Hefty Heidi

Part 5: The Lunch Bunch

The following week, Heidi meets up with Jessica to catch up at their favorite Mexican food restaurant. When Jessica pulls up in her car, her eyes bug out before she starts squealing, seeing her best friend 50 pounds plumper from head-to-toe.

"Girl, you look beautiful!" She gushes as she turns off the ignition. Grabbing onto the driver's side door, Jessica shimmies and pulls herself out of the car, squeezing her rotund gut out from under the steering wheel. She adjusts her shirt to cover her apron belly before throwing her gelatinous arms around Heidi. Pulling back, she eyes her friend up and down. "Incredible."

Heidi blushes as she nervously fidgets with the hem of her new shirt. "I guess I've made some changes." She timidly giggles.

"I'll say! C'mon!" She hooks her arm around Heidi's elbow. "I want to hear all about it!"

Inside the restaurant, the hostess escorts the women to a booth. When Jessica goes to take her seat, however, the girth of her body keeps her from sliding in. Breathing heavily, she reaches for the other side of the booth and pulls, hoping her fat will somehow give way and mold to fit the space like playdough. The wooden structure whines and creaks under her heavy, massive expanse. She frantically starts to pull on her aprons of fat, thinking she could stuff part of her stomach under the table while the other bulges of fat can rest on top. She pushes and pulls until she is red faced with no air. It is no use. Jessica can't fit.

She giggles, brushing the sweat off her brow. "That's okay," she pants, gasping for air. "Can we get a table?"

This turns out to be a much better, more comfortable choice for both women. They are seated in their chairs, the metal groaning under their enormous weights. A waiter takes their orders-a margarita for Heidi, a few appetizers for the table, and their entrees-before they dig into their tortilla chips, salsa and queso blanco.

"How's our little peanut doing?" Heidi asks.

Jessica glows, cradling the top of her belly as her fingertips barely touch. "They are doing well."

Heidi pauses mid-chew. "They?!"

"Surprise! We're having twins!" Jessica squeals.

"Oh my God, since when?! I feel like I've missed so much! How far along are you?"

"Girl, it's fine! Greg and I just found out yesterday at my 18 week appointment. He kept hiding for the doctor."

"A boy?"

"Two boys-they think. It was hard to tell. The machine can only scan through so much-" she giggles and blushes as she wiggles her stomach. "Belly fat. Plus it was hard for me to breathe flat on my back for so long, so we stopped trying to look."

"Well, I'm so excited for you and Greg!"

"Girl! What about you? I mean, look at you! A chubby goddess!"

Heidi dips a few chips into the queso, bringing the spicy cheese dip to her mouth. She hums in pleasure and she grabs some more. "I guess I just discovered I really enjoy food."

Jessica raises an eyebrow. "Is that it?"

Heidi looks around the restaurant, making sure no one is listening. Just because she's comfortable talking about this with her boyfriend and her best friend doesn't mean she wants to share it with the world. So many people don't understand her newfound kink. "Have you ever heard of people having a fetish with eating and being fed? Gaining weight?"

Jessica giggles before giving her a knowing look. "Honey, remember when we first went off to college? I was 120 pounds." She starts laughing harder, her double-chin jiggling. "And then I called you crying because I weighed 170 pounds? God, those were the days."