This choice: Come for supper, Dakota! • Go Back...Chapter #16Come for supper, Dakota! by: hedkrakka   "Jesus Christ, you weren't satisfied with crushing one part of the couch, you had t-HOLY FUCKING CRAPPING CHRIST!!!"
"Parker! Language!" Piper said, covering Hunter's ears as quickly as she could, though she struggled to bring her bloated right arm past her blubbery breasts to cover her sibling's other ear. Parker, however, was definitely not paying attention to her morbidly obese sister. Instead, her gaze was locked on her morbidly obese friend.
A morbidly obese friend in torn pants, with an ass that reached from one couch arm to the other, and who had yet to pull her shirt back down.
Immediately turning as red as a tomato, Dakota yanked her shirt down as quickly as she could, though it still failed to completely cover her lower belly roll. In her haste to cover her pale, exposed flesh, her elbow hit the small mountain of empty containers beside her, knocking them to the floor. And of course, the not-quite-empty dip containers hit the floor with a splat, leaving a sticky mess of sugary goodness on the floor.
"Oh my God, I'm so sorry!" Dakota didn't get any redder, but only because she couldn't. She promptly started wiggling her enormous frame to the edge of the couch, coaxing some distressing creaks from the coach as she tried to rise as quickly as she could. "I'll grab a rag and clean this up! Where do you keep your cleaning supplies!?"
"Woah, woah! Easy, girl, calm down!" Parker said, overcoming her shock at seeing how huge Dakota has become, and now desperately trying to stop her from crushing another piece of the family's furniture. "It's fine! It was an accident! I can get it in a moment. And I'm not sure I could get you off the floor..."
Parker may have meant to whisper that last part, but she failed terribly. Dakota, obviously quite embarrassed, immediately replied, "It's fine! I can still get myself off the floor!"
"Okay, I believe you! I'm sorry! But we don't need to test that theory!" Parker said, waving her hands in front of Dakota. Dakota was still quite red, though she stopped lurching around, much to the relief of the couch and the woman who'd paid for it. Parker took a moment to rub her eyes, and took a deep breath. Having collected her thoughts, she looked back at Dakota. "Look, I was just a little shocked, alright? I didn't think any of Squishy's friends were of... comparable build."
"God damn it, Parker," Piper said, blushing.
"Don't give me that! Last time I saw her, she was smaller then me! Now she's almost as fat as you!"
"Oh my God, I can't believe you..."
"N-no," Dakota chimed in, avoiding making eye contact. "Don't worry, Piper. I, I know how big I am, okay?"
Silence fell over the room for a moment. Even Parker, who typically had the tact and discretion of a bulldozer, was left at a loss for words. Hunter looked at each of the adults in turn, confusion evident on her face. Suddenly, her attention locked to Dakota. She jumped off Piper's expansive stomach, ran across the floor, and launched herself onto Dakota's in turn, drawing a loud "OOF!" as she painfully compacted Dee's food baby.
"Hi! I'm Hunter! How d'ya know Squishy!? Are you her friend!? Do ya like books!? I luv books! I wanna read all da time, but noone t'inks I can yet! Do ya wanna see chikkin' little!? Do you know how t'play checkers!? Are you as big as Squishy!? D'ya wanna watch wrestlin'!? Can ya buy clothes at norm'l stores!? Do ya wanna-!?"
"Woah, woah, woah, Hunter! Calm down, calm- hey! Wait a minute! Who's letting you watch wrestling!?"
Parker's eyes immediately went wide, and she quickly left the room as Piper's gaze shot her way. "Parker! She's four!"
"Fou' years, eight mont's, eleven days," Hunter corrected. Piper was too bust verbally berating Parker to notice, but Dakota cocked an eyebrow. "Um, is this kid normal...?"
Hunter abruptly looked at Dakota with a smile. "Y' should stay for dinner!"
"Hunter, you can't just invite her to dinner! Dakota might be busy, or have other stuff to do."
"Oh, c'mon! Pleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseplease!"
"Hey, hey, hey, calm down, Sweetie," Dakota interrupted Hunter's pleading. "I'd love to stay for supper."
"Yay!" Hunter immediately jumped off off Dakota's sore belly and started pulling on her hands. "Squishy hasn' had friends by eva! I can show ya ma' room! Can ya come by mo' offen? Squishy gets lonely bu' she won' say it. Did ya parents name ya after th' state? Nort' or Sout'? Mama won' be here tonight 'cuz she gotta werk late, so Sissy is cookin' and-"
"Wait, wait, wait!" Piper interrupted, a look of abject horror on her face. She was rapidly going pale as she asked, "Did you just say Parker is making supper tonight?"
"Uh-huh!"
"Oh. Oh God no..."
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"I can't believe she had the gall to call that food."
"I can't believe we had the gall to eat it."
"Those biscuits are sitting in my stomach like lead. Solid, GOD DAMN LEAD."
"And what was up with the taste of that peach cobbler?"
"I think she used the wrong kind of onions."
"Oh, you two are a riot," Parker said as she poured some hot water into her tea cup. "I notice it didn't stop you whales from having seconds and thirds of, hmm, let me think about this, EVERYTHING. And Hunter ate her whole plate without a single word of complaint, unlike you two."
"Did you not see her drown everything in ketchup?" Piper said, trying and failing to hold back another painful burp.
"Yeah, my homemade ketchup," Parker stated as squeezed out her tea bag. Depositing it on her empty plate, she added sarcastically, "I'm so terribly sorry I didn't serve another monster helping of cheese or grease to the woman currently seated on two dining room chairs. Going off all those empty containers around the house, I'm amazed you even had room left for some actual food.
"Anyway, if you're done being a bitch about my cooking, I'm going to get Hunter to bed. I've got a date tonight, so maybe ease up on the nightly snack cakes a little? Last thing we need is you in a food coma."
"Oh, bite me. And say hi to the boy toy for me."
"Don't speak about Charles like that!" Parker downed a good half of her tea in a shot, heading to the crippled remains of their living room, where Hunter was currently watching TV. The two friends started giggling as soon as she left the room.
"Oh, ow!" Dakota winced, the laughter having upset her already pained stomach. She gingerly felt her sore, bloated gut, wincing again as she felt another sharp lance of pain. "Okay, now I've eaten too much."
"I know," Piper belched. "And it had to be with Parker's excuse for food."
"That may have been the driest chicken I've ever eaten."
"You should see what she does to a pot roast. The thing's practically mummified when she's done with it."
"And that's another thing! Who the hell makes beef gravy for a chicken dinner?"
"Someone with no functioning taste buds," Piper said with a groan. She was currently trying to lean forward, despite the protests and measurements of her titanic belly and tits, clearly aiming for the basket of rolls in the middle of the table. Dakota's one eye brow rose, but she leaned forward and pushed the basket within Piper's rather paltry reach. As she grabbed a pair and slathered them with a thick layer of butter, she added, "Still, at least she doesn't buy the cheap stuff. And it made the meat moist enough to get it down."
"How are you still eating? Aren't you full?"
"God, I'm absolutely stuffed," Piper said, taking a big bite of her first roll. "These things may have a pound of flour each, but I'm hoping it'll kill the taste of her steamed vegetables."
"Okay, yeah, those things were garlic-y mush. I'll never need to worry about vampires again. But that macaroni salad wasn't bad."
"Yeah, because it's store bought." Piper choked down her second after-dinner roll before answering, then grabbed the last one, using the remaining butter in the dish as well. She quickly forced that one down as well, groaning as she did so. "And she totally refuses to add anything to it to help. No cheese, or nothing. It's just bland. Is there any peach cobbler left?"
"What? Um, no, afraid not," Dakota replied, cheeks colouring slightly. Despite her complaints about the dessert, she'd had a third and fourth piece, mostly to fill her belly after just how brutal the rest of the meal was. Truthfully, Dakota knew she should have felt at least a little self-conscious about that, or the fact that she was seated on three chairs to her planetary friend's two and still hanging over the sides, but it was kind of hard to when the nearly immobile Piper, despite how much she'd already consumed today, was still looking for more. "I thought you didn't like her peach cobbler?"
"I don't. She insists on using Splenda, and it's just not the same. Still way better then most of her cooking. Well, I've got a couple of lemon meringue and key lime pies in the freezer. Do you want to grab those, and watch a movie? Then we can order tacos in a bit, and get this taste out of our mouths."
Dakota audibly groaned at the thought of trying to eat more food, yet a part of her couldn't deny how pleasant that sounded. "Yeah, that sounds good, though I don't know how much more I need. I'll grab the pies and meet you in the theatre room."
With some difficulty, she slowly, painfully rose from her seat, and started to slowly waddle towards the kitchen. She heard some grunting and scraping of chairs before Piper gasp out from behind her.
"Dakota! Wait! Um... c-could you give me a hand, please?"   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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