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Whether she was proud of it or not, Amanda spent a lot of time worrying about what would happen if she got fat again. She had pretty much always been heavy—even at her slimmest she was still far more than thicc. She wore it well and she did her best to maintain her confidence at any size, but an uncomfortable amount of her anxieties were tied directly to the idea of blowing back up again. Breaking her sister’s bed way back when had been a wakeup call, and it had been just the kick in the pants that she needed to get her life under control. She started eating better, exercising at the gym, and actively broke a bunch of bad habits that were still really, really hard to deal with sometimes… In fact, the only thing that seemed to help keep all of this anxiety under control was spending time with her best friend Riley. Amanda had met her back when she was peak skinny—feeling confident about her size, cool and collected in her own skin, even sexy on her better days. Riley had been

CONTENT WARNING: Some manipulation, some slob, gasses, lesbian content, sexual content. Please do not read if this makes you uncomfortable. Thank you. —— Me and Tiffany had been friends since middle school, and even back then she’d been the prettier one. Not a single boy could resist her bright blue eyes and long, blonde hair. Then, in high school, they all drooled over her slim figure and her tendency to wear risqué clothes. So long as I had Tiffany by my side, no one was noticing me. And, if they were, it was to mock my chubby figure and frumpy clothes. She was my bestest friend, I couldn’t deny, but God sometimes I wished that she were ugly. Even if it meant her having braces or glasses, but I don’t think that would have made much of a difference. At 25 we were still best friends, and she was still the more desirable of the two of us. Puberty was kind to her, it gave her full, perky breasts and a round ass, all while keeping her waist tiny and her legs long and slender. If I hadn’t spent the last 12 years following her around, I would have been sure she’d had a BBL and breast enhancements, but no it was all natural. She was gifted, blessed, favoured. I, on the other hand, was dealt the wrong hand. My breasts were big, yes, but I needed a durable bra just to keep them in place. My ass was wide, but flat and dimpled and no pair of pants could ever make it look good, believe me I’ve tried. My stomach hung over the waist of my pants and fat encased my arms and legs. I tried every fad diet there was growing up, but it never made much difference. My mom always said that it was a curse in our family, a genetic condition of some sort. So, basically, I’ll never lose the weight, I’ll never be pretty and perky. Not like Tiffany. Despite us spending a lot of our time together, she seemed oblivious to my plight. As if in her eyes I weren’t some hideous, fat beast. It irked me. Why couldn’t she just admit that I was the uglier one, that I was the lesser of the two? Instead, she had to shower me with compliments and insisted that I looked good in everything I wore. She was lying, she had to be. Yet when I expressed how lovely she looked in something, or how her body fit perfectly into a tight pair of jeans, she dismissed it out of hand and swore that she didn’t look that great. That annoyed me even more. It wasn’t until we both started attending the gym together, despite me knowing that I would never drop the weight, that I realised something had to be done. If she thought herself to be plain, to be average, then I’d show her what it truly meant to be undesired, to be cast aside by society. The thought first occurred to me when she placed her bottle down beside her while she straddled the weight machine. I was stood beside her, examining my lumpy figure in the mirror. The waistline of my leggings cut into my fat and the roll bulged out over it. I prodded it and twisted my face in disgust. “Hey Tiff, there’s this shake that does wonders for your figure. And you can drink it without having to skip out on any meals.” She grunted as she pulled the weights down and held them there for a second. When she released it, she replied. “Really? Where can I get it?” There was another grunt as she pulled down once more, even as she strained herself, her face remained composed and perfect. “I can get it for you. My friend, she sells it. I’m sure she’d give me a discount.” “Thanks Ana, that’d be awesome. Are you gonna try it too?” I looked at her in the mirror, she looked up at me with that stupid smile, that smile that expressed her fondness for me, her admiration for me. I couldn’t understand it. I took a deep breath and looked back down at her, returning the smile. “Of course. We’re in this together, right?” She nodded, a grin spreading over her perfect face. And so, the seeds were sown, as simple as that. Tiffany had always been very gullible, her one and only flaw. It had gotten her in trouble several times in school, but I’d always been there to swoop in and save her. That was how we had first met. We’d both been 13 when I found her in the girl’s bathroom wiping lipstick from around her eyes. Elisa, the school bully, had told her that wearing lipstick around your eyes was the newest and latest trend. However, when Tiffany stepped out into the cafeteria with bright red lipstick smeared around her eyes, she’d quickly learnt that this had not been the case. Most of the students, save for some of the boys who took pity on her, had laughed her out of the room. She’d ran off to the nearest bathroom and swiftly made an attempt to remove the lipstick. All she had at her disposal was a paper towel that she’d wet under the faucet. I quickly rooted around in my bag and pulled out a packet of wipes, it was an essential for me giving that I sweat easily. I handed her the packet and gave her a friendly smile. “It didn’t look so bad you know.” It had, but I didn’t want her to keep crying. “I think it had potential to become a new makeup trend.” She’d laughed, throwing her head back, her blonde hair falling down her back. Even with the red lipstick staining her skin she was beautiful. That was when I first envied her, but also when I realised that there was something within me that wanted to be her, or to be with her. And so, it all started from there. After that gym session I’d gone home and researched weight gain shakes. It was easy enough giving that there was a community of people online who purposefully wanted to gain weight, I didn’t understand it giving that losing weight was the one thing I so desperately wanted. But hey, who was I to judge? Once I was sure of the recipe, I gathered the ingredients and concocted the shake which consisted of heavy cream, butter, sugar, golden syrup and ice cream. Any other person would taste this and know instantly that this was the most fattening drink in existence, but giving her gullible nature, I knew it wouldn’t take much to convince Tiff otherwise. The next time we met up for gym, I carried with me 2 bottles. One was full of the fattening shake, the other was full of water. I was fat enough as it was, I wasn’t going to add to it. I handed her the bottle full of cream and butter and insisted that she tried it. Her face twisted up, I guessed from the sweetness, and she looked at me in alarm. “What is this, Ana? It’s so sweet. Are you sure this is healthy?” Her big, blue eyes stared back at me, waiting for a response. “It’s deceiving, isn’t it?” I took a swig of my own “shake” and express my like of it with an “mmm”. “They’re made to taste really sweet, yet there’s no sugar in it and no dairy too. It’s all made from natural ingredients.” I’d always been the smarter of the two of us which also aided in my attempt to fool her. We’d reached a point where she believed every little thing I said. And I didn’t like to lie to her, but sometimes it had to be done for her own sake. “Wow.” She laughed and took another sip. “I can see myself becoming addicted.” “They have very few calories. Drink as many as you like.” And that was that. She was hooked on these shakes, it didn’t take much. All that was left to do after that was to convince her to quit working out. However, as you can imagine, she didn’t need much persuading. It was in the height of summer when everyone else was lounging by the pool or on the beach. They were indulging in cocktails and ice creams while we were sweating our asses off in the nearly vacant gym. What annoyed me most was that there was no reason for her to be even subjecting herself to this. She’d always had an amazing body without ever having to try. Yet here she was, putting herself through all of this because she believed that she could be better. There was no getting better for her, she was at the piqué of physical attraction. This is what fuelled me that day as I prepared myself for a convincing performance. “Hey, so my friend has developed a new recipe.” I told her while handing her a bottle of the “weight loss” shake. “Essentially, the shake burns all of the calories for you. She explained this to me using lots of big words I didn’t understand, but the gist of it is that the more shakes you drink, the more calories you burn.” She held the bottle with both hands and rose it slowly to her mouth. “Um, what does that mean exactly?” “It means we don’t have to work out anymore. The shake does it for us.” “But how is that even possible Ana? That’s crazy.” I threw my shoulders up in a shrug and took a long swig out of my own bottle. “I don’t know exactly. But she assured me that it works.” I looked at her waiting for her to take the bait. I breathed a sigh of relief when she tipped the bottle up and let the fattening liquid pour into her mouth. “So, what do you say? Fancy going to drink some cocktails by the pool?” And that was the last time we went to the gym. On the way out she’d had the reception cancel any future payments. That would have been a battle for most, giving that almost every gym didn’t allow you to cancel any ongoing contracts, but Tiffany’s charm got her out of a lot of things, especially when the person behind reception was a young boy who was easily swayed by the batting of eyelashes and the adjustment of a bra strap. However, she wouldn’t have this power for much longer, not if she kept drinking those shakes. And I really hoped she would. And so, we spent the rest of the season lounging around, drinking frozen cocktails along with the shakes, and indulging in summer treats like ice cream and cakes. I wore big, baggy shirts that covered my round stomach, while she opted for small, clingy bikinis that showed off every bit of her. Usually, I’d envy her for this, but it actually meant that I could properly observe the change in her body. I did of course worry that she might notice too, but for the first 15 pounds or so she seemed oblivious, she was too caught up in the luxuries we were enjoying to even care. *** Not much changed within that first month other than there was some added weight to her breasts and her ass became that little bit plumper. It irritated me to see that she was becoming more irresistible rather than her becoming repulsive and unsightly. My hope lifted some when I saw there was now a softness to her once firm belly, this was a good sign. And then the colder months came, and her figure was concealed by chunky sweaters and flared jeans so there wasn’t much I could see. I was optimistic though as she continued to drink the shakes without ever questioning me. I was sure she was now truly addicted to them as every time we met, she requested that I bring one for her. I don’t know how much of her want for it was for the weight loss effects and how much of it was for the desire to taste it. Whatever her reason, I was just glad to see she’d fallen for my lies. Okay, so you’re probably thinking by now that I’m some scheming bitch who doesn’t deserve to be friends with someone as nice as Tiff. But you don’t know how it is for her, with her being so pretty and gorgeous. There are tons of people out there who want to take advantage of her. So many sick men who will use her body for their own pleasure, and so many women who will berate her and belittle her for showing off her body. I’m just trying to help her. When she becomes like me, there won’t be a single soul who will want anything from her, and she can live for herself without having to worry about others. And isn’t that the nicest thing anyone could do for their friend? Yes, I would be lying if I said it wasn’t also for my own gain, for my own image, so that when she’s bigger than me I’ll be the prettier of the two, but whatever. And yes, it had initially been to show her what it was like to be me, to be fat and ugly but we don’t need to focus too much on that part. And then it happened, no more than two months into it, she called me to tell me that she was having trouble fastening her favourite pair of jeans. I hung up the phone and rushed right over a smile spread across my face the entire drive over. When I reached her door, I composed myself, I straightened my face and wiped the smug expression away. Once inside I was met with the image of her stood in front of the mirror with her shirt rolled up away from her soft belly. She clenched her teeth as she tried with all her might to stretch the opening of her jeans over her flesh. “I … can’t … do … it” she said between grunts. “What’s happening to me?” I stood beside her and from here I could see the way her belly was starting to stick out and it was even harder for me to hide my smile now. “Nothing’s happening. You must have shrunk your jeans in the wash. It happens all the time.” She turned her head to look at me and her brows were pulled together in frustration. “But this isn’t the first pair that I’ve struggled with. They just won’t go over my belly!” “So?” I approached and took both her hands in mine. “It’s not that big of a deal, Tiff. So, you put on a few pounds, it happens to the best of us.” “But I’ve been drinking the shake every day.” “It’s just the process.” I assured her and rubbed the back of her hands with my thumbs. “You’re just building mass and it’ll eventually turn into muscle. I’m sorry, babe. I forgot to warn you about this stage.” “Muscle?” She seemed to linger on that word for a while. “So, this,” she pulled her hand from mine, allowing it to slap the soft flesh. “Will one day turn into muscle? Really?” There it was, that glint in her eye, the one that meant she was hopeful once more. “Exactly. And then think how amazing you’ll look. How about we go get you some new clothes? Some stretchy ones to wear for the time being?” I knew Tiff, I knew she’d never be seen in sweatpants or anything with an elastic waist, so I was sure she’d say no. However, to my surprise, she reluctantly agreed. And so, we went to the mall where we bought her a bunch of cute co-ords and dresses that would allow her to gain weight without her realising for another 40 or 50 pounds. At least I hoped so. While we were there, I treated her to her favourite fast-food place and even urged her to have a little more than usual. It wasn’t normal of her to eat more than a burger and a side but with her added weight she seemed to have gained a bigger appetite too. I was so excited at the thought of what was to come. *** Autumn turned to winter and thanksgiving aided my plan as she was indulging on sugary treats, pies and lots of carbs. I’d remembered sitting with her at thanksgiving every other year, watching her poke and prod the food with her fork, only to give in and leave massive amounts of food. This time round though, she ate every last bit of food and even went back for seconds. Even with the baggy clothes I could see the difference. Her once straight jawline had softened and was accented by her now pudgy cheeks. She had yet to say any more on her evident gain, I took that to mean that she still believed the shake was doing its job. Especially as she continued to drink it day after day. She even had me give her large bottles of it to keep at home. Part of me suspected she was drinking more than one bottle a day. My assumptions were proven correct when I visited her home during Christmas and found a trash can full of discarded bottles. I couldn’t believe it. In her room her tight clothes had been tossed into a pile and her drawers were now stocked with stretchy pants and big sweaters. It was as if I’d been transported back into my own room. I felt a warmth in my chest knowing that we were becoming more and more alike. I sat on the sofa waiting for her to come in with the gingerbread treats she had made. I hadn’t seen much of her since thanksgiving as she had been working a lot more. From our brief interaction at the door, I had noticed the changes but now, as she slowly moved into the living room, I got a proper look at her. Her once tidy hair was pulled up into a sloppy bun. Her eyes were puffy and tired, her cheeks were round and soft, her chin was starting to form a pouch of fat which was massively noticeable as she bent down to place the tray of treats on the coffee table. Now I could see that the waist of her black sweatpants were being pushed to their limits. Last time I’d seen her, her belly wasn’t noticeable beneath the layers of clothes, but now I could see the way it pushed against the sweater, threatening to poke out. It had been 4 months since I had started her on the shakes and the changes were finally starting to become evident. This worried me immensely, because all it would take was for her to notice the gain and to stop drinking the shakes and return to her former lifestyle. But my stresses were shattered the moment she dropped onto the sofa beside me, plucked two gingerbread men from the tray and didn’t offer either of them to me. Both were for her, and she hadn’t even thought twice about it. Egged on by my success, I did the same and treat myself to 2 biscuits. “These are amazing. Did you bake them yourself?” “Yeah.” She spoke through a mouthful of food and I watched as crumbs toppled down over her breasts and I felt my cheeks go hot. I returned my gaze to her face. “I’ve recently taken up baking. Work is stressing me out, so it helps me relax.” She’s never been a stress baker, let alone a stress eater. This was going great. As she sat back in the chair, the sweater rose up to reveal a slither of skin. I wanted so badly to prod it, to poke it, to feel how soft it was getting. I just wanted to analyse the changes that were being made to her body, to see them fully. If it continued this way, I was sure I’d be seeing the changes in no time. “You look great.” I wasn’t sure whether to comment or not, but I had to gauge where her mind was at. “Are you still drinking the shakes?” “Yeah, Ana. I’ve put on a total of 30 pounds in the last 3 months. It’s gonna turn to muscle soon, right?” 30 pounds?! That put her at at about 180 pounds. 20 more and she’d be close to my size. I couldn’t believe it. “Yeah, you just gotta patient with it. But I promise you, it works.” There was a slight twang of guilt when I remembered I was lying to my best friend. But it had to be done. I was helping her. I was bringing us close together. She dropped the subject after that, and we spent the rest of the night binging on good food and watching Christmas movies. Despite having spent most days together with her since we were 13 years old, this was the most intimate I’d felt with her. It had always been me doing the eating while she sat and picked at some salad or some cereal bar. Whenever we’d gone shopping, I’d had to squeeze into the ugliest pair of jeans while she found clothes with ease. I’d felt so far away from her, but now here we were sat knee to knee, both eating and indulging, both dressed in baggy clothes. I loved it. I loved her … oh shit. *** Then the new year came, and I started to see more of her again. We went out, we ate, we lounged around, and she continued to gain weight. It was great. Words couldn’t express how happy I was. I didn’t know if she felt the same, she didn’t address her weight much or the way she outgrew clothes quicker than any other person would. I didn’t pry though; I didn’t want to push my luck. Valentines came around and we were both single. For me, I had expected it. I’d never had a valentine's card, not a sincere one anyway. I remembered the year I’d received one in school; I had teased it from the envelope, heart full of hope only to find “you’re a fat whale” scribed on the inside in someone’s messy scrawl. I had cried to Tiff while she assured me that I’d find someone, that everyone had someone. I was beginning to believe that to be a lie. Tiff, on the other hand, this was her first Valentine’s alone in 10 years. Her growing figure was finally starting to scare away the creepy men. I was grateful for that. So instead, we’d agreed to have a Galentine’s Day, just the two of us. It took some encouraging, but I had her agree to dress up in something other than sweatpants, but I had to conform also. Therefore, I presented myself to her in a red dress that I’d found online on a site that had a wide array of sizes. I felt uncomfortable and exposed in the dress, it clung to me, showing off every bit of my body. I wanted to pull something on over it, but I knew it was the only way I’d get her to wear something nice. She squealed with delight and brought me into an embrace, meaning I couldn’t observe her choice of outfit just yet, or her body. “Ana! You look so great! You’re stunning.” I wouldn’t have believed anyone else, but Tiff always seemed so convinced of my beauty, I didn’t quite understand it. For the longest time I’d thought she was lying, but now, now I could sense that she meant it wholeheartedly and I felt a strange feeling in my stomach that, for once, wasn’t hunger or guilt. I pulled back, placed my hands on her shoulders and examined her. She wore a baby pink dress that flared out at the waist. There were layers of tulle underneath giving it some added volume. It was sleeveless and displayed her blossoming breasts that had only gotten bigger with the gain. She showed off her meaty arms as if it were nothing, yet I’d opted to cover mine with a shawl. I’d thought her to be scared of her new body, to be ashamed, yet she seemed to be embracing it. “Wow.” Was all I could muster. Tiff giggled, her double chin and her cheeks jiggling with the movement. There it was again, that feeling surging through my body, making me feel as if I was about to lift off the ground. I grabbed her shoulders tighter as if to ground myself. “Ana?” Her face came closer to mine, and I could see the way that her cheeks had rounded so perfectly, how they went well with her already plump lips and her big, doe eyes. “Are you okay?” I shook it off and released my hold. “Completely fine. Just, you look amazing. As always.” “You know..” she began to speak as she turned away from me and strode into the next room, her gait heavier than it once was. “I’ve gained another 40 pounds. Im like 210 pounds now. But I’ve never felt better.” She turned back to me and spread out her arms, inviting me to take it all in. Her fat arms shook momentarily and settled just as quick. With her arms out like this, I could see the fullness of her belly and the thickness of her thighs. The pink dress squeezed her waist in, but it didn’t make her look any slimmer. Yet she exuded confidence, she was the most beautiful I’d ever seen her. “I don’t think that shake quite did the trick, you should let your friend know. Either way, I’m kinda happy with the results.” This entire time, I’d expected her to have some sort of meltdown the moment she realised she’d put on weight, instead of lost it. I’d built her up as some shallow air head, but here she was accepting her body as it was, big and beautiful. If only I could be more like her. Dammit. Here I was all over again, envying her. That could have been my moment to admit to her what I had done, but I chose not to. I didn’t want to ruin this night. I observed her some more while she finished getting ready. Her stomach stuck out visibly now, I was sure it was close to hanging over her crotch and I had to stop myself from thinking that cause I was sure my face was already going red. There was a roll of fat on her back that was tightly covered in the dress. It was so amazing to see the changes. She took us to a restaurant down the street from her where other couples dined. We seemed to be the only two who had come for a platonic date. The waiter sat us in the corner and gave us time to decide what we wanted to order. Tiff decided in very little time and was waving the guy back over, clearly, she couldn’t wait any longer for her food. I watched in awe as she listed a starter, a main and 2 sides and insisted that the waiter bring them over all at once. Then she looked to me expectantly, waiting for me to order. “Uh… I’ll have the potato skins and the pepperoni pizza.” “That’s it?” She looked at me as if I’d ordered a small salad and nothing else. “Yeah, that’ll do me.” I awkwardly handed the menu back to the waiter and he hurried off. I couldn’t believe she had asked for so much, but the thought of seeing her eating it excited me. And what a sight it was to behold. She had once been dainty and polite, now she was ravenous and beastly. She switched between dishes, shovelling the food onto the fork and then into her mouth. She even started to wrap a slice of pizza around a forkful of spaghetti and eat it as if it were a taco. When had she become so inventive with food. I couldn’t lie though; it pleased me to see. It did not, however, please those around us as they looked at her in disgust. And there it was, the moment I had waited for. For everyone else to look at her and to see her for anything other than beautiful or sexy. Yet I found that it offended me. For, in my eyes, she was the sexiest she had ever been even as she wiped away red sauce from around her mouth with the back of her hand and then smeared it onto her brand-new dress. Holy fuck. What had I created? After all that food, she ordered 2 desserts and demolished them as if it were nothing. I escorted her out after that, my arm supporting her as she waddled out with a full and firm belly. The waist of the dress was stretched out now and I was sure she wouldn’t be getting much more wear out of it. I hailed us a taxi despite her living only a 10 minute walk away and helped her up to her apartment. Inside she had me help her out of her dress and I finally got to see the full results of my schemes. Her bloated belly was decorated with red, raw stretch marks. They lined her stomach, her sides, even under her arms. Her breasts struggled to stay within the confines of her bra, and I was sure it would snap open with any sudden movements, part of me hoped that it would. She waddled over to the sofa and lowered herself onto it. There was a giggle as she looked up at me, her smile soft and her eyes glazed. “Can you believe it, Ana? This is what I’ve become?” Was this it? Was this the breakdown? I sat down beside her and took her hand in mine. I held my tongue in case she had more to say. “I like it, you know? I never thought I would. But it’s so empowering. I thought I loved it when people looked at me as if I were the prettiest person in the world. But I didn’t. Because they expected so much of me and I could never give it. And I’m sorry to say this, An. But they never expected anything of you. You could be whatever you wanted and not have to worry about being watched, being observed. And I always envied you for that. I did.” Now I couldn’t even find the words to speak, I was stunned. She released my hand and lifted her’s to cup my cheek. “You know I’ve always believed you to be so beautiful, yet you never saw it. Now, do you see it?” The tilt of her head prompted me to look at her figure. “I see the way you look at me, you like this. But you’re just a big, fat hypocrite because you hate yourself. But now we’re the same. You and I. “And, Ana, I know this is your doing. I have known for a while now. Yes, I was angry at first, that’s why I didn’t see much of you at Christmas. But then I saw how good it could be to be fat, how freeing, and now I have you to thank for my new lifestyle. You’ve changed me.” And then it happened, she moved closer, she pursed her lips, closed her eyes and kissed me. My heart pounded in my chest, like a hammer against cloth, and my stomach churned with delight. I returned the kiss, and my hand went to her bloated belly, I rubbed it, feeling the way it stuck out after all the food she had eaten. Not much happened after that, but I wasn’t ready for it, despite me being delighted to have had that moment with her. I had to process it all, and so I did. I took some time away from her, to reflect on my own actions, to think about what I wanted and whether it was right for me and for her. *** I let her be for 6 whole months, I thought maybe I’d ruined her life, that she’d soon realise that what I’d done was truly awful and that she no longer wanted to be fat. It just didn’t make any sense to me why someone would want to be fat, especially when they had previously been so thin and attractive. My whole life I had yearned to be one of those people but knew I never would be. She could, it wasn’t too late for her to go back and be who she used to be, and I fully assumed she would. The day after I left her house, I sent her a long-winded message explaining that what I’d done was wrong, that I should never have interfered with her life like that. I admitted that I loved her, but it was selfish of me to pursue anything with her, that it was best for me to remove myself from her life to give her a chance to return to normality. And it was so hard cause I spent the entire time thinking about her, wondering what she had chosen to do. I had to block her on all of her socials to keep from looking every day to see if she’d posted an update, but even still she occupied my mind. It got so bad that one day I had to go visit her, to go see what had become of her. Nothing could prepare me for what greeted me at the door. Usually, I would have opened the door without needing permission, but she wasn’t expecting me and so I knocked and waited. I had stood for several minutes when I was about to turn and leave, but I stopped when I heard the handle rattle and then the door opened slowly. I couldn’t express how I felt in that moment, and I still can’t. Shock doesn’t even begin to cover it. What stood in front of me was not the Tiffany I had known, far from it. Her face, her massively fat face, lit up at the sight of me and her thick fingers reached out to pull me into an awkward hug. “Ana, you returned. I missed you so much.” She buried my face into her sagging breasts, breasts that were barely covered by the crop top that stretched over her portly figure. Without meaning to I sucked in a breath and my nose was assaulted by her bodily odour, it stung so bad that my eyes watered. I was grateful when she released me and I was able to breathe in some fresh air, that is until I stepped into her apartment and was hit once more by the smell of her bodily odour, stale and pungent, among other things. “Tiffany, what happened to you?” She stood in front of me almost naked save for the crop top and underwear that I assume was hidden beneath her apron belly. There was no way I could even estimate how much she had gained, she had surpassed 300 pounds, that much I was certain. Yet she seemed proud of it, she waited a moment, allowing me to process every bit of her. And so, I did. Her belly was dimpled and spotted and hung well below her crotch, it even hung to her knees, knees that looked as though they’d give in at any moment. Her calves were almost as thick as her thighs, and I couldn’t pinpoint where her ankles even were as they were buried in so much adipose. My eyes went up again and I saw that her breasts had continued to grow, they dropped over her belly and even peeked out from beneath her top so that I could see the nipples, taunting me. I felt my face redden and my heart pound and there was a pulsing in my crotch that I had never felt so fiercely. So, I urged my eyes up to her face and that didn’t help much. Her hair looked to be greasy and matted and there were still remnants of food in it as well on her face. How could she have let all this happen? “How?” I wheezed. “I told you when I last saw you, that I love this. I love being fat. So, I indulged and just let myself go. They even let me work from home now, I can’t think why.” She chuckled behind her fat hand and released a loud burp with it. “Excuse me. I was just eating; would you like to join?” It didn’t look as if she did much else. “Sure. Yeah.” She gestured for me to follow and then waddled into the dining room. I got to see her ass now, it was so wide and so dimpled, and her butt crack swallowed the underwear that struggled to do much of anything. And there it was again, the feeling in my crotch that I couldn’t subdue. Oh god, I wanted her. Didn’t I? Even as this blubbering, slobby mess I wanted her. Hell, I wanted her more than when she had been thin. Turns out, she was irresistible to me, like she had been to all those others when she was perky and fit. Without a word she lowered herself onto a chair and it groaned beneath her weight, how long until it gave out? The thought excited me. The table was covered with vast amounts of Chinese takeaway, a lot of the empty containers were lying on the floor. “Oh my god.” “A feast fit for me.” She giggled again, as if she were still dainty. And then she reached for the nearest container, shoved her fist into it and grabbed a handful of noodles. The process was so barbarian, so repulsive yet so sexy. The handful of food rose to her waiting mouth, and she pushed it in, every last bit of food. She chewed with her mouth open and groaned as if it were bringing her great pleasure. Oh god, it was bringing me great pleasure too. She did the same thing over and over until the box was empty. She tossed it carelessly onto the floor and grabbed another, spring rolls this time. A little less messy, yet she still made a show of it. By the time she’d made it through 4 more containers she was covered in sauce and in crumbs. Her breaths were heavy as she looked over at me and smiled. “Ana, I’d love to know what you’re thinking right now.” “Honestly?” I asked. She nodded. “Tiff. I know we’re friends, and we have been for 13 years. But I’ve never wanted you more.” That answer satisfied her as her mouth spread into a wide smile and I saw the bits of food still stuck in her teeth. “I could use a break from eating…” “No. Continue.” She nodded and did just that. I wasn’t sure what I was about to do, but I knew that I wanted to do it. I pushed my chair back and lowered myself until I was under the table. Down here I could see the mess more, it was days' worth of garbage and food covering the floor. God she was a monster. I crawled over to her and came face to face with her belly. I rose my hand and pressed it to the sweaty, greasy flesh and I shuddered. My face went closer, and I inhaled her foul smell once more, this time I cherished it, I held it in my nose and let it water my eyes. I heard Tiffany giggle through a mouthful of food and then she released gas once more, only this time it was from below. It was loud and the chair vibrated beneath her, the smell travelled quickly to my nose as I pulled back from her stomach. I inhaled that too. Then came the hard part, I used both hands to lift her stomach, it was like being back at the gym, using those weight machines. When I finally got purchase on a roll of fat I was able to lift it enough to reveal her pussy beneath. As expected, it was fat and hairy, I grinned. It smelled down here too, I dare not say what of, but I didn’t care. It made it all the more appealing. I placed my head under her belly but kept my hands in place so that it didn’t fall on me entirely. However, I did lower it a little just so I could feel the weight of it. The pressure was nice, just knowing how much of her there was was amazing. At first I kissed the pubic area then my tongue started to explore, started to taste her. I was sure any other person would have been repulsed, but I wasn’t. This was her, her flavour, her scents. I could hear her giggle again, followed by another round of gas. I giggled too. Then when I felt ready, I lowered my tongue until I found her clit among the pouch of fat. I felt my own start to tingle again, and I composed myself, I wanted to please her, to make up for all that I had done. Fortunately, I knew it would take a lot more than this, and I was more than ready to do what I had to do. My tongue circled her clit, I started off slow, hearing her muffled moans and groans. I couldn’t decide if that was a result of my tongue or of the food she was eating. Either way, she was happy. I quickened the pace and I felt her whole body shudder and jiggle. This was the first time I’d done any of this, yet it somehow felt familiar, it was as if I was meant to do this, for her and her alone. I closed my eyes and immersed my fully in the experience. The scent of her had not dulled since I started and every now and then she would be gift me the smell of her ass. It was glorious. When I felt it I as time, I started to be a bit more aggressive with my movements and it proved to be successful as she started to writhe in her chair. I remembered again the sound it had made when she sat down, and I wasn’t sure if it’d last this experience. Thankfully it did as she released her juices and cried out with a mouth full of food. I smiled again and peeled her sweaty belly off the back of my head. I climbed out from under the table, drenched in both her sweat and her cum, and I laughed. I laughed so loud it shook my whole body. She did the same and I had to compose myself so I could watch the way her body jiggled. I loved her, and I knew that love would only grow, if she allowed it. I lowered myself to her mouth and kissed her passionately, like I had that one night 6 months ago. I didn’t care that she still had a mouthful food or that her lips were greasy. My hand grabbed her knotted hair and my other clung onto a roll of fat. I pulled away and a solemn smile graced my lips. “I am sorry for what I did, I shouldn’t have lied. But I can’t say I’m sorry for what came of it. Tiffany, you’re amazing. You’re glorious. Please let me back into your life.” “Who else is gonna feed me when I can’t do it myself?” My plan had been a success. Of course, she had surpassed the point where I had wanted her to be. All I had meant was for her to be like me, but she was a whole 250 pounds ahead of that. But even still, we were closer than ever, we were each other’s soulmates, and I couldn’t wait to see what else was to become of it. I’d never been happier. And so, I spent most of my days with this fat, beautiful beast. I fed her and bathed her (not very often). I cuddled into her at, kissed her rolls and pleasured her until I couldn’t anymore for all of the flesh in the way. But I still tried. Her sweat at least acted as lube, as did the grease from the food. And when I could pleasure no more, I fed her and fed her and fed her. And she continued to blossom and grow. I couldn’t have asked for more.