing too, why else would she be wearing such a skin-tight little black dress that proudly showed off her round ass. Each movement was enough to shake her ass for all to see, the hem of her dress only just managing to keep her decent as it sat atop her nicely thick thighs.

“This is bullshit.” Moaned Chrissy as she leaned towards me. “She always pulls this stunt, so busy trying get herself felt up than hang with us!” I could only nod as I sipped on my drink, she was right though. This had been the routine for every night out now for months, Sofia seemingly forgetting about us while she earned herself free drinks and the occasional lay while we were left with scraps. Chrissy turned back to me and leaned in to whisper in my ear “We should do something, you know? To mess with her.”

I could already see the cogs turning behind her eyes as she said that, and part of me had a pretty good idea of what she wanted to do. You see me and Chrissy had actually discovered each other on a fat fetish app not long after meeting. It was definitely awkward at first, but we ended up becoming close as we shared our love for everything fat, especially how much she enjoyed teasing me for getting pretty chubby already. “I’m gonna regret this but… what are you planning?” I sighed as I saw Chrissy’s eyes light up and a devilish grin form.

I didn’t even get a response as she turned to face the bar, quickly getting the attention of one of the cute guys tending bar. I couldn’t make out what she asked for with how loud the music was swelling, so I simply returned to watching the crowd. A few minutes passed as I saw Sofia grinding her pert ass up against anyone who would let her when the bartender returned with three big pitchers of bright bubbly cocktails. Chrissy didn’t even give me a chance to ask as she told me to take the drinks to one of the booths at the back of the club before she disappeared into the crowd.

Letting out a sigh at her antics, I carefully carried the pitchers through the crowd while trying to ignore every time my own chubby ass or belly brushed against someone. Setting the pitchers down on the table before I began to shuffle along the padded seat and get comfortable, it didn’t take too long before Chrissy returned. She was practically dragging Sofia by the hand as she led her to our booth, pulling her onto the seat so she would be squeezed between us both.

I could actually see the look of disappointment on Sofia’s face from having been dragged off the dance floor disappearing as she laid eyes on the pitchers, no doubt working up a thirst from all her dancing. Chrissy pushed one pitcher towards each of us, winking at me as I realized her plan. Sofia didn’t need much provocation to begin sucking at the straw with a fervour, only stopping to exclaim how tasty the strawberry cocktail was before renewing her assault on the pitcher.

Chrissy then began her next step of the plan, filling the moment with mindless chatter in an attempt to distract Sofia. And I couldn’t believe it at first, but it was actually working. Sofia smiled and nodded as she listened intently to whatever Chrissy babbled on about, and with the grace of a skilled magician Chrissy quickly pushed her own untouched pitcher in front of Sofia. Perhaps it was the serotonin from all the dancing, or maybe she was just that thirsty, but she didn’t even pause as she began to work her way through the second pitcher. Part of me felt bad for playing along with this little scheme, but I wasn’t going to stand in the way of Chrissy’s fun, less I end up at her mercy like this.

A sudden kick to my shin brought me back from my thoughts as I saw Chrissy staring at me, then looking at my pitcher. Confused I looked over and was shocked to see the second pitcher was nearing empty. I carefully and slowly pushed my own pitcher towards her and watched in awe as she began to knock back her third helping. My eyes followed each mouthful as it travelled down her lithe neck, past her perky chest and to her stomach. I had to stop myself from audibly gasping as I saw just how distended her waist had become, the way her dress domed forward slightly from so much alcohol.

The last few drops flowed into her bloated midsection as she finally pushed away the last pitcher, slumping back in a slight daze causing her stomach to look even more pronounced. It didn’t take a genius to realise that everything Sofia had consumed would have her absolutely plastered in no time as the alcohol worked its way through her system. I offered my hand out and gently rubbed her shoulder as she let out a little moan of discomfort, only to be cut off with a loud belch. Her face may have been red, but less from embarrassment and more from the fact that she was completely drunk.

“Come on girls, why don’t we get something to eat and soak up some of this booze?” winked Chrissy as she not so gently pulled Sofia from her resting place. I quickly scooted around and wrapped Sofia’s arm over my shoulders as I slowly helped her across the dance floor behind Chrissy. I tried my best to ignore the few glances and stares as I carried her towards the exit, but I figured a wasted girl was hardly a world’s first for this place. Chrissy was already waiting outside when we finally emerged, grabbing both of us by the hand and pulling us into a fast food joint next door.

Now to be fair I don’t think I’d ever been in this place while I was still relatively sober before, but it was hard to ignore the overpowering aroma of greasy food floating through the air. It must have still been pretty early in the night since the three of us were the only customers inside, and yet as I looked at the counter, I saw two brown paper bags filled to capacity already, and the man behind the counter was already filling a third. “I got us all a little bit of everything!” smiled Chrissy, her true intentions hidden away from Sofia. The poor girl was struggling to stay awake, never mind upright without my assistance.