She immediately looked down and her face turned a bright shade of red. "I'm so sorry, I... I... That just kind of came out," she stammered quickly, keeping her eyes on her shoes. Well, where her shoes would be below her giant tits at least.
She had a point though, I mean, I am big. Actually, that's not true at all. I'm HUGE! What else was she supposed to say to 400 pounds of goddess enjoying her folds on first introduction? "Hehehe, really?" was my reply. "I always thought I was more of a petite body size. But now that we have me sorted out, what's the deal with you?"
That seemed to catch her off guard as she looked up from the canyon that was her shirt's neckline, but her face stayed just as red. "Oh! I'm Amy. Sorry, just not a sight I've seen every day."
Well that went surprisingly well. As well as meeting the massively obese girl she'd be sharing a space not big enough for two normal sized people fondling a belly that probably weighed as much as she did could possibly go at least. But god it felt so good just sinking my hands into my soft folds. As I thought more and more about my belly, and all of its folds to be explored, I noticed her eyes were glued to it.
My whole lower roll was exposed to her view to go along with the love handles pouring over my jeans, but I couldn't read the look on her face. Was it disgust? No, that wasn't it. There was definitely something there though. "Well if you give me a hand up, I could help you bring in your things," I offered. Fortunately, the panting and sweat gave away the bluff.
Her green eyes shot up to my face again. "No, that's ok, I didn't bring too much with me." She wheeled in a large suitcase behind her and threw it on her bed as I struggled to get up. If you've ever tried lifting 400 pounds of jiggling flesh, you understand that it's a struggle that's hard to win. My huffing and puffing weren't helping as all of my efforts seemed to accomplish was sending waves undulating through the fat on my body. Not that this was a problem, the feeling was absolutely magnificent. Honestly standing may not have even been worth the trouble with all the fun I was having. Over my huffing and puffing I heard her offer, "Here, let me give you a hand. It can't be easy to get up when you're so... tired."
I laughed to myself a little on the inside. Nice save Amy, good thing you didn't call me fat! I would've been crushed over it. Oh wait, that's the ton of lard that was already crushing me!
She reached out her hands, so I paused for a second to let the jiggling subside. This took a fair bit longer than she seemed to expect, but none more than I was used to. Once we reached a relatively stable level, I reached both my hands out to her. "Thanks, just don't let me crush you!" I half joked, though I'm sure the two airbags hanging off her chest would help soften any potential blows.
Amy grabbed my pudgy wrists and said, "Alright. One, two, three..." and...
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