Piper shot a glare over at Parker's comment, her sneer apparent in her tone of voice.
"I've got work, so I've gotta stay home."
Parker rolled her eyes. "Christ Almighty, couldn't you have a normal job? Like, one where you leave the house? How am I supposed to enjoy my day off with you on the phone all day?"
"That sounds like a you problem, not a me problem."
Parker grabbed a soda from the fridge before collapsing in their recliner, leaving her one leg over the arm of the chair. Dressed in old sweats and a loose fitting sweater, she looked every bit the part of "don't give a sh*t, I'm on break." She cracked her can open and took a sip before turning back to the land-whale her mother swears she's related to.
"Maybe if you had a normal job, you wouldn't be such a hippo."
"Piss off."
"Or what? You'll sit on me?"
"Awful high and mighty for someone who spent 2 hours last night praying to the porcelain god."
Parker just snorted. "Least I still get invited to parties, fat-ass. Wasn't any pizza, so I'm sure you're not interested."
"Christ's sake, Parker, just f*ck off, already! My shift starts in half an hour!"
"Sounds like a you problem, not a me problem. You're not working out here; I'm not spending my first day off in three weeks sitting in the food court, watching porn on my phone."
Piper was shocked to stillness for a moment. A brief look of disgust crossed her chubby yet still pretty face. "... what kind of person watches porn on their phone in the mall?"
Parker raised her hand with a "Yo."
Piper shook her head, her black hair swishing with each toss of her head. "I cannot get that image out of my head fast enough. Look, I need to work somewhere!"
"Why can't you just work in the office!?"
"What office!? We live in an apartment!"
"Where the baby sleeps. Duh!"
"Hunter's room? You really think that's a good idea?"
"Well, why not? You used to work in there all the time, then a few weeks back, suddenly it's not good enough for you." Parker frowned in thought for a moment, and then a sudden look of clarity crossed her face. "Oh my God, your fat f*cking ass crushed the chair, didn't it?"
Parker had hit the nail on the head. Hunter's bedroom had served double duty as Piper's office, allowing her to both work and watch her younger sister at the same time, if needs be. She'd purchased herself a massive, reinforced computer chair and put it in bedroom, generally remaining planted on it all day, save the occasional trip to the restroom or the door for her gargantuan take out orders. Despite being such a reliable piece of kit, it had at last surrendered the struggle and collapsed under Piper's mammoth gains. Thankfully, both Parker and their mother, Harper, had been at work, keeping Piper's shame to a minimum, though it had taken her a dreadfully long time to rise again from the floor.
The chair giving out under her, despite its 500 pound weight limit, had been what drove Piper to the scale for the first time since she swore off ever stepping on it again, back when she'd been a comparatively slim 340 pounds. She remembered how embarrassed she'd been back then, heavier then she'd ever been, and bulging out of everything she owned. How would the "Her" back then react to the "Her" now, at almost double the weight?
She couldn't bring herself to confirm or deny her sister's accusation, but her crimson blush and look of humiliation said it all.
Parker sighed. "This would be so funny if it wasn't ruining my day off. Alright, Lard Butt, stand up."
Piper frowned, but didn't argue with her sister, for once. Granted, standing up was a bit of a process for supersized Piper Black. Her huge triple-rolled belly stretched across her lap, reaching towards the arms of the couch and overhanging her knees. Combined with her titanic tits, each the size of a large medicine ball, she had quite the formidable obstacle between her and rising.
Her lower half, though mostly hidden under her oversized belly, was certainly trying to hold up its end. Her ass was as large as a bean bag chair, jutting out far behind her. Her huge, almost rectangular, booty provided a solid shelf for her football sized love handles and massive back rolls, and seemed to excel at working together with her belly to keep her pinned to whatever surface she was currently sitting on. Her hips were the only part of her wider then her massively overfed gut, and her thighs were as girthy as a barrel, keeping her extremely well-padded knees as far apart as they possibly could. Hell, even her calves had fattened immensely, being bigger around then her Bubby's thighs, and she had some pretty big thighs.
Taken altogether - her massive, pinning belly; her enormous ass, moving only reluctantly and with great effort; the sheer quantity of obstructive fat packed around her joints, leaving her barely able to bend - and standing up was a fair challenge for the raven-haired beauty.
She shuffled slowly towards the edge of the couch, lightly grunting with each movement as her lardy frame jiggled gelationously. Piper was currently dressed in her largest spaghetti-strapped tank top, the white material stretched to its limits around her unbelievably oversized features. She wasn't wearing a bra, as she'd stopped purchasing them over 300 pounds ago, both because of the difficulty in finding them in her size and the cost of buying new bras so frequently as she grew and grew and grew. Perhaps the only positive she could say about her belly being so huge was that it gave a lot of support to the girls.
Despite the huge size of her shirt, it was doing a terrible job of helping Piper maintain her decency. Her lower belly roll simply refused to be contained, despite her repeated attempts to pull the garment down and under the massive roll. Her breasts worked with her belly to push the material out to its utmost, leaving a veritable Grand Canyon of jiggly cleavage on display. Each large move sent a significant wobble through her surging fat, threatening to give Parker a free show at any moment.
Piper had a pair of large rolls running from her breasts to under her arms, before wrapping around her back. They overhung the sides of her shirt, running out a good ways before drooping down heavily. Her upper arms were larger then hams, with a heavy wobble and droop of their own, and they worked in tandem with her pit rolls to restrict the movements of her arms down and sideways, while her absurdly over-padded shoulders worked to make raising her arms over her head a near-Herculean task.
Except when she was eating, at least. For some reason, her fat never seemed to make that a challenge.
Perhaps the only part of Piper that hadn't crossed the line into supersized was her face. Her cheeks had certainly rounded out, developing cute dimples, and she now had a noticeable double chin, but her facial features looked like they belonged to a considerably smaller woman than Piper Black. Only the soft thickness of her neck gave any indication to the size of the woman below.
Finally at the edge of the couch, Piper took a moment to catch her breath. Having spent the last few years doing nothing more straining then sitting on her growing behind and eating an ungodly amount of calories had left her sorely lacking in the cardio department. Piper's muscles were woefully under equipped to deal with her terribly overinflated body, and her stamina and strength stats were virtually non-existent in light of that.
Parker was getting impatient. "God damn it, you f*cking cow, just give me your hands already."
Piper was too busy trying to catch her breath to verbally spar with her belligerent sibling, and she held out her hands. Parker took hold and pulled with a loud grunt. Piper slowly rose to her lightly quaking legs with a loud, steady groan. Her gigantic hips and booty came into view, her decency protected only by a suffering pair of black sweat shorts, which probably fit her better a couple months ago. Her choice of attire, dictated as much by Piper's personal tastes as by the necessities of her size, left A LOT of flabby, olive-colored rolls on display.
Finally upright, Piper stood akimbo, feeling her hands sink deep into her back fat as she breathed deeply. Her back was actually feeling a little wore out from the effort of standing, though she kept her silence around Parker.
"F*cking finally. One second." With that, Parker grabbed an edge of the couch and started dragging the piece of furniture down the hall. She was surprisingly strong and moved at a quick pace, leaving her elephantine sister standing in her dust. Pretty soon, she heard a loud thud from Hunter's room.
"There," Parker said as she came back out, dusting her hands. "Now you can work for a living, and I can watch my Hogan's Heroes marathon."
Piper, midway through wiping the sweat off her brow, stopped and looked at her sister. "You watch porn at the mall, and Hogan's Heroes at home?"
"I also routinely scream about the glory of Satan. Word to the not-so-wise: if people think you're crazy or creepy, you don't have to share a seat on the bus."
Piper merely rolled her eyes at Parker's logic. "Right, whatever. I'm getting ready for work. Just keep it down, alright?"
"No promises," Parker said as she turned on the TV.
******
Parker was moving through the channels as Piper slowly, heavily waddled her way down the hall. Working through the listing to her show, she came across an episode of "My 600 pound life."
"That just hits WAY too close to home."
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