This choice: Sally warms up to 'Juliette', but Felicity sees through her • Go Back...Chapter #6When Julie Met Sally by: caker19   “See, Julie? Isn’t the food here so-so good?” Sally beamed from across the table, shuttling handfuls of replicated fries into her mouth. Once again, the pair were at McDonaugh’s, which had become a regular meeting spot for them, despite Dana’s best efforts. For the past two weeks, Sally and ‘Julie’ had been eating at least one meal a day at the establishment, and Sally was doing the ordering. Dana suppressed a grimace as she took a bite out of her burger. She avoided McDonaugh’s on principle when left to her own devices. Once you got past the additives and had even the most basic addiction suppressants, the food was actually rather bland. She preferred the mystery meat burritos from the stall on Y-block. But bland food was nothing new to her, and nothing worth going out of her way to avoid. No, there was another reason that she avoided the fast food giant.
Dana tugged at her waistband. It was digging into her middle very painfully, even with the extreme stretch afforded by the exolyester material. What had been a slight paunch when she had accepted the task of watching the spoiled heiress had developed into a full-blown gut than hung over her crotch and was being viciously divided in two by her black miniskirt. Every time she moved, she heard the material straining, her gut fighting for material against her flabby ass and hips, themselves constantly at risk of falling out of the skirt. Her tights were developing so many holes it couldn’t be explained as a fashion choice.
In the two short weeks she had become Sally’s “friend”, she had packed on over fifty pounds. It wasn’t that McDonaugh’s was calorie-dense, far from it. She actually felt hungry almost immediately after leaving, which was another problem. No, the engineers who designed the synthesisers had perfectly the art of making sure that pretty much all calories in their food was stored as fat, the ingredients so processed and artificial that the body simply had nothing else to do with them. And, of course, the nicotine-derived substances kept people coming back again and again, like the brat sitting across from her, rubbing her blubbery gut as it bulged out from underneath her torn “I  0B-CITY!” top. If there was one consolation for Dana, it was that Sally was getting fat at an even faster rate, giving her a very helpful way of belittling her own waistline’s expansion. Soft, tanned flab spilled from the tears in the sides of her shirt, the bottom rolled up to allow her belly to ooze onto her lap, thighs bare beneath her thrift store hotpants, which she wore despite the weather and despite the ripped waistband. A self made tear was above her tits, as it grew tight enough to restrict her breathing. Dana eyed the wobbling brown spheres, feeling a pang of jealousy. She wasn’t petite up top, but she looked it next to Sally. “Fuck, do they just pump these brats with hormones in the upper cities or what? Bitch has got bigger cannons than a BANG-TEK walker!”
“They are quite tasty, aren’t they? So much variety just from food stalls as well!” Juliette smiled, wiping a speck of sauce from her lips and wiping it on a napkin. Dana’s supply of addiction suppressant was rapidly dwindling, and any sauce avoided was a credit saved.
“Yeah, those stalls are nice, but nothing beats McDonaughs! I dunno why, but nothing else hits the spot.”
Yeah, ‘cause you’re a fuckin’ addict, moron! How do you not see it?
“Do you not like the sauce, Julie? That's the best part!” Unprompted, Sally leaned over the table and wiped another spot from Juliette’s cheek, licking it off of her finger. In doing so, her belly and tits dragged across the table, expanding the tear over her breasts and causing a creak to come from the cheap plastic surface. Juliette touched her face, surprised, eyeing her companion cautiously. Was that sort of thing normal for her, or was the addiction getting that strong? Dana didn’t like either thought.
“I guess I’m indifferent to it.” Julie nibbled at her fries, the salt nearly making her mouth shrivel, and forcing her to take a long gulp of the refined sugar water that passed for a beverage. “So, Sally. Have you been here long? I only ask because you seem to be far more well-adjusted to the city than I am. It’s a lot different to 7F.”
“I know, right? It’s so-soooo much more fun than those stuffy upper cities! Daddy never let me have fun like this back home. And I got to meet Fee-Fee, too!”
“I’m sorry, Fee-Fee?” Julie asked.
Fuck me, is this bovine home in her dome? Like fuck this shithole is better than anything short of a radioactive crater.
Sally’s mouth dropped open. “Of course, you don’t know Fee-Fee! She’s my best friend, and I met her right in this restaurant. We’re living together in my apartment now.” ally chewed thoughfully on a nugget of “chicken”. “Hey, you should come meet her!”
“At your place? Sally, is that alright?”
“Fine-fine! C’mon, let’s go-go!” Sally stood, belly sloshing. She waddled over to the counter, and placed a monstrous order to go. Greasy bags in hand, she grabbed Juliette. Dana had little to no interest in interacting with Felicity Fuckin Fatass, but an excuse to check out Sally’s living space was ideal. Maybe she could plant a few bugs, listen in on whatever the heiress was too dumb to keep her mouth shut about. She fumbled in her jacket pocket, checking she had remembered to bring her essential gear.
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“Fee-Fee! I’m home! Guess what I brought?” Sally threw the door open calling out loud enough to echo through the halls. Juliette stepped in after her, looking around with a wonder that wasn’t entirely fake. Sally had seen fit to decorate her apartment with an insane collection of mismatched, tacky merchandise, with no sense of style. Dana’s office/living space wasn’t exactly an art gallery, but the fake wood and minimalist furniture at least vaguely matched. Sally seemed to have just bought anything that screamed “I’m poor and need to shop at thrift stores”.
“I guess McDonaugh’s. Again.” A low grumble came from further inside. Finally, someone who’s as sick of the stuff as I am. following Sally towards the voice, Juliette had to fight to keep her persona up. The Felicity beached on a pile of beanbags was far, far fatter than she had been, and that had been pretty fat. The overstretched, neon green top she wore made her look a little like a beanbag as well. Dana smugly noted that despite Felicity’s massive weight advantage, she still had smaller breasts than the flabby PI. Her fat gut splayed into two rolls, covering her enormous, bare thighs. No wonder I haven’t seen her leave. Fat bitch probably can’t even cover herself up!
“Well, that too, but look, Fee-Fee! I brought Julie! You know, my new friend?” Sally giggled, handing most of the McDonaugh’s order to Felicity. She seated herself on one of the beanbags that her roommate’s asscheeks hadn’t claimed, and resumed her gorging. Felicity’s head spun around, and she regarded Juliette with a frightened glare.
“Um, nice to meet you. I’m Juliette. And you’re…….Fee-Fee?” Dana struggled not to laugh at Felicity’s scowl.
“Felicity.” She snapped, before jamming a burger into her mouth. “Sally, what the hell? Why are you bringing strangers back with you? Who is she?”
Oh, now you decide to be careful, lardass? Not when some airheaded slut beads two gangsters and asks you to move in with her?
“Aww, Fee-Fee, are you jealous? That’s so-so cute!” She pinched Felicity’s cheek, ignoring the weak hand trying to swat her away. “Julie’s my friend, she’s fine-fine.”
Juliette sat on a dining chair, trying not to notice her hips being so close to the edges. Her skirt still felt painfully tight. “I’m not trying to steal her away. We just happen to meet up a lot, honest. It’s nice to see another new girl.”
“Oh, you’re another upper-letter? How’re you getting your clinks?”
“Well, my family are sending me some, and I’m trying to start a-” Dana froze. Felicity’s eyes narrowed. FUCK! How would an upper-letter know what the fuck a ‘clink’ was? Stupid, STUPID! ‘Clinks’ were a term used by the lower classes to refer to credits, coming from the sound the chips made when they were locked together. And only the seediest of the lower classes ever had to use physical currency. Dana scolded herself for the mistake, bracing for Felicity to grill her on it. She didn’t, but continued to regard her with suspicion. “Sally, is that a FibreCat doll? I love that series!”
“You too? I knew we were friends for a reason! Pick her up, she talks when you squeeze her!” Juliette did, and, hopefully discreetly, planted a listening bug in the fur of the child’s toy. She managed to repeat that process with two more memorabilia items in the room, planting another microphone and a camera before deciding it was too risky to continue. Felicity’s eyes never left her for an instant. She felt as though she shouldn’t spend too much time in her company. After declining a McDonaugh’s burger for the fourth time, she excused herself, more eager to listen to her recording devices than actually engage in conversation with Sally.
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“Sally, be careful of her.”
“Fee-Fee, I told you, we’re friends! You can trust Julie.”
“The fuck I can! You know less about her than I know about you!”
“You can ask me anything, Fee-Fee.”
“Oh really? What’s your surname? Your new friend is hiding something, seriously. I told you you can’t trust anyone here. Look out for yourself.”
“It’s so-so cute you’re worried about me, Fee-Fee. I promise I’ll be careful. Do you want a belly rub?”
“........please.”
Meanwhile, Dana was………..
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