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You wake up to uncomfortably bright sunlight. You groan and shut your eyes tightly against the glare for a moment. You're trying to decide if you can snooze some more when you hear a miserable groan off to your side. You carefully open your eyes and glance over to see Lena laying next to you, looking much worse for wear. Her eyes are shut tightly, and she looks exhausted and pale.
You push the blankets off of your body and sit up, stretching your stiff and achy back. Modest discomfort slowly throbs in your head. You glance to your other side and see that Val isn't there. You slowly awaken further and see that the hateful glare of the sunlight is falling on Lena's face as well. She's awake.
"Are you okay?" you ask, hoisting yourself to a sitting position and supporting your head with your hand.
"I drank too much last night," Lena says weakly.
"Do you want some water?" you ask.
"Ugh, no. I think I might throw up." Deciding to actually do something, you roll off of the bed and walk over towards the window. You pull the curtains completely shut. As the sliver of sunlight disappears from Lena's face, she seems to relax a little bit.
"There, that's better," you say, turning around and sitting back on the bed.
"Thanks," she says weakly. Just then, you hear a toilet flushing, and the sound of a faucet running. You sit and wait a few moments, and see Val exit the bathroom. She still looks tired, but seems okay. She strolls over towards the bed and squats down next to Lena.
"Good morning, sweetie. How're you feeling?" Val asks.
"Like crap," Lena says, wincing.
Val tuts and whines in sympathy. "Did you throw up?"
"No, but I still feel like garbage..."
Val winces. "I'm going to make you some tea."
"What kind?"
"The minty-slash-berry stuff we had back after Jen's pool party. It'll be a minute since I'll need to brew it fresh."
"Okay," Lena says, relaxing somewhat. "That sounds good."
Val pats Lena's thigh. "Now go back to sleep, sweetie."
"Okay. Thank you." Val gets up and goes to the closet for some clothes. You're about to get up as well when you see Lena open her eyes again.
"Anon," she says quietly, "I want to risk having some breakfast. I'm queasy but maybe some food might help."
"Anything for you, honey. What would you like?"
"I don't know..."
Lena thinks for a long moment, then requests, "Could I get some oatmeal, please?"
"Sure thing," you say, getting up and digging out a pair of boxer shorts from a drawer.
As you slip them on, Val emerges from the closet tying off the sash on a familiar short pink robe.
"I'll start the herbal tea," she says, then slips out of the room. You're about to head down to the kitchen as well but remember something.
You ask Lena, still laying on the bed with an arm over her eyes, what she would like on her oatmeal.
"Um, I don't know. I think I'd like pecans, brown sugar, and a little cinnamon, if you've got any of those things."
"Will do. Hang in there, sweetie, Val and I will get you fixed right up!" You reply.
You head downstairs to see Val stirring a pot of water. Wisps of vapor swirl up, and a blend of herbal and fruity smells meet your nose as she works.
"There's no real substitute for brew time, but Jen told me about a quicker alternative prep method," Val explains.
"I think we could all use a mug of that tea today," you say while gathering the ingredients for Lena's oatmeal.
"I think so too," Val says. "My mouth is dry as hell, and my throat feels like someone shoved a dirt ball through it."
Val yawns deeply, closing her eyes tightly, before gently shaking her head a bit and returning to watching the steaming pot.
"I'm so dumb," she mutters. "I should have had this ready to go before last night."
"It's ok," you reply while squeezing her hip. "I don't think any of us expected last night to get so wild."
"Meaning we could all do it again?" she asks with a cheeky grin.
"Yep!" you say.
Val winks at you, then adds, "I can't wait."
She pats her stomach and assumes a thoughtful expression. You smile as you see this, knowing that Val is surely fantasizing about her next huge meal, or about having a curvier body. You feel an odd bit of jealousy, but push it down.
Val reaches over and squeezes your hand. Her blue eyes sparkle mischievously as she looks you up and down. Then she leans in and gives you a long, wet, and passionate kiss. You stand there slightly stunned for a few moments after she pulls away.
Val giggles then says, "It's so cute that us girls can still have this effect on you."
"I'm going to have to remember this moment."
"Make sure you do," she says, smiling. "Lena and I can have plenty of fun with each other, but we still need attention from Anon."
You chuckle as you pour the hot water over the oatmeal. As you add the spices and some pecan chunks to the oatmeal, Val finishes up prepping the tea. She carefully dumps the steaming brew through a filter into a glass pitcher, then adds ice to three sturdy mugs. You fill a second pitcher with water and pile some other premade breakfast items onto a tray, then return to Lena in the bedroom with Val in tow.
"We got some stuff for you," you say.
Lena stirs with a groan and hefts herself to a seated position. Her haggard face brightens upon noticing the spread.
"Wow, this is awesome. Thank you so much!" Lena says, looking over the tray of food.
She eyes the strawberries and yogurt dubiously, but cautiously digs into the oatmeal. Her lips close around a spoonful of the stuff, and you feel a spark of joy as she closes her eyes and hums contentedly. She opens her eyes and beams at you, licking her lips.
"This is great," she says.
"I'm glad you like it. I really should try to cook for you and Val more frequently."
"I'd love that," she says.
You hear some liquid pouring off to the side, then you see Val handing Lena a steaming mug of the aromatic herbal tea.
"Here. This will help with your hangover and keep you hydrated. It's still pretty hot, so you may want to sip it slowly."
"Thanks, Val." Lena takes a decent sip of the tea, not pausing to enjoy the aroma. In a matter of moments she seems to have brightened up.
"Ahh....." She exhales, then continues, "I feel better already. This stuff is like magic. Jen should definitely be bottling and selling this tea; people would go nuts for a legit hangover cure."
Val is poised to take a bite out of a breakfast bar. She pauses, then thinks for a second and replies, "That's actually not a bad idea. She's probably considered it already, but we can talk to her about it."
Lena answers with a smile, then goes back to alternating nibbles of oatmeal and sips of tea. You and Val take in some breakfast and revitalizing tea as well.
"So...." Lena says, clearing her throat. "About tonight...?"
"Yeah, about tonight," you say.
"You're still ok if I'm cagey with my folks about the nature of my new relationship?" Lena asks.
"Yeah," you reply simply.
"I for one think it'd be a little weird if I met your parents so soon, so yeah, it's ok with me," Val adds.
Lena smiles, and says, "Thanks. And you're still ok with eventually seeing my parents? And with backing me up whenever I come out as bisexual and poly?"
"Of course I am. I'm here to support you, and I'm not going to judge you or think less of you for what you are. I'm proud of you, and you can take as long as you need to prepare yourself," you answer.
"And you definitely KNOW I am," Val says.
"Thanks," Lena says, smiling brightly. "I appreciate it." She puts down her spoon, and looks between you and Val with misty eyes.
"You guys are the best," she says, trying not to get choked up. "I don't think I could do this alone. And instead of finding one nice person to be with, I'm suddenly dating two of my best friends... I know how fast everything is moving and I worry that I'm imposing but you keep dropping everything to spoil me and I just... I just..."
She breaks down into tears, and before you know it, she's sobbing and you two are sitting there, breakfast unfinished, in a flurry of emotions. Val reaches Lena first, snaking up the bed and wrapping her long arms around the smaller redhead. She kisses her forehead, and Lena whispers something in her ear.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. We don't have to do this if you don't want to," Lena sobs.
You needed an extra moment to put your food aside safely, and by now you've managed to wrap your arms around Lena and nestle close to you too.
"We want to do this. We promise," you say.
Val grunts in assent.
Lena manages to compose herself, but her face is still wet with tears. She sniffs deeply, then dabs her nose with a nearby napkin before answering.
"Why am I so anxious about this?“She asks herself. "I keep telling myself that things will be ok, but there's that voice of doubt that I just can't quiet..."
"Well, you've only really been out for a couple of months, and there's a lot to adjust to," Val says. "I was torn between being wildly horny and really neurotic for a while after I first figured out I liked girls."
"I literally can't imagine you being neurotic at all, Val," Lena says with a chuckle.
"Well...." Val laughs. "Anon, do you remember when I came clean and told you about that Darkwylde lingerie photoshoot?“
"How could I forget?" You reply with a laugh of your own. "I also remember that you were on a kick of ogling some chubby waitresses during our first few dates."
"I was," Val admits, her face turning red. "But that's not really the point!"
Val furrows her brow at you and you stammer a quick apology. She accepts it but her blush doesn't go away.
"I was debating with myself for a while how and when I'd tell you that I liked fat girls," Val explains. "I know it didn't really look like it, but I was insanely nervous before telling you that one time in the diner. I practically wanted to claw out of my own skin!"
"Really?" You ask, genuinely surprised.
"Mhm," Val nods. "Even though I knew you'd be ok with it, it still felt like such a terrifying thing to admit out loud..."
"You know I'd never have been mad if you'd tried," You say.
"Well I know that now, but I just... I didn't want to mess anything up," Val says.
She swings her gaze back at Lena and continues, "Lena, the point is, what you're feeling is one hundred percent natural and normal. You've gotta be brave, but Anon and I will be there for you."
"I know, I know," Lena says, squeezing Val close. "We'll be there for each other."
"You bet," Val nods.
Lena's other arm draws tight around back. Feeling a little goofy, you gently place your palm on Lena's head. You say with a fake dramatic voice, "Lena! Take my power!“
You figure she'd find an anime reference amusing. She does. Lena laughs, before grinning widely. Val joins in too, placing her hand on Lena's head and pretending like she's sending energy into the smaller girl.
"Yeah, yeah! that feels good," Lena says.
She balls her fists and looses a melodramatic growl, acting as though she's focusing some kind of magic powers.
"I can feel it!" She grunts, trying not to laugh, "My ability to appreciate fat chicks has more than doubled!"
"I can feel it too!" Val nods, some snickers breaking loose.
You all laugh and Val squeezes Lena again.
"Ahh.... With your power and Anon's, I have broken through. No longer a simple bi chick, I am now a... super bi!? And I am beyond shame!" Lena says, before breaking into an uncontrolled giggle fit.
"I'm sorry, I can't help it!" Val and you laugh along with her, before she sobers up and nods.
"God, we are a bunch of dorks," Lena chuckles. "Thanks, you two. I'm not so worried about tonight now. So long as I'm with the both of you, I couldn't care less what happens."
You lean in and give her a quick kiss on the cheek. Val does too, then the three of you separate a bit and resume your breakfast, finishing up in comfortable silence. Judging by how thoroughly Lena packed away her oatmeal, her sour stomach must have definitely settled down.
Eventually all the goodies that you and Val brought up for breakfast are gone, naturally with the lion's share having gone to the girls. Importantly, the pitchers of water and tea were drained as well. Lena takes a quick bathroom break, then snuggles back into her blankets. In no time she's dozing off again, hands resting on her gently bulging stomach. Val lies back in her blankets and closes her eyes.
"I'm going to snooze a bit too," Val says, "I'm still tired."
You gently stroke her hair, then let Val sink into the pillows and get comfy. You nestle between your girlfriends as delicately as you can - you don't do a great job, but you manage not to wake Lena. You feel happy and contented. This is the life, you think to yourself. You reach across Val with a smile on your face and retrieve your phone. You spend the next hour or so playing games and reading articles, just enjoying the presence of your girlfriends.
Eventually Val wakes up, stretches, and rolls over to embrace you. You return the gesture and lay with her for a few minutes before she abruptly stirs, sits up and gets out of the bed.
"I'm going to take a quick shower," she says cheerfully, "Want to come with me?"
Before you can reply, you notice that Val's gaze is actually over your shoulder. You turn and see Lena looking at Val with an excited, pleading expression. She's clearly hoping that she'll get to join you two in the shower.
Val shifts her gaze between you and Lena, clearly stalling to formulate a response. Thinking quickly, you say, "The shower's pretty spacious but I don't think it'll fit all three of us. Lena, how about you and Val have some fun getting clean together? I'm ok showering on my own."
You can almost hear Val's wheels turning as she considers how to respond. "I... Yeah, that sounds like a good idea," she finally says, warming up to the idea.
As the two girls heave themselves from the bed and start gathering their things, you say, "Tell ya what, the next place we live, I'll make sure it's got a roomy shower that will fit at least three sexy plus-sized folks."
Lena laughs and nudges Val in the ribs.
"That sounds like a plan!" Val replies.
The girls make their way to the bathroom. Lena enters first, and you hear the shower start. Val follows, then turns back to shoot you a sultry wink from the doorway before closing the door. You smile and lean back against the headboard. You half-read some bullshit news stories on your phone, but you're immediately distracted when you hear some giggles and moans over the running water. You put your phone down and listen for a few minutes as the girls enjoy themselves. Occasionally you hear some words of admiration like, "your skin is so soft" or "I love how it jiggles, it's so sexy!"
You grin to yourself and the mingled sounds of the warm water and the girls' explorations lull you into something of a fugue state.
You snap back to awareness a few minutes later when the door opens and Lena steps out. Her auburn hair clings to her face in damp strands, and her skin is pink from the hot water. You can't help but notice her makeup is gone, giving her face a plainer appearance, but she still looks sexy as hell.
"Listening in?" Lena teases as she steps toward the bed, her hips swaying. It is at this point that you become aware of your massive erection, shamelessly tenting your boxer shorts.
"I guess the walls are kinda thin," you say, not bothering to feign disinterest.
"Oh, how lovely," she replies, climbing into the bed.
Val appears in the doorway next. You catch a glimpse of her naked body, then a moment later she's wrapped a towel around herself and approaches the bed too. You turn towards Lena and say, "You don't need to say anything. All I need to know is that you had fun."
"Oh, I had a marvelous time," Lena says, putting her hand on your thigh.
The bed creaks a little as Val sits on the other side. Lena's hand reaches up and gently grabs your hair, pulling you into a kiss. She giggles and breaks from the kiss, then looks you in the eyes. A moment passes and you savor the fresh, flowery aroma of the soaps and shampoo that Lena just used. She giggles and ruffles your hair, then says, "You need to shower up too. You're a little smelly, you dirty boy."
You snicker and stand up. "I'll be right back."
You start the shower back up and hop in. Despite scrubbing and rinsing yourself fairly quickly, the hot water begins to run low towards the end, so you're not quite as steamy and refreshed as you would have liked.
As you turn off the water and start toweling off, you hear Val and Lena giggling and cooing on the other side of the door again. You crack a smile, then open the door to find a naked Lena laying on the bed with her plump rear in the air. Val is still naked as well, rubbing lotion into Lena's creamy skin, and playing with Lena's chub at every opportunity. You stand there for a moment, dripping wet, in awe of the scene before you.
"What do you think?" Val asks, glancing over at you with a coy smile.
"I think that you could use a little help," you reply with a coy smile of your own.
"I think you might be right," Val purrs, reaching for the lotion bottle. You drop your towel, and sit on the bed next to Lena, who gently squirms in anticipation. Val puts a generous dollop of lotion in your hand, and you start rubbing it into Lena's plush hip, while Val attends to Lena's other side.
"Mmm... That feels so good," Lena sighs, her voice muffled by the pillows.
"And it smells even better," you agree, savoring the smooth cream on your hands and the feeling of her slicked skin.
You and Val quickly rub lotion into all of Lena's back half. She then rolls over and bites her lip, ready to receive the lotion on her front. Val puts a generous dollop of lotion on Lena's stomach and each of her thighs. Lena moans appreciatively as Val rubs her creamy skin with the lotion. You smile, and get to work as well. You focus on Lena's legs, while Val gets the privilege of massaging Lena's tummy and chest. You efficiently yet sensually work your way down Lena's chubby leg, adding some extra lotion to cover her shin and foot. She reacts decidedly appreciatively as you rub the lotion into her foot. You smile, and file this away as another method to pamper Lena. In your opinion, fat women deserve to be pampered.
"Mmm... Do you want some more?" you ask, running your hand up and down Lena's leg.
"Mmm, please."
In what seems like a flash, you've worked your way down Lena's other leg, again spending time rubbing the tension out of her foot. By the time you're satisfied with your work, Val has almost finished with the rest of Lena, massaging some lotion into Lena's forearm. You join up with Val anyways, and your hands meet at Lena's relaxed hand. Both of you rub the lotion in, then spend a long moment in a tender three-way hand hold.
You release a deep breath, and give a squeeze to Val's hand and Lena's beneath it. Your fingers linger there, before eventually letting go.
"Thank you, Val, Anon. That was wonderful." Lena coos.
Val tenderly pats Lena's shoulder and says, "Glad you liked it. We gotta take care of our skin, since we're just gonna get thicker and sexier, right?"
Lena grins, and nods. "Hell yeah."
Val turns back to you, and with a smile, she asks, "You ok with helping us lotion up on the regular, Anon?"
You nod eagerly, and she turns back to Lena, who's already pulled herself into a sitting position.
"Good, because it's my turn," Val says with a giggle. She then lays down on the bed face-first, wiggling her firm, muscular rump enticingly.
"Oohhh... You're so fit, Val. God, I still can't get over it," Lena coos, shifting to a better sitting position. She then pats Val's butt and traces a muscle bundle to the small of her back, "I know I like chubby girls, but there's something about all this that's just.... Mesmerizing..." Lena continues.
"I know what you mean," you reply, running a hand along Val's corded thigh.
"I can't help but notice there's no lotion coming down," Val says with a smile.
You and Lena scramble to apply dollops of lotion to Val's body, and she chuckles. "I also didn't say you could stop with the compliments."
You and Lena stare at each other for a moment in panic.
"Sorry," Lena squeaks.
"No need to be sorry, darling. I'm just giving you a hard time. The lotion feels so good, I honestly don't care that much..."
You again take up the legs, working lotion into Val's skin and rubbing the muscles beneath. As Lena works her way up Val's back, Val says between breathy hums, "I'm not mad, but you DO remember that I'm trying to get fat, right, Lena?"
"I remember. Did I say something to hurt your feelings?" Lena asks timidly, working the lotion into Val's upper back.
"No. It's just that I've still got kinda complex feelings about having a really muscular body. I'm literally a mutant, and people can't help but notice, y'know?" Val says, still face-down on the bed.
"You're beautiful," Lena says earnestly, working lotion into Val's arms. "Everyone who knows you thinks you're a knockout!"
"Mmm, thanks babe," Val purrs, then shudders with relaxation as you rub some lotion into her foot. Once she's regained her senses, Val continues, "I should be more careful. I can't get so wrapped up in imagining the chubby body I want that I forget to appreciate the fit body I have for now."
You and Lena both make noises of agreement, and you both resume your ministrations. After a few minutes, Val turns over on her back, and you start working lotion into her stomach.
Val chuckles, "Besides, it looks like no matter how much fat I might pile on top of them, those muscles aren't going anywhere!"
Lena looks up from working on Val's thigh to ask, "Really?"
Val replies with a nod and an "mhm," then explains, "Right, Anon knows all the gory details but I guess we haven't really brought you up to speed yet. Basically, Dr. Rohaz thinks that my mutant genotype should keep me fit and healthy no matter how much weight I might gain."
Lena resumes massaging Val's leg and says with a grin, "Man, I'm jealous. Just when I thought you couldn't get more perfect. And you're sure it'll work like that?"
Val makes a thoughtful hum and says, "Probably. Hopefully. I certainly intend to find out, but I should be able to turn things back easily enough if she turns out to be wrong."
"Well, we won't know anything until you try it, will we?" Lena says.
"Maybe," Val shrugs, then grins. "Maybe not. I'm too curious."
Val's next words catch in her throat as you rub lotion into her breasts. Once you move on, her voice stays in a husky purr and she says, "Then again, I think I love stuffing my belly so much that curiosity doesn't really factor in..."
You and Lena laugh, and go in to kiss either side of Val's face. You sneak a pat at Val's stomach, trying to imagine how a layer of fat will feel there. If it's anything like the pudge around Lena's middle, it'll be amazing. You and Lena start wrapping up, again working down Val's arms and finishing at her hands.
Once done, you and Lena bring Val's hands together and clasp them between your fingers. The air is thick with the lotion's heady aroma of coconut and almond. Val's eyes are heavy-lidded and she seems completely at ease. You give the tangle of hands one last squeeze, then let them go. Lena pulls away and lays back herself, waiting for her own lotion to dry and set. Lena's gaze settles on your face and her lips part, as if she's about to speak. Then she just shrugs and smiles. She's beautiful.
You shuffle over to the bathroom sink and cleanse your hands of any excess lotion. You then go back to sit on the bed and make smalltalk with the girls until their lotion dries. Once it does, they get up in turn to towel off the excess. You pull on some boxer shorts and a shirt, and Val re-wears that one pink house robe. Lena asks to borrow a robe, and after a bit of rummaging, Val emerges from her closet with an apologetic expression and a house robe. The robe has pink and white roses on fluffy black fabric, and it is actually quite classy. Val hands it haltingly to Lena, who accepts it gratefully.
It is when Lena dons the robe that she realizes the source of Val's unease. The robe is a bit too small for Lena, especially around her hips. Lena's butt is barely covered by the garment with the help of repeated tugs at the hem, but the slightest movement reveals her ass.
"It's cute," you say, trying to be supportive.
Val is uncharacteristically embarrassed and stammers, "I'm sorry, that's the longest one I could find, I thought for sure it'd be ok."
Lena gives you a wink and a smile, then does the same towards Val.
"You know what, I think it's fine for around the house. Just try not to get too distracted, ok?" Lena says with a giggle.
You just grin and say, "Good God, I have the most adorable girlfriends ever."
Lena giggles and slaps you on the shoulder, then reaches up to give you a kiss.
"C'mon Anon," she says. "I'm actually getting a little hungry. Shall we go sort out lunch?"
She exits the room with Val trailing behind. You lie down on the bed and stare at the ceiling for a moment. It's going to be the best kind of long day. You then rise from the bed and head for the kitchen.
After a bit of back and forth, you offer to make some grilled sandwiches for the girls. You are forced to improvise since Val doesn't have a sandwich press, but you're pretty happy with the results nonetheless. You found some leftover roast beef in the fridge, and along with plenty of cheese and some fancy bread, you're able to scrape together some more-than-passable melts. At their request, you stack Val's and Lena's sandwiches high.
The looks of admiration and and appreciation the girls wear as they eat make you feel incredibly good. Once the sandwiches are gone, the three of you move to the living room. The girls bring some chips and veggies as snacks, and the three of you proceed to while away the afternoon with some video games. You don't particularly feel like talking, so you just enjoy the companionship of the girls. The afternoon slides by fairly quickly, as the three of you really dig into your favored co-op dungeon crawler and grind out some sidequests and new character equipment.
Around six, the sun is beginning to near the horizon, tinging the sky orange. An alarm on Lena's phone goes off. She acknowledges it with a rueful sigh and says, "Well, guess I did make a prior arrangement."
You and Val nod assent. The three of you save your progress, then turn off the console and follow as Lena makes herself more presentable. She quickly throws on some light makeup, and you start looking through your own outfit options. Despite practically living with Val, you haven't moved a lot of clothes over, so you're mostly stuck with casual options. As you're deciding which t-shirt and sweatpants makes you look least like a slob, you hear a grunt from Lena.
"What's wrong?" you ask, pausing to glance over at her.
You turn just in time to see Lena finish sliding into a pair of black panties. They're visibly quite tight, and the satiny fabric can't quite cover all of Lena's plump ass. Her eyes are wide and her breathing heavy, and she mutters something about "taking them out" and "feeling good." Her face is flushed, and she gives you a sheepish grin.
"Well," she starts. "Guess I shouldn't be surprised. I'm basically just eating and sleeping in my free time, no wonder my clothes are getting tighter..."
Lena's blush deepens as she speaks, and she looks down at her soft body.
"I mean, I'm not saying I hate it. I'm not saying I'm like... I'm just..."
You step forward and put a hand on her shoulder. You lean in and say, "You look great. You don't need to worry so much, babe."
You give her a quick kiss on the cheek, then move to help her pick out an outfit.
"Well, actually, I do need to worry," she says. "I really do like the way I look with a little extra weight, but I am gonna need some new clothes soon if we keep this up."
She looks back at you and asks, "We do want to keep this up, right?"
"Keep what up?"
"The massive meals and erotic threeway feeding sessions?"
You grin and say, "Oh! Of course. I mean, unless -"
Lena quiets you by placing her hand over your mouth.
"I knew you'd be on board, but I wanted to hear you say it," she explains.
"You already know I'm all in on the indulgence," the two of you turn and see Val emerging from her closet. She's wearing a pair of dark high-waisted capri tights and a green t-shirt with a faux tie-dye pattern. She smiles at the sight of a nearly nude Lena and you minus a shirt, then her eyes dart over to Lena.
"Now what's this about needing new clothes?" Val asks.
Lena blushes and fidgets with the band of her panties. "You're making me fat, Val!" She giggles. "This is serious!"
Val raises an eyebrow and looks down at Lena's burgeoning body. "Well, if you need new clothes, then that sounds like a great excuse for a shopping trip!" She says, winking.
"We'll spare Anon, it'll just be the two of us, it'll be great!"
"You're serious?" Lena asks.
"Absolutely."
Lena makes a show of considering the offer, trying not to smile. As her feigned consideration stretches into a few long seconds, Val cuts in, "Lemme sweeten the deal. I'll pay for whatever you pick out. It only seems right since I am indeed sort of the reason you're getting bigger."
"You don't have to do that," Lena says.
"I know, but I wanna. I've got cash to spare, and what's the point of having money if you don't do nice things for people you care about?"
"I guess," she says, smiling shyly.
"C'mon, it'll be fun. Besides, you're my girlfriend too, so that means I get to treat you as well," Val nods, smiling warmly.
"I guess it's settled. Thanks, Val, you really are way too good to me."
Lena wraps her arms around Val's waist and presses her face into Val's chest. Val wraps her arms around Lena, then pulls you in as well. The three of you exchange kisses, then Val releases you and Lena.
"Ok, I'm about ready to go. Take all the time you need Lena, and I'll ferry you back to your car."
"Aye aye, captain," Lena says, giving Val a quick peck on the cheek and patting her on the butt.
Val grins, then turns to leave the room. You and Lena then nod at each other and focus in on selecting apparel. You help Lena pick out a cute outfit out of the limited options from her overnight bag: a pleated gray skirt with galaxy-patterned leggings underneath, plus a purple tanktop.
"Ok, let's do this," she says, pulling on her skirt.
You take a moment to admire her, appreciating the way the pleated skirt hugs her curves in all the right places. Lena catches you looking, and she shoots you a grin and gives her butt a playful shake. You chuckle, then place your hands on her hips and give one of her cheeks a firm smack.
"Ow, stop," she complains, but can't help but giggle. She turns to face you.
"I'll be in the mood for that later, but it's probably better if I'm not full of horny thoughts while I'm with my parents," she explains.
You nod in agreement, then lead her to the door. Val meets the two of you at her front door. You give Lena a quick goodbye kiss, then your two girlfriends slip out the front door, leaving you alone.
You sigh and smile to yourself. Juggling two girlfriends is already proving to be a lot of work, but you're finding it insanely rewarding. You pass through the foyer-kitchen area, walk through the cozy living room, and open a sliding glass door.
The concrete patio is cold on your bare feet, and despite the afternoon sun's glare, the air holds a bit of a chill. You take a few slow breaths of the fresh air, then go back inside. You sit down on the couch and flip through the channels, searching for something to watch.
You land on a cooking show, and you find yourself quickly captivated by the host's enthusiasm and passion for food. The celebrity chef, a round Chinese chef going by the nickname "Master Huang," is dishing up a plate of perfectly cooked and seasoned dumplings. As the TV chef both works and prattles on, you decide to do a little research on your phone. You find a number of relevant recipes, including the aromatic and savory Sichuan-style dumplings on the show. You file away the recipe for later, thinking that a big batch of homemade dumplings could be a great surprise for the girls. As you sit on the couch, lost in thought, you hear a knock on the door.
You quietly pad towards the front door and take a look through the peephole. You see a sturdy-looking man in a crisp buttoned shirt standing on the doorstep, holding some kind of folio. He looks familiar, but you can't quite place him. You slightly open the door and address the man.
"May I help you?" You ask in a blandly polite, solicitous tone.
The man hesitates for a moment before responding, even going so far as to flip open his folio and apparently check something on a tablet.
"Is this the residence of Valentine Sojka?" He asks.
"Yes," you reply cautiously. "Though she's not available at the moment. Perhaps I could take a message?"
It's only at this moment that you notice the man's name badge. It identifies him as one Jack Marsden, an employee of Val's ISP.
"Sorry, where are my manners?" Jack sputters, then introduces himself properly, though he doesn't offer you his hand.
"I'm here from Netcom because we'd noticed some odd network outages in the area," he explains. "We're investigating and we need your help. Can you spare a few minutes to talk?" You nod along, politely hearing the technician out.
"I'm not actually here all that much," you lie. "I can have Val reach back out to you guys if that'd be helpful."
Jack nods, seeming satisfied with your response. He digs around in his folio and hands you a sheet of paper. A brief scan suggests it's a letter more deeply explaining the situation Jack's investigating, plus a sales pitch for upgraded services.
"Well good luck figuring out your situation," you offer with a chuckle.
Jack cracks a smile but doesn't laugh. "Well, thanks, and have a nice evening."
You close the door and move to return to the couch. You hear a muffled knocking coming from further away, doubtless the technician proceeding down the hall for his investigation. You flop onto the couch, slightly troubled. You know you did the right thing by trying to cover what is certainly Witness' activity, but you can't help but be concerned that the AI is leaving traces. You sigh, realizing that your ability to help the AI is limited, and that you're probably better off letting it handle its own affairs.
You turn your attention back to the TV chef, who is now discussing various aspects to look out for when selecting some fresh ingredients. The worry slowly drains from your body, and right about as the episode wraps up, you hear the front door lock being worked. You sit up quickly, realizing that Val is home. You quickly make your way to the kitchen to greet her. As you enter the kitchen, you see Val standing at the counter, her arms crossed in front of her. She looks up at you with a grin, her eyes sparkling with excitement. She says, "I don't know about you, but I'm very ready for dinner."
Val moves to the fridge and opens it up, looking over its contents.
She declares, "Tonight, I'm thinking about cleaning out all the leftovers. By storing them in my tummy." Val grins mischievously as she pats her stomach, "I know you love it when I let myself go." You walk up to Val and pet her stomach.
You say, "And how. I still can't believe how lucky I am that I found you. And Lena now too!"
Val grins and leans into your touch, her body radiating with warmth and energy. "You and her are the best things that've ever happened to me," she says, her eyes sparkling with happiness. You feel a bubbly rumble ripple from Val's guts under your hand.
"You must really be famished, big girl," you laugh.
You turn away from her to peek into the fridge; as usual it's pretty well packed with ingredients, sauces, and boxed leftover meals.
Head still in the fridge, you say, "There's a lot in here, even for a powerful piggy like you," you tease.
Val chuckles and leans in closer, her eyes fixed on the contents of the fridge. "You know me, I love a challenge, and I love leaping without looking," she says with a grin. Val reaches past you and extracts a styrofoam box, loaded with pasta if you remember right. Right after she dumps out the congealed noodles onto a plate and spins up the microwave, the evening becomes a blur.
Some impressions you can recall are: a vulgar pile of emptied takeout containers, Val's greedy stomach taut and gravid with food, and her laying on the couch helplessly glutted but still begging for more. All told, she managed to choke down about four normal-person meals' worth of morsels and snacks. After wrestling her out of her now too-tight leggings and bra, you manage to force an additional four decadent fudge cream cupcakes down her throat. It's halfway through the fifth cupcake when Val's body hits its limit.
She bats your hand away and gags, her face flashing with pain as her overloaded gut briefly spasms. Val squeezes her eyes shut, groans, puffs out her cheeks briefly, and makes several rough swallows before laying back heavily on the cushions. You can see the sweat on her forehead and the heaving of her stomach, which resembles the size and stiffness of a bowling ball. She looks up at you with a mix of pain and exhilaration. "I think I need to rest a bit," she says, her eyes glazed over with pleasure. You nod in agreement, still chuckling at the sight of her overfilled stomach. "I'm a fucking freak," she moans. "But it feels so good..."
"You're my freak, baby," you coo, gently kissing Val on the lips.
"And I'll never judge you for enjoying yourself," you add, kissing your way down Val's trunk and gently tonguing her distended belly. Val's eyes close in pleasure as you continue your ministrations, her body writhing with each movement. She moans softly, her breathing heavy and ragged. She clumsily grabs at your hair and gently pulls you away.
"That feels good," she breathes, "But I'm not up for anything else right now. I'm such an overstuffed lump that I don't even want to get up from the couch."
You nod understandingly, "Of course, baby. You take all the time you need."
"Thank you Anon," she rasps. "I love you so much, you know that?"
"I love you too Val, and I can do you one better," you reply. You don't wait for Val to reply before whirling upstairs. You fetch Val's favorite blanket off of the bed, and dig out the vial of THC extract from her nightstand. You return to the living room, and immediately drape the blanket over Val's supine form. She stirs slightly, lazily looking at you with adoration. You hold up the vial and give it a small shake, and Val immediately closes her eyes and holds out her tongue expectantly. You dole out an oversized count of drops, knowing that Val will need the help to relax and digest. As the drops hit her tongue, Val's eyes flutter shut and she lets out a contented sigh. Her body relaxes under the blanket, and in a few minutes her breathing becomes slow and even. She even begins to snore slightly and drool, which you find a touch amusing.
You finally dig out your phone and see a couple messages from Lena. She reports that dinner with her parents went well, she managed not to spill any juicy details about her new life developments, and that she's winding down the evening with an indulgent quantity of ice cream. You smile to yourself, still glad that Lena is enjoying herself and taking her added weight in stride.
You text back your appreciation of her check-in, and in turn report on Val's latest gluttonous escapade.
Lena replied with a cluster of flustered and jealous emojis, and wishes she could have been part of it. You remind her that the three of you will have plenty of occasions to stuff each other silly and fuck like rabbits, which she seems more than contented by. As you send the message, Val stirs once again and lets out a contented sigh. She reaches for your hand and squeezes it tightly, still dozing off. You find yourself yawning, despite the evening being rather young and your day having been quite lazy.
You decide to call it. You text Lena goodnight, roughly bag up the detritus from dinner, and help yourself to a few drops of the THC extract. You swallow, feeling the warming trail of the oil extract as it goes down your throat. Val hasn't moved an inch, still happily dozing away with a bulging gut. You notice the remainder of the cupcakes you tried to feed her earlier - there's the half morsel upon which she hit her limit, plus one final pristine cupcake in the plastic container. It hasn't been long enough for the drops to take effect, plus your own portion of the leftovers was plenty satisfying, but you decide it'd be a shame to waste such great desserts.
Before you know it you've inhaled both of them, wiping chocolate from your face and sucking vanilla-tinged creme from between your teeth. You feel a rush of warmth spreading through your body, and you feel a persistent temptation to indulge some more.
You shake off the urge. This time. You'd always known in the back of your head that appetites tend to be contagious, and what's more, Val and Lena make gluttony look awfully appealing. You drink a glass of water and think. You've managed not to blow up so far, but it's only going to get harder to stay fit as your lady friends continue to indulge and expand. As you brush your teeth, you dismiss the thought for tonight - tomorrow's problems are for tomorrow's you. You nestle into Val's bed, alone under the covers for the first time in a while, and despite your solitude, you doze off fairly quickly.
You aren't surprised that Val woke up the next morning a little strung out but still ravenous. A minor pleasant surprise was being able to assemble the full ladyfriend brunch posse - Lena, Zoe, Vicky, and Jen all even met you and Val at the diner spot on at 10 o'clock.
What you were unpleasantly surprised by was a temporary closure of the Young Street Diner thanks to an electrical outage. After Lena, Zoe, and Val collectively determine that today's incident doesn't constitute a broken streak, the smartphones came out and discussion over alternate brunch locations began. After some back-and-forth, the group settled for a nearby National Waffle Den franchise. Though the prices were competitive with the old diner, the food just plain wasn't as good, though it was still plenty satisfying, and the girls (save Jen) all left the table waddling and smiling.
The next two-ish weeks see you and Val trying to establish a sharing routine with Lena. You and Val hang out and do stuff together until Lena gets off work, then you and Val trade off evenings one-on-one with Lena. It's a little awkward, but it seems to be working well enough, and the three of you are basically welded together during the weekends.
During this time, you feel comfortable enough to voice your concerns to Val about your possibly slipping fitness. She agrees to effectively become your personal trainer, cranking up the difficulty of the weekday home workouts and weaving in some cardio. She's a brutal taskmistress, but you have an easier time with a routine when she's cracking the proverbial whip and when she's working out next to you. All the same, you're persistently sore and worn out, if awash in endorphins.
Come the evenings though, it's a completely different story for Val. You'd think a different personality were at the wheel for how greedily she pigs out and how sedentary she becomes. You and Lena certainly don't mind, and Lena is getting more than her share of indulgence as well.
It isn't long before Val and Lena go on the promised shopping trip, and Lena returns showing off a collection of upsized stretch pants and loose T-shirts. She's coy about her number on the scale, but it's obvious that it's going up, and quickly. Though it's more subtle for Val thanks to her much larger frame, it's becoming obvious that she's expanding too. Her older clothes are visibly tight, especially around her waist and hips, and the definition on her limbs is slowly fading.
Val can't help but be over the moon at finally having some softer curves, and she actively delights in teasing you by withholding her latest weight measurements. You can tell that she's enjoying her new body, and that's more than fine with you. Val's journey hit an inflection point one Friday evening, a few weeks after folding Lena into the relationship.
The three of you were out for burgers at the Grilled Cow.
You take a seat at a booth, enjoying the ambiance of the restaurant. It's actually fairly busy - the clientele is mostly local college kids grabbing a bite, mixed with a few townies, and the drone of conversation completes with with some trendy rock music piped in through the speakers. Val is sitting across from you, her face lit up with excitement as she takes in the scene around her. As Lena slides into the booth next to the taller woman, Val grins at you and says, "I am so hyped to be pigging the fuck out tonight!"
You take a sip of your iced tea and grin back at Val before answering, "You've been pigging the fuck out since we started dating. What's different about tonight?" Val chuckles and takes a deep breath. You briefly muse that she must already be a little uncomfortable - Val almost couldn't get her shorts zipped and buttoned while getting dressed, and her waist visibly bulges over the sides.
Val glances at Lena and then back to you, smiling wryly, "All I'm going to say is 'milestone'." You chuckle and take another sip of your tea, knowing better than to pry. As you look around the restaurant, you notice a group of college-age girls eyeing Val and Lena with interest.
One of them stands up from her seat and walks over to the group, seemingly curious. Lena watches her approach with a mischievous glint in her eye, and you can tell that she's enjoying the attention. The lady who's approached the table has a loose black bun, jeans and a T-shirt, and seems a little unsteady on her feet. You glance at her compatriots back at the table and the other girls look mortified.
The black-haired woman braces a hand on the table and opens her mouth. "Heyyyyy. So this is a little random and you guys can tell me to fuck off if I'm being annoying but like, I couldn't help but notice your whole.... Vibe," she slurs, waving her free hand around to indicate your group.
One of the girls back at the table, with long rainbow-dyed hair, hisses at the interloper, "Kelsey, get back here!"
Val is snickering behind a hand, trying not to laugh out loud. You're still processing the brazen intrusion, so Lena winds up being the quickest-witted one at the table.
Lena turns and looks towards Kelsey with a small noncommittal grin, "I'm not sure I get what you mean."
Kelsey generally seems unfazed. She smiles stupidly and leans towards Val.
"Like, I love you hair," she says then waves a finger drunkenly towards Lena, "Your makeup is like, fucking gorgeous," and finally swings her finger towards you, nearly clipping your nose, "And you're like, really cute."
You can feel the tension in the air as the girls at both tables start to giggle and snicker. Your cheeks warm and you're about to tell off this drunken nuisance, but Kelsey just talks over whatever you were about to say.
She asks with a rather annoying rising lilt, "You guys, you'd like, be perfect for Greek life. Are you gonna rush next semester?"
You finally get a word in.
"Kelsey, is it?" You start, hoping you sound even and mature. "We're flattered by your compliments and frankly flattered that you think we're freshman-aged. However, the truth is that we've actually been finished with college for years."
Kelsey's face falls at your words, and she looks around the table with a hint of desperation. "Oh. Really? I-I just wanted to be friendly," she stammers, still looking at you. At that, a flannel-clad waiter shows up at your table, anxious to drop off your group's burger orders. One of Kelsey's more reasonable friends, a short busty brunette, finally intervenes.
"C'mon, Kels. Let's get some food in you and take it easy," the brunette says patronizingly, maneuvering her friend away from your table. The brunette looks back and silently mouths "I'm so sorry" before sitting back down. Kelsey looks like she might cry, but instead she slinks back into her seat, her head down. Her friends nudge a plate of fries and a drink cup her way, and as Kelsey picks at the food, the waiter finally drops off the orders for your table with an amused smile.
It's easy to push the annoying coed from your mind as you refocus on your imminent meal. Your cheeseburger isn't exactly a healthy meal by any stretch, but it's a fair shake more reasonable than the gut-busting greasebombs that Val and Lena have in front of them. As you take a bite, you can feel the satisfying crunch of the lettuce and the thick, soft cheese melding with the savory patty. Such a straightforward yet competent take on the classic cheeseburger has you immediately wondering if the Grilled Cow is now your favorite burger joint. The rough-cut fries aren't at the same level, which makes them decent at worst - fresh, crispy, and salty, but nothing particularly special going on.
You take your time, enjoying this brief break from your recent fitness kick. Lena steadily munches away at a pile of bacon, meat and cheese on a brioche bun, and judging by the growing pool of grease on her plate, it must be sinfully good. Val is eating with relish, her eyes glinting as she bites into her own overloaded bacon cheeseburger. She grins indulgently as she dunks the sandwich in a small tray of provided cheese sauce, and takes great care to ensure that the excess grease and sauce land either on her pile of fries or her second burger. The noises she makes with each bite border on sexual, and you're greatly enjoying the show.
Val briefly closes her eyes, chewing and swallowing a huge bite of her burger. She exhales blissfully and says, "God, it's like I can feel myself getting fatter with each bite... It feels so amazing. We're definitely going to be coming back here on the reg." Lena looks up from her plate, her eyes lighting up with anticipation. "Definitely," she agrees, smiling mischievously. "I can't wait to see how much this visit will stick onto us." Val and Lena both turn to you, grinning and bouncing their eyebrows playfully.
"What?" You laugh, "You girls barely need my help to stuff yourselves. I'm content to just enjoy the show and keep you two happy." Val and Lena both chuckle, their eyes sparkling with excitement.
"Well, we'll make sure to do our best to impress you," Lena says, winking at you. Val nods, her cheeks already bulging again. Lena then sets down her sandwich and roughly dusts off her hands.
She looks intently at her pile of fries for a moment, then selects a particularly long and thick specimen and sets it against her teeth without actually eating it. She pats Val on the shoulder, pointing invitingly to the morsel clutched between her lips. Val leans in, closing her eyes as she takes a bite of the fry. Lena reciprocates, biting her way down the potato and closer to Val's greedy lips. Lena closes her own eyes, and sets a hand on Val's cheek. Val takes in the last length of the fry and meets Lena's lips, gently caressing and sucking on them while chewing her food. Val pulls back a few moments later, and the two women both sigh happily.
Lena moans, "All this calorie-loaded food, it just makes me feel so good. All I can say is, you're missing out, Anon." Val nods, her eyes still closed, her cheeks flushed with pleasure.
"I worry that I wouldn't make a good fatty," you say. "Besides, I'm already having a lot of fun by dancing on the line. Will I stay fit and eat responsibly? Will I finally crack and let the gluttony take over? I've realized that the push-pull inner conflict is exciting." Val opens her eyes, her gaze fixed on you. "Don't worry about it," she says reassuringly.
"It's fun to tempt you," she continues, "And frankly probably a lot easier than you give yourself credit for. But if you genuinely refuse, I'll respect that."
"Me too," Lena chimes in from behind her burger.
Val adds, "I am serious about staying fit...ish, and I'm enjoying bossing you around in our workouts. But I am even more serious about packing on as much weight as I can. Especially now that I'm actually starting to look a little luscious!" Val winks at you, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
Lena grins, her cheeks still stuffed with fries. "Well, I'll be happy to help you out with that." Val beams, gently patting Lena's thigh under the table.
Val says, "I know, babe. Anon and I are so happy that we can share ourselves and this journey with you. I still feel really good about us three together."
You nod in agreement, taking a sip of your tea. "Yeah, we make a great team. And I still can't tell you how lucky I feel. It's like I stumbled ass-first into a fantasy relationship, but you two are real, and you're both so perfect."
A belch escapes Lena. She clasps a hand over her mouth and makes an embarrassed whimper.
"Sorry," she whispers.
"I didn't fucking stutter," you say without missing a beat, "You and Val are so sexy when you're enjoying your food."
The corner of Lena's mouth peeks around her hand in an embarrassed smile. Val giggles, her eyes shining with amusement. "Oh, stop it," she says, reaching across the table to give Lena another playful squeeze on the thigh. "You're just jealous of our bodies."
"Yeah, a little," you laugh, "You two are clearly the sexy ones in this throuple."
Lena laughs back, "Yeah? Well our new friend Kelsey clearly disagrees. She straight-up called you cute to your face."
You glance to your side, and thankfully the table of sorority girls is empty. "Miss Kelsey was drunk off her ass," you retort, "Plus she's clearly dumb to boot!"
Lena laughs, "No, I don't think she's wrong. The only downside to this throuple thing is that I have to share your fine self with Val!"
You blush and actually find yourself bereft of a bantery reply.
Val chimes in, "Lena, baby, there's plenty of Anon to go around. That said..."
She hefts her burger invitingly, "There's a way to make more of Anon to go around..."
Lena slightly opens her mouth, putting a finger on her lip in a stereotypical dumb-girl pose. She asks in an affected bimbo lilt, "I dunno what you mean, Val. How do we make more of Anon?"
Val grins mischievously, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Oh, honey, we would just have to feed him more! After all, we outnumber him..."
"Val, no," you reply flatly, "At least not right now."
Val laughs, trying not to break into cackling, and Lena guffaws.
"Always gotta try," Val says breezily, "I know, I know, the conflict is exciting for you. But, if you ever do decide to take the plunge, speaking as somebody who recently did just that..."
Val takes a moment to jiggle and grab at some of her softened stomach through her tight shirt, "It's a whole hell of a lot of fun, and I would love to share it with you."
You feel a new flush of heat rise to your cheeks as Val's words sink in. Regardless, you reply confidently, "Hot as that sounds, I'm simply content to live vicariously through you, Lena and the others. Tempting is fun too, as you're proving right now."
Lena grins, clearly amused by your flirtatious teasing. She leans forward, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Lena chuckles, "Even if it's easy, it's still satisfying to dote on Val."
"Damn right," you reply smiling.
Val leans in slightly, holding her mouth open expectantly. You grab a few of your French fries and load them onto her tongue, then Val immediately turns towards Lena, who stuffs a few more fries into Val's mouth too. You watch as Val's face lights up with amusement. She chuckles carefully as she chews, trying not to choke. After finally swallowing the shared morsels, she turns her attention back to her meal.
She says, mostly towards her food, "Alright, great heart-to-heart, we're happy with each other, we're all sexy, but I've got some serious eating to do. This growing girl needs a full, tight belly!"
You chuckle at Val's playful banter, feeling a mix of affection and amusement at her abandon. The conversations halt as you and the girls focus on chowing down. You and Lena finish your burgers at around the same time and pick at your fries. Val's well into her second huge burger and has made a noticeable dent into her own fries. You can see the bulge of her belly straining against her shirt, and you feel a twinge of arousal.
Val leans forwards to grab a napkin from the dispenser on the table when you hear a quick, sharp ripping sound. Val freezes, her eyes wide. She gives up on the napkins, sitting back slightly and reaching under the table to pat her hips and butt. Her eyes widen further, her cheeks go red, and a strange look appears in her eyes.
"I think my ass just tore my shorts," she says with breathy shock. Lena and you exchange a quick glance, unsure of how to react. You gently bite a knuckle to think and to stay quiet, but Val is too focused on herself to notice. Val's hand stays below the table as a peculiar manic energy seems to spread across her face.
"Val, honey, are you ok?" Lena asks.
Val takes a shuddering breath and needs a long moment to answer Lena. As Val's cheeks burn red, she whispers, "I am... Incredibly turned on. Like I'm on the verge of needing to touch myself right here, right now." Her voice is low and husky, and you can see the desire in her eyes.
You and Lena exchange another quick glance, both of you feeling a mix of shock and arousal at Val's confession. Without waiting for any response from you or Lena, Val turns her attention back to her food. She ravishes what's left of her burger, scarfing it down in a handful of greedy bites, before grabbing fries by the fistful. You can tell she wants to go completely feral, but that she's only barely holding onto a shred of manners. Val at least has the good sense to make sure no strangers are watching before licking up some choice blobs of grease and sauce on her now-emptied plate. She sets the plate down, sharing into the distance and licking her lips, somehow looking hungrier than before.
Lena chuckles gently and dabs the side of Val's face with a napkin.
"Val, sweetie," Lena coos, "When were you planning on telling us you were into public messy eating?" Val's eyes widen in surprise, and she quickly wipes her face with a napkin. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make anyone uncomfortable," she says, her tone apologetic but insincere and impatient. Val still seems to be practically vibrating with lustful energy. She looks between you and Lena and hisses, "I want, no, I need more. I need like a gallon of ice cream and a very thorough fuck. We need to get home as soon as possible."
You and Lena exchange another glance, both of you feeling a bit overwhelmed by Val's demands. Lena's smile takes on a lustful hue as well, and she glances down at Val's seated backside. "I'm certainly down for a wild Friday night," Lena says, "But somehow I don't think you're planning on giving that cop a free look at your luscious booty," pointing out a burly, buzz-cut police officer a couple tables over.
"I can see that tear from here, Val," she adds. Val visibly flashes through impatience, embarrassment, and finally clarity as she seems to wrestle internally with her raging lust.
"You're right," she mutters, "I don't need to catch an indecency charge now of all moments."
Lena simply nods, moving to shuck off her jacket.
"Here, you can wear this," Lena says, "I overestimated how cold it was going to be tonight." Val snatches the jacket from Lena's hands and wraps the arms around her waist, looking down at her with a mix of gratitude and desire.
"Well, I'm ready to roll if you two are," you say with a quiet laugh. Val looks up at you, her eyes still a little wild with lustful energy.
"Please," she whines, turning to Lena and nudging her shoulder. Lena slides out of the booth without a word, straightening up and patting her chubby stomach with satisfaction. Val's a little slower to her feet, carefully ensuring that her compromised shorts are adequately covered by the jacket around her waist.
Val all but shoves you and Lena out of the restaurant, quickly hurrying past the officer's table and other groups of dinners. You manage to unlock your car smoothly, and the girls practically leap into the backseat as you get settled up front. You turn the key and start the quick drive home - Val and Lena are so all over each other, you're veritably cursing your need to watch the road rather than them.
Only a few too-long minutes later, you roll to a stop in a guest space at Val's condo complex. The girls practically fall out of the car, still groping each other as your trio staggers towards Val's place. Val fumbles with her door lock for a few moments, before handing you the key in a huff.
You open the front door, and Val shoves you and Lena inside, immediately locking the door behind you. She kicks her shoes off, tosses aside the borrowed jacket, and strips off her shirt as she leads you and Lena upstairs. Lena giggles as Val leads the group to the bathroom, somehow knowing something you don't. Val whispers something in her ear and Lena begins to rummage through the under-sink cabinet.
Only now do you finally get a good look at the rip in Val's shorts. It would indeed have been indecent, with a large gap opened from the waistband down past the seat, exposing a decent slice of Val's left buttcheek. Though Val's butt is covered by a tight pair of cutsey skull pattern panties, you're very glad your group isn't having to explain themselves to a grumpy cop. Val fiddles with the front of her shorts, and with a few grunts and tugs, manages to undo the button. She sighs with relief as she undoes the zipper and lets her bloated gut free.
"Double milestone today then," Val says huskily, "First ruined piece of clothing, plus, the other one I'm about to show off."
Lena finally emerges from the under-sink cabinet, holding a step-on scale and grinning broadly. Val turns towards you as Lena sets up the scale on the floor.
Val rubs her bloated stomach lovingly, playing with her new layer of thin pudge. She says, "Ok, Anon, I've tortured you long enough. It's weigh-in night. Are you ready to see exactly how much hotter I'm getting?"
You nod excitedly, but Val's already moving to step onto the scale before your reply. The three of you hold your breaths as Val tries to stand steady. You take the opportunity to properly survey the changes Val's new habits have wrought on her physique. The strong contours of her face seem somehow enhanced by the addition of some trace softness, with the idea of a double chin starting to take shape beneath her jaw. Her shoulders and arms would still be the envy of most gym rats, though the boundaries of each muscle bundle aren't especially defined these days. Val's breasts must have gone up at least a full cup size, and you're surprised that she can breath properly with how tight the lacy black bra is across her chest and boobs. Her stomach is where the most obvious changes have transpired - washboard abs now in the process of merging into a pillowy slab, and a slight paunch steadily creeping outwards beneath Val's bellybutton. Even with the greasy feast swelling her middle, Val doesn't quite have a hanging gut. Yet. Her flanks overhang the sides of her shorts, even with the front unzipped, and her hips are clearly now too much for the garment to contain. Val's legs retain a similar strong-yet-soft appearance to her arms, though you're still surprised her thighs could fit through the leg holes of her shorts, they're cut into so tightly.
You're pleasantly noting that Val's lightly-tanned skin sports only a mild spread of stretchmarks, mainly around her tummy and hips, when an electronic beeping throws you out of your lustful reverie. The scale's flat, vaguely feminine voice announces a weight of just over two hundred and sixty-five pounds. Val breathes excitedly and staggers off of the scale. One of her hands wanders from caressing her belly, sliding under the rounded curve and settling between her legs. Val sways and breathes hard, clearly extremely aroused.
"Two-sixty-five," she moans, lingering on each number, "That's like a hundred pounds over the average, and a gain of about twenty percent from my start. That's not enough. Not for me, and not for you two either, I bet."
"No," you say, stepping towards Val. You caress one of her expanded breasts, playing with the sensitive flesh where it overflows the lacy bra cup.
Val squirms under your touch, and as Lena joins in by kissing her thigh, you continue, "Unlucky for you, I'm a greedy bastard too. I'll never say no to having more of you, or more of Lena for that matter. You're gonna get fatter for me. So much fatter. So much sexier."
Val's face contorts with excitement as she nods eagerly, her eyes glazed over with lust. Lena giggles and leans in to kiss Val's swollen belly, her hand still fondling her own. Val moans softly as Lena's fingers trail down her middle, and you can feel the heat emanating from her body. Val's breathing becomes ragged as you and Lena continue to touch her, and you can see the pleasure written all over her face. Val's free hand hooks itself into Lena's auburn hair, prompting an excited gasp as her head is firmly dragged back.
"Lena," Val growls, "Get your fat ass on that scale and show Anon how good of a piggy you've been too."
Lena breathes excitedly at the sudden vibe shift, her body language immediately submissive and eager to please.
"Yes, mistress Val," she whispers. Val releases Lena's hair and the smaller woman shuffles over to the scale. A moment later, Lena is perched on the small platform, waiting for the scale's electronic verdict.
"Two hundred and eighteen pounds," it announces flatly.
Val lets out a smug chuckle, "Not a bad start, Lena."
Lena steps off of the scale and strides right back up to Val, staring up at her with an unbothered grin.
"Hey now," Lena starts, "I'm just enjoying eating whatever I want. If I get a juicier ass, then that's just fine."
"You, on the other hand," Lena pokes Val's stomach, "Are the one who wants to usurp Lucy Driscoll, and thus needs to really step up the gluttony!" Val's eyes light up with excitement at the thought of dethroning the world's fastest woman, and she lets out a low growl of anticipation.
"Fuuuuuuck, I'd love to be that huge," Val moans. Lena giggles and licks her lips hungrily as she leans in to give Val a long, deep kiss. You kiss the side of Val's face and caress her thigh.
"Then maybe Lena and I should be the ones to get you there," you whisper into Val's ear.
You can feel Val's knees going weak from the sheer attention she's getting, and you're having a lot of fun teasing her so thoroughly. Lena works her way down Val's neck and focuses her attention on Val's stomach.
"Mmm, you really pigged out tonight, baby," Lena mumbles into Val's tummy, "But I think you need some dessert. Lots of dessert."
Val gasps in pleasure at Lena's touch, her hand reaching out to run down the back of Lena's head and neck. You kiss your way down Val's trunk and meet Lena at Val's stomach. You kiss Lena, the two of you resting your heads against Val's swollen gut.
You pull back and look Lena in the eyes, saying, "You taste amazing, but I think you need a big dose of sugar too." Val moans in agreement, her free arm holding you and Lena close. Lena giggles and licks her lips, her eyes shining with excitement. You wiggle free of Val's grip and stand up straight, addressing your two girlfriends simultaneously.
"Alright bitches," you order, "Get naked and get into bed. I'm going to bring you two enough sweets to put you into blissful comas." Val is practically drooling with anticipation, and immediately starts unhooking her bra while exiting the bathroom.
Lena instead smirks up at you, saying, "It's funny that you think Val and I are your bitches. You know damn well that we own your skinny ass!"
You don't flinch at Lena's insolence, evenly replying, "You're my bitch tonight at least. Unless you'd prefer I tie your hands and strip you myself?"
Lena's cheeks flush with embarrassment and excitement. She stammers out a response, "N-no sir, I'll be good. Can I please have some cheesecake?"
Your cock aches - you're finding it exceptionally pleasing to boss the girls around, in addition to showing genuine affection and teasing them. You answer Lena, "Good bitches get whatever treats they want, so long as they follow my orders."
Lena looks at you with wide eyes, eager to please.
"Yes, sir," she answers simply, then peels off her shirt and throws it aside. You make an affected (and you hope confident-looking) smirk as you slowly leer your way over Lena's half-dressed body.
Lena's face seems slightly rounder, her cheeks burning pink, and her green eyes glinting with excitement. You notice that you can no longer quite make out her collarbone, and Lena's breasts have also grown, though it's not as clear by how much since her bra is actually comfortably fitted. She gently sways from side to side as you drink in every detail of her physique. You bite your lip as you notice the motion visibly jiggling her belly slightly, especially where it overtops the waistband of her leggings. Even though Lena chose a more forgiving black-colored pair of leggings, you can clearly see her thick thighs squishing together as she stands, and you aren't quite sure if you remember them squishing together that much.
You can restrain yourself no longer, and reach forwards, sliding the waistband down beneath Lena's gut. She just giggles as you squish and knead her stomach, then you give it a couple loving pats, trying to judge if the jiggles travel further now.
"Alright, enough teasing. I think it's dessert time," you say.
Lena replies by wordlessly reaching forwards and setting her hand on your crotch, feeling your hard cock through your pants. She licks her lips with satisfaction as your breath catches momentarily. You then indulge one last quick moment to grope and squeeze her soft hips and chubby tummy before smacking her ass then bounding downstairs to the kitchen. In moments you've piled an ambitious smorgasbord of treats into your arms, including a gallon of caramel-vanilla ice cream, a whole frozen cheesecake, and a sleeve of factory-made cookies. The journey back up the stairs is agonizingly slow for caution, giving you a few moments to reflect on the incredible turn your life has taken. To land a girl who's compatible with your fetishes is already amazing. Two beggars belief. Two girls who also compliment your personality, support and uplift you, while also being down for all of your feeding fantasies? Part of you still can't believe it.
But, returning to the bedroom, seeing Lena and Val in the flesh, already naked and entangled on the bed, is all the proof you need. You don't know what you did to deserve such incredible women in your life, but you aren't about to question your fortune.
They pause as you approach. Val looks at you and points playfully at her open mouth, and Lena has eyes only for the cheesecake balanced on your arm.
You carefully stage out the treats on the bedside table. As you open up the carton of ice cream and the cheesecake container, you playfully say to the girls, "I know this is a lot, but I wanted to be sure my amazing girlfriends had enough."
Val grins at you and takes a bite of the ice cream, letting out a satisfied moan. Lena eagerly inhales a whole slice of cheesecake, her cheeks bulging as she chews and swallows greedily. The girls then work together, taking turns pinning you in place and removing your shirt, before unbuttoning and unzipping your pants. As you strip off your boxers, Val and Lena each help themselves to another helping of their chosen desserts. Feeling a flash of mischievous inspiration, you grab a couple of cookies, and semi-forcibly stuff one into Val's mouth, and another simultaneously into Lena's. They both react similarly, letting their cheeks puff out to accommodate the extra morsels and giggling appreciatively. The girls then work together again, pulling you between them and pinning you under their combined soft weight.
Lena squirms atop you, gyrating her hot, slick slit against your thigh. She moans, "I'll never get enough of this. You, Val, food, fucking, I can always take more." You can feel Val's hips grinding against your flank as well, and Lena's moans becoming more intense as she works herself against you. You're simply laying back, luxuriating in the sensation of the warm, soft women against you.
Between moans, Val voices a realization.
"I think... Us three are destined to work. Because... In our own ways we're always ready for more, whatever that may be. And the other two... They can always provide more..."
Val's words trail off as she looks at you and Lena with a knowing smile. Lena's eyes sparkle with adoration as she listens. You wiggle your arms free, clumsily but tenderly wrapping them around your girlfriends and caressing their faces.
"Yeah," you start, "Us three love doting on each other, like we genuinely enjoy making each other feel good. Yeah, I love that you two are gaining weight for me, but I genuinely love how you light up when I bring you treats or cook some food. As much as I'm enjoying having more ladychub to grope and play with, I think I actually enjoy seeing you two light up from a good meal more."
Val and Lena nod in agreement, then come in close to kiss either side of your face. You spend a few wonderful moments bouncing from Val's lips to Lena's and back a few times.
Val eventually pulls back and reaches for something behind her. You realize it's the tub of ice cream, and Val has an absolutely predatory grin on.
The last thing you clearly remember is Val purring, "How about we see just how good we can make each other feel tonight?"
The rest of the evening is a whirl of desserts and flesh and pleasure; yet, woven between all the indulgence is an undeniable and growing sense of "rightness". Somehow you know deep down, that you, Val, and Lena are destined to be an item for a long, wonderful time. And you can only anticipate just how their bodies will expand with contentment and your love for each other.
THE END, FOR NOW