“UUUUuuuurrrrrrruuupppp!”
Tara was startled awake by Haley’s loud, satisfied belch, a testament to her gastronomical achievement. Tara had tapped out after who knows how many plates of chicken and biscuits, but Haley was an eating machine, cleaning out the rest of the offerings and begging for dessert.
Haley was leaning back into her chairs, her eyes closed and her hands planted on her distended gut, rubbing its sides in an attempt to soothe the beast. She let out another guttural burp, loud enough for their mom to hear from the kitchen.
“HALEY! Mind your manners!”
“*Hic* Sorry, mom…” Haley continued to stroke her gut, which fell down between the gap created by her thighs, which were spread out as far as possible to accommodate its expanse.
Tara rubbed her own belly, feeling a sharp but pleasant fullness within her gut. She’d unzipped her too-tight jeans to let all of her blubbery belly spill out, creating a massive muffin top that spilled out heavily over her waistband. She gripped the sides of her gut with her hands, grabbing a good few inches of flab in each hand and lightly bouncing it up in down. “UGH, God, what have I done…”
Their mother, having heard Tara’s voice, strolled out of the kitchen. “Oh, Tara! Did you have a nice nap? I have blueberry cobbler if you wanted some, I made sure Haley didn’t eat it all.”
Tara spotted the stack of aluminum tins resting in front of Haley, and the handful of stray blue stains dotting her chest. She also noted Haley’s face seem to perk up at the prospect of another treat.
Tara was painfully full, but…dessert sounded pretty good right now. “Sure, just a small slice. Is there ice cream?”
“Of course!” Their mom grabbed a large tin of cobbler out of the kitchen and scooped out an extra-large slice onto Tara’s empty plate, and topped it off with an equally extra-large scoop of vanilla. She handed the rest of the cobbler, as well as the rest of the carton of ice cream, to Haley, who dug in ferociously.
After dessert, gorged far beyond capacity, the two girls were finally done. Tara slowly, gingerly stood up, clutching her distended gut that spilled out of her shirt. “Ugh, I need to go shopping…”
Haley had a much harder time getting up, pushing her hands into the table and hoisting herself up with a heavy grunt. Her belly spilled out in front of her, pushing her blueberry-stained shirt up under her boobs. Looking down and seeing nothing but belly, she tried unsuccessfully to pull her shirt down, barely reaching her navel before giving up. “Yeah, guess I could *urp* use an upgrade myself.”
Their mom popped her head around the corner. “Tara, why don’t you take your sister with you to the mall?”
Tara groaned. “Ugh, mom, I’m not Haley’s babysitter!”
“Hey! I’m not a baby!”
“You sure eat like one. Ever heard of a bib?”
Haley looked down onto her blueberry-stained shirt. “Yeah, well-“
Before Haley could throw out a clearly well-thought-out retort, their mom interrupted the fight before it could escalate further. “GIRLS! Quiet down!” The sisters settled down, scared straight by their mom’s raised voice. “Tara, take your sister to the mall. I’ll pay for your clothes, alright?”
Tara was about to protest, but realized that the prospect of free clothes was too good to pass up. She was virtually penniless, so she wasn’t really in a position to negotiate.
Defeated, Tara agreed to let Haley tag along, and the sisters made their way upstairs. Tara trudged upstairs, and made it to her old bedroom before Haley had even made it halfway up the staircase. Tara heard her sister huff and puff as she slowly ascended, and shut her door before she came into view.
Tara quickly stripped off her clothes, lying naked on her back, and felt her insides churn before letting out a loud belch. A minute later, she heard a loud *bang* as her sister slammed her door shut, and not long after, a monstrously loud belch ring out from her room. Not long after, she drifted off to sleep.
——-
Tara hadn’t been to the Westgate Mall in a long time. She’d been used to the local, more fashionable stores in Charleston, and most of what Westgate had to offer was…pretty basic. Gap, Hot Topic…ugh, she could kill for a Louis Vuitton right about now!
Haley led the way, skipping all of the video game stores, toy shops, and shoe stores that occupied the mall space. Passing by a vaguely indie-looking clothes shop, Tara noticed a tiny dress on display. “Wow,” she thought to herself. “I remember when Haley would’ve fit in that.” Feeling her own belly quiver as she walked, she frowned. “I remember when I would’ve fit in that…”
Tara followed Haley’s wobbling ass into the next store, the newly-opened Torrid. While Tara wasn’t quite big enough to need anything here, Haley was clearly a member of their target demographic, and was in dire need of their assistance.
Haley took her time trying on some their most fashionable stretchy clothing. She made Tara her captive audience as she modeled various leggings and extra large shirts. Tara couldn’t help but comment on how, no, those pants don’t make your ass look fat, your fat ass is fat. Otherwise, she tried to help her sister out to pick some cute outfits that would (hopefully) last her a while. With bags in hands, both girls left the store with their necessary wardrobe upgrades.
“I think I look pretty hot.” Haley commented, looking herself over, clad in brand-new black leggings and a pink halter top that showed just enough cleavage to draw some attention away from her billowing belly.
Tara looked her over. “Sure, if you’re into saving the whales.”
“Whatever, miss muffin top.”
She wasn’t wrong. Tara’s belly was spilling over all over her tight jeans, the only thing she could have possibly warn without being arrested for obscenity.
The sisters made their way to the J.C. Penney (gag), where Tara found some better-fitting jeans and some loose tops that did a fairly decent job at hiding her gut. Tara didn’t think she’d taken that long, but by the time she’d finished checking out, Haley was getting tired and cranky.
“Ugh, I’ve gotta sit down. And I’m starving! How much cash is left over?”
Tara pulled out the remaining cash their mom had given them. “Um, about fifty bucks. Damn, mom really doesn’t know how much clothes really cost, does sh-“
“Yoink!” Haley grabbed the bills from Tara’s hand. “I’m gonna hit the food court.”
“Hey! We’re supposed to split that!” Tara tried to grab the cash back, but Haley kept it away from her.
“Fine, we’ll split it at the food court!” Haley started waddling towards the other end of the mall.
Tara felt a gurgle within her stomach. Food sounded good, and she hadn’t had Sbarro in ages. And if her mom was paying…
“Fine, but tomorrow,” She poked herself in the gut. “you’re going on a diet. I can’t keep outgrowing clothes like this.”
The tubby sisters made their way to the food court, Haley taking a short break at a bench halfway. Once they arrived, the various aromas of the vendors hit their nostrils and dug their claws in.
Haley’s pace quickened as they drew nearer. “Oooh, I wanna Cinnabon! And maybe some Chinese…and McDonald’s…”
Tara herself couldn’t help but drool a bit as they approached the various confections.
Before the voracious ladies could gorge themselves on the best the mall had to offer, Tara spotted someone familiar. “Hey, Haley, isn’t that…”
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