It was all I could do to keep my mouth from dropping.
"Conrad," Anne said strutting over to the table and plucking a glazed from one of the numerous plates still piled high with confectionary treats, "meet your new team. Team, meet Conrad!"
The Dr. had been right when she said that all my other colleagues were right around my age. She had certainly been wrong, though, when she had told me I had no need to be nervous.
Each one of the girls before me was stunning, absolutely beautiful in fact. To be fair, they were all pretty chubby too, with a couple of them appearing downright fat. With the way the long steel table was put together, actually two tables put together it seemed, I could only see the six of them from the sternum up, but damn. There was a gorgeous tan blonde girl with sparkling green eyes, a sultry girl with a pale complexion that contrasted alluringly with her raven hair and almond-shaped, black eyes. There was a brunette with short, curly hair and round, chubby cheeks who looked to be one of the heavier of the girls, if the way her jutting belly was cutting into the table was any indication.
I was greeted with many an enthusiastic hello, several smiles, even a wink or two. I managed to wave back meekly, uttering a weak hello that elicited a few giggles. It was a lot to take in all at once.
"Girls, why don't you all get up and introduce yourselves?" Anne asked, a bit of prodding in her tone. At this, a lot of the smiles faltered. A few of the girls looked at each other sheepishly, all suddenly seeming genuinely uneasy. The sultry raven-haired girl spoke up first.
"Anne, I just, um, I'm glued to my seats right now." Did she say "seats"? It was easy to miss when I was distracted by the light, wispy tambour of her voice.
"Yea," a thin-faced Spanish girl with braids near the other end of the table piped in, "you didn't tell anybody you were bringing a guy in today." She blushed and looked down, biting into another slice of the lemon meringue she had been enjoying when I had first come in.
"Guys!" Anne proclaimed, a hint of impatience in her voice. "Conrad is here to be one of our fellow employers, he's going to get a look a all of you eventually." All of the girls looked alarmed at this, some even audibly moaned.
Anne seemed to realize at once that she had been just a little too harsh with that one and tried to recover. "What I mean is," she quickly corrected, clearing her throat, "being acclimated with your um, 'conditions', will help Conrad in understanding his niche in our controlled experiment."
"Blubluh bluh bluh 'science!' bubluh ," the tan blonde girl muttered under her breathe, sending a chuckle through the room.
"Or how about I just have Conrad walk to the other side of the table?"
"No!" the blonde girl wailed, "that's not funny."
"You promised nobody would tease us," said the raven-haired girl, now anxiously twirling her onyx tresses.
"Oh relax everybody." Anne was gently tugging me by the arm now, guiding me toward the other side of the room. More audible groans and several of the girls' eyes were transfixed on the plates in front of them, refusing to make any sort of eye contact. "I swear, sometimes you guys are just so vain..."
It's not like every girl there didn't have a right to be vain. Sure, all of them were either a little chubby or just all-around fat, but as I walked around the table I noticed all of them had full busts, plump lips, full, chubby cheeks and practically model-esque features. Sure, none of them were thin but only the curly-haired brunette and the tan, green-eyed blonde who had opened her mouth earlier looked to be close to Anne's 300ish pounds. Overall, collectively they may have been fat, but none of them were really fat.
At least, that's what I thought until I got to the other side of the table.
This time, there was no stopping my jaw from dropping. If I thought that Dr Anne struck a tantalizing figure with her mouth-watering hips, there was nothing that could prepare me for all of this. Each and every one of these girls had a massive backside, thick, barrel-shaped legs, stupendously wide, multi-chaired hips and even plump, meaty calves. Their butts jutted out far behind them to varying degrees of extremity and all of their lower halves seemed to be fighting for space in elastic skirts, leggings, jeggings, likely whatever would still fit.
I was lucky to be behind the girls, as they couldn't see my mouth agape or Anne's subtle smirk. And the girls certainly weren't making any eye contact either. Many of their faces were red with embarrassment and a few were devoting their full attention to their plates, or the door or anything but the "guy" standing behind them. Some of them were muttering things hotly that only their immediate neighbor could hear, others were rapidly stuffing their faces as if losing their focus in their food would cause me to lose focus on them.
I saw now that I was wrong in thinking that any of these girls save one or two were nowhere near Anne's weight. It seemed most of them had easily surpassed it. The curly-haired brunette that I had thought to be the heaviest of the group was clearly only in third place behind the raven-haired girl and the talkative blonde. That might have explained why they had been the most vocal about revealing their bottom halves. Out of all the bottom-heaviness I was now being told to drink in before me, they appeared to be the most extremely proportioned, the sheer insane amount of mass they had spread across and over two seats apiece and squeezed into equally exhausted pairs of jeggings and leggings respectively. Those two had to be over 500 pounds apiece easily, definitely closer to 600, although you would never know merely walking by or glancing into the room that they were a hair over 300, the way the table was situated. Maybe that had been intentional.
"What you are witnessing, Conrad," Anne said, her tone completely serious despite the goofy look of incredulity still stuck on my face, "is the main reason Substance 7 hasn't found its way past the testing phase yet. It comes with... unique side effects. Nothing dangerous per se, just unique." She sounded more like she was convincing herself than anyone else.
The only girl who could still pass for "skinny" was a girl of middle-eastern descent with stunning eyes (that seemed to be a theme with this test group) who was only bordering plump up top, but was still absurdly wide comparatively once one got to the hips. She could still fit on just one chair though, even though her fleshy thighs and hip fat flowed over both sides of it.
With a nervous swallow, the "skinny" girl turned around and got up from the table while the others slowly followed her lead. She walked over with an apprehensive downward glance, her thighs and hips jiggling furiously with each footfall.
"My name is Naya," she said, holding out a dusky, slender arm and smiling. As I shook her hand, more of the girls struggled to lift themselves from their chairs. Now that the initial reveal was out of the way, there wasn't much any of the girls had left to hide. Still, carrying such an absurd amount of weight below the belt meant that some of the heavier girls needed a minute or two to brace themselves against the table, or even each other. These chairs, I'd noticed, were a lot lower to the ground than normal. Of course, each and every girl was sitting on a posterior so spectacular that from the other side of the clearly intentionally positioned tables one would never know.
The next girl who walked up to me was a bespectacled redhead, the only other girl who still squeezed herself onto one chair (armless here too, for now obvious reasons). What her hips lacked in width, however, she made up for with how obscenely far her ass stuck out behind her. Her two jiggling cheeks were bouncing vigorously in a pair of spandex boy shorts that exposed her sturdy, surprisingly muscular thighs.
"Kelly," she said, adjusting her glasses. I recognized her as one of the girls who had whistled and winked when I had first been introduced. Kelly was thick all over and actually appeared to be quite strong, the only girl who seemed to have a fair bit of muscle behind all that fat. She pulled me into a hug instead of a handshake, 'incidentally' pressing her D-cup breasts into my chest as she purred softly in my ear. "I hope we get to know each other a lot better." She pulled away, her eyelashes batting over her hazel eyes.
"N-Nice to meet you," I sputtered, now officially hot and bothered. The two girls to approach next both rolled their eyes.
"Ingrid," the Spanish girl with braided hair said.
"Chelsea," said the short-haired brunette, both appearing very friendly but restraining from invading too much of my personal space like Kelly had. Both Ingrid and Chelsea looked to be in a weight class quite a bit higher than Naya and Kelly. While Kelly still looked safely under 300 and Naya could even pass for average from the waste up, Chelsea was a BIG girl, top and bottom. Out of all the disproportionately shaped girls in the room she was perhaps the most evened out. Her short, wavy hair framed chubby, fat-filled cheeks and her double-chin tripled when she opened her mouth to speak. She also had a big, two-tiered belly that hung over the super tight plaid skirt she had stuffed herself into.
Ingrid actually had a thin face and shoulders, although she too expanded rapidly the farther my eyes went down until they reached her extra-wide hips, crammed into astonishingly tight jeans that appeared to have already split a few seams on the side. Her butt didn't stick out as far behind her as Chelsea's and certainly not Kelly's, despite weighing quite a bit more than the latter girl. Ingrid probably had the 'flattest' ass of the group, although the fat that didn't go to filling her great, wobbling cheeks instead found its home on her fluffy saddlebags and thick legs.
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