BAMFfrTexas: "Nah, I think I can handle this. Oh btw, just found out we're coming into town tomorrow to check out the new house before we move in! You want to meet up?"
BAMFfrTexas: "U still there Piper?"
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"Hnnnng!”
The sturdy but reliable springs on Piper’s bed groaned as the immense girl rolled around on top of the mattress like a turtle stuck on its back. Red in the face from the strain as she bucked and kicked her legs, she pulled as hard as she could on the waistband of her jeans, sucking in as much of her massive gut as humanly possible.
“You’re stretchy, you piece of shit!” she yelled at her pants, rolling almost onto her side before plopping down again on her back. “Come on…REACH!” She strained one last time, and just before the button slipped out of her sweaty grip, she felt it slide tightly into the buttonhole!
“Fuuuuck….” Piper braced herself and pushed her flabby body back to a seated position, her multi-rolled gut spilling out over her lap as she caught her breath. Then with a groan and the straining of bedsprings, Piper slowly lifted herself to a standing position, her knees immediately threatening to buckle as they took on her entire weight as she waddled over to her unkempt dresser, picking out one of her bras and starting the arduous process of fitting them over her massive sweater puppies. Bouncing a little on her heels to get enough momentum to fit the latch under her arm (nice benefit of having a custom made bra; it would have been impossible with her flexibility to reach behind her back), Piper could feel the anxiety over her life choices seeping back in as she stared at the phone still sitting on the top of the dresser, Dakota’s last message confirming their meetup still blinking happily at her.
She should have been more excited about this. For all the obvious reasons, Piper didn’t have much of a social life outside of the internet, and getting to meet a friend in real life, let alone a friend like Dakota had been, should have been amazing! Yet it was those obvious reasons that terrified her, making her plan a hundred different excuses when the day finally came for their meetup, every single one of which flew right out of her mind the moment Dakota made her surprise announcement.
Twisting her bra into place, Piper stopped to look at herself in the dirty wardrobe mirror and felt that wave of anxiety again. Her gaze traveled from her plump cheeks, to her multiple chins, that ring of fat around her neck drooping towards her huge cleavage that filled the mirror, her massive belly and hips overflowing it as her waist already began aching from the tightness of her jeans, then at last to her phone again. She wondered if she could still call it off, claim an accident or a sudden sickness like she’d planned, but she couldn’t even lift her meaty arm to grab her phone with the intent of sending that message. She liked Dakota too much to do that to her.
No wonder she was so terrified of scaring her off.
With a heavy sigh, Piper pulled her drawer open and picked out her largest clean shirt to wear, a striped custom order polo. It slipped on easily at least, and when she tugged the hem down, it at least covered up a decent portion of her belly. Stepping back to get the full picture, she….well, still didn’t look great, honestly. But compared to her usual wardrobe of a ratty pair of sweatpants or shorts with her gut hanging out, it wasn’t too bad. At least she remembered to get her pants and socks on first, so that the ordeal wouldn’t make her sweat and ruin the shirt.
Squeezing herself out of her bedroom door, Piper began the lumbering trek to the front of the house, her heavy footsteps and wheezing breaths announcing her arrival into the living room.
“Is that you, Piper?” Harper called over from where she was sprawled out on the sofa, a popcorn bucket nestled between her and the back of the couch. “Hate to be a bother, but could you reach the remote for me? I just got into a spot where my back isn’t hurting.”
“Coming mom!” Grateful that she was headed that way anyway, Piper waddled over, pausing to glance at the strange grainy video playing on the television before grabbing the remote and handing it over.
“Thanks dear,” Harper said, wiping some of the butter off her fingers before taking the controller and adjusting the volume. “Did you know they have the first twenty four hours of MTV aired on YouTube? You should check it out, see what was hip when I was close to your age!” She let out a laugh that made her impressive bust shake before she spotted Piper’s non-standard wardrobe. “Oh, are you going out with your friend from the video gaming?”
“Yeah, doing a little meetup,” Piper muttered anxiously, grimacing a little bit as her mom suddenly and painfully shifted in her seat. “Uh, are you sure you’re going to be okay on your own?”
“Oh I’ll be just fine, don’t worry about me.” Harper blinked back her pain as she reclined back down again, stretching her weight out across the couch and grabbing her popcorn again. “Besides, your sister should be home in a half an hour, that coworker she keeps talking about is dropping her off.”
“You sure, mom? Because I don’t want you to-”
“Honey, go meet your friend and have a good time.” The order came so suddenly and so out of left field that even the seven hundred pound Piper jumped a little bit. “I’ll be FINE.”
Not willing to argue any further, Piper leaned over to give her mom a kiss goodbye, slipping on her no-tie sneakers at the door before heading out into the world. Grateful, for once, that her blubbery body was decent insulation against the early winter chill, she traipsed over to the Buick parked haphazardly in the driveway, the keys clutched in her meaty fist.
It had been a while since she’d driven this reliable mule of a vehicle herself, but that was the least of her problems if she couldn’t even fit inside. Granted, Parker had no trouble fitting in, but that was in the passenger seat and as much as she hated to admit it, Parker was still lighter then her. But hey, if she got into these damn jeans, maybe she still had a chance.
Throwing open the door, she made sure to push the seat back as far as it could go before at long last lifting up her dominant leg, huffing as she slid it into the car with a practiced motion. She only got a few inches inside before her breasts smacked against the car’s frame and her hips scraped up against the door.
“Come on, big girl,” Piper grunted, wincing as her breasts pushed against the door frame. “If Parker can fit her fat ass in here, so can you…just…!” Holding her breath, she sucked her gut in and pushed hard and with a soft thump her belly gave way, her hip thumping against the arm rest and immediately overflowing it. Sighing in relief, Piper pulled her other leg inside, reaching over and stealing the seat belt extender from the passenger seat and struggling for a moment to attach it, her massive chest pushing against the steering wheel as she leaned forward.
HONK
Piper straightened up again as best she could, pressing hard against the back of the seat and just managing enough inches of clearance to grip the steering wheel safely. Straining her arm to turn the key, Piper winced as the radio kicked on and gave her a blast of synthpop to the face and moved to turn it down.
HONK
“Shit!” Piper grunted, putting her hands on the wheel again and trying not to move as she backed out onto the road. It was a small mercy that the actual driving, it turned out, was the least difficult part of this journey, if still a bit uncomfortable and claustrophobic even in the spacious Buick. It helped that this was the actual first time that Piper had gone outside…well, too long of a time to recall at this point. Sure she caught a few drivers staring at her when she hit the red lights, but overall as she turned into the Polyburger parking lot, this wasn’t all that bad.
HONK
“Fuck!” Piper hissed, feeling every eye in the parking lot on her as she turned off the car and started sliding her massive rear out of the seat. Feeling the car shake as she tugged herself free, she stuck her leg out behind her to search for the ground, thankfully finding it before she lost her balance and slid out of the driver’s seat like a dollop of sticky maple syrup. Feeling that ache in her knees return, she turned and shut the door with her hip before grabbing her cellphone, trying to ignore anyone who was staring at her.
“I’m here,” she texted, her fingers trembling slightly as dread and excitement warred within her. The bouncing dots popping up immediately didn’t help.
“Awesome! I’m in the large booth right behind the entrance in the red shirt!”
Lumbering into the building, Piper again ignored a gasp from a small child trying to walk past her and craned her neck to see over the decorative planters to the table in question. Her heart leapt a little when she saw the girl in the red shirt crouching over her cellphone, and Piper immediately noticed…
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