"You should try their chicken balls," Piper said between mouthfuls. "They are to die for."
"Mull drrr-y dozz nex!" Dakota said through a colossal bite of lemon chicken, swallowing the bite with some difficulty. She'd smeared some sauce around her mouth, and took a moment to wipe her lips before restating, "I'll try those next. This lemon chicken is killer."
Piper, meanwhile, was just as messy, but no longer gave a shit. Her plump lips and jowls were coated in grease and plum sauce, and her hands were sticky with the messily devoured remains of her share of the feast. She'd always been clumsy with chop sticks, but as her weight soared and even her hands plumped up, she was now downright useless with them. Her eyes had a decidedly piggish glint to them as she inhaled Shanghai noodles right from the carton, using her hand more then the chop sticks she held to push the saucy pasta into her bottomless maw.
"UUUUUUURRRRRPPPPP!" Piper belched, blushing a little afterwards. "Um, excuse me."
"Jesus, girl. I think I felt the spray from over here."
"Sorry," Piper said, grunting as she rocked back and forth, trying to gain the momentum necessary to lean forward. On her fourth rock, she finally managed to reach the coffee table, her flabby belly hanging between her thunderous thighs as she did so. She deposited her empty container on the table, and grabbed two more packages, leaning back with a low groan. Her belly let out a happy gurgle as she opened the next container. Drooling as she spied the sweet and sour pork within, she brought the styrofoam box to her mouth, tearing into the fatty meat with unabashed enthusiasm and hoggish grunting.
Piper's top, much like her torn sweats, was much too small to fully cover her monumental frame. A great deal of her knee length belly was exposed, her skin shiny with sweat and, much like her poor shirt, smeared with greasy hand prints. Her mammoth upper arms rested on her expansive side rolls, seeming to resist any attempt the gargantuan young woman made to move them.
They did little to impede her ability to feed, however, and Piper continued to eat and eat and eat.
Dakota, though, was certainly no slouch either. The bulk of her considerable weight had settled in her lower half, giving her the biggest ass Piper had ever seen in her life, even compared to her own titanic affair. And those hips! Piper hadn't seen her come in from her position on the floor, but there was no way she just walked through the portal. She had to have shuffled sideways, though with how far her belly and cheeks extended along the z-axis, it must have been quite the challenge to overcome.
Speaking of her belly, though it was nowhere near as large as Piper's all-conquering gut, it still covered a fair amount of Dee's broad, soft lap. Her beachball sized belly was divided in twain, as opposed to Pipe's triple rolled monstrosity. Her shirt was a better fit then Piper's, though it still left the pale, creamy flesh of her lower roll on display.
Much to Dakota's annoyance, very little of her weight had settled in her breasts. Though they'd finally broached a D cup, they were dwarfed by her band size, and compared to her planetary, couch-crushing badonkadonk, they might as well have been A's. Piper's overwhelming bust was just salt in the wound. Granted, she was a fair bit larger fatter then Dakota, but comparing their mutual bust sizes really left her feeling inadequate.
Of course, that ship went both ways. So much of her weight had settled in her legs and butt, leaving Dakota with mobility in her torso and arms that Piper could only dream of. Perhaps most insulting of all, at least from Piper's perspective, was just how little weight Dee had put on in her face. If anything, her cheeks had rounded out just a little bit, but her face seemed to belong to a much, much smaller woman then it actually belonged to. As Piper compared her chipmunk cheeks and growing double chin to her friend's cute and cherubic looks, she couldn't but feel a little jealous.
Finishing off the next two containers, Piper let out a happy groan. She rubbed as much of her sprawling belly as she could reach, either unaware or uncaring about how much of a sticky mess she was making of her blubbery flesh and suffering shirt. Looking herself over, Piper frowned. She dug her hands under as much of her gut as she could, and gave herself a shake. The sheer weight made it a herculean affair, but she still managed to get a large, wet ripple to flow through her loose, pillowy fat.
"Holy fuck, I've gotten fat."
"Don't be so hard on yourself. I mean, it's not like I'm in a position to judge you."
"Yeah, I know. Um, Dee? Like, I hope this isn't a stupid question, but, er, how did you get this fat? It's not like I'm judging, I mean, I really am not judging, you're like, way smaller then me..."
"Hey, Pipes, don't worry. I'm not offended," Dakota said, interrupting Piper's nervous rant. "I mean, the last time you saw me, I was 149 lbs. Where to start? You remember that my Dad got fired from Dynacorp."
Shortly after being accepted at the University of Daven's Port, Dee's Dad had lost his job. Patrick had been job hunting since, having a real bitch of a time finding anything local in the current economy. Dee's Mom, Hannah, had reentered the work force as a result, finding employment right away, much to her husband's annoyance. Still, the Johnson family had been dealing with some financial and family stress as of late. Piper had, through text, discord, and facebook, heard all of this before, and nodded for Dakota to continue.
"Well, after he lost his job, I'd planned to leave college and work for the time being. Dad wasn't having any of that, though. 'If you don't go now, you'll wind up working at Hooters, then you'll start doing drugs and become a stripper. Next thing you know, you'll be working a street corner, sleeping in a cardboard box behind Walmart, and starve to death before you're 25, assuming an overdose doesn't kill you first.'"
Piper snorted in laughter. "Wait, did he actually say that?"
Dakota giggled. "Yeah, yeah, he did. Dad was always a bit notorious for overreacting. As if a Hooters would hire me with my dinky, little bust.
"Anyway, he wouldn't let me skip college, but we didn't have the money to afford everything, so I was going to need to find a job. And, well, I found one. And it's kind of the reason I got so fat."
"So what do you do, gain weight for money?"
"Sort of? I mean, it didn't start out that way, but that's... you know, kind of where it ended up. You know I've always been a fan of strategy games and rpg's and the like, right?"
"What? You? Dakota, a nerd? No, I refuse to believe it. Nope, can't picture it," Piper said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
"Don't be a bitch, Piper. But yeah, I started streaming a lot of Paradox stuff. A lot of HOI 3 and 4, some Crusader Kings 2 and 3, and Imperator..." Dakota trailed off, getting a sour look on her face like she'd bought a bag of chocolate covered jujubes, and had just bit into a black licorice one. "Oh God, Imperator..."
"Dakota, focus."
"Right, sorry. Anyway, I was never terribly popular, but it made me a bit of cash. I was working at Big Burger on the side. Just the over night shift. Wasn't that bad, actually. They only have the drive through open that late, so it was pretty laid laid back. And all the food is free, which turned out to be kind of a mixed bag. I started putting on some weight."
"Some?"
"Okay, a lot. They make a good burger, don't judge me. Well, chat noticed, and some of my regulars started brow beating me about eating stuff on stream. I got annoyed, and eventually said I'd eat a whole pizza on camera for them if they broke $100 in donations."
"How long did that take?"
"About five minutes. What could I do? I ordered a large meat lover's and ate it while fighting Japan in Borneo. I thought I was going to be sick, but I kept it down.
"Well after that, every stream they pestered me to keep eating more and more, and were offering me bank to do it. I added a pizza bot to my chat and that was that. Pretty soon, I was making more on my streams that I was at Big Burger. A lot more, actually. All I had to do was stuff myself like a pig on command. I was even bingeing at BB, just trying to get my stomach to stretch out between streams. Some of those guys have deep wallets and don't know what 'enough' or 'too much' means.
"Well, I started growing pretty fast. Got fired from Big Burger for eating too much during my shifts. My streams have, like, no gaming left. All I do is eat and get fatter. My fans constantly pay for updates on my weight. I even have a 'daily calorie wish list,' increasing my intake based on my patrons reaching certain thresholds. They got me up to four weight gain shakes a days. At 4k a piece, that's a lot of extra calories.
"I even had to add clothes to my wish list, cause I keep outgrowing everything so, so quickly. That said, I don't know if I can keep this up. I was 527 pounds for last week's weigh in, and I'm just so hungry, like, all the time. I've got two years of school left, but I've already gotten so flippin' huge..."
During Dakota's story, there had been a steady, low creak, unnoticed by the pair. As she spoke, the creak rose in pitch further and further until, with an almighty crack, the sectional the two monstrously fat women were spread upon at last surrendered under their combined tonnage. As the wood shattered, the two hit the floor with a massive "THUD!", Piper gasping and Dakota letting out a short scream. A jiggling ripple passed through the pair of land whales as they struck Terra Firma. They locked eyes with each other, blushing furiously as the doorbell rang.
Dakota's stomach loudly rumbled, and she let out a soft giggle. "Um, pizza's here."
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