Twister!

Chapter 1 - Part One

Your soft legs rested on my lap, pooling out like an endless expanse of blubber I couldn't stop playing with; watching it jiggle and shake as I grabbed handfuls and squeezed playfully. You were wearing your staying-in clothes, which just meant clothes you’d outgrown long ago but loved to wear to remind yourself of how big you’d grown. A matching set of grey underwear and a bra that could hardly contain your heavy chest and full hips. Your stomach swallowed the front of your panties, and your fleshy hips and side rolls pulled the barely visible straps tight, squeezing your fat body as it threatened to burst them at the seams. My hands traced up your figure, slowly dragging along your heavy outline and making it to your cleavage spilling out of the bra you still wore despite it being several cup sizes too small. They pressed together and overflowed in all directions, soft and malleable like a marshmallow. You moaned in pleasure, finishing the rest of your wine and locking eyes with me.
"Let's have some fun tonight, maybe a competition?" A dirty but playful look appeared on your face, your contagious smile and cute double chin captivating me instantly.
"I'm down. What do you think you could beat me in? If it's anything physical, I fear I'd barely have to lift a finger." I grinned ear to ear, all aware that you'd retaliate, ready to prove me wrong.
"Yeah, right, bigger is better, you know, even in sports." You swing your legs off the couch, rocking forward and standing up. Your body gently shakes as you lumber across the room to the entertainment center, rummaging around for something in the cabinets. Your chubby arms jiggle as you toss boxes out of your way in a dramatic, drunken act. "Here's the real deal, a thorough challenge to see who's really in shape."
"You're my favorite shape, soft and round." I stand up and grab another beer off the coffee table, curious about what game you could be talking about. As you stand back up and spin around, an impish smile spreads over your face, and the game in your hands is Twister.
I chuckle as you present the game like a holy artifact, as if such a trivial game could put me to shame. "Is that all you've got? When's the last time that big gut of yours didn't make you struggle to touch your toes or tie your shoes?" I reach over the coffee table, playfully grabbing a handful of your belly and shaking it, admiring the ripple of pale white flesh that beautifully covers your stomach. It's so wide and plush, hanging low in a distinct second fold as your upper belly slowly creeps over your belly button. You blush, infatuated with my hand as it reminds you of all the weight on your body, but you recover, determined to put up a fight against me.
"No more of that." You giggle, brushing my hand away, "Move the coffee table and let's see who's really in charge here, big man." You take a step back, your massive thighs brushing against each other as you open the box and take out the mat. "I think the last time we played this, I was still doing yoga." I move the coffee table to the side of the room, and you wave the mat open, unfolding it in one violent swoosh.
"You were like, at least a hundred and thirty pounds lighter then." You pause for a moment, surprised at the number I had floated past you so casually.
"Was it really that long ago? What am I now, like three hundred and twenty? Oh my gosh, I've gotten more than twice as fat since then?!" You exclaim, bemused at the fact you've grown so big. "Jeez, maybe I am just a fat girl who can't play Twister. Just kidding! Your ass is grass." You throw your head back in laughter as I smooth out the mat and place the wheel down next to it.