This choice: POV Jean: "...traveling is hard for her these days." Lexie is HOW big? • Go Back... They all gathered hours later, waiting for the limo as it pulled up. The Vandergriff manner might have a grand staircase for looking nice, but the reality was that Mandy needed a simple floor level door a few feet from where a car could pull up, with an accessibility elevator, so that was exactly what she got.
Wendy got the door for her as Lexie emerged, and emerged and kept emerging. She was doting over Lexie even before she’d got her mass completely out of the car. She helped lift Lexie out of the car, grabbing her by the armpit until her hands disappeared into her mass and she pulled up a blubbery mass of huffing and puffing ginger wearing a red tanktop and hastily donned sweatpants. Lexie was enormous, she hadn’t gained like this since she met Wendy.
It came as a total surprise. Sure, Wendy was her feeder, but Wendy never put too much stock into how much a girl gained, the way Jean and Mandy did. While those two were determined to break any record they could find, Wendy was just happy to feed and dote on her favorite girl and simply indulge her. As a result, Lexie settled somewhere comfortably north of 300 pounds for most of her adult life, and didn't show any signs of going much farther.
Now she had to be over 600 pounds.
Jean didn't fucking hesitate. That was her best mate right there, even if it was twice as much of her. She lunged at her. She had her wrapped up in a hug so tight Jean could feel Lexie's ribs before she knew what was happening.
"I missed you, you fucking loser."
And you could hear it in her voice. There was a real ache of longing there.
“Well you’re the one who ran off to build a castle in the middle of the woods. I was worried you were turning into a recluse out here.”
“It’s nice here. Not Scotland nice, but nice here.”
“So why didn’t you move to Scotland?”
“Mandy disnae care fur the rain an' the Scots...”
While one set of old friends caught up and laughed together another set whispered from the sidelines.
“Do you think you should cut back on feeding her? Not everyone can be me?”
“I did but it’s a little hard to break some habits.” Wendy said through gritted teeth.
“Ah.”
“Always support the bottom, right?”
Finally Mandy stood from the chair she was waiting in because there was no way Mandy was going to wait around while standing. She approached slowly, but intensely, coming close until their bellies were touching, which still put them a good few feet apart. Their lardy flesh squished and pushed against each other like two tectonic plates colliding, creating tiny earthquakes as their bellies settled and the ground shook.
"Looking good, Lex." Mandy said with a deep, sultry chuckle.
Mandy and Lexie had both gotten what they wanted in the end, and they had long since been friends, but they always retained a tiny strand of tension in their relationship. Their old contest was long buried as Lexie settled into a comfortable weight with Lexie and Mandy got fatter, and fatter and fatter. Rather than being in competition, Lexie would stand next to Mandy when she wanted to feel skinny. But now that old competitive flicker burned between the two, as they sized each each other up. Mandy’s shape, with the help of a very expensive bra, gave her a bit of dignity and gravitas. Her height, her bust and her broad shoulders meant her apple shape tended to loom over people, while most of Lexie’s weight settled in her gut and butt that dragged her to the ground. They both tried their best to assess the scale of the other, accounting for differences in height and shape. And once again, they both had to conclude, Mandy was just better at this then her.
"...You too, Mandy." Lexie added with a little more uncertainty.
Jean clapped her hands together to break the silent tension hanging in the air. “Alright, what do we want to do first?”   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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