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You must've really zoned out as well, because the next thing you know is Rya nudging you back to alertness. "Hey, we're at the hotel. Can you handle Blondie?"
You yawn, then stagger out of the car and open Amber's door, nudging her awake in turn.
"Ugh, what time is it?" She mumbles, rubbing her eyes and unbuckling herself.
"Same evening," You say. "We're at the hotel."
Rya rolls up behind you, "Can you walk, or should we carry you to your room?" She asks with a smirk.
Amber yawns indulgently and takes to her feet. "I'm good under my own power," she says, then hesitates for a second.
"Actually... Anon, Rya? Would... You two hang out with me for a bit?"
You and Rya exchange glances, a bit surprised by Amber's request. "Uh, sure, we can hang out," Rya says cautiously.
"Yeah, no problem," you add. "We could take a little break to digest a bit more," directed at Rya. She shrugs with a small smile.
This time, Amber leans against Rya, seemingly sinking herself into your girlfriend's chub. It's a slow journey back to Amber's room, but soon enough she unlocks the door and totters to the bed, flopping onto it. As you and Rya carefully settle onto a couch, Amber kicks off her shoes, rubbing her bloated gut and humming contentedly. "Would you guys be upset if I took off my clothes?" Amber asks quietly.
"Excuse me?" You ask in shock.
"It's not a sex thing, I promise. I won't be naked," Amber assures you.
Rya gives you a nod, somehow not especially surprised by this.
"Uh, sure, go ahead," you say. "It's uh... It's your room, so get comfy?"
Amber groaningly sits up on the side of the bed and peels off her shirt, exposing plump breasts slightly overflowing a cute pink bra. Only now can you notice a colorful tattoo under Amber's left collarbone, near her heart: an exquisitely-rendered linework butterfly, obviously new. Next, with effort and grunts, Amber slowly shimmies out of her painted-on jeans, tossing them to the side and exposing a skimpy pair of polka-dot panties. Her gut hangs over the hem, and you only now properly behold the forest of subtle stretchmarks at the base of her belly and along her hips and thighs. You swallow hard as you watch Amber strip down, feeling a mix of arousal and discomfort. Rya, on the other hand, seems unfazed by the display of nudity, her gaze drinking in Amber's expanded form.
"As much as I like showing off," Amber huffs, stroking her gut tenderly. "I'm doing this for a more accurate measurement. I need to know if I've crossed a milestone."
"What kind of milestone?" Rya asks.
"You'll see in just a sec," Amber replies. She wordlessly waddles across the room and pokes at something on the floor with her foot. You realize that it's a scale, and Amber clumsily drags the instrument to a tiled portion of the floor. You and Rya watch transfixed as Amber fiddles with the device for a second, then steps on. There is a short pause as the scale beeps to life, calculating Amber's weight. She looks at you both anxiously, her hands slightly sinking into her hips. The scale finally beeps again before announcing a weight of 246 pounds.
Amber's eyes widen as she looks at you both. Her hands start wandering over her chubby body, squeezing and jiggling rolls and bulges. She blushes and breathes heavily, then says, "I knew it. I'm twice the girl I used to be..."
You look at her, feeling a mixture of amazement and discomfort. Rya, on the other hand, seems unsurprised by this revelation, her gaze still fixed on Amber's form.
"Congrats, I guess," Rya says. "Take it from me, I know it's fun to see the number go up, but what matters is that you feel good about yourself."
Amber seems to come down a bit. "I know," she says, walking back to the bed and settling back down. "I pushed myself way too hard. I'm not about to diet, but I'm way too out of shape." She sighs heavily, as if to emphasize her unfitness, "Being fat feels amazing, and I want to be bigger, but my body needs time to adjust."
You nod in understanding, although you can't help but feel a twinge of discomfort at her words. "I can only imagine," you say. "I started out pretty strong when you hooked me on gaining, and every day I'm glad I held my ground on continuing to work out."
Amber chuckles softly, shaking her head. "It was the one thing you were always so stubborn about," she says with a mixture of amusement and admiration. She then looks at Rya, correctly anticipating your girlfriend's desire to contribute. Rya says, "I've always been fat, so my body was kinda always caught up. Plus I try to keep active – no matter how fat your ass gets, you need to move it. Exercise bikes are a godsend!"
Your ex laughs, still stroking her bloated stomach. "You're probably built like a powerlifter under your chub, Rya."
Rya blush slightly at her words, but nods in agreement. "I just like food too much to ever be skinny," she laughs bashfully.
"So..." Amber looks at the two of you. "I've got one last surprise planned for tonight."
"Yeah?"
Amber gulps heavily, takes a steadying breath, then gazes intensely at your girlfriend, "Rya... Can I kiss you?"
Your breath hitches, and you whip around to regard Rya. She doesn't seem shocked, and pats your leg. "It's ok honey, I was half-expecting this. My bi-fi has been going off all night... You have veto power, you know..."
Still stunned, you blink at Rya, surprised by her calm response. "Uh... Yeah. Yeah, go for it. I trust you," you manage to say.
Amber looks at you with manifest relief, whispering, "Thank you, Anon."
Rya heaves herself to her feet, and you give her hip an encouraging squeeze. She pats your hand, then waddles over to the bed, and delicately settles on the edge next to Amber. The bed sags under the girls' combined weight, Amber seemingly being drawn towards Rya. Your ex gasps with surprise, bracing a hand on Rya's pillowy thigh to stabilize herself. The next moment, Amber realizes that she's actually made contact, and blushes like a schoolgirl, nervously petting Rya's thick leg.
"It's ok, no rush," your girlfriend says gently to your ex. Amber's taking deep breaths, all but shaking from excitement, and you'd swear you could hear her heart pounding from where you sit. Rya lays a soft hand atop Amber's, then reaches over and caresses her cheek.
"C'mere, I won't bite," she whispers, leaning in. Amber takes one last steadying breath, then turns to gaze into Rya's eyes. She licks her lips nervously, then closes her eyes and gently opens her mouth. Rya leans in, closes her eyes, and gently smooshes against Amber's lips. Your ex immediately seems to melt, moaning deeply into Rya's mouth, and her blush blooming into her upper chest. The kiss deepens as Rya's tongue slides into Amber's mouth, tasting her sweet breath. Amber seems about ready to collapse, and Rya slides her hand around to the back of Amber's head, gently gripping her honeyed locks.
"Pull my hair," Amber whispers. Rya complies, shifting to lavish the side of Amber's face as the smaller girl exhales shakily, her body electrified. Amber takes a gasping breath, then reaches over to clutch Rya's pudgy shoulder. Her face feral with hunger, Amber rolls over, lifting a thick leg to straddle one of Rya's tree-trunk thighs. Rya lets out a surprised yelp of laughter, but doesn't protest. She reaches up to rub the back of Amber's neck, and grins, her own face turning red. "You're so feisty," she breathes. Amber gasps, her eyes wide and bright. She leans forward, pressing herself into Rya's vast gut, and captures Rya's lips in another deep kiss. Her tongue explores Rya's mouth, tasting every inch of her sweet lips and tongue.
With one hand holding the smaller woman in place, Rya peels up her shirt, and slips the waistband of her leggings under her belly hang. She then grabs one of Amber's hands, guiding it to fondle her fat. Amber whimpers happily, her fingers sinking into Rya's soft flesh. She moans into Rya's mouth, her hips grinding against Rya's thigh. "God, you're so fucking delicious," she breathes, her voice thick with desire. Amber is pressed against Rya's flab as though she's trying to merge with your blubbery girlfriend. As she desperately grabs and wobbles handfuls of Rya's gut, Rya abruptly pulls away, saying "hang on," in a strained voice. She turns her head and looses a huge belch, and before she could apologize or even really inhale, Amber has seized her chubby face and dove back in for a deep kiss, greedy tongue invading Rya's mouth. "God, you taste like the very concept of gluttony," she growls, grinding herself even more deeply against Rya's flabby thigh.
At that, Rya senses a line being crossed and makes a protesting grunt, setting her hands on Amber's thick hips and gently willing the smaller woman to be calm. "Easy there, Blondie," she chides. "Tone it down about a notch."
Amber stills her gyrations reluctantly, panting heavily. "Sorry," she whispers, her eyes dark with desire. "It's just... the way you taste, the way you feel under my hands... I can't help myself." She leans in, pressing one more soft kiss to Rya's flushed cheek. Rya turns her head and briefly traps Amber's lips, giving them a quick nibble before pulling back.
"You're a really good kisser," Rya giggles. Amber blushes deeply, seemingly unaware of her own power over others. "Thank you," she whispers, her gaze locked on Rya's face. "You're so fucking hot, Rya."
Rya smiles warmly, gazing into Amber's eyes.
You chime in, mostly to remind the girls that you're still in the room, "I've seen videos that start like this. But you two are way hotter than most actresses online..." You don't draw attention to the pillow on your lap, but you don't hide it either.
Rya looks over at you with a grin, her cheeks dimpled. "You're goddamned right. Don't you ever forget how lucky you are that you have me."
Amber looks back at you over her shoulder, giving you a sultry glance that's hard to parse. She spins back around to regard Rya and purrs, "I wanna fuck you so.... Fuck.... Fuck? FUCK!" In seconds, Amber's smoldering lust seems to have crumbled to dust. She rolls herself off of Rya and flops limply onto the bed, whining, "Waaaaaaa... I really do, I wanna fuck a girl..."
Rya seems just as confused by Amber's sudden meltdown, and tries to lighten the mood, joking, "Was I really that bad?" Amber's hands fly up to cover her face. She moans, "No, it's not that. You're amazing, and that's the problem." You see her body rise and fall with a deep breath and she explains, "Because now I have to admit to myself that I do in fact like girls."
Another deep breath. From your angle you've got an exceptionally clear look at a prodigious wet spot on Amber's panties. She holds up her hands, laughing unsteadily, "So consider this my coming out moment! Wooo! Bisexual Amber! Her life is such a mess the only people she can tell are her ex and his girlfriend! Yay, me..."
A sob wracks her supine form.
Rya looks over at you, clearly unsure how to handle the situation. "I think we should let her cool off for a bit," she suggests. "Maybe she just needs some time to process everything."
"Please don't go," Amber moans from the bed.
You get up, doing your best to wrangle your now-inappropriate erection before sitting down next to your ex, tissue box in hand. The bed groans under the nearly four figures of your trio's weight. Amber looks up at you, her eyes still a bit glassy. She sniffs, and wipes away a tear with the back of her hand. "Thanks," she says softly. "I know I'm being a bit much, but it's just... kind of overwhelming." You hand her a tissue and haul her to a sitting position. "I'm not upset that I'm bi," Amber says, holding her gut thoughtfully. "But it's like... I don't know who I am anymore, just in general."
"Amber, are you sure it was a good idea to get really fucking stoned at the start of this?" You ask, concerned and a touch annoyed.
"No," she answers, red eyes staring ahead. "But I knew it was the only way I'd be properly honest and vulnerable. And you guys deserve candor."
"Well, who you want to be?" Rya asks, shifting slightly on the soft mattress. Amber rubs her thighs nervously, hands fidgeting with her soft flesh.
"There's something I didn't tell you about that person I met. Y'know, from the Storm Cove co-op," Amber gulps.
"It's a she. Shahnaz. And she might be the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."
You raise an eyebrow but let your ex unburden herself.
"I think she's Middle Eastern. Amazing mocha-tone skin, these long elegant black braids, and oh my God, the prettiest brown eyes, almost a glowing orange somehow."
She's blushing just thinking about this woman. "And of course she's also really fucking fat, bigger than Rya, and built like an ancient fertility goddess. She has this just overwhelming vibe of coolness and niceness, and..." Amber's hand has drifted to her groin. "And while we were chatting, she touched my hand and... Sparks," she whispers.
You stare at her for a moment, wondering if she's about to have another meltdown. But right now she seems more introspective than anything else.
"I've got a coffee meetup with her tomorrow afternoon. It's not a date or a job interview, officially, but it's definitely both of those things, and I'm so fucking nervous..." Your ex exclaims, "I'm Amber fucking Castillo! Ice-cold, cutthroat business bitch, and.... I can't really say I'm that Amber anymore, can I?" She plays with a roll of chub, continuing, "I basically ate her, and Shahnaz... That supersized goddess... I'm just a timid little kitten around her, and... I like that feeling..."
Rya prepares to speak up but gets cut off by more of Amber's monologue, "I'm going to introduce myself by my middle name. Millicent, maybe Millie."
Your girlfriend finally gets a word in, "That's a cute idea. I think it'll work nicely."
Amber smiles, kneading her full belly and continuing to muse, "It's only appropriate. A new name to go with my new body, and hopefully a new job, a new city, a new life!"
"Aaahh! It's all so exciting!" She squeals. "Was this how it was supposed to feel when I went off to college?"
You can't help but smile at Amber's newfound excitement. It's clear she's going through a lot of changes, and it seems like she's trying wholeheartedly to embrace them. You pat her shoulder gently, offering your support. "Hey, I'm glad for you. I really am. Millie sounds like the girl you always wanted to be, and maybe she just needed some more space to be in the driver's seat."
Amber looks up at you with a grateful smile and hands clasped over her heart. "Thanks, Anon. I'm... I'm really trying to be better. And I know I still owe you so much more than just 'trying', but it's a start, right?"
You squeeze her shoulder, and you can't help but notice how pleasantly soft it's become. "Amber," you say evenly. "As far as I'm concerned we're square. I forgave you because somehow, I could sense that little spark of the nice, sensitive gourmand that you wanted to be. And you found the strength to be that girl."
Rya looks on with a mixture of surprise and pride. Though she was only party to the last year-ish of therapy, she's clearly pleased with how your ex has changed.
Amber's eyes well up again. "Thank you, Anon. That really means a lot." She takes a deep breath, composing herself. "Regardless of what comes from this chat tomorrow, I want to try and mend some fences here. It's gonna suck."
Rya pats Amber's other shoulder, gently saying, "I think that's a great project to embark on, but it's going to be a project," emphasizing the word. "You've processed so many feelings tonight, at least sleep on the idea before making any promises to yourself."
Amber nods in agreement, her eyes still glassy with unshed tears. "Yeah, you're right. I just need to... I don't know. I feel so much more vulnerable than I've ever been, and it's scary."
She slouches with exhaustion, and you pat her shoulder yet again, the motion starting to seem oddly trite. "Nobody ever said it was easy," you say. "Vulnerability is the risk we all have to take to make connections. Tell you what, let's try to keep the video mukbang slash video chat meals going. Every week or so?"
Rya nods in agreement, adding, "And if you ever need a voice of reason, or just another girl to talk to, I'm here for you too, Amber."
Amber smiles, her eyes crinkling with the corners. "Thank you, both of you. I really appreciate it." She yawns deeply, slumping to the side and snuggling up against Rya. Your girlfriend giggles and gently shakes a little awareness into Amber, saying, "Hey, do we need to call it a night?"
The smaller girl laughs goofily and says, "I'd offer to let you guys stay over, but the bed's not very big..."
"That's all right," you say, chuckling along with Amber's comment. "We should head out too, anyway. Sleep off all the new tonnage." You slap your still-bloated gut, and it gurgles happily. Rya nods, and you slide off the side of the bed, groaning as you straighten up. Amber holds out her hands expectantly, and you take them as she wobbles to her feet as well.
Rya is last to stand, but immediately wraps a chubby arm around Amber's waist. "C'mon, three-way hug," she says.
Amber giggles submissively as you and Rya wrap your arms around her almost-nude form, practically engulfing her in soft chub. She hums contentedly as she's embraced, mumbling, "I hope we can do this again someday..."
You hug Amber for a few more moments before gently pulling away. "I'm sure we will," you say with a smile. "Take care, Amber. It was... Good to see you."
She looks up at you, still clutched in Rya's plump arms, her face a blend of emotions. Contentment, sadness, exhaustion, and maybe a bit of hope?
Rya releases your ex and pats her back, saying, "It was nice to finally meet you in person. I'd be glad to be your guide to the fat side, anytime."
Amber manages a small laugh, shaking her head. "I'm gonna need it," she says, her voice barely above a whisper. She yawns and crumples onto the bed, murmuring happily.
"Hey," Rya interjects. "You need to drink some water."
Amber mutters something unintelligible, clearly not about to move. Instead, she curls into the sheets and strokes her belly. Rya rolls her eyes and scoffs, but waddles over to the kitchenette and fills a cup with water. She gives you a blended amused and annoyed look, holding the cup to Amber's lips. "Drink this," she orders. Amber obediently opens her mouth and drinks, gulping down the water greedily. She sighs in satisfaction and pats her belly again, savoring the renewed swollen feeling.
"Good enough," Rya chuckles and sets down the cup.
"Time to go," you say.
You bid Amber goodbye, waving as she stares up at you with bleary eyes. You and Rya make your way out of the room, pausing to lock the door behind you. As you walk down the hallway, you can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction from the evening's events.
"What a night..." you laugh, calling the elevator.
"Yup," Rya says, encapsulating so much into a single syllable.
As the elevator doors close for the quick floor change, you can't help but quip, "Man tonight was entirely too wholesome. We need to find some real unapologetic BBW feederism porn when we get home."
Rya giggles, a blush creeping up her plump cheeks. "Maybe," she says. "So long as none of the girls are blonde."
The two of you quickly look innocent as the elevator doors open. You smirkingly waddle past a frazzled husband and wife with a whiny toddler. The two of you step outside hand-in-hand, the night air finally cool and refreshing. Rya unlocks the car and you flop tiredly into your seat. "Or maybe we just go to bed like proper lazy hogs..." You laugh.
Rya chuckles, starting the car. "I'm not opposed to that," she says. "I could certainly use some good, old-fashioned cuddling." She glances at you, beckoning you with a small smile on her face. You lean over, and Rya grips your cheeks, pulling you in for a scorching open-mouth kiss. Your tongue caresses hers, and after a few long moments you pull away, gasping for air.
"You really do taste like junk food tonight," you say amusingly. "I fucking love it, and I love you, Rya."
"I love you too, Anon," she replies. "Let's go home."
It's not terribly late, and the city is still rather busy with traffic. You're not quite as tired as you initially thought, and let your thoughts wander among the mostly-familiar old roads. While grinding through a badly backed-up light, you notice Rya seems oddly tense. You stop for another red light cycle, and she turns towards you. "Anon... I... Uh... How would you feel... About maybe having a third in bed with us sometime?"
You raise an eyebrow at Rya, surprised by her question. "Well, I mean... I've always been idly curious, but... I hadn't really thought about it beyond passing fantasy," you reply honestly. Gazing into the middle distance, you think for a long moment, eventually adding, "I'm not saying no, but maybe tonight's not the best night to navigate the question, y'know?"
Rya nods in understanding, "Of course. I just... I'm sorry, I shouldn't have brought it up."
You place a comforting hand on her flabby knee. "It's okay, Rya. We've both been through a lot tonight. Let's just focus on getting home and unwinding, alright?"
Rya nods again, her cheeks reddening slightly. "Yeah, you're right. I'm sorry, I guess Amber brought out some weird feelings in me too."
"Yeah, that's what she does," you laugh, letting Rya focus as the light finally turns green.
The car ride continues in a somewhat awkward silence as you both seem to be lost in your own thoughts. As you approach the hotel, Rya breaks the silence. "Hey, Anon?"
"Yeah, Rya?"
"Thank you for today," she says softly, turning to face you. "You made this trip great even if we had to scrap our original plan."
Rya pauses at a stop sign and you lean over to plant a kiss on her jowl.
"It's because you're worth it," you say.
She just giggles happily. A few minutes later, she's parked the car, and the two of you are waddling back to the room. The door has barely latched shut before Rya is peeling off her leggings, huffing and groaning. "You okay, Rya?" You ask, concerned.
"Oh, just way too stuffed," She replies with a giggle. "But that's okay. I love the feeling."
"And I love what it does to you," you say smarmily, sliding up to your girlfriend and caressing her love handles.
She lets out a soft moan, her eyes rolling back in delight. "You really are something, Anon." She leans into you, but even that slight pressure is uncomfortable against your distended gut.
"Be gentle, or I might burst," you groan. "God, we haven't stuffed ourselves like that in ages. We really made my ex into a monster, didn't we?"
"Sounds more like your capacity is slipping," Rya giggles, caressing your jaw and throat.
"Fuck, babe, I don't want to think about food... Until breakfast at least," you chuckle back, admittedly excited by the prospect of your next stuffing session. Rya shoots you a devilish grin, her lips still half-stained with worn black lipstick. She gives your flanks a quick jiggle, then slips off for a quick bathroom break.
You groaningly slide out of your pants and finally flop onto the bed, contentment flooding your body as you can truly digest at last. Feeling a touch cheeky, you sync your phone to the TV that overlooks the bed and queue up a lengthy playlist of BBW porn. The first video stars a plus-sized redhead in a skimpy bikini at the beach. It starts off fairly tame, though her top "accidentally" slips more than a few times while she plays in the surf. Rya exits the bathroom just as the video starts to get a little spicy. "What're we watching here, loverboy?" Rya asks, her face washed clean of makeup and her body jiggling freely under a tentlike sleeping shirt.
"Just making sure we have some fuel for sweet dreams tonight," you laugh. On the screen, the plump redhead has laid down under an umbrella and is sensually being fed by the camerawoman.
"Oh, I like that," Rya giggles, crawling onto the bed and snuggling up beside you. You nudge her gently with your shoulder, and she lets out a contented sigh, settling in. Even as the video gets kinda racy (the redhead actress' bikini top is off and her tits are being grabbed by the camerawoman) neither you nor Rya is trying to get your juices flowing. In the moment, it just feels like oddly appropriate ambiance.
As cozy as you are, you aren't quite ready to sleep.
"Ugh, I gotta go freshen up," you complain. Rya detangles her arm and pats your butt, and resumes watching the plump actresses on TV. A few minutes later, your teeth are brushed and you flush the toilet, shuffling back and crawling under the covers. Rya immediately curls up against you again, barely even watching the new video. You sigh happily, content with the warmth of her soft body against yours. She snuggles closer, resting her head on your shoulder and gently playing with your chest hairs. You can feel her breathing slow down as she drifts off to sleep, her body growing heavier against yours. You try to focus on the new porn video. It's a favorite of yours, with the pink-haired model Jiggly Joy trying to eat a dozen donuts while "working" at a computer and distracted by a remote-controlled dildo inside her.
But it's hopeless. Titillating as the video may be, you're exhausted and about as cozy as possible.