*Bzzzt Bzzzt Bzzzt*
The sound of dual alarms ringing from separate phones echoed through apartment 207 as its pair of occupants stirred.
In one room a pair of chocolate-brown feet lightly hit the floor, bending left and right as the owner did some light morning stretches. Meanwhile a heavy boom signalled a pair of pallid bloated soles crashing into the floorboards as the second woman heavy herself out of her bed.
Opening their bedroom doors the pair of women caught sight of each other and greeted each other.
“*Yaaaaawn!* Morning Cer.” Daisy greeted as she rubbed some sleep from her eyes.
“Hey Daisy.” The fatter woman replied as she lazily scratched what she could reach of her immense stomach. Both women noticed that they were wearing mid-riff exposing clothes. But it was more that Daisy liked showing off her figure, while Cerys couldn’t find anything in her size. “Guess we share some taste in clothes.” Cerys chuckled, nodding towards the bare brown skin in front of her. Daisy had to hold her hand over her mouth, for some reason anything Cerys said, Daisy found ten-times funnier than anyone else.
Grabbing some cereal from their kitchen counter, Daisy began to pour herself a bowl, leaving the box ready for her roommate. One would expect a woman of Cerys Porter’s immense girth to have made a virtual mount out of her breakfast to help her get through the day, but that was not the case. The bowls were part of a matching set and certainly looked the part with an identical amount of bland cereal flakes poured into both.
While Cerys had no concrete plans on a diet yet, she was determined for the moment that her goal was to not get any fatter. For all the time Daisy and Cerys had known each other, the black woman could only watch as Cerys grew bigger and bigger and bigger, all without seemingly indulging herself that much, it was like magic!
There was no magic here though; Cerys knew exactly why she was inflating at such a rapid pace; it was her mother’s loathsome genes. The gargantuan goth girl came from a very big family; her mother was an absolute whale and Cerys’ younger sister was actually fatter than the goth by a country mile. They were barometers which Cerys constantly compared herself to, always worried that one day she would end up that enormous, that big and bloated.
Daisy knew Cerys worried about her weight ever since they roomed together at college, back when she thought Cerys was just kinda chubby. They had been randomly allocated together as roommates back then and the pair just hit it off despite having nothing in common, they just worked off each other. After graduation the firm friends knew the easiest course of action was to room together, Daisy knew very few people at college and Cerys had not kept in contact very well with her friends from prep school, so it was an easy call rather than room with some total stranger.
Things though had not gone 100% to plan. While Cerys was in the early days of her dream job as a nurse, Daisy was stuck in a rut working some crummy waitressing job and living off tips. Cerys offered to pay more than her fair share of the rent thanks to her better wages, which always left Daisy feeling a little guilty. She wanted to help out but…nobody wanted to hire a college grad with little experience!
This was what had led to this morning, Daisy in her colorful fluffy pink pyjamas virtually burying her nose in her food as her thick braid almost drooped into it, while Cerys in her black attire gulped down her own breakfast in mere moments, trying to resist the urge for a second helping.
Deciding that out-of-sight-out-of-mind was the best course of action, Cerys scraped back on her pair of chairs (she didn’t want to burn their budget on another set of chairs…the college had been very nice the first time it happened, but they didn’t have that safety net anymore) and waddled back to her room, being careful to make sure her fat flanks did not nick the sides of the doorframe.
Tossing her skull-marked P.J.s onto her bed, Cerys opened her wardrobe and stood in front of her floor-length mirror. She was the perfect model for young adult obesity. The goth girl’s stomach was her biggest feature, rolling over and between her thighs like a tidal wave and creasing in the middle. It made her so big and round that she always had to be careful not to knock everything. Resting on her shelf of a stomach were Cerys’ impressive breasts, each basketball-sized tit loved to loom large out of even her more conservative tops, but they were hilariously outmatched by Cerys’ upper arms. Her hammy upper-limbs were huge squishy pillows with a thick crease in the bicep, wobbling and gyrating every time she so much as reached for a set of notes or held her stethoscope aloft. The Goth’s face was as bulbous and round as the rest of her; thick swollen cheeks gave her a permanent mini-pout and her double chin was large then her original…and there was that third chin that was coming in to worry about. All this heavy fatty bulk rested on a pair of thick roll-encrusted legs, built like pillars to hold her immense weight.
“*Sigh* At least my hair looks nice today…” Cerys remarked as she lifted up one of her pink bangs that framed her fat face. She had cut her black hair short ever since trying for a job in the medical profession, to try and counterbalance how ungainly her bulk looked by showing her hair would never get in the way.
Continuing her morning ritual, Cerys removed a big black bra and panties; they were both lacy as hell. “Stupid shops…just because I have fat boobs does not mean I am some bimbo trying to show them off…” Cerys grunted as she lung each strap over her shoulders, watching them dig deep into her copious amount of back-fat.
Cerys finished off with the baggiest black jeans she had left and a simple black top with a skull on it. She kept her scrubs in her station at work; nobody there liked her taste in raven-black anyway.
Meanwhile Daisy’s problems were more motivational-based than body-based…
Daisy was blessed with a slim figure and long legs, not that she ate junk though…she sometimes took guilty looks at Cerys and thought of herself in her goth friends fat shoes if she ever let herself go. Along with her killer legs and toned stomach, Daisy had an unusually large pair of boobs; it was like all her fat deposits were located there or something.
Flicking her butt-length plaited hair behind her, Daisy began to apply her make-up. She didn’t like making herself look so good for such a shitty job…but if she wanted tips a tasteful amount of make-up and a hint of her deep cleavage went a long way.
Looking through her clothes produced the same “why-bother” response. She would be taking them off in favor of her uniform anyway, what was the point? Opting to take a page from her roommate’s book, Daisy picked out a pair of ripped jeans; if she was forced to go to this stupid job she might as well try to show off how she felt about it as much as possible before it actually started. There was no way she would have ever gotten the job wearing those, Daisy thought as she sneered at her reflection before grabbing a top.
Both woman emerged from their rooms simultaneously again; Cerys looking cheerier now that she had a day of work ahead of her, while Daisy grumpy for that same reason.
“You first.” Cerys offered as they approached the door, “I’m not making that mistake again…” she added as she rubbed her fat hips in memory of when they first excitedly tried to go through that door at the same time.
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