Chapter 1 - full chapter

For the second time this week, the computer had froze and stopped working. “Just my luck,” i roll me eyes and call the repair company. “Any luck?” Rosé asked as she grabbed a tub of ice cream out of the freezer. “Yeah, they’re sending someone now. We just wait i suppose,” i shrugged and adjusted the shirt i was wearing that barely covered my rather pudgy belly. i checked outside quickly and noted the sky which was coming up to sunset.

After around 10 minutes, there was finally a knock at the door. Opening it revealed a scrawny you with a smile washed over your face, i stifled a laugh at how skinny you are and opened the door wider so you could come inside. “So you’re having problems in what way?” you ask, making your way to the computer that rosé was sitting next to while devouring her tub of ice cream. “It kind of just freezes and then we have to shut the entire thing down, even then we’re lucky if it works,” she sighed. I shook my head in agreement.

You spend a while fixing the problem, all the while i was making eye contact with rosé since we both were thinking the same thing - how fun it would be to squish you between our jelly-like, hanging bellies.
And when we want something, we get it.

We untucked our bellies and let them hang over our shorts, then moved closer to the you and waited for you to notice. “So,” i began as your gaze locked on our hanging bellies which solicited our theory. “You’re quite scrawny.”

Your eyes bulged, “Oh, yes… well i-“

Rosé cuts you off, “how much do you weight?” You nervously looked around, clearly unsure what to say or do in such a situation. I rolled my eyes and in one swipe, removed your shirt to reveal a bony chest which caused an eruption of laughter from both of us.

“Oh!” I chuckled, “look at this.” I removed my shirt so i was now completely bare from the waist up and watched rosé roar with laughter as i stood next to your tiny frame. You looked about a quarter of my size. “What do you think?” i smirk. “I look pathetic next to you…” you admit, clearly intimidated by my size. “Rosé,” i nodded her way and immediately she was next to you, shirtless too and comparing her massive size to your dismal one.

“Here’s an idea!” I grab your waist and throw you over my shoulder with ease. My shoulders are large and hard, with each step i take your eyes widen and it’s clear you can feel the impact of my shoulder hitting into your gut each time you’re lifted into the air for a second and then back onto my shoulder. “Please! let me down!” you plead with fear evident. “Not a chance! You’re our toy now,” i declare, your legs hitting my hanging belly and oversized thighs with every step. I enjoy the sight, so we decide to play a game with you, why not.

“My turn!” Rosé giggles, “you’re coming with me now.” She plucks you off my shoulder as if you weigh nothing and slaps you against her shoulder, her back fat entrapping your hand. You were currently squeezed between her chins and shoulder as she began jumping up and down for our own entertainment.

“Please, please i’ll do anything! Just let me down,” you cry out. “you’re both so big i can barely breathe right now!”

“Aw really?” I laugh, teasing you for being desperate. “Not a chance, twig. We’ve got you wrapped tightly around our fingers now, you’re not going anywhere.”

“Shall we?” Rosé smirks, i knew exactly what she meant. “Oh yes! Come on twiggy, do you like sandwiches?” I asked intently, you furrow you brows for a moment before replying. “Yes…?”

“Perfect!” You were dropped from Rosé’s shoulder and immediately pressed between our two bellies into the tightest bear hug possibly ever. We can feel you struggling, each time you move you become more and more stuck, our bellies are like pudding. Thick, wobbly, jiggly pudding. You were trying to escape but only managed to jiggle and lift up our heavy bellies. We squeeze you even tighter between our bellies and tits, i could feel your bony rib cage poking into me as your eyes dart around the room in search of a way to get out.

“Jeez twiggy, do you ever shut up? Stop moaning, enjoy it!” Rosé licked the remaining ice cream from her spoon and pushes you down onto the couch so you’re almost lying down. “This should quieter you.” She lifted her belly up with both hands, with a slap your face was enveloped with the heavy weight. Your legs began to wiggle and writhe under the weight, you kicked the cushions off the couch and clawed at the air before she lifted her belly up for a moment so you wouldn’t totally suffocate.

“This is the most fun i’ve had in a while!” I exclaim, “oh i agree,” rosé agreed. “Shall we continue the fun?” i ask, the answer obvious. We pick you up again, clearly at this point you’re understanding what was happening and almost … enjoying it.

Your skinny torso wasn’t wide enough for our initial plan, so we improvised with rope nearby. “How tight do you think?” i asked rosè as i began tightening the rope that we had placed around the three of us. We lifted your thin frame so your stomach was squeezed between one of my tits and one of rosé’s, it was really a sight.

“Please not too tight, i can’t take much more,” you sigh. “Quiet twiggy!” i exclaim, “very tight,” i answer my own question. The rope digs into our backs and we don’t care, you can’t even wiggle this time it’s so tight. Your chest can barely rise and fall, you have no room to do so much as breathe. We start jumping while we sandwich you, watching you lose hope of getting out as our fatty tits compress your stomach and lungs even more. You try again, “i have things to do, this is insane.” Our eyes roll, “you’re pathetic.”

“I don’t think he’s had enough, have you?” Rosé asks. “Hm,” i stare at you, your face was smiling rightly, finding the ecstasy in being unable to even move. “No, i don’t believe he has.”

We untie ourselves and i hoist your flailing body over my shoulder once again, knocking the wind out of you as your stomach hits my shoulder. I open the curtains so the entire city view can be seen. “Rope please,” i ask rosè who obliged with a smile. “You grab his head, i’ll do the legs.”

“What?!” You exclaim in confusion. I had always wanted a human bag, so we turn you upside down and press your face into my doughy belly and watch your entire face become engulfed. I wrap the rough rope around my gut and your back, tying it tightly so your face was fully pressed in, then a few more times around my shoulders to hold your legs down do you appeared like a human bag. I can feel your ragged, shaking breath on my gut, you feel ripples of my fat against your face like waves lapping the shore.

“I’m jealous,” rosé pouts, “What a pretty bag you make!” She presses your face deeper into my gut and i feel you let out a breath in shock. The entire city could see how pitifully tiny you are next to me, spread like a starfish with your face pressed into my gut and your hands tied around my back while every move from me resulted in you inhaling another sharp, shallow breath since you were far too engulfed in me to even reach the air.

“What is he even trying to say?” She raises an eyebrow. “Who cares,” i shrug. Every time you try and speak, you end up with a mouthful of giggly gut and less air.

“Let me have a turn.” by now it was dark outside, yet we still had plans for our shiny new toy. Your face was red from being upside down for so long, your face leaving a print on my gut which just showed how pathetic your skinny frame really was compared to my much larger one.

“My my! what a difference,” i held up the measuring tape in front of your face. “Her waist is more than 30 inches bigger than yours, that must make you feel embarrassed!” I had just measured your waist compared to rosé’s and she now held a proud smile while yours faulted for a second, recognising how much power we held next to you, then gaining it back the second your eyes met our oversized bodies. “I am,” you admit.

Something i wanted to try suddenly popped up into my head, i remove you from your spot on the couch and throw you over my shoulders, your legs over one shoulder while your torso was behind my
head and your chest and head over the other shoulder. My arms supporting your knees and shoulders with ease, a classic wrestling move that worked exceptionally for size comparison.

“Who would have thought fixing our computer could lead to such fun?” Rosé commented. “Beats me,” i reply. “He looks like a jacket!” she laughs. “He barely even need to be held up, he takes up shit-all space on your shoulders. It’s like an ant compared to a whale, hilarious.”

“Isn’t it just?” My head taught against your stomach, i love hearing your breaths remain shallow and ragged as i know i’m the reason why.

I notice the computer finally turn on and it looks like it has been seriously updated, i suppose we had been neglecting updates for quite a while now…

“Here,” i throw you from my shoulders onto the couch where rosé takes over. Yep, the computer was definitely fixed, the page i was on when it froze popped up - delivery food!

“Do you-“ I cut myself off to laugh as i took in the sight of your entire body engulfed in rosé’s fat as she lay her entire weight on top of you. “I can feel you smiling, twiggy.” She teased. The couch had a dip in it from the weight of it, her belly and side fat spilling over and covering most of you so all you looked like was legs since she kept shifting her chest and gut between your face and stomach, making sure the pressure was intense just the way we like it.

She glanced at the computer and sighed happily, “We’re you asking what to order?” she questioned, your face still buried so tightly in her soft gut that not even an utter could be heard. “Of course.” “Order it all!” She exclaimed.

“Obviously, but one more thing…” i carried off. Rosé shifted so her belly was only covering your face now, your chest struggling to rise with the weight. Your stomach was free reign, so i did what i wanted to and launched myself onto it. You immediately flinched and curled up slightly at the impact of such weight, i didn’t care and wiggled around some more. “You’re not very comfortable, twiggy, but my you are fun!” i chuckle.

After playing with your skinny frame for a while more, and using you as a table and a chair at multiple points while we feasted on the spread we ordered (and you muttering about how you could feel our weight expanding with every bite we took) we decided it was time to let you go…. for now.