This choice: As the party gets closer, the host makes herself known to Uma and Reagan.., • Go Back...Chapter #4The Host of the Party by: Keroro04   For the next few hours, more and more people arrived at the Lindsey estate, from all corners of the land. Wealthy socialites poured in by the dozens, and with each coming guest, the mansion itself grew livelier and livelier, as everyone began to converse with each other and drink merrily.
Of course, as both Fordham ladies knew though, it wasn’t until the host of the party came to the forefront that the party were to truly start. Eventually though, as the two rejoined each other after a few hours of being apart, it was time as some loudspeakers quickly activated.
“Ladies and gentlemen, people from *bzzt* and beyond, if you may turn your attention to the balcony for our fair host for the night…”
At that moment, every person within the main all quickly complied and looked upward, as footsteps rang through the now quiet mansion. While she was a social girl, Uma had never actually seen a picture of Ms. Lindsey before, so for her this was a new experience as the host stepped out from the shadows, a glass of wine in hand.
The first thing Uma noticed about Charlotte was her weight. She wasn’t particularly fat, only having a small potbelly and a chubby rump of a behind, but her breasts were enormous, held up in a firm shape by her elegant dress and stretching out as if she were someone two hundred pounds heavier than she actually was.
Reagan, being more well researched however knew that this settling of weight was due to the “Lindsey Gene”, as she and some of her friends called it. The women of the Lindsey family on Glorious’s side were genetically predisposed for their rather large breasts, and for rare cases like Charlotte who indulged into the point of chubbing up, most of that weight went straight to them.
Of course, Charlotte had always been a big girl growing up, but in recent years she had put in some effort to actually shave off a few pounds due to pressure from her father, actually managing to reduce her belly to a fraction of what it once was. The only remaining grace from that period of her life was her huge grapefruit-sized breasts, but to a partygoer like herself, she knew that it was better to keep them than it was to get rid of them.
After all, men certainly liked them big, the host thought, as she raised her voice…
“Welcome, everyone! It is a pleasure to meet you all here at the Lindsey Estate! As you all know, today is my 25th birthday, and I intend on celebrating it in the best way possible! Not only have I gotten us the best entertainment in the country, but thanks to pulling some strings, I’ve also gotten us the best food as well, thanks to Hammond Catering!”
“Oh, and speaking of catering, dinner should be ready now! Heads up, but this is an all you can eat affair, so don’t worry about leaving yourself hungry… after all, we’ve got a huge surplus available for everyone to eat!”
With that, everyone watched in silence as Charlotte slowly descended down from the balcony, her chest bouncing up and down slightly with each step and her long velvet-colored hair swaying in the wind as she made her way to the ground floor. Almost everyone there was waiting for her to be the first one to enter, and only after she made it in did everyone start heading off to the dinner hall.
Not Uma however, who was already walking there as soon as the host announced that it was dinner time. She had only a light lunch, and at the moment she was ready to indulge herself, something that she considered a rare thing for her to do since she was supposed to be the fit one at the Fordham household.
Perhaps because of this though, as the two walked to the long and arduous chair…
*bump!*
“Oh I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to-“
“Relax, your fine…” Charlotte said back, in a calm and reassuring manner. As if it were coincidence, both women had chosen the same chair, and from trying to sit in it, both women accidentally bumped each other’s behinds with their own. Uma was extremely flustered from the experience, having felt the softness of the host’s thighs push on her own bottom, but Charlotte herself was not fazed by it.
“But-“
“Don’t worry. Accidents like this happen all the time… now, what’s your name?”
“Uma…” she replied back. “Uma Ferro.”
“Thanks for the information. Perhaps we can get to know each other more over dinner? In fact, let me offer to sit next to you so that I may get to-“
“No thanks!” Uma yelled, blushing as she rose up from her seat, her bag placed down to notify where she was sitting. “I’m fine with forgetting this ever happened, if you're okay with it…”
“Now, now… I insist on this!” Charlotte said, puffing her arms up beneath her chest and causing the buttons on her elegant dress to be strained. “I simply wish to get to know everyone here, and you by far seem to be more interesting than those others who are only here for status and wealth…”
Thinking things through for herself, Uma thought about saying no once more, but after seeing more and more guests march on in, she relented with a sigh. “Fine… I guess you can eat with me…”
“Splendid. Now how about we get some food? I’ve heard the chef for the night has prepared the most excellent gourmet burgers!”
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While Uma ate with the host however, Reagan was by her lonesome, having sat on the opposite side of the table horizontally from the person who had +1ed her with her meal. Since this party was meant for everyone to indulge on their desires, she piled up heavily on everything, grabbing a huge helping of chicken and mashed potatoes, and piling everything with some macaroni on top.
It wasn’t exactly the healthiest meal, Reagan thought, but the more mischievous Durant twin didn’t care as she dug into her meal. Within time though, eventually someone came down with their own plate, settling down next to Reagan.
“This should be plenty enough… I think.”
Looking up at the woman who had just sat down, Reagan noticed a rather wide and blonde-haired chef, who had came to sit down following finishing up on the preparations for dessert. She was very much wide on all ends, especially her behind which required two separate chairs to sit down in while also making the Durant’s own booty look minuscule by comparison, and on top of that she towered over her, standing at about 6’2” compared to her 5’4” height.
Despite that, the woman was very much gentle with how she used her weight, and although she had gotten a huge plate of fried steaks and potatoes, she ate with the grace of a gazelle, at least compared to Reagan’s more rapid and less sophisticated eating.
Feeling a bit awkward as she continued to stare at her, Reagan broke the ice as she began to talk. “Hey, so… who are you?”
“Oh, I’m sorry!” The chef quickly said back, leaning a bit to the side and causing both metal chairs to grumble over her weight. “The name’s Agatha… Agatha Morrow. I’m with Hammond Catering…”
“Oh, so your responsible for this amazing food?” Reagan quickly said, as she took another big gulp of the mashed potato-macaroni mix she had ended up creating on her plate. “Cause this stuff’s great!”
“Yeah… I did work my hardest…” Agatha replied back, blushing from the compliment. “Ms. Lindsey wanted only the best for this celebration, so she hired the best chefs from the Hammond Corporation, including me. Though I admit, I’m not as flexible as I was before, and I don’t mean that in a physical sense…”
“Yeah, I get that…” Reagan said, thinking that with all the bulk Agatha would find it very hard indeed for her to bend over. “But still, you did really great for tonight. I don’t think I’ll ever forget this meal…”
As Reagan continued to eat though, an idea formed in her head, one that actually made her smile a bit mischievously. She was always looking for an ample opportunity to mess with her roommates, and considering how amazing this food was, she thought that if she could learn how to cook like this catering business did it, she could use that knowledge to help in sabotaging someone’s diet, perhaps even Phoebe’s so that she could finally have something to differentiate from her.
With that in mind, Reagan finished up her meal before asking a question. “Hey, would your catering company happen to be hiring by any chance?”
“Yes actually…” Agatha replied, smiling a bit. “We’re looking for someone who can help in driving the truck, since our last driver… got to big for the job.”
“Great! Can we talk about it more while we’re both here at this table?”
“I’m afraid you'll have to talk with the boss… though I still think you will get that chance tonight. She is one of the invites after all…”
Turning to her right, Agatha quickly pointed to her boss, as she was walking around with a lady that was even larger than she was, helping her get more food. “Do you want me to put in a good word for you with her?”
“Hmm… no thanks.” Reagan said, smiling a bit. “I think I’ll do just fine talking to her myself…”  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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