What's Fat Between Friends?

Chapter 1

The friends you meet in college. They're very interesting: the people you connect with often times say a lot about you. Whether it is having a sheltered life as a teen or being academic-minded, you often times connect with people for various reasons, buried deep into your subconscious.

At college, I met three life-long friends: Karen, Victoria, and Maxwell. Karen became the love of my life and we got married. And there's a couple of reasons that I fell in love with her. Number one: She is a sassy, black woman. She fits my more submissive personality. Number two: she is a wonderful, empathetic being. She's there for me in my happy times and my sad times. Number 3: she is absolutely thicc. Often times I avoid using slang to talk about women, but it's warranted, here. She's more than thick. She's fat. Weighing in at about 300 pounds, she is 5'7 with double D tits, a nice, round belly that sticks out DEFINITELY beyond those tits, and a nice fat ass. Ah yes, the holy trifecta. Needless to say, she's my type. A fat, sassy black girl.

I, myself, am not thin. I weigh 325 pounds and am one inch taller than my wife. My belly has a definite, huge overhang, as that's where most of my fat went. As a man, most of my fat deposits do not get the chance to divert to my boobs, thus I have much smaller man-boobs.

My wife and I got married in 2019 and we love each other very much. One thing to note about our relationship, however, is that we most certainly are open about our sexuality. For example, we are both bisexual. I have a fat fetish. Her way of getting to know someone is through the inside of their trousers. Needless to say, these are things that we have always been very open with each other about. One of the things I have always desired is some friends to indulge in sexy time with. She has always understood this fantasy and we have always joked about it.

Victoria and Maxwell were two friends I met through campus clubs. Maxwell is a tall man with a tiny pot belly, but ultimately is the most fit of us all. However, Victoria. Man, ever since I met her, she's always been the fattest in the room. Weighing in at about 450 pounds, she scaled all three of us in width. Often times when I would be in public with Victoria, everyone would stare, with their mouth agape. They typically cannot believe how fat she is upon inspection. And that feeling has always sort of...aroused me. Seeing people look at my friend that way made me wish that sometimes... I would get looked at that way.

Myself, Karen, Victoria, and Maxwell have spent a lot of time together. In college, we essentially did everything together. If it was a Friday night, you'd better believe we were chilling out and playing some Mario Party and boozing. We had a very close bond. A type of bond where nothing is left to the imagination. In fact, when we would get drunk, Maxwell could not keep his pants on. And of course, the rest of us did not mind this, because he was absolutely hung. But I think as all of us got drunk, we all got a little horny every time.

One fateful, drunk night had jumpstarted an entire dynamic that we did not believe would ever happen in our friend group. And here is how it happened...

My wife (who was at the time my fiancee) and I had arrived to Maxwell's apartment. This is where we would always hang out, as my fiancee lived with her parents and Victoria and I lived in college dorms. Needless to say, Maxwell's apartment was ironically bigger (and with the most privacy) out of all of our living spaces. Thus, it was a good place to booze. Karen and I had arrived with a six pack of Redd's and a bottle of gin to add to Maxwell's already extensive liquor and beer collection that we would be dipping into that night. The goal for the night was as follows: play some games, eat some pizza, and most importantly: get absolutely wasted. This was indeed a typical Friday night.

Thus, we all polished off the pizzas. We hadn't eaten an extraordinary amount. Of course, there were snacks for the night, such as chips, crackers, and dips, but we decided to eat that throughout the night. Flash forward through the night. It was ultimately as normal: we eat the pizzas, play some Mario Party, and drink tons of alcohol. We truly did not inhibit ourselves: we drank and ate whatever we wanted. After our game of Mario Party, we most definitely were three drinks and two shots in: perfect for beginning to get absolutely sloshed.

Now, I'm no light-weight. However, when I get drunk, I do lose my filter a bit. As would the rest of us. Thus, what was about to transpire was honestly something that would have happened sooner or later among such close, intoxicated friends. We decided to play "Let's Get Deep", which is a card game with kinky questions to ask your friends. We were never sure of the exact way to play, so we just sort of made up our own way: we basically would pick a card with a question on it, and then just choose which person to ask the question on the card. I pulled the first card. The question was, "Have you ever given a blow-job". Since this was kinda a lame question (all four of us had definitely given a blow-job at least once in our lives), I passed that question and picked up a different one. This question was more spicy: "Have you ever eaten ass?" I of course chose to ask Maxwell, whom answered with a resounding, drunken "no! I would never! Too much clean-up!", which we all cracked up at. Mind you, we were drunk: anything was funny.

The next question was picked up by Karen. It read: Have you ever tried mushrooms? She had asked Victoria, in which she had answered no, as she really had not dabbled in drugs. It was now Victoria's turn. Her card read, "Who in this room would you like to fuck? (It can't be someone that they already have had sex with )". I don't know what possessed Victoria to ask me, but she did. And, I honestly, and drunkenly answered that it would be, in fact, Victoria. She laughed, "Really? That's so funny!" We all had a laugh. The answer really hadn't registered completely for everyone, as we really were far gone, by now. Or so I thought.

The questions looped around until it got to Victoria. And by some odd fate, her next card read, "Do you have any fetishes?" I'm assuming my answer to her last question peaked her interest, so she chose to ask me THIS question, as well. I was stunned for a second. Now, firstly, I have a laundry list of fetishes and kinks. I like femdom, feet, and exhibitionism, to name a few. But there's one that I most often keep to myself: and that is my fat fetish and feederism. Now, I was drunk. So, I COULD have named the less taboo fetishes, like femdom or exhibitionism. However, I just blushed. I froze, because with Victoria asking me this question, I had JUST fat and feederism in mind, as she is a balloon.

"Go ahead, tell her!" said my wife, drunkenly giggling. Karen knew about my feederism fetish. She knows I love it and that's why I love her body. While she's not into feederism, she lets me love on her body for my own reasons all the time. However, I knew better. I wasn't about to share these fetishes with Victoria. I wasn't ready for that. This is taboo, she'll think I'm gross. So, I said what any sensible man would say: foot fetish. "D'oh!" I thought to myself, "why did I pick the weird one of my safer fetishes..." Victoria waved her fat toes in front of my face. "Does this arouse you?!" I laughed it off (not before popping a boner at the sheer size of her foot). "Sure, let's keep moving, now..." I said, blushing.

Flash forward to later...exactly four more drinks later, Maxwell had gone to bed. I was sitting on the couch in between Karen and Victoria. I was tired, but I was staring intently at the movie on the tv screen. I wasn't really WATCHING it, it was just there for my eyes to gaze at. However, my mind was elsewhere. I couldn't stop thinking about the game we had played earlier. I was thinking about how I was in between two women on the couch, right now, that check all of my fetish boxes... and I popped a boner, without noticing. It showed right through my stretchy, too tight sweat pants. I felt a hand on my right knee... it was Karen's. She must have noticed my throbbing cock, as she was slowly moving her hand closer to my cock. She mostly likely thought she was being subtle, but the alcohol in our systems prevents subtlety after 12 am. I quick put on a blanket to mask what she was doing from Victoria, who was on my left. And Karen reached into my pants and started massaging my dick, up and down.

As I sat there, enjoying myself, I accidentally left out a little moan, which caused Victoria to look over. She most definitely saw Karen with her hand down my pants, but Karen did not stop. However, Victoria didn't seem to mind so much, as she pulled the blanket off of me to reveal what was going on. Karen kept going, Victoria kept watching. I was just moaning. There was no energy in this drunken room that made me feel like we needed to stop, so I just let it happen. Before I knew it, Victoria had put her fat foot on my lap... she was playing on the knowledge she had earlier... She started to massage my balls, as Karen gave me my handy. After a couple of minutes, Karen had stood up to take off her clothes. First, her pants, and then her shirt, revealing a bulging belly and massive tits, still in their bra. This prompted Victoria to stand up and do the same...

Victoria pulled off her top, just to have her giant belly plop right out. It was massive, round, and soft, with DOUBLE rolls. The most beautiful double belly on God's green Earth. Complete with stretch marks and various discolorations. Such a beautiful body. Karen noticed me staring.

"Vicky, you wanna know what fetish he DIDN'T tell you about, tonight?" Asked Karen. Victoria inched closer to me, till she was standing right at my face. That belly was right in my face, tempting me with a good time. Before I could object to Karen telling her, Karen shoved my face into her fat, soft belly. I sunk into that belly so damn far. And Karen's hand did not let go. I was sunken in the fat, but I could hear Karen telling me to suck on that fat tummy. And so, I obliged. I wasn't even thinking about what Victoria was thinking. At this point, I was just so damn horny. So, I followed her command. I licked and sucked on every inch of that belly I could. I eventually realized Karen was not holding my head any more. I was doing this of my own volition. And Victoria? Was moaning absolutely loudly. I don't think she's ever felt that before. I then felt Karen climb on top of my cock and start rocking back and fourth. But, I could not see any of this... as I was still inside of this fat cavern of a belly.

As Karen rode me, I started moaning. Victoria stepped back for a second and put one foot up on the couch to reveal a massive, fat vagina. The couch creaks as it groans under all three of our weights. As I get ridden, Victoria puts her fat vagina in my face and pushes my face in. It was clear what she wanted. So, I started licking, rapidly. All three of us were in bliss. The fattest pussy in the world was in my face, with my fat wife riding me like there's no tomorrow. I suddenly felt it...I was going to cum. And I am way to drunk to push my also drunk fiancee off of me. Thus, I feel an absolute ginormous eruption from my loins. I fill Karen with sticky, creamy cum. At the same time, it seems that the moaning around the room tells me that both Karen and Victoria were cumming, as well.

After everyone's climax, we all three sat, panting, on the couch and fell asleep in pure bliss... it wouldn't be till the next day we realize what had happened...