Music echoed through the mall from the overhead speakers, mixing with the sounds of people laughing or talking as they went about their day. Emily bit her lip as she followed a step behind Sam's massive frame quietly. The obese girl's body seemed to shake and jiggle with every heavy action, the sound of her footsteps audible despite the loud environment.
Emily bit her lip, her eyes glued to the obese girl in front of her as she tried to ignore the tingling sensation in her groin. Sam's shoulders were broad, though not from any muscles. Her thick arms were at an angle, kept away from her center by her bulging belly and flared hips. Her tight shirt clung to her body, accentuating the numerous folds of fat that adorned her torso. Her pale, white belly was visible between her shirt and pants, the skin marred by red stretch marks from her rapid weight gain. Her thick legs looked like sturdy logs supporting her oversized torso as her ass swayed heavily with every labored step.
Sam laughed loudly, her chins wobbling as she turned to face Emily. The brunette smiled quietly, mirroring the girl's expression. Her slender build seemed almost fragile compared to the tremendous fat of Sam's body, and Emily felt a pang of jealousy well up inside her at how beautiful Sam looked despite, or because of, how obese she was.
"You okay, Em?" Sam asked, beaming at the twig-of-a-girl walking beside her.
Emily took a deep breath, her eyes still glued to her obese friend's body as they continued trekking towards the food court, "Yeah. I just had a doctor's appointment today."
"Ah," Sam said with a sympathetic look on her face, "Your mom still insists there's something wrong with you?"
"Yeah. We had another fight last night about my weight. My mom kept insisting that it wasn't healthy and said I needed to get some help from the doctor. That's the fourth time I've been to the doctor in two months, and he always says I need to gain weight but never tells me how to do it. I mean, don't you think I would if I could?"
Emily paused, taking a deep breath as she realized that the last question had come out harsher than she'd intended. She closed her eyes, following the sound of Sam's labored breathing and heavy footsteps for a moment before opening her eyes and continuing.
"I wish I could gain weight! I hate being this thin! But, honestly, I'd rather be fat than a twig. At least then, I might have boobs and curves. Besides, it seems like being thin is the new fat. Everyone's at least a little chubby, and being thin paints a target on your back."
Sam laughed, "Wow, your argument must have gotten heated last night if you're wishing you were fat."
"I... no, that's not what I meant! I..." Emily trailed off under Sam's gleeful stare, "Honestly, part of me wishes I could be fat to spite my mother. But I don't want to be fat. At least, I don't think I do."
Emily almost whispered that last sentence, and she hoped Sam hadn't heard her. She wanted to turn her head in shame. But, instead, her eyes drifted towards Sam's near-obscenely fat thighs, and she bit her lip as the area between her legs began to tingle with arousal. Emily shook her head, angry with herself for feeling this way. Why did she always get so excited whenever she had a chance to admire Sam's morbidly obese body? Why did part of her wish that she was the fat friend instead of Sam?
"You know, if I didn't know better, I'd say you wanted to be like me. A big, fat, obese girl."
Emily flinched under Sam's smug smile, "Wh-what? No, that's not what I meant. Seriously! I..." She trailed off as Sam held up a hand, silencing the brunette.
Sam grinned, "Hey, if you want help putting on some weight, then all you have to do is ask. I know I'm fat. I'm not delusional." Sam winked at Emily, "And if you ask me, being fat is excellent. I can eat whatever I want, and no one questions me. I can lounge around as much as I want, and no one expects anything different. Plus, guys love fat chicks, even if they're too embarrassed to admit it. So you don't know what you're missing."
Emily shuddered as the tingly region between her legs ignited, and she gave a nervous laugh. Images of being as fat as Sam seemed to flood her mind as her groin flared to life. Why was she so turned on by the thought of being fat like Sam? Why was the idea of watching her body blow up with fat so exciting? She shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts as she followed Sam forward through the mall.
"You like being fat?" Emily asked after a minute as the smell of burgers from the food court tickled her nose, signaling that they were getting close.
"I love it," Sam said, beaming at Emily, "I even love the difficulties it presents. Whenever I outgrow a pair of clothes or realize I'm too fat to do something I took for granted, it's so exciting. I know it probably sounds weird to you, but I love feeling out of breath just walking up a flight of stairs. I love feeling winded just from walking down the hall or jogging more than a few steps. And when I step on the scale, I get goosebumps just watching the numbers climb higher and higher. Plus, it's a hell of a lot of fun to play around with my body. I love being able to play with my belly or jiggle my thighs."
"I don't think... I don't get it." Emily said truthfully. That didn't sound very good to her. Why would she get excited from being too fat to climb the stairs without getting out of breath? What was so great about struggling even to do simple tasks? Still, the way Sam put it, part of her wanted to experience it, to know what she was missing by being so thin. The tingling in her groin seemed to grow stronger as she imagined getting out of breath from climbing a flight of stairs or realizing she was too fat to run. It was odd, but her groin seemed to agree with Sam.
"I'll tell you what, why don't you let me help you gain weight, and I'll show you how amazing it is to be fat. And, if you don't like it, then I'll help you lose it again. How does that sound?"
Emily felt herself blush, and she stammered, "Th-that sounds, uh, really nice, Sam. I really would, uh, like to gain a little weight. Nothing like, um, you, though."
Sam grinned, "Oh, we'll see about that. Anyway, no time to start like the present." Sam gestured to an open table in the food court, "Go sit down and let ol' Sam order your lunch. You have to promise to eat everything I give you. Do that, and we'll have you nice and plump in no time. A few weeks following my eating plan for you, and you'll be packing on 50 pounds of fat in no time."
"Mmm, do I have to eat everything you give me? What if I don't want to gain 50 pounds?" Emily worried. That seemed pretty drastic, but Sam seemed so excited.
"Oh yeah, you have to eat anything I put in front of you. Then, for the next two months, you have to eat anything I give you."
"Okay, fine." Emily said as she followed Sam over to the table and sat down, "But just two months."
Sam smirked and winked before heading towards Fat Bob's, calling back to Emily over her shoulder, "Oh, I don't need any more time than that. By the end of next month, you won't be able to stop even if you wanted to."
Emily felt her face burning with embarrassment, glancing around the crowded food court and hoping no one was paying attention to her. Sam was kidding, right? She didn't see Sam's cruel smile as she turned and entered Fat Bob's Burgers. Emily didn't see the wicked smile that melted into a wide grin as she looked down at the sign on the menu, a sign that read, "Two-month Burger's Challenge: Eat two large burgers per day (no substitutions) for two months straight. A time limit of two months. The winner receives a year's supply of burgers."
Sam grinned. Soon, Emily would know what it was like to be very, very fat.
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"I've never eaten a burger this big..." Emily nervously nibbled her fries as she stared at the massive burgers on the tray in front of her. Each burger contained a full pound of meat and enough condiments to last half a month. Just the bread alone was big enough to fill her entire stomach.
"Not backing out now, are you?" Sam asked mischievously.
"I-no... I guess I wasn't expecting to eat this much on the first day."
Emily sighed and picked up the first burger, eyeing it with skepticism, "I don't know if I can eat this much."
"Oh, don't worry. I'm sure you can do it. Besides, you have me here for moral support. Plus, it's not like we have to be anywhere for a while, so take your time."
Emily muttered a distracted "thanks" as she bit into the burger, chewed, and swallowed. The meat was juicy and tender, the bun hot and fresh, and the lettuce crisp and cool. She had never had a burger quite this delicious, but she also had never eaten a burger this big before. She paused, waiting for the feeling of fullness to hit her, but it never came. Instead, bite after bite quickly disappeared into the petite girl's stomach, and yet, Emily didn't feel that she had had enough. It seemed like no matter how much she ate; she never got any fuller.
By the time the first burger was gone, Emily still felt like she had plenty of room for the second, despite how big it was, "Man, I thought I'd be fuller than this."
Sam chuckled, pulling out a small bottle of some liquid, "That's because I added an extra ingredient to the burger. This bottle is a fast-acting blocker. It doesn't increase your capacity by itself, but it temporarily blocks the signal from the stomach that tells your brain you're full. So, as long as you finish that second burger before it wears off, it'll keep you from feeling full until after you finish your meal."
Emily bit her lip, wondering how to react.
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