It had been quite a while since Haley had bothered to remember what Mackenzie Hollifield looked like when they were teenagers—it would have been too much effort to try.
When they were enrolled in Boiling Springs High School together, Mackenzie had been a prominent member of the Federation of Christian Athletes. She’d always been super religious, and it had rubbed Haley the wrong way during her years as a teenaged edge lord. They hadn’t exactly been friends because Mackenzie was a grade above her, but Haley remembered her well enough to remember that she used to be pretty skinny. But then again, Haley often thought, who wasn’t skinnier back then?
For three years, ever since Haley had come back from Charleston, Mackenzie had flitted in and out of her loose social circle. She couldn’t exactly blame her—Mackenzie was a mom, and that meant she couldn’t exactly go out to Waffle House every other night like Haley and everyone else their age with a social life. But when they did get to catch up, it was almost always over Waffle House.
That or whenever there was a church bake sale going on—girl was domestic af.
“You shouldn’t feel bad for that—you’re in college.” Mackenzie’s thick second chin bunched against her buried jawline as she looked down to saw through a stack of pancakes three stories high, “You’re too busy studyin’ and whatever.”
“Exactly, thank you.” Haley took a long sip of her milky coffee, “I love Courtney to death, but I just don’t want to go running right before class, y’know?”
Haley and Mackenzie had parked their respective hefts into either side of the booth after classes had let out. That was an All-Star Breakfast Platter apiece ago, with an extra waffle and plenty of butter apiece. Mackenzie had talked Haley into sticking around and offered to get her “just a little something extra”—currently being worked on at either end of the table now, as the sun started to set and the afternoon waned into night.
“I totally get it; you need that morning time.” Mackenzie offered in that patented Southern sort of way, “Life’s too short to take time away from what matters just to make yourself feel good—Y’know that’s what I tell Ryan when he gets onto me about goin’ back to the gym—”
“Mhmm.” Haley tried to not look too disassociated from yet another passing rant about her baby daddy, “Yup.”
Haley tried not to judge Mackenzie too hard. A Mom at twenty, college drop-out, former athlete… heavy emphasis on the former. She’d never left her home town either, so her conversations were pretty much limited to whatever her daughter was learning how to do, her family drama, or food. Haley was pretty down with that last part—Mack had turned her on to a lot of places around town that she had wound up loving. And the first one wasn’t so bad either, to an extent (Tiffany was such a cute baby!). But Haley had learned to stop paying attention when Mackenzie’s story started veering away from the original point—in this case, why she shouldn’t feel bad about not exercising.
“Of course, maybe if I looked like Courtney he’d back off on that.” Mackenzie chuckled thickly, “Tits for days, am I right?”
“Weeks and months.” Haley agreed after swallowing an especially big bite (a common diversion tactic with Mackenzie’s one-sided conversations), “Courtney looks great—I don’t know why she wants to lose weight.”
“A little weight never hurt nobody.”
Mackenzie laid her fork to rest, a full half a stack ahead of Haley, and nestled her thick hands on top of her stuffed stomach as it barreled onto the table. She shifted in her seat, panting uncomfortably as she struggled with her own restricting size. Once she’d finally wrangled her belly into a more comfortable position, she sighed contentedly. Her hammy arms dug into her purse as she searched for her wallet to pay.
“Of course, I wouldn’t mind havin’ a body like yours either.” Mackenzie’s free hand grabbed a palmful of her ample belly blubber and gave it a good shake, “You’re thicc—I’m just fat.”
“Stoooop, you’re cute though!” Haley defended quickly, “Ryan’s lucky as fuck to have a wife as hot as you.”
“He says I’m like those cats on Facebook.” Mackenzie’s whole body was still jiggling by the time she plopped her wallet on the table, “He’s been calling me Chonkenzie for like a month.”
“What an asshole.” Haley griped, “Don’t listen to him, Mack—you’re hot as fuck.”
Haley wriggled herself out of the booth with all the deftness and poise of a slug, an effort at signaling the end of their time together. Her mile-wide behind caught on the edge of the table and scraped against her fluffy thigh. Her full belly pressed tight against the crotch of her leggings, bowing down and showing a sliver of pale white chub that ringed around her fleshy form. Her ass spreading wide and far behind her, Haley toddled towards the checkout counter in hopes of finally getting out of her—she had so much homework to do for her Marketing course…
“You are too, hun.” Mackenzie said with a herculean heft of her wide and mighty leg, “I don’t think you need to lose a pound.”
Meanwhile Mackenzie huffed and puffed as she worked her way to her flabby feet, her whole body surging forward and downwards as she put her weight down. Haley had to get on the other end of her and help hoist her fat ass up. By the time she was standing, Mackenzie was beet red, huffing and puffing as. Arching her back, belly rolling out and over her unbuttoned stretchy jeans, Mackenzie had clearly had her fill at dinner.
“But I might…”
And despite the fact that she’d just told her otherwise, Haley was inclined to agree. Mack was getting pretty big—but it at least helped put her own gain in perspective. Haley wasn’t exactly happy about how big her butt was, and she knew deep down, she probably could have benefited more from a treadmill than a trip to Waffle House…
But it’s not like she was that big…
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