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Chapter #21

Old Stuffing Ground

    by: Bobo the Hobo Author IconMail Icon
The end of the year was rapidly approaching, and that called for a good old-fashioned Big Daddy Binge. Nothing chased the stress away like floating up to your eyeballs in greasy spoon cuisine.

“Uughhhhhh…” Courtney threw her head back and groaned, “You are, without a doubt, the worst influence in the world.”

Sitting across from the booth at Big Daddy’s, Courtney’s belly domed against the table as she struggled to digest the epic greasy meal that she’d just indulged in. She starfished into the cheap red pleather, panting up a storm as her massive breasts sloped heavily to either side of her stomach.

“Oh come on, Courtney—” Haley made a face as she leaned into the table, belly spilling onto the edge, “We used to eat like this all the time!”

Whereas Courtney had tapped out, leaving a few straggling bites on the wax paper, Haley was still going working hard on the large order of bacon cheese fries that they’d ordered as a little post-meal top-off. Little greedy noises sounded from her throat as she popped bite after bite past her lips, throaty grunts as she leaned into the table to reach more and more. More and more and more.

Haley had visibly gotten fatter since their last semester in college began just three months ago. She spread across the booth now, starting narrow at the top and billowing out all the way down. From the waist-up, there was no denying that Haley was getting bigger—her belly was now this heavy, sagging thing that folded into two sloshing rolls of gut. Her arms were doughy, and had started to roll over the elbow. Her jawline had faded into distant memory as the swell of her double chin continued to hang lower and lower. As Haley continued to expand, it was getting harder for anyone to remember the skinny girl from Charleston who had just wandered back into town one day.

But it was watching Haley wriggle her carnivorous ass into the booth after she hip-checked the Out door on their way inside had convinced Courtney that perhaps Haley’s laissez-faire attitude towards her weight and exercise were going to bite her in the butt—and get a mouthful.

Even as she continued to outgrow everything in her closet, even as her gut started to brush against the table, Haley couldn’t quell her appetite. Whenever she got around food, she just fell into autopilot. Three years of living with her mother, having her every need taken care of, had squashed her ability to say ‘no’ to her spoiled stomach’s slightest demands.

And when it came to cheese fries, no demand was too slight.

“It’s the end of the year—you’re allowed to have a little comfort food Court.”

Haley’s gut jiggled and squished as she leaned her heft forwards, toward the plate. Her back breasts squished against the booth’s cushioned seat as she reclined again, her full stomach nestled neatly in her double-wide lap.

“I’ve decided to stop worrying about diets and exercise… all that kind of stuff.” Haley said between vicious sloppy bites of cheese, bacon, and fry, and quickly added the audible asterisk of “At least until after I graduate.”

“You worry about diet and exercise?” Courtney’s breasts sloshed in tune with her stomach as she succumbed to another piece of fried okra, “Madness.”

Haley stuck out her little pink tongue.

“I’m just saying Haley, I’m a little worried about you.” Courtney cupped a handful of her own belly fat, “But I’m more worried about your ability to convince me to order three sides and a double chili cheese burger.”

A small pause for Courtney to succumb to another bite—this time of what remained of the cheese fries.

“Not that this hasn’t been fun.” She added as an addendum.

“I’m fine, I promise.” Haley smacked her greasy lips, “I know I’ve gone a little overboard lately, but I’m just stressed. After school’s over, I’ll buckle down.”

“And you’ll stop peer pressuring me into binging with you?”

“I make absolutely no promises about that.”

Haley tucked back into the last bit of bacon cheese fries. As the end of the year rapidly approached, the truth of the matter was that her weight was the furthest thing from her mind. She had spent almost four years in college, and she suddenly felt like she had never learned a thing. Her priorities were much stacked towards graduation—after all, she could always lose weight later. Maybe not too much, just to get her down to a more manageable size.

The feeling of fullness slowly welled inside Haley’s belly as the meal grew on and her stomach edged its capacity. One fluffy hand rested on the crest of her middle-most belly roll, fingers pressing lightly into the soft white outline that her belly cut in her shirt. Still chewing, her chubby cheeks rolling, Haley lulled her head back and sighed contentedly.

“Besides…” Haley purred thickly, fingering her belly roll, “It’s been kind of nice not worrying about what I eat.”

“I’m still not convinced you were ever worried about what you ate.” Courtney tittered, “Buuuut… this has been pretty fun.”

“More fun than jogging?”

“Literally everything in the world is more fun than jogging.”

Haley laughed as she sunk deeper and deeper into the booth, the old wood groaning at the strain of having to support the size and weight of its occupant. To think that there had once been a time where she and Courtney could sit on the same side of the table. Thinking about that made her realize that maybe it was time to cut back a little…

“Since it’s my cheat day and everything…” Courtney’s eyes danced around the restaurant playfully, “Do you think you’d be up for a milkshake—we can take my car?”

“From Cook Out?”

Haley drummed her belly thoughtfully as her mouth began to water. Her stomach groaned in protest, even as flashes of her favorite flavors sizzled through her synapses. Suddenly feeling that little extra room that she always seemed to make, Haley couldn’t argue against a free ride and a free milkshake.

“Hell yeah.” She said in a husky voice, heaving one of her legs out of the booth, “You wanna help me up?”
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