This choice: Piper goes out with some friends, even if she'd rather not... • Go Back...Chapter #4Plumptacular Piper is Pried into Pier-Going by: Bobo the Hobo   Luckily for her, a couple of friends weren’t going to let her slide into the “Humongous Hermit” lifestyle as easily as she should have. Despite her incredible increase in size the past few years, Piper had maintained a small but dependable social circle of native Daven’s Porters that were more than willing to put up with all things Piper—even as those things got increasingly doughier and flabbier.
Going out at Piper’s size was always a hassle. She almost never had any clothes that fit her, and muumuus were stupid. They made her look like someone’s fat old bubby (actually, it made her look like her own fat old bubby!), and Piper wasn’t about to go out on the town looking like a walking whale of a grandma. Ordering clothes online was always so risky, especially when it became hard to count the X’s on the labels. She might have had more money than normal, but even Piper couldn’t afford to waste precious funds on clothes that were too small for her!
She wound up showing a lot more skin than she intended, but that couldn’t really be helped given her choice of clothing. She’d insisted on wearing the same style, just in bigger sizes. So her jeans may have been practically elastic at this point, but even they had trouble keeping up with Piper’s rolling folds of dough as she waddled out the front door that day.
She was enormous—a beached whale if there ever were one. Her stomach rolled out hard and far in front of her, obscuring her every motion beneath a big bronze curtain of corpulence. Her chest alone was enough to practically blind her, but the belly that brewed below them had long outpaced her growing girls. It swung low, tucked into the stretchy denim as far as it could handle, and still showing by a couple of inches as it weighed the fabric down. Her awkward heaving steps were met with her knees bouncing against her gut like a great big airbag—walking was more of a chore than ever!
Her pillowy arms swung side to side as she waddled to the bus stop. Even given her newfound creed of retaining her mobility, Piper had a hard time not turning around and plopping down on her couch. It was a hot day and she was clearly in no shape to be walking all the way to the bus stop.
“God…” Piper whined, fanning her fat face with a chubby hand, “I need friends with cars…”
No! They were doing exactly what she had told them to do—get her out of the house. And another movie night or gaming session was only going to add even more inches (god, maybe even feet at this rate) to her own circumference.
She was going to have to deal with it and waddle her way to the pier by herself.
Or at least the bus stop.
***
By the time Piper had unwedged herself from the bus doors, she was exhausted. It seemed that even the twenty minute ride from town to the pier couldn’t let her catch her second wind. It seemed like just about the time she managed to stop wheezing on the poor guy next to her, she had to hoist herself up to a standing position and waddle on out the doors.
Back in the sun.
Back in the hot.
God she wanted to go home.
“Piper!” came a voice further down the beach.
Crap.
“Hey Sam!” Piper waved one of her wobbly arms weakly, “Hey Jay, hey Madi!”
Three of Piper’s closest friends were the ones who were the most adamant about getting her out and about. She had blown up so fast over the years that they still looked twice whenever they saw her—but at the same time, they never overtly judged her about her weight. Sam worked at a movie theatre down town, Jay worked as a barista and a bassist for some band, and Madi worked at D’s Donuts, so they were always willing to coax Piper out with a good time, even as she got heavier and heavier.
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