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    May couldn't help but let out a low whistle as she sauntered through the front doors of the main banquet hall.  She had known beforehand that the wedding was a bit on the larger size (she honestly hadn't been to a ton of weddings) but couldn't help but feel that this was a bit over the top.  There were elegant swathes of cloth hanging from the ceiling in subtle tones of silver and gold, with dazzling lights blinking lazily within them.  She awkwardly hoisted up her camera bag as she made her way towards the front from one of the side aisles- the center aisle, where the main action would be happening, was layered with several different shades of cloth, intertwined in a fancy fashion that May presumed would make it a bit tricky to walk down, but it wasn't her wedding, so who was she to judge?  She was just happy to be getting a paycheck for this.  Back on her twentieth birthday, she had decided to ask her parents for a nice camera.  Of course, since they weren't ones for half-assed presents, they got her an incredible Nikon D3300 along with a handful of lenses- when she checked the price, she almost threw up.  However, after a quick light-hearted bicker, her parents assured her that it was well within their budget, and that they were happy to buy it for her- provided she took some lessons.

    And so, between a handful of quick lessons at the community college, along with a lot of time hanging out with her two friends who were photography majors, May felt she had a pretty good grasp on her camera.  And while she wasn't quite convinced they weren't just being supportive rather than actually impressed, her friends had stated on numerous occasions that she "had an eye for angles"- which was a pretty nice compliment, as far as she was concerned.  And so, when one of the aforementioned friends inquired on whether she'd be interested in helping with a "small wedding" for "a couple bucks", May couldn't help but say yes.

    Of course, this brought May to her current position- walking down in the side aisle in a banquet hall that would easily seat 500 people, at least, in a dress that- she had to admit- was a bit smaller than she recalled.  She reached behind and futilely pulled the fabric over her round rear for the tenth time since she left her car.  She was glad she wore what she did- it was a subdued gold dress, with little frills all the way up- it was a little fancier looking than she preferred, but she felt it blended right in with the excessive decorations.  However, that wasn't her real concern- that was reserved not for the fact that she was about to shoot one of the happiest days in two people's lives, she felt good about that- it was the fact that she clearly had put on a few since the last time this dress was worn.  Which would've been... Last fall, as far as she recalled, when she wore it to a rather large family reunion- it had fit pretty well at the start, but by the end it had been a bit tighter around the tummy region than she had preferred (Grandma made some amazing casserole, and Auntie Florence had brought this macaroni and cheese with ham and peas in it).  May paused and frowned as she walked past a full length mirror that had been leaned against a side pillar for some reason.  The dress was certainly tight- it didn't leave much to the imagination.  Her boobs were about at length with her chubbier tummy, which despite being confined by her dress, bulged out a fair amount.  To be fair (and the main reason she chose the dress) was that it made her larger hips and ass look, in her humble opinion, fucking incredible.  "I'll have to stay away from the finger foods tonight, I guess."

    "I wouldn't do that."  A male voice from behind her said, scaring the figurative shit out of her.  She jumped up with a little "oh!" of surprise.  "Oh, shit, I didn't mean to surprise you!"  The voice said, and May did a quarter turn to see a rather handsome fellow standing about three feet to her right.  "Uh, hey."  He said rather lamely as he stuck his hands into his pockets.

    May let out an awkward laugh as she calmed down her heart rate.  "Oh, jeeze, you just surprised me is all."  There was a beat while she looked the man over.  Darker hair, blue eyes, some subtle but noticeable stubble (probably about 3 days worth) and a nice looking silver-esque dress shirt under a white vest, with a white tie, and matching pants.

    "Ah, I didn't mean to.  I'm just saying, don't stay away from the appetizers.  I'm a friend of the groom, and I saw the budget for this wedding.  Trust me, you're gonna wanna try it out.  They got, uh... What's his name, he has that restaurant downtown, it was on Food Network and then they started charging a stupid amount of money, and-"  He began, but May cut him off.

    "Wait.  They got Max?  From 'Max's'?"  She said, as his face lit up.

    "Yeah!"  He said enthusiastically.  "Yeah.  That's the one.  It was such a lame name, but I guess he was a really good chef, and, well, yeah, he's catering, so... Yeah.  Don't miss it, I guess.  Probably the only time you'll be able to."  As soon as the words left his mouth, he blushed.  "I didn't mean, uh, like, you can't affo-" 

    May couldn't help but laugh at his awkwardness.  "Trust me, dude, I can't afford it."  He didn't stop blushing, and instead stared at the floor.  Putting her hand on his shoulder (A bold move, to be sure, but the guy was cute, and she barely knew anyone there, so it's not like it'd come back to bite her on the ass) May said reassuringly, "Seriously.  It's fine."  He looked up for a moment, seemingly more relaxed.

    "Cool, cool.  Well look, I was actually sent out here to grab this-" He snagged the mirror that May had been awkwardly staring into, and began to shuffle off.  "So, I'll see you at the wedding, yeah?"  She nodded at him as she walked off.


    The wedding was about as chaotic as May had expected for the size of the ceremony.  However, since her task was basically "take pictures of the dude-side of the wedding", she felt pretty confident that she did alright.  In the end, she took some rather flattering pictures of her assigned right-hand half of the building, including every pair of bridesmaid and groomsman walking down hand in hand- even some bonus pictures.  Half of her felt subconscious when she squatted down to take some lower-angle shots, hearing her dress seams creak quietly at the sudden force of her rounder belly pressing against it, but in the end she felt she did her job well enough- especially since she was only getting $100 for the shoot.  She ended up taking over 110 pictures- several of them were of the bride and groom in the background with some of the groomsmen in focus, which she felt rather stylish.  Of course, the thing that caught her eye the most was the best man- who just happened to be her first encounter of the day (not to mention the most awkward one).  According to the pamphlet she had briefly scanned before the service, his name was Stephen, and part of May found herself silently hoping she'd bump into him at the reception.


    "Holy shit."  May found herself grumbling under her breath as she walked through the masses at the reception.  If the original wedding seemed absurdly large to her, the reception was... Well, a whole different beast.  There were several tables set up in an all-you-can-eat fashion, along with three separate open-bars, and a dance floor that she was pretty positive was bigger than any club within 15 miles of their location.  However, before any of this was available, there was the reception dinner.  May had (mistakenly) assumed that the dinner was catered by Max of Max's, and had ordered a rather fancy-sounding pasta dish out of the six available, assuming it was the only time she'd ever have it.  And while she had practically devoured it in front of her few friends there, along with a bunch of strangers, it turns out it was not made by Max- that was reserved for the all-you-can-eat buffet lines at the reception, all of which held separate themes.  Her dinner had left her feeling a step below stuffed, but two steps above full- which meant the only logical move (after the tables were freed up to dance or drink or eat or a combination of both) was to drink.  And so, she had somewhat slowly made her way to the open bar, just to make the mistake of ordering a Zombie.

    Most places May had been to had made a Zombie with the correct ingredients, but the incorrect ratios.  However, this reception bartender clearly wasn't messing around.  By the time the drink consisted of nothing but ice and fruit rinds, May was feeling significantly more buzzed than she should have off of a drink after a rather large bowl of pasta.  Of course, this meant she gravitated towards the dance-floor while still staying off the dance-floor as much as possible- which is exactly how she saw that Stephen was hanging out around the same distance from the dancing area as herself.  Slightly buzzed, she slowly made her way towards him as casually as possible.  "Hey, stranger."  She said loudly over the thumping bass.  Much to her surprise (moreso due to how lame her greeting was) Stephen turned towards her.

    "Oh, shoot!  Hey!"  He waved his drink around somewhat wildly as he greeted her, which made her think this wasn't his first Jack and Coke.  He gestured to the dance-floor wildly.  "I'm guessing you came over here to dance?"  She shook her head immediately, which lead to a somewhat bemused look on Stephen's face.  "Well, at least tell me you grabbed something off the line?  This-"  He gestured to the four tables that May had noticed earlier- "Are Max's work.  Over there is... Uh, I think, American-style food?"  He pointed at one table.  "And over there... Uh..."  Stephen seemed pretty confused by now, so May gave off her friendliest smile. 

    "You seem a bit confused."  She giggled as he stared blankly at the second set of food.  When he didn't respond, she boldly continued.  ("Damn this Zombie drink.") She thought to herself as she began speaking- she was certainly never this bold with strangers if she hadn't been drinking- especially when she was crammed into a dress that fit her much better when she had weighed about 20 pounds less.  "Why don't we just walk around and you tell me what they are?"

    Of course, walking around turned into Stephen grabbing her several small samples of several small courses from the four different vaguely-themed zones, all of which May found herself eating while becoming more and more interested in whatever Stephen was saying.  It didn't help that at some point along the way, she had grabbed another Zombie.

    Things had gotten a little fuzzy at some point.  Things had thankfully cleared up at some point when May entertained her third serving of Devil's food cake, handed to her by no other than Stephen- still in his adorable best man outfit.  And while she felt significantly more in-sync with the living than she had in a few hours, it came with a new sensation- namely, a significantly tight feeling in her midsection.  At some point, the fuzziness and carelessness had faded away into her current state- stuffed.  "Oh!"  She said outloud when she saw where she was- namely, the dance-floor with Stephen.  It wasn't really a surprise, per-say.  She knew all of it was happening- she just wasn't inherently aware of what was happening, but was still okay with it.  Still, her sudden, seemingly random exclamation left Stephen with a surprised look on his face.

    "Is, uh, something wrong?"  Clearly, Stephen wasn't free of alcohol's grip, himself.

    May found herself stifling a belch prior to responding. "Uh, nothing, just feeling a little... Uh, bloated, I guess?"  May found herself feeling rather embarrassed with her blatant admission.  However, she found herself more surprised by Stephen's reaction than her own- which was for him to wrap his arm around her lower back.

    "I think you look lovely."  He half murmured, half whispered- at least in May's eyes.  Before she could do anything other than blush, he leaned closer to her ear and spoke before she could respond.  "We're headed to the bar around the street later, you in?"  May gave him a confused look, which he miraculously caught.  "We're going to 'The Watering Bush' later, you know where it is?"  Once again, May gave him a confused look.  "Ugh, I'll just write it down, it's like two blocks from here.  Please be there, okay?"  He said exasperatedly as he handed her a napkin with directions hastily scribbled on it, before awkwardly adding "Seriously, be there." as he dissipated into the crowd.  May coudln't help but think about how cute he looked.


    After three more slices of cheese-coated garlic bread from the "Italian" part of the reception, and a few glasses of water, May felt comfortable enough to drive.  Her head hurt slightly but she more or less had a one track mind at this point- to catch up to the cute "best man" who had walked her around the reception.  And if it meant driving to the bar he had mentioned, she was more than happy to do so, despite the fact that she literally was one deep breath away from splitting her dress in half.

    May had never been skinny, but she never felt as uncomfortable as she did now- her dress had been pretty tight beforehand, and now it was just reaching levels of absurdity.  Her stomach was incredibly bloated, and she kept letting out tiny belches almost purely out of necessity as she walked to the car, keeping them quiet as possible to not look like more of a slob than she inevitably already did, what with being crammed into her dress in the way she was.  She inched her way into her car, carefully lowering herself down into the seat and listening carefully for the sound of her dress splitting- when the sound didn't come, she let out a small sigh of relief.  "The diet starts tomorrow.  Seriously."  May thought to herself as she looked down at her bloated midsection, which was now a bona-fide potbelly.  She let out a loud burp within the safety of her own car, releasing a bit more of the pressure from the absurd amount of food she had managed to eat already- and the night wasn't even over.

    The drive to the bar was uneventful, and there was plenty of parking- "Thank goodness, I don't know if I could survive a long walk..."  She thought to herself.  Getting out of the car was a little difficult due to the sheer amount of food within her stomach, but May was hellbent on seeing Stephen one more time- and maybe even getting his phone number.  The bar seemed descent enough, despite it's quasi-trashy sounding name.  There were no pool tables or neon signs of low-priced beer, so that was a plus.  She scanned the place briefly before seeing Stephen waving her over from a table near the entrance.

    "I saved you a seat, May!"  He said a little more excitedly than he probably meant, as she saw a bit of a blush creep on his face.  It was an adorable gesture, one usually reserved for awkward middle-schoolers, rather than 20 something year old attractive men named Stephen.  He was seated with a handful of people around his age, including two girls who May couldn't help but notice were quite a bit skinnier than she was.  She silently scolded herself as she slowly walked to the table, trying valiantly to suck in her gut, which just caused her to wince slightly in pain.  Sitting down next to Stephen on the end of the table, there was a brief round of introductions, at which point Stephen offered to buy her a drink.

    "A lady never says no to a gentleman buying her a drink!"  May said in her cheesiest old-timey West accent, which got a modest chuckle out of the table- and a decent laugh out of Stephen, who less than subtly put his arm around her chair as he did so, causing May to blush.


    May, once again, found herself a touch bit drunk.  Stephen had ordered her a Moscow Mule, followed by a beer- a craft beer, some brewery she hadn't heard of.  Coming off a Moscow Mule, which had been way more alcohol-y than she expected, she figured getting a beer was a better option than another hard drink.  However, May wasn't really a beer person, and hadn't accounted for the beer in question to be over 9% alcohol (apparently it was bourbon barrel aged?  Who knew?) and of course, then Stephen had floated the idea of ordering a round of appetizers, and even though May knew she had already eaten and drank way too much that night, sobering up a bit with appetizers sounded like a somewhat wise move.

    But, they didn't help much.  Especially when, somehow, unbeknownst to May, another beer had been placed in front of her- which she sipped from on and off again as she mowed through several potato skins.  At some point during the night, most of the people had left the table, leaving May, Stephen, and the (in May's opinion) prettier of the two girls left.  She was tan, blonde hair, perfect teeth, and above all else- skinny.  However, even though May was buzzed, she wasn't oblivious, and even though the remaining girl seemed like a much more natural choice for a young handsome man of Stephen's nature, he paid her almost zero attention, focusing most of his conversation towards May.  This didn't go unnoticed by the other girl, who only hung around for about 20 minutes before mumbling something about having to get up early and leaving, which left just Stephen and May at the table.  Their conversation was pretty simple, but nice- Stephen talked about his work, movies he liked, general small talk, while May giggled way more than she meant to (the beer didn't help with that) and made a bunch of lame statements about what she did in her spare time.  At some point, the potato skins were gone, her beer was gone, and a plate of french fries and an ice water replaced them- but May barely noticed.  Her focus was almost entirely on Stephen.  They ended up sitting and talking a lot later than May realized, and it was when she finally flipped her phone over and looked at the time that she realized just how long it had been.

    "Holy shit, it's already almost 1!"  She said, her eyes wide at the realization.  "I can't believe we've been sitting here and talking for this long... Not to mention eating..."  May meant to say the last part a lot quieter than she did, and blushed a bit when Stephen's eyes widened.  

    "Yeah, well, don't worry about it, I already grabbed the bill."  He said with a wink.  Smooth moves on this one.

    May placed a hand on her stomach and was shocked to see just how bloated she really had become.  Her stomach oozed out further than it ever had, at least to her knowledge.  Of fucking course she made an absolute pig out of herself in a dress that didn't even fit right to begin with, and in front of a cute guy, no less!  What the hell was wrong with her?  All the pleasant buzzed feelings slipped away as May felt herself grow red with embarrassment.  Stephen had grabbed the bill, so he knew how much food she had eaten- sure, they were appetizers for everyone, but May was certain she ate the most.  Her stomach gurgled uncomfortably, as if it suddenly realized at the same time as May that it was way too full.  Her cheeks bulged out slightly as she suppressed a belch.  "Well, let me give you a few... Bucks..."  May paused a bit as she uncomfortably leaned forward to grab her purse off the table, only to feel Stephen's hand grab her wrist.

    "Seriously, May, it's fine.  It was my pleasure."  He said with a smile, and it seemed sincere.  "Hey, I know how you could pay me back!  That girl who left, well... She was kind of my ride back to my hotel, but I think she thought..."  He paused for a second awkwardly.  "I think she thought I invited her here as- as more than just a friend?"  He sighed.

    May felt a bit better about the situation after hearing that.  "You need a ride, then?"  He nodded, and May smiled.  "Okay, but, uh, I kinda pigged out tonight, so I need a few minutes to get my bearings."  Fuck it, let's just go all out- it's not like Stephen hadn't noticed that she looked like she needed a maternity dress just from her food baby.  However, Stephen's reaction surprised her- he coughed, blushed, and awkwardly shifted in his chair.  May felt something click in her head- he hadn't paid attention to the other girls, the skinnier girls- he definitely had perked up whenever May made comments about eating, and he showed interest in her, invited her out...  May grinned.  Maybe it was the booze, maybe it was the fact that it was just her and Stephen in a mostly empty bar at almost 1 in the morning, but she decided to have a little fun.  "Yeah, I mean- this dress was way too tight anyways..."  Stephen had frozen, his eyes wide.  "And I just totally let loose tonight, I'm so full...  Anyways, I'm feeling okay now, let's go to the car."

    Stephen was predictably awkward.  He scooted his chair in further to the table, looked down, and said, "Nah, I need a minute or two to sober up."  May grinned.


    "Right, I think this is my hotel?"  Stephen stared at his phone.  "Yeah, this is it, I hope I didn't forget my key- ah, here it is."  May had really hammed it up on the drive to the hotel.  She groaned, sighed, ran her hand over her belly a few times, and even let out a few hiccups, all of which caused some obvious reactions from Stephen.  He had been quieter than he had been for most of the night, but May caught him staring at her several times as she drove.

    "Well, Stephen, it has been a wonderful night.  Thank you so much for the food, even though it kind of put me over the edge- seriously, I don't think I'll be able to get out of this dress without ripping it."  She smiled as Stephen was left speechless for the twentieth-something time in the past half hour.  May never thought that her chubbier self, combined with a stuffed stomach and some exaggerated statements, could drive a guy to go from confident and smooth to awkward and stuttering.  He just stared at May for a bit, before leaning over and abruptly kissing her.  May returned the kiss with extra force, putting a hand on Stephen's upper thigh.  They sort of awkwardly half-made out for a while in a way that was more fitting of high-schoolers on Prom night, making out in the front seat of a car because there's nowhere else to go, before Stephen finally pulled away.

    May felt her dress creak from strain as she leaned back.  "Would you, uh... Like to come in with me?  I mean, I can't really make us coffee, or anything, but..."  May smiled, but wanted to see just how much further she could push her luck.

    "Are you sure, Stephen?"  She placed a hand on her stomach.  "I mean, I really stuffed myself back there, and I won't lie- I've put on some weight lately.  I'm not sure why you'd want me to come in, especially when you had your choice of so many other girls at the reception who were so much thinner than me..."  She winked at Stephen, and his leg positioning combined with his awkward attempts to hide his erection told her everything- Stephen definitely liked the chubbier girls.

    "Uh... Yes, I mean, of course I'm sure."  May smiled, and Stephen sighed.  He knew she wasn't going to let this slide.  "Look, I thought, that, uh..."  May's grin grew.  "Ugh, you're gonna make me say this?"  She nodded.  "Look, when I saw you before the wedding, I thought you looked sexy as hell, and quite frankly, it was really fucking hot watching you eat as much as you did, and I'd really like to go inside the hotel with you and help you out of the dress, and, I don't know, whatever other cliche stuff people say when they wanna fuck someone, okay?"  

    Now it was May's turn to blush.  No guy had ever been so straightforward with her, but at the same time, it had been a while... And Stephen seemed nice enough, so...  "Well, with a speech like that, how could I say no?"  She opened her door, and Stephen did the same.  "But you better fucking call me for a second date, okay?"  May smiled at Stephen, who eagerly closed his door.  "Maybe you can take me to a nice restaurant..."
New story up tonight- it's that 175K request that I should've written, oh, you know, like 40K views ago?
Guys, for real- I don't mean to hype it up, but this long single-shot story is getting kinda nuts in the best way possible. I'm sorry for the delay but I hope it will be worth it!
Hey guys, sorry I kinda dropped off the radar.  Life's been getting me down in a lot of ways.

To get to the good news, though- I've been working on a story.  It's a one off, but it's a lot longer than anything I've ever written in one go, and when I finish it it'll probably be longer than some of my earlier chapter-based stories.  It's about a girl who goes to Russia and exposition happens and then other stuff happens.

"Hey Kate?  Why do we eat so much pizza?"  Kate broke her gaze from the television- Click was on, and she was rather transfixed by what was occurring on the screen- moreso because she had never seen such a terrible movie in her life, and she was astonished by Adam Sandler's fall from grace.

"Uh, what?"  Kate said, confused.  It was a Saturday, and she had gotten cut from work earlier than usual, so she had brought home some beer and pizza (a crux of any college student on a budget) and they were sharing a rather nice night on the couch, but exhaustion from an opening shift and a week of classes and work meant she found herself feeling a bit more drunk than one should after two beers.

"You know, we just... Eat a lot of pizza?  Andrea said- somewhat ironic, as she had just taken a bite of her pizza.  Kate looked her friend- no, girlfriend- up and down.  It had been more or less a pretty standard week for them, after her little "coming out" incident, Kate and Andrea had settled into a nice routine.  Andrea was still working, moreso than Kate because her classes had started.  Kate was pretty burdened by classwork and her job, but had found a pretty nice balance between the two. 

As such, the nightly routine usually went as follows-  Kate would go straight from her 4 PM class to work, where she'd crank out a four or five our shift, before the owner, Mr. Arco, would come in to close.  It was a good balance, since Kate got a good amount of sleep (all things considered) and she didn't have to stress over counting down drawers and doing inventory at the end of the day.  And Mr. Arco looked better than he had in months- clearly, he was pretty stressed out.  After work, she'd usually snag a pizza, which she'd bring home to Andrea, who was usually napping on the couch, since she had worked the opening shift at Arco's.  

Then, they'd hang out, cuddle up on the couch, and eat pizza, and watch television.  They hadn't really advanced beyond holding hands, cuddling, and the occasional kiss, but Kate was more than happy with what had transpired between the two of them.  However, this was an interesting twist.

Kate took a swig of her beer before looking her girlfriend in the eyes.  "I... Well, it's free, and we both like pizza?  I dunno what to tell you."  She said with a smile, and Andrea smiled as well- obviously, the situation wasn't quite as tense as Kate initially assumed.

"Well, yeah..."  Andrea said, trailing off for a moment before taking a gulp of her beer as well.  "It's good!  It's just, ya know, I'd like to have a salad or something, sometimes."  Kate felt herself tense up for a moment- but damage control was her specialty.

She inched up her smile a bit in a reassuring way as she squeezed Andrea's hand.  "Well, I'm guessing you were a little more drunk than I thought the other night!"  Kate couldn't help but laugh at the memory.


She had come home to Andrea swaying back and forth on the couch, a fifth of rum in her hand and the Pirates of the Caribbean on the television.  "Katie Kate Kate!  I bought rummmmmmmm!"  The drunken girl had shouted the second she walked in the door.  Kate had, as she recalled, a very bad day between work and class, but coming home to a sassy drunk Andrea pretty much made up for it.  After all, Andrea got a lot more... Cuddly, when she was drunk.

She let out a chuckle as she dropped her purse on the table.  "Oh, and what inspired that choice of booze?"  She asked, as Johnny Depp shouted But why is the rum gone?, which, in hindsight, was hilariously ironic.

Andrea staggered up from the couch- her now bona-fide gut wobbling it's way out of her shirt.  "Wellllllll, I will have you know, that I... Am a... Pursuer, wait, no, a purveyor, of fine rum, and!"  Andrea ended her sentence at that point, before rushing towards Kate and embracing her in a strong hug that only a drunk person could provide.  Kate patted her back lightly as Andrea leaned into her ear, and said:  "I missed you."  Kate felt herself flush as Andrea peeled herself away from her.

"Well... First of all, that's Captain Morgan, so, you're not quite a purveyor of fine rum.  And secondly, I'm pretty sure it's because you were watching Pirates."  She laughed as her roommate struggled to pull her ill-fitting shirt over her protruding gut.  "And, for the record, I missed you too, Andrea."

Andrea let out a hmmph of defeat as she stumbled back to the couch.   "Yeah, welllllll, I am not -hic- admitting anything.  Innocent until proven innocent, or whatever."

Kate laughed again as she shrugged out of her coat.  "That's not how that goes.  And, for the record, I brought home pizza!  Which you clearly need, because we have to sober you up at some point..."  She muttered the second part under her breath.  

"No, no nonononoooooo!"  Andrea uttered from the couch, and as Kate made her way towards her drunken ladyfriend, she spotted something she never thought she'd see on a table in their apartment- a salad.  "See, I was smart, and I bought a salad, because you keep bringing home pizza, and I'm getting-"  She paused to grab her flabby midsection with two hands and gave it a shake, which Kate almost fainted from as she watched- "-faaaaat."  The way she said it was joking, but Andrea could tell that the elephant was finally out of the closet, or whatever.  It would be a wonderful world wherein Andrea never realized she was chubbing up at an absurd rate, but clearly all good things must end.  

Kate found herself sitting down on the couch next to Andrea and wrapping an arm around her.  Andrea happily returned the favor, her chubbier arms enclosing Kate's frame and squeezing almost too tightly.  "Andrea, I know... I know you're drunk off your ass, and honestly, you probably won't remember this..."  Andrea let out a hearty chuckle from her position right underneath Kate's chest.

"You're probably right about that..."  She admitted unabashedly.

Kate smiled.  "But, I just want you to know-  I think you're absolutely gorgeous, and I wouldn't care if you gained 300 pounds, I'd still think that."  Andrea just squeezed her harder, before sitting back up rather quickly, which almost caused her to fall off the couch.

"Well, frankly, that's a relief, because salad is fucking gross."  Kate looked down at the Caesar salad, which frankly wasn't any better than the pizza- it was practically swimming in dressing, coated with a thick layer of Parmesan cheese, and probably had half a loaf of bread's worth of croutons on it.  

Kate smiled as Andrea stretched her arms above her head, exposing several inches of chubby, pale belly.  "Well, I won't be the person to defend salad, because I'm 100% in agreement- salad is disgusting."  With that, Kate scooped up the Styrofoam container of salad and relayed it straight to the trash.  "Now, I've got a new kind of pizza- we're kind of ripping off the place down the street, but it's essentially a meat lover pizza, and I think you're gonna like it."

Andrea flipped a thumbs up from the couch, as expected.  The rest of the night proceeded pretty uneventfully, other than a few sloppy kisses on Andrea's part.


Kate more or less told the whole story (omitting the kissing and her little passion speech in the middle, as well as Andrea's moment of self-awareness regarding her weight) which left Andrea with a blank look on her face.  "How in the hell do I not remember this happening?"  She uttered, before letting out a light belch.

"Well..."  Kate began hesitantly- after all, if she exposed that Andrea was super  drunk, Andrea might omit the experience as drunken fuckery, but how would she explain the lack of remembrance otherwise?  "We had a little talk right when I came home, and you were pretty aware of your surroundings, at any rate.  But, as you tend to do, you slammed most of the rum afterwards."  Andrea nodded sagely- she didn't usually get black-out drunk, but that was a baaad day.  "So, that explains that.  But you really seem to not like salads."

"Hmmm..."  Andrea uttered, looking down at her beer.  "I suppose that makes sense.  And why would I eat something I don't like?"  Kate nodded eagerly, hoping this was the moment where Andrea surrendered to glutton forever.  "But, for real.  We eat a fuckton of pizza, you have to admit."

Kate found herself nodding in agreement.  She had, unfortunately, fallen by the wayside when it came to keeping track of what was going into her face.  While nowhere near as large as Andrea, she had found herself struggling more and more with her belt until finally she had to admit that she needed to bump up a size in terms of clothes.  Her stomach had a certain jiggle to it that was completely foreign to the formerly slim girl, and her breasts had reached a point where she had obtained a very prominent bra-bulge which resulted in some shopping on the side.  However, unlike Andrea, she had not yet come to terms with the idea of being a chubby girl, and had continued to let things slide.

But one can only endure so many bed-time routines of belching and hiccuping until your stomach settles before you come to terms with the fact that you might be eating a little bit too much of pizza.  And so, while she wished for Andrea's pot belly to turn into an unrivaled mountain of fat and flab, she had to admit- the pizza thing was getting out of control.

"Well.  We have other food besides pizza.  Of course, if you'd rather go to the grocery store with me, we can figure out exactly what you want- it'll cost a fair bit more, but if you're really unhappy with pizza, that's pretty much the only solution."  Kate was, of course, banking on Andrea's incorrigible appetite- the odds were that a grocery store visit would yield no better results than pizza every night.  And if she declined, then great- more pizza for everyone.

Andrea stared at Kate for a fresh second.  Kate was waiting for the inevitable decline of her offer, followed by admitting her love of pizza forever.  However, it didn't come.  Instead, she heard:  "Well, that does sound nice.  Sure, let's go tomorrow!"


Andrea woke up in a sleepy state of mind.  She recalled beer and pizza- hell, her breath smelled like garlic and pepperoni.  Sitting up (and being aware of how her stomach now folded into two large rolls) the girl found herself stumbling to the bathroom.  Her hair was a mess, and her bra-free boobs were stretching her top to the verge of absurdity.  "Cleavage game is still on point, at least."  She muttered as she looked herself over.  If there was a shot of her boobs alone, she could easily knock half of the current top-paid super models in the world.  However, every other inch of her body was less than desirable.

Her gut inched its way out of her psuedo-tank top, to the point of exposing her belly button.  She looked herself over in the mirror for a moment- her somewhat defined facial features had faded into her chubbier neck and cheeks.  Her thighs rubbed together non-stop, her ass had torn its fair share of pants, and... Yeah.  She had gotten fat.  And yet, Kate seemed to genuinely enjoy her company.  And everything had just felt, well, very natural.  Things had progressed in a very healthy way, and while they had pretty much done nothing but holding hands, cuddling, and occasionally kissing, it felt right.

However, she wasn't oblivious to the changes on her body.  She was definitely not the slim girl she used to be, but... She just couldn't turn down food.  And it seemed like all the food in the house was absolute garbage, in terms of health benefits.  It was all pizza, and chips, and beer, and puffed cheese bites, and crackers with peanut butter in them, and pasta with cheese and butter, and... Well, it was all unhealthy.

But... She couldn't help but feeling content.  content.  It was a weird word to use, but Andrea felt more comfortable with Kate than she had, well, her entire life!  Her parents were overwhelming, her past boyfriends had been... Pieces of work, was the kindest way to describe them.  But Kate...

Kate was special.  She was sincere, she was affectionate, she was smart... It was all winning situations.  And she was, most importantly, there.  She was there for Andrea at every second that she could afford.  And, well, to be frank- she wanted Andrea around.  It was nice to be appreciated, for once.  Seeing as she wasn't in school at the moment, her parents would tear her a new one, despite the fact that she was working full time at school.  And any roommates she would have would have issues in her inherent laziness.  But Kate didn't, and Kate liked her body, and Kate supported her decisions, and Kate... Well, Kate made her feel good.  And frankly, she thought Kate was gorgeous.   If Kate was straighter than an arrow, she probably wouldn't even entertain the notion of being with her, but Kate's obvious interest in her, combined with her pretty face and gorgeous body, left Andrea in a weird position- but rather than fighting her subconscious, she gave in.  And she was happy for it.

Then, there was an aggressive knocking on the door that set her brain on fire.  


Followed by:

"Hey, Andrea, are you up?  You still wanna go to the grocery store today?"

Of course!  That's what she had forgotten.  She had pined for a grocery story visit.  "No more pizza!"  She had brazenly claimed, and when the time came, she had been forced to claim an affirmative. 

"Sure, I'll be right out!"  Andrea had shouted.  

Blush, eyeliner, mascara, etc., were all applied in a prompt fashion.  And, soon enough, Andrea found herself in Kate's car, with one of Kate's hand on the steering wheel and the other caressing Andrea's chubby thigh.

"Okay, we have $150, more or less.  We'll swing it on a basis of food you want, is that fair?"  Kate asked, sparing hot second to look over at Andrea, who nodded aggressively in the affirmative.  "Well, good.  I just want you to be happy, okay?  Feel free to... Go nuts, or whatever."  Andrea nodded again.

"No, you're being too nice.  Lemme pitch in, please?"  She half asked, half whined.

Kate's face flashed annoyance, if only for just a moment-  But Andrea noticed.  "Sure, sure.  Whatever you want, you get, Andrea.  If you wanna give me cash, give it to me- It's your call."  Andrea blanched, and Kate, of course, noticed when her perfect girlfriend let go of her hand, and let her arms fall loosely at her side.

Andrea, of course, was not one to restrain herself from speaking her mind, and she said exactly what she was thinking.  "Look, I know you're stubborn- and I know you want to take care of me, since I'm your-"  Her voice dropped several levels of volume- "Girlfriend.  But I want to pitch in, okay?  Frankly, I work more than you.  Lemme help... Please?" 

Kate, of course, was looking at the ground.  "Fine."  Was all she said.  But Andrea found herself intertwining her fingers into Kate's, and when she looked her into the face, Andrea found herself smiling- not because she wanted to, but because she was genuinely happy.

"Look, now that we're... Girlfriends..."  Andrea still struggled to utter the words out loud, but it definitely came easier every time.  "... We need to start acting like it.  And that means that you let me help out with groceries- something I should've done from the start."  Kate looked up and grinned, which Andrea took as an "OK" to continue her rant.  "And I want to make sure that you're not... Well, straining yourself, when it comes to money.  After all, my only expense is paying rent to you, and I wanna pitch in, okay?"

Kate nodded in agreement, before continuing to speak.  "Look, okay.  If you wanna help, then we'll split the bill.  Is that fair?"  Andrea nodded in agreement.  "Cool, cool.  Look, you're... You're really important to me.  If you wanna help out, you can.  But I care about you and if you can't pitch in, then, well, I'll still pay for it, an-"  Kate started, before Andrea interrupted with a quick peck on the lips.

She felt herself smile as she said, "Of course.  Look, I care about you too.  And, like I said, I have way less expenses than you.  Please let me help."

Andrea watched Kate nod in agreement, and as the two girls made their way into the store, they both found themselves smiling as they held hands.
Andrea's Roommate (Chapter 23)
This chapter is lonnnnng.

I'm operating on 2 hours of sleep so reader beware, spelling and grammar issues inbound.  I hope you still enjoy. 

Remember, only 2 more chapters left!


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Hey guys, sorry I kinda dropped off the radar.  Life's been getting me down in a lot of ways.

To get to the good news, though- I've been working on a story.  It's a one off, but it's a lot longer than anything I've ever written in one go, and when I finish it it'll probably be longer than some of my earlier chapter-based stories.  It's about a girl who goes to Russia and exposition happens and then other stuff happens.


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Once I realized it had gotten absurdly dark, I deleted it. 

It wasn't anything sexy, it was sort of a half-drunken angry revenge story that slightly revolved around weight gain but mostly was dark and unpleasant, and I decided to scrap it.

Maybe one day I'll get the guts to post something a little more thematically darker, but not any time soon, my friend.
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