It had been a perfectly normal day for Alice and Zack. Each had gone through their respective days without a hitch and had returned home for the day. Once their intimate greeting was over they considered their earlier invitation.
“It would be a good chance to get to know somebody around here” Alice stated, referring to how none of their other neighbors had actually bothered to greet them yet.
“Very true, and if we ever need someone to move furniture around…” Zack joked, once again referring to the sheer mass of the woman at their door earlier.
“Oh don’t be mean, she was ever so sweet” Alice scolded as she picked out a semi-formal dress from her closet while Zack was freshening up across in the bathroom.
“Don’t worry, I wouldn’t dare say it to her face….ok that was the last one I swear” Zack stated as Alice gave him a stink-eye so powerful Zack could sense it through the locked door. Moments later he emerged to see his girlfriend in a long dark purple dress and carrying a clutch purse.
“Bit much?” Alice asked as Zack looked like he had to pick his jaw up off the floor. He simply shook his head in response.
Deciding not to wait around, Alice and Zack set off a little before six. Of course it took no more than a few seconds to reach the door. Crossing their fingers around each others for good luck, the couple knocked simultaneously as heavy footfalls echoed from the other side.
“Oh! Hi guys!” Kennedy greeted from her lofty height, “You’re a little early, Marissa is not ready just yet…HONEY! The guests are here!” Kennedy called out over her shoulder, but Alice was not paying attention to Kennedy, well not fully anyway, she was looking at Kennedy’s dress. Following Alice’s eyes, the massive woman took note. “You like?” she asked with a blush, pressing the few creases in her dress out with her tubby hands.
“Yeah…it looks very…um….familiar” Alice tried to point out delicately. Kennedy looked up, and then she understood.
“Oh no!” she squeaked, “We’re wearing the same dress…oooo this is so embarrassing!” Kennedy was half correct; it was not quite the same dress. While Alice was in the low end of a medium, Kennedy’s dress had a tag branded with many X’s scrawled on it.
“It’s fine” Alice tried to laugh off, “I am sure our entire wardrobes are not identical, it probably won’t happen again.”
“Yeah, you’re probably right” Kennedy agreed before noticing she was still blocking the door with her huge mass, “How rude of me, come in come in.” Kennedy ducked back to allow Alice and Zack entrance, letting them take in their neighbours apartment for the first time.
It was very similar to theirs; in fact there were still a few half-empty moving boxes here and there in the far corners. A large TV had been set up on the right wall facing the couch, and an adjoined kitchen was part of the same room on the left. A pair of doors sat on the left and right of the back of the room, and a gigantic wall-to-wall window covered the furthest part, allowing the early-evening sun to pour in. As Zack and Alice finished their little observation, a second set of heavy footsteps echoed, this time from one of the back rooms. And as their couple watched, another full-figured woman emerged from the door on the right.
“Kennedy, can you help me with this dress? It won’t do up at the back…” the woman stopped, frozen in a staring contest with the pair. “I…didn’t hear you come in” she tried to smile off.
“Marissa! I called you to say they had arrived” Kennedy faux-huffed as she walked over to join the shorter woman.
“Sorry I had the hairdryer going” her partner muttered as they retreated back inside to help with the aforementioned dress, before re-emerging. “Sorry about that” the new neighbour explained with a smile from her rich red lips; “I am Marissa, Marissa Dupont.”
Dupont…that name felt familiar to Alice…
“Dupont…? I think I went to school with a Dupont” Alice swiftly pointed out, calling back her memories at Buttercombe Academy.
“Really? What did you say your full name was?” the familiar woman asked.
“Alice Carlyle” Alice replied, which made the woman’s eyes go wide.
“Wait! Alice!? Oh my god! You look so…so…so wow! You look good!” she replied, Alice still none the wiser. “I had a twin sister, Anna? Looked like me but bigger boobs.”
That was unlikely Alice thought, this woman’s chest was HUGE, but the name did strike a bell. “Anna Dupont! I was in the same classes as her! We shared notes a few times!” Alice would have done something like that; Anna was a very scholastic person, all about her grades. So Alice would have gone to her for help time and again; and now that she remembered Anna, she could certainly see a strong resemblance in Marissa…only…there was one big difference…
“I remember Anna! But…I am sorry to say I don’t recall you much” Alice nervously explained.
“It’s cool, we hung out in different social circles” Marissa shrugged off before adding, “Plus, I got SUPER fat.” That she was certainly right about. Marissa was, under normal circumstances, a whale of a woman. Her hips were absolutely massive, far beyond the capacity of ordinary seating arrangements; and from what Alice and Zack could see, there was quite a sizable backside behind them. Her belly was a large fat done that sat lazily on top of her thighs, covered up by her mauve dress; expect for the little diamond in the center that showed off her deep bellybutton. Above her pot-belly, and very much overshadowing it, were a massive pair of breasts; clearly held up by some incredible feat of bra-engineering. Lastly she had a very round face, complimented with a double chin and a hint of a third; all framed by her long blonde hair.
“You’re not that fat honey” Kennedy tried to argue as she emerged from the door, adding some finishing touches to her hair, now out of her topknot.
“Kennedy” Marissa replied sternly, “My ass has its own zip code, I am fat and I need to diet.” At this Marissa noticed the looks she was getting from the guests; “Sorry, Kennedy and I are a couple; this should make it clear…” and then in one shockingly swift move from someone so fat, Marissa whipped a chubby arm up and around Kennedy’s neck and brought her down for a passionate kiss on the lips, shocking the brunette.
Kennedy didn’t exactly fight off the kiss, but she sure was red in her beefy face when Marissa released her from the tongue wrestling contest.
“I…um…should check on dinner” Kennedy mumbled sheepishly before waddling away as fast as her mega-sized legs could in the tight dress.
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