The movie was up in earnest, but something else was occurring between the two. A sort of shared heat was now between the two of them. Their breaths were in sync. Stan snuggled up against her warm body, Tia brought her hand down softly. It was right in front of him, a gentle brush on his leg came from the tip of her finger. Something was happening, something great.
*CRASH* “Jesus!” Tia said aloud. Stan shared her sentiment, it sounded like someone cracked the drywall outside! She paused the movie and went to her door, but not before carefully setting him down on the couch.
Tia brought her eye to the peep hole, focusing on what could have possibly done that. As soon as she saw, she quickly moved away from the door. It came crashing open and what spilled out was the biggest (both literally and figuratively) source of dread in the whole building. Shaniqua, barreling forward, half-naked and clearly drunk slammed into the ground causing the floorboards to groan out pitifully. Coming behind her was a woman Stan wasn’t familiar with. Pale white skin, dyed purple hair tied into buns. She was a little smaller than Shaniqua, roughly Izzy’s size, but more top heavy. Not to knock her rump which was a veritable mini-fridge size that could hide Stan for the rest of his days.
The girls were in a fit of laughter that didn’t seem to have an end insight. The white one fell backwards on Shaniqua, their meaty bodies finally punished the floor as the foundation of their apartment was now cratered in that area. “Oops…” Shaniqua said, uncaring. Both were scantily clad, even for Tia’s sister. The girl on top was in a several sizes too small denim dress hiked over her thonged rear with her massive jugs spilling out over the top. At the bottom, Shaniqua was wearing a leather skirt bursting at the seams, with a bra (not a small top, an actual bra) pouring out her mammaries, it looked as though a nipple would pop out any second now.
“Good God, Shani!” Tia screamed. “We’re not gonna get our deposit back if you keep breaking crap! Look at our door!” She was screeching at a frequency everyone in the building could hear. The two titanic ladies managed to get up, still laughing but at a lowers volume. “It’s fine… see?” Her sister said while swaying. All she did was take the door, now hanging by one hinge, and slid the chain lock in place. “Good … *hic* assss new.” She said sparking up some more laughter.
Tia wasn’t amused by this and immediately went into questions. “What are you doing back?! I thought you said you were going to a concert?!” Shaniqua scoffed at her sister’s attempt at interrogation. “We got kicked out, for bein’ the baddest… *burp* B’s there. Y’know that rapper, Big Brandt, ha! Funny name considering he’s only as big as muh clit, anyhow… muh… my lady Brittany here scored some front row tickets. Then, we won a raffle for free bottle service, it wass great. Then Big ol’ Brandt, said ‘all the baddies, get up on stage’. So naturally, me and Britt ran up there. Some skinny hoe pretending to be security tried to stop us, so… we had tuh use her like a doormat for a second. But don’t worry, she alive, but she’s definitely a little thinner now, ha! When We got up there, Britt went for his, um… hype men I think they’re called, but me, I wanted Brandt, I wanted to test if my clit guess was right, ha! I moved some pole sized skanks with a few hip checks. Then this little bug had the nerve to call me WHALE! Heh, well y’know what I said, be careful tiny. Whales like to jump and flop!” Shaniqua stumbled through the story, barely hanging on to consciousness. She did an example of her jump, which was mimicked by Brittany. The flop in question was a gravity assisted butt slam, which unfortunately split their coffee table in half, the snacks Stan was engaging in just a few minutes were now a beyond 2D patter on the seat of Shaniqua’s skirt. Her friend, hit the crater, making it deeper, you could actually see cracks in the floor leading to the apartment below.
“Stop! Breaking! Things!” Tia was incredibly furious as she yelled this! “Owwww, jeez, my head is hurtin’ so bad, shut up.” Meanwhile, Stan felt very uncomfortable with this argument and just stared at his phone the whole time. While doing so, he actually found an article corroborating Shaniqua’s story. The picture shone on it, showed a tiny man with various chains squashed and stretched over the miniature stage in top of the bigger stage he was on. The article said an unknown woman assaulted world renowned rapper Big Brandt. The obese woman in question, apparently needed a staggering eight security guards to get her off of him. The whole ordeal took three minutes, during which time the seated woman ground her backside over the poor man below. In addition to this a woman of similar girth body slammed Brandt’s backup hype men, injuring nine, with a tenth missing. Authorities are still on the search for Rod Davis a known member of Brandt’s entourage who has yet to be found.
“I juss wish we got a souvenir, man.” Shaniqua said sadly. “I did!” Brittany piped up smacking some gum she was chewing a bit louder. She then grabbed the edge of it and stretched it around her finger. It looked like a tan strand of gum, but Stan managed to see an eye and some nostrils in the wad. “Found this cutie in between my tits! I feel so special, he wants to give up travelin’ the world with a famous rapper to be my boy toy!” Brittany said, slurping him back in her mouth.
“Lucky! I can’t believe I don’t have a man tonight!” Shaniqua said. Stan still tried his best to not engage, although he did file away the missing man getting chewed on, an anonymous tip to the precinct when he got home would be good. Speaking of which, while it’s a shame to leave Tia now of all times, Shaniqua was a scary factor to consider. Stan’s train of thought was cut off, however, as a shadow was cast around him. He looked up to see the dark caramel globes of Shaniqua’s rear bearing down on him, barely contained by her tight skirt. Stan tried to cry out, but it was too late.
The meteor buns hit hit him with all the weight of a planet at this size! He was lost in a sea of sweaty musky fat that pressed him into a tattoo on her jiggling flesh. “Oh my God. Can you guys please just- wait. Where's Stan?” Tia said. Suddenly the steamy environment Stan found himself in was filled with the scent of her womanhood. He mentally groaned as he was violently reminded of her huge crush on him. “Stan! That little piece of white chocolate is around here?” The slob said. If she were a cartoon, she’d have hearts for eyes.
“Yeah, he was right… Shani get up.” Tia said calmly. Stan felt her cheeks tense up, not very effectively considering how much fat they were comprised of. She was putting two and two together. “What why?” She said coyly. “Shani, get up or I’m getting a bat!” Tia was normally a nice and considerate person, but her sister had a way of getting under her skin. “Ugh, fiiiine! I’m sure he likes it, what man wouldn’t.” She said bouncing up and down on him. Shaniqua lazily turned to the side and there he was squashed face first into her butt skin.
Tia began to peel him off, almost not getting a good enough grip on him. “Wait wait wait, he’s got the softest skin. Just two more minutes, pleeeeeee-owwww!” Shaniqua said as Tia quickly ripped him off. Needles to say, Stan was discombobulated. Her weight was a steamroller the likes of which he had never experienced, his body would reform but it always took a minute.
“Oh for the love of God. Stan I’m so sorry, this was such a good night. I promise, once she’s sober, I’m gonna make Shani give you a sincere apology.” Tia stroked your flattened form softly. This night had quickly soured. What was on the agenda for the rest of the evening?
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