Chapter 1 - 'we promised'

Michaela stood sheepishly in the small apartment lobby. The glass box that held her echoed every shuffle of clothing and awkward cough. The last week of February had been surprisingly warm for the season, and Michaela had wrapped her body in her favourite leggings and tucked her belly under a massive exercise hoodie. She wore a green fatigue jacket that was merely for show - she would never be able to pull it around her massive chest or fruitful belly.

She cleared her throat and sniffed, feeling the heat of her outfit insulating her very warm, very heavy body. With a little help from her gluttonous, alcoholic brother Jackson, Michaela had crested past 300lbs the previous weekend. She had told him that he had been a bad influence and that she was now double her weight from last year, to which he simply answered:

"I better catch up then!" And doubled their food delivery order.

Michaela had anxious butterflies as she waited for the elevator doors to open. She watched the digital numbers flicker down from 12 to 1, and her heartbeat reached a breaking point in her neck.

The doors slid open and there was Mel, a big tooth grin on her warm face. Her eyebrows painted a seductive stroke across the devilish canvas across her face. She strode confidently out of the elevator. Michaela noticed the lift bounce slightly as it discharged her heavy figure. The bulbous black girl walked with a sense of confidence that Michaela had never possessed in her life. She was wearing bright yoga pants and a dangerously tight crop top. As she approached Michaela, she sensuously untucked her big round belly from her pants and admitted her into the lobby.

"Hey." She said with a tipsy excitement. Her eyes seemed full and hungry.

"Hey." Michaela croaked back awkwardly.

"Are you ready? Matt has everything prepared upstairs...although I will admit I already took an edible. Really makes it hit different when I'm high. Did you have dinner?"

"Um, sorta." Michaela had had a modest portion of mac and cheese before she had left her house. It was 7pm, and she was starved. She decided not to tell Mel that her idea of modest was the entire box and then some.

"So you're ready to eat?" She could hear the lust in the inebriated girl's voice. It was making Michaela's legs quake.

"...hell yes." She met her eyes and felt the warmth of her skin. Mel placed her hand on Michaela's side and called the elevator. Michaela felt herself growing hot and wet as she watched Mel rub her exposed belly and laugh.

"I have been thinking about this for weeks," she began, tossing her curly hair to one side. "Matt and I can hardly keep ourselves satisfied, it'll be nice to have someone else to focus on...and to fill up. I'm so happy Antony talked Matt into this. He can be a little shy. But hopefully not tonight..."

The lift open and groaned as the two BBWs stepped inside. Mel was eating up Michaela with lustful eyes.

"I can't believe you hid yourself under this sweater. I can't even get a good look at you." She felt her soft hands on her big, fat tummy. Mel stared at Michaela's belly as she lifted up the thick grey sweatshirt and revealed Michaela's wobbly belly. "Mmm...you're so soft."

Michaela could feel her heartbeat in her skull. Her groin was screaming to be touched.

"I can't believe you've stuffed it away from us. Let it breathe, baby." Mel slowly pulled down the tight leggings off of Michaela's belly button, exposing an angry red line where the waistband once sat. Mel checked in, taking a handful of Michaela's flesh and shaking it. An uncontrollable moan dropped from Michaela's mouth.

"Fuck me, that's a lot of woman," Mel breathed. "I thought I was big...but clearly I have competition. I hope Matt doesn't spend TOO much time on you."

This felt like the longest elevator ride in Michaela's life. She kept thinking about Antony. Was this cheating? He asked for this, right?

Mel leaned over and tugged the fatigue jacket from Michaela's fat arms. She slowly lifted the sweater off, revealing Michaela's massive but straining sports bra.

She was standing half-naked in the elevator. Her belly was fully out, her tits were straining and bloated. Mel held her belly with one hand and Michaela's with the other. She leaned forward and gave her a gentle, but full lipped kiss.

"Are you ready for some fun?"

Michaela's answer got caught her in throat. "Please...please."

The door opened, and they stepped into the hallway. They moved as quick as they could to number 8, and snuck in so as not to be seen.

The apartment smelled like oil. Music played in the background, soft lighting was it. It was simple and functional, no decorations or anything extravagant.

"We like to spend our money on experiences rather than furniture." Mel walked into her apartment and called out for Matt. She slipped off her crop top, revealing her small but fattened boobs.

Michaela awkwardly kicked off her shoes and came in. Matt had explicitly said not to bring anything.

She heard heavy footsteps, and there he was.

She remembered the fit, adonis delivery boy from last summer. He was gone. A fat ex-jock stood before her, with puffy face and jiggly belly. His ass was huge. He must be high 200s. Something about him still seemed irresistible.

He walked forward in tight gym shorts and a t-shirt that held his moobs and hanging belly. He hugged Michaela warmly.

"Are you okay? She gets really horny when she's high."

Michaela felt a release as she laughed. "Oh really? I hadn't noticed."

Matt took Michaela's coat and sweater and headed off into the kitchen. She could hear the ruffling of bags and he remerged with a tray of take out food.

"What did Antony tell you about tonight?"

Michaela swallowed hard as her stomach growled for the fried goodies.

"That you were going to feed me."

Matt smiled as he placed the food down and cracked a can of beer. He brought it to Michaela and held her face softly. She opened her mouth and he tipped the cold, frothy ale down her throat. She chugged like she was a sorority girl. The can was soon empty, and she ripped a big burp.

"We are going to feed you. We promised we would. But that's just the beginning."

He gestured for her to come in.

"Don't just stand there, come on. We have a lot to show you. Antony left clear instructions...we've expanded on it a little bit."

Michaela wobbled forward, feeling her thighs stuck together and her ass shift from east to west with each rotund step. She looked at Matt's big soft belly, and felt an urge to reach out and touch it. She resisted. She needed another one of those beers before she started with that.

The living room was lit with candles and incense. A mountain of food was on the table, and huge grocery bags of chips and candies and other indulgences. A two-four of high calorie beer was ripped open, and two bottles of wine sat beside. Mel was taking all the food out and opening every bag and container.

But what caught Michaela's eye was the desk chair that had been rigged with a long tube and kitchen funnel. Beside it sat a blender that was filled to the brim with thick, creamy liquid. It had a cushion on the seat.

"What's that for?" Michaela asked, even though she knew.

"That's for you," he grinned. "That's our first stop. Have a seat...unless you think your ass might not fit?"