They were sitting across from one another, each a loveseat to themselves with a coffee table in between them. They had been discussing, idly, the strange choice in decorum for Alice's supposedly punk-rock former roommate. When suddenly, Zack noticed, their waters began to ripple. The sound of heavy footsteps, both knew the sound quite well, rattled the room. Growing closer and closer until the foyer doors opened to reveal one massively made over mate.
"Alice!" Came a husky, raspy voice, "You came!"
At once, this sea of white blubber entered the room. It took both doors opened, wide, for the master of the house to make her way through. Samantha Wilsey was this enormous woman, no older than Alice, but more than four... five times her size. Neither of them had ever seen a woman so large!
Of course, like most Buttercombe alum, Alice had expected her friend to have retained some of her pre-graduation weight. Most of her friends did. But to have nearly doubled in size since they had thrown off their caps... it was unheard of!
As Sam rushed over, gasping with effort, her entire body seemed to quake. Her great gut was this heavy, multiply-tiered bulge that swung pendulously with her every labored step. Her legs were, comparatively, stout and very under-equipped to handle such a load. Though very bolstered by the great rings of fat that encased them, built with two enormous cheeks to act as counterbalance to Sam's swollen stomach. The floorboards creaked and groaned, squeaking in agony as Sam made her way ponderously over to Alice.
She had dressed rather conservatively, much to eithers' surprise. It wouldn't have done her justice to call Sam's outfit a muumuu, but it was a long dress that had been designed with her size clearly in mind. It was, however, very tight. Alice and Zack could see every roll and fold coming at them as soon as she entered the room—the deep canyon of her belly button was very much on display even behind the fabric. Her triple chins tremored with her every step as she somehow made her way over to Alice and wrapped her in a big, fleshy hug.
"Ooh, Sammy..." Alice wheezed, "I... I missed you too..."
Zack, meanwhile, took this opportunity to drink in this woman. This whale. Alice had told him that most Buttercombe girls were big. But this... this was something else entirely...
"Oh I've missed you so much!" Sam squealed like a girl half her age and a fourth her size, "Can't believe you went and got so fucking skinny on me, girl! You're so fuggin' pretty I wanna squeeze you!"
"Y-Yeah!" Alice managed, suffocating beneath all that was Sam Wilsey's girth "You, uh... you too..."
The difference between the two women was astounding. Both he and Alice had been big before. But even put together, Zack doubted that they could have matched Sam Wilsey in size. Her short crop of black hair allowed for her inflated cheeks to puff out, her chins resting on the acreage of cleavage that her low-cut dress showcased. Her arms were as big around as Alice's thighs! And the way Alice sunk deeper and deeper into her friend's fat, the harder and harder she squeezed... Zack was honestly afraid that she might suffocate in there!
"Uh, hey!" Zack called out in an attempt to save his girlfriend from certain doom, "I'm, uh... I'm Zack. The boyfriend. Nice to meet you!"
"Nice to meet you too!" Sam released Alice (who broke away pink-faced and panting) before taking Zack's outstretched hand and giving it a good shake, "I'm Sam. Your girl's probably told you all about me."
Uh...
"Uh..."
"Seriously?" Sam cut her eyes at Alice, "You get yourself a man and you forget all about your little friends from high school, huh? Way to put misters before sisters, Alice."
Alice smiled sheepishly, trying to not-so-obviously scope out the size of her friend's impressively immense ass. She was huge! Sam had always been the bigger one between them (well, after Sophomore year, anyway...) but Alice had never suspected that she would have gotten this... this... huge!
"Phew... oh man... I gotta siddown..." Sam panted, her cheeks reddening along their crests, "All this catching up is exhausting. What do you say we—
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