The helicopter stuttered and chewed through the air as it landed. Taking the helicopter from Denver International Airport made Wendy Steinway think of the first time Wendy really hung out with Jean. They were all young, and stupid, and gay, and scared about that, so they were fighting over nothing. And Jean, who they were barely acquainted with, decided to have a helicopter land on campus just to fly all of them, her, Mandy, Wendy and her girlfriend Lexie, out to the beach for the day. It was as if she took a look at the kinds of gifts Wendy was showering Lexie (and Mandy, and Jean) with and said 'that's cute, but this is REAL wealth'. So of course when Wendy talked about the drive from Denver to Abercrombie Jean insisted she save a few hours and sent a helicopter.
They'd all grown and changed so much since then. Mandy had gone from the bitchy bully everyone was surprised got good grades while barely studying to a PhD candidate who loved her wife-husband almost as much as she loved herself. She was more confident then she was back then, not that Mandy ever lacked for it, but she was more secure, more certain. Less worried everyone was out to get her.
And Jean, Jean might still drink like a fish and keep them up at night worrying about her sometimes, but she'd gone from a weird brooding girl who didn't talk to anyone but the gym teacher to a weird outgoing girl-boy-dyke-thing that seemed to have a magical kind of charisma and humor.
As for Wendy? Wendy was half the woman she used to be.
Senior year was when they figured out and started being honest about what they wanted, all of them together. Wendy was a feeder. And she was a sugar mommy. And she was a domme. She was confident and comfortable using those terms. She loved the idea of taking the women she was attracted to, wrapping them up (sometimes tying them up) and showering them with gifts and treats until they couldn't fit into their pants anymore.
But Wendy didn't like the idea of gaining weight herself. She was just fat. And when they were fully honest with each other, her girlfriend Lexie found it unattractive as well. And so, Wendy enlisted Jean's help and started on a weight loss plan. And she stuck with it for ten years.
And now? Wendy Steinway was a smart, rich, blonde dominant with a slim waist and a big butt and an imposing set of black framed glasses who balanced her time between piano performances and getting ready to take over her family's company in the boardroom. She was HOT and she knew it, and she liked to use it.
So when she got off the helicopter and her kneehigh boots hit the grass it was with a spring in her step, light on her feet. She pulled the collar of her peacoat close as the helicopter took off and jogged up the lawn to the door to the poolhouse.
Wendy was close with Jean. She was her best friend's wife, and her wife's best friend. But Mandy was the person she was here to see. They'd known each other longer than any of the four, and they barely saw each other since they moved out here. She never understood why Jean left the hustling life of Manhattan for the middle of Colorado, and to be honest she would have worried about Jean’s mental health if Mandy wasn’t firmly for it too.
So when the pilot told Wendy they were getting close, Wendy texted Mandy, and Mandy texted back she'd meet her in the poolhouse, and Wendy could not wait. Neither could Mandy it seemed because Wendy flung open the door and Mandy was standing there, blocking her entrance.
"Mandy, is that--you look...wow!" Wendy BOGGLED at the whale of a woman Mandy had become. "I had no idea."
"I know right? It's hard to get all of me in pictures these days."
"Yeah, they really don't do you justice."
While she took in every new chin, and roll and how Mandy's face was getting so fat that it was starting to push her lips forward and block her eyes a little and how Mandy's body kept moving and gently swaying even when she stood still, the tall raven-haired beauty just smiled and drank in the surprised reaction.
"It's like the last 200 pounds, It's not so much about sticking outward anymore and it's just filling in so much space it's like, you don't really see it in photos and then in person I look so much bigger." Mandy spoke in a tone and register about this usually reserved for women talking about how great their pilates routine was for their butt. She might be huge, but she still dressed like a beautiful, bitchy rich girl. She had no problem finding a huge maroon halter top to show off her massive cow cleavage while wearing a high-waisted black pencil skirt that showed she was still serious.
"Yeah, wow. I never thought you'd get this huge." It was a remarkable thing to say about a girl who weighed over five hundred pounds at graduation, edging out Mel Carlyle in a last minute dash to be the fattest girl of their class.
"Is that regret I hear?" Mandy teased her, putting on a performance of contempt while she lifted her breasts, or at least a part of her breasts. The damn things were so big she could reach the part closest to her chest, get her pudgy piggish hands under them to lift them and the front of them would still sag and hang along the top shelf of her belly. She dropped them with a wet slap and let her whole gelatinous mass go shaking. "You wish you still had aaaaaall this?" Her smug smile caused her jowls to bunch up around her mouth even more.
Mandy and Wendy weren't just old friends. They were exes. And they weren't just exes, Wendy was Mandy's first feeder, the start of her weight gain journey. When they met Mandy was a slightly doughy girl who kept some calories off by playing softball every spring. Bringing her her favorite treats every day turned into Mandy teasing her that she was going to make her fat turned into Wendy and her confessing their hidden fantasies turned into a sexual relationship based on acting out those fantasies. Back then, Wendy and Mandy felt like they were the only women in the world who could possibly want this.
And yet, they had different ideas and incompatibility that got in the way. For Wendy, her constant doting and spoiling of her lovers was an act of power, of ownership. For Mandy, the power in the relationship belonged to the one being spoiled. For Mandy, Wendy's constant doting started feeling cloying and smothering. For Wendy, Mandy's constant demand for more when she spoiled her started feeling like ingratitude. They broke it off, and it was the right choice, even if it was messy as hell.
Still, Wendy couldn’t deny it was hot seeing her best friend blow up like this.
"We both know we'd hate it, you big bitch."
And then they hugged. Wendy had to stand on her tippy toes just to hug her. Not because of how tall Mandy was, but because Wendy needed every bit of length she could to wrap her hands behind Mandy's neck with so much belly in the way.
"How are you doing with this size? Do you get tired?"
"Only when I stand...or talk...or laugh..." Mandy panted, causing her chest and belly to rise and fall in big tectonic movements. "I'm doing better lately though...really. I think the mountain air..helps...I need to sit." She said turning back inside the lush poolhouse, surrounded by greenery.
"That's good. I would have thought it would go the other way with the air so thin here--" Wendy said quietly chewing on the thought before she was interrupted.
"Jean, sweetie!~" Mandy called out in a shrill, harpy-like tone that brought her ever faithful husband running. "Help me to my seat."
Jean was dressed fabulous and fantastical as always these days. Some kind of inverse pattern thing going on with a white blazer, black casually crumpled dress shirt, and a white skinny tie with dark, dark sunglasses, her red hair gelled up in points that showed off the blonde undertones under the greenhouse lighting of the steamy poolhouse.
"Hiya Wendy." Jean said offhandedly, as the girltwink was busy being buried under the avalanche that was Mandy's arm blubber as she wrapped a possessive arm around her wife's shoulder so she could bare some of her immense weight and help her shuffle to her chair. "Where's Lexie?"
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