"... *gasp, pant*... so are... *pant*... you al- *pant*... alright?" Piper gasped out, the wind having been knocked out of her lungs from the impact.
"Yeah, I think so," Dakota panted back in turn. Her cheeks, already slightly reddened from the rather forceful realization that they were quite literally too fat for this rather beastly piece of ex-furniture, grew even redder. She inhaled deeply again before half whispering, "Um, I think I split my pants."
"You and... *pant*... me both," Piper said, feeling the cool laminate of the floor on what should have been covered skin. She ran her hands around her cavernous gut, feeling a new series of large holes in her skin tight tank top, running along what had previously been seams. Piper took a deep breath to try and get her breathing back to normal. "Whew. This shirt has... *pant*... seen better days, too."
As she surveyed the total destruction of the large corner sectional from her perch in the middle of one of the broken V's, Dakota let out a low whistle. "Wow. This is... wow. I... I guess I'm heavier then I thought."
The doorbell rang again, reminding the two bloated heifers that there was a delivery driver impatiently waiting at the door. A delivery driver who had another course of delicious, greasy, blubber-building, artery-clogging pizza.
"Oh shoot," Dakota said, trying to wiggle her way into a position where she could stand up. The sheer quantity of fat built around her legs made rising from the floor a particular challenge. She kicked her legs seemingly ineffectually, knees struggling to bend against her lard-engorged rolls. She had her arms out to her sides, trying to use her miserable upper body strength and its own mass to try and help shift her planetary, country-wide ass. Piper might have found the sight comical had Dakota not still been the smaller and more mobile of the two, and if she wasn't trapped on the floor until Dee could help her up.
"If she can get up," Piper thought with a bit of worry.
Dakota shuffled forward once. Then twice. Then a third time. Finally at the edge of the ruins of the couch, Dee took a deep breath and wiped some sweat from her forehead as the doorbell rang again.
"Hold your... *pant*... Gosh darn... *pant*... horses!... *pant*... This ain't... *pant*... that easy!" Dakota half shouted, half gasped as she started rocking back and forth. At last, she made enough momentum to pull herself past the tipping point, and though her ass stubbornly tried to maintain its position, it too began to rise with the rest of her. The broken remnants of her portion of the couch remained trapped around her colossal butt, dropping to the floor with a loud bang as her blubbery behind rose in the air.
Her cheeks were already so red with exertion that Piper couldn't tell if she felt any embarrassment from that, or if she even noticed. Dakota was now on her hands and knees, her astronomical ass rising high above her back, far behind her thunderous legs, and well beyond her bloated side rolls and love handles. Had Piper been even slightly mobile, she knew she wouldn't have been able to resist spanking that impressive badonkadonk. She couldn't help but wonder, "How does she even FIT that monster into a car, let alone drive the thing?"
The bootylicious Miss Johnson seemed to do little more for a moment then wobble, but her breathing was growing heavier and more erratic, indicating that she was about to try something. Placing her right hand on the coffee table for balance, she finally managed to get her left foot under her thoroughly overfed form. A bit more panting and grunting, and her right foot was also in position. And finally, with a long, loud groan, Dakota slowly straightened her back, at long last standing upright once more.
"Holy... fucking... finally..." Dakota said between gasps, letting a rare cuss word pass her lips. Another hungry growl rumbled from her deeply buried stomach, and she rubbed a hand over her swollen, hanging midsection. "Jesus."
At that moment, her phone started going off. Pulling her cell from her right bra cup, she clicked her tongue in annoyance as she saw the number of the pizza place. She answered with a gasp. "Hello? Yes... I'm here... I'm coming, yes... Look, this is hard, okay!? Just wait! I'll... *gasp*, holy shit, my back, Jesus... I'll be there shortly, okay!?"
*** *** ***
Some time later, the two hefty hogs were seated in the Black family's theatre room, both spread upon their own couch. The two had managed to combine their mutually measly musculature to pull Piper's gargantuan form off the floor again, though it had been a nearly abortive effort. Once they were both "mobile," even if only just, Dakota slowly waddled her fat ass to the door to fetch their cheesy prize.
Piper, meanwhile, slowly made her way to the theatre room. Her belly hung past her knees and her leg were unbelievably thick with fat, forcing her into a heavy waddle, and limiting her steps into short, heavy affairs. As she left the disaster of a living room behind, she had to take not one, but two breaks as she passed by the dinner table, leaning on it heavily as she gasped for air. Piper continued her laborious "pork waddle," passing through the double-doors of the theatre room. Aiming for the nearest couch, she lowered herself as gently as she could with a grateful sigh. The furniture let out a worrisome creak as it bore the brunt of her monstrous mass, but it held.
For now.
Dakota had come in five or ten minutes later, panting, sweating, and arms full of pizza. Piper grinned a little as she noticed Dee's hips grazed the door frame as entered, confirming that she was bigger then her at least in one way. She dropped three of the XL monsters on Piper's belly, keeping a pair for herself. Piper had also gotten an order of hot wings, "Death by Nuclear Inferno" flavour, and an order of mozza sticks with jalapeno white sauce. Dakota, meanwhile, had gotten herself a double order of cinna-stix, with four icing dips.
Taking a moment to bring up a movie on Netflix, the two had spent the remainder of the afternoon just like that; seated, eating, watching TV, and the occasional cat nap as they digested, waking up to eat a bit more. Though Piper didn't say it out loud, this was the best afternoon she'd had for a long while. She was pleasantly, happily stuffed. Her best friend didn't think she was a disgusting, worthless pig. She was hanging out with someone who ate as much as her, maybe even more. She finally could talk to someone about the issues of being so big, and have them understand, because they were dealing with the exact same problems! There was no judgment, at all! She could talk about how good or bad the food was, her favourite restaurants, the works, and she wasn't weird, or a total fat ass, or anything! I mean, yeah, Piper was fat. She knew she was fat. She could barely fucking walk, after all.
But for once, she didn't feel so fucking fat.
She didn't feel so much fatter then average.
She didn't feel abnormal.
Being so big, so heavy, struggling so much with everything, for them, was totally. Fucking. Normal.
She wasn't some fat, always hungry freak, but just one of the girls.
And it was so.
Fucking.
NICE.
"Oof," Dakota groaned as she finished her share of the pizza. She leaned back, rubbing her beach ball sized belly. She covered her mouth and let out a light, barely suppressed burp. She pulled on the front of her jeggings, trying to make some room for the food quintuplets she was now carrying. "Urp, excuse me. Ugh, that was too much. I don't think I could eat another bite."
"Don't lie to me, Dee," Piper said with a quick snort. She'd finished some time before Dakota, and was currently wiping spots of sauce up with her fingers, sucking the digits dry as she did so. She hadn't seen a belly so big and stuffed with food other then her own before, and she grinned happily. "If there was anything left in those boxes, you'd still be eating right now."
"I plead the- Urp! Er, the fifth," Dakota said, punctuating her statement with another burp, though she failed to suppress this one anywhere near as well. She rolled up her shirt in order to massage her blubbery, juicy flesh directly, groaning contentedly as she did so. "It is so nice to feel full again."
"God, I know, right!? It seems like it shouldn't be that hard!"
"Totally! And it just seems to take way, WAY more every day!"
"Wait til you get to my size," Piper said, trying to heft her enormous midsection. "You have to eat SO MUCH just to make a dent in this pig."
"I don't even know how I could eat anymore in a day. I'm literally stuffing myself like a Thanksgiving turkey, just, all the time."
"It can't be all the time. Just when you're awake, right?"
"You would know," Dee giggled.
"Pig."
"Whale," Miss Johnson said as the two friends shared a laugh, both lightly jiggling as they did so. Despite the tightness in her densely packed belly, Dakota started trying to lean forward. "You know, I could almost go for some more cookies. Do you want any-?"
Dakota never had a chance to finish her question as she was interrupted by a black haired bullet entering the room at max speed, launching herself at Piper, and latching on with a fierce hug.
"Squishy!" Hunter exclaimed happily, burying her face in Piper's flabby bust, squeezing her blubbery flesh tightly. Such was the scale of her elder sister, that even with her arms at max extension, she couldn't even encircle one of Piper's breasts. For once, though, Piper wasn't thinking about that, though she was brought back to earth by Parker's earth-shattering cry from the living room.
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