Chubby Girlfriends
Ira rang the doorbell. They didn't open it right away. Finally, heavy footsteps were heard and the door swung open.
"Olka, is that you?" Ira couldn't believe her eyes. Her best friend, whose wedding she had celebrated just 2 weeks ago, had gained so much weight in that time that Ira barely recognized her. Her hips had noticeably rounded, a small but round, ball-like belly had appeared, her face had noticeably filled out, and her arms had grown thicker.
"Yeah, didn't recognize me, huh?" Olka replied, smacking her lips. "Come in."
The friends settled on the sofa near a table laden with all kinds of food. Olga was eating something the whole time.
"Well, you're something else," Ira said in amazement. "What's going on with you?"
"What are you talking about?"
"Well, about your figure."
"Ahhh," Olga chuckled. "My husband likes it, and I've never lived so freely in my life. I eat what I want, when I want, and as much as I want."
Ira felt something akin to envy. Her day always started with strict calorie counting, she was afraid to put an extra bite in her mouth, and such a life was starting to seriously bore her.
"You need to get married," Olga advised seriously. "Find yourself a normal man who won't pester you with diets, and live for your own pleasure."
"Yeah, where do you find one like that? They all want you to be skinny as a rake," Irina sighed sorrowfully and looked at her friend's burgeoning curves with secret envy.
"My husband has a friend. Ever since I started gaining weight, he can't take his eyes off me. Unmarried."
"Introduce us!"
"Yeah, gladly, otherwise he and my husband will start fighting over me soon. Both are fanatics of voluptuous figures."
Soon Olga introduced Irina to Arthur. Arthur barely glanced at Irina and didn't take his eyes off Olga all evening, each time looking enviously as Olga's husband fondled his wife's plumped-up curves. Nevertheless, Arthur offered to walk Irina home. They got acquainted and exchanged phone numbers. Two weeks later, the friends met again.
"What, has he already started fattening you up?" Olga asked from the doorway, critically examining her friend's figure. Irina had gained some weight during this time, though barely noticeably.
"Yeah," Irina smiled. "It's so great. You can eat as much as you want and whenever you want. He keeps adding more, cooking."
"See how great it is. When's the wedding?"
"We haven't discussed it yet."
"Don't drag it out too much. Better to have a ring on your finger. And order a bigger size," Olga cackled, stuffing pastries into her mouth.
The friends had a hearty dinner. After dinner, Olga began stroking her round little belly. It had grown even larger during this time.
"It'll be sagging soon," Olga announced. "My husband really likes that. He wants me to have a big butt and definitely a sagging belly."
"Great," Irina responded, slightly dazed from the hearty dinner. She really couldn't finish her portion. Olga's portions were simply gigantic.
"It's okay, your stomach will stretch, you'll manage," Olga reassured her.
"By the way, aren't your clothes getting tight yet? I can give you my wardrobe that I've outgrown," Olga offered.
"I think I've outgrown my panties," Irina said. "My butt started falling out."
"Butt and hips always get fat first. Then the belly," Olga said and headed to the wardrobe to look for panties.
"These are way too big," Irina said, examining what Olga brought.
"They're a bit too big now, but in a couple of weeks they'll fit you perfectly," Olga said optimistically. "Take them, take them."
Soon Irina and Arthur got married. Arthur liked Irina more and more. As she gained weight, he fell more in love with her. After the wedding, Irina began eating much more. They often met with Olga and had binge-eating days, then lying on the sofas afterwards, stroking their bloated bellies. Irina was already starting to catch up to Olga. She had developed a cute round belly, her hips had plumped up, her butt had grown fat. Olga, however, had during this time turned into a real chubby girl. Her belly was already sagging, and her butt had grown so fat it wobbled when she walked.
"Do you want me to be like Olga, or should I stop now?" Irina asked Arthur, looking at her rapidly rounding curves in the mirror.
"Of course, darling, I want you to catch up to Olga as quickly as possible!" Arthur exclaimed.
Irina could barely keep up with changing clothes. Olga kept giving her clothes one size larger than she needed, but within a week those clothes would already be too tight. Olga was still noticeably fatter than Irina, but she was catching up. Irina already had a very large round belly, a thick butt, and a round face with a double chin. The fat on her sides and hips was already starting to wobble when she walked, like Olga's. Their husbands adored them and were proud of their fat wives, happily slapping their fat sides, butts, and bellies.
Until Irina caught up with Olga, she constantly felt a certain inferiority complex, as she knew that Arthur still looked at Olga too often. Olga still had a bigger belly and a thicker butt than Irina. But Irina set herself the goal of catching up to and surpassing Olga and ate practically non-stop. Every day they compared bellies, and Irina noted with satisfaction that she was getting fat faster than Olga. Finally, the day came when they became equal. Olga looked at the measurements in fright and confirmed that Irina had caught up to her. They were now the same thickness. And not long ago, Irina had seemed like a skinny girl compared to her. Arthur was overjoyed. The knowledge that Irina had grown fat to Olga's size filled him with inexhaustible sexual energy. Finally, he had a wife as fat as his friend's. But Irina didn't stop there and soon overtook Olga.
"Should I give you my clothes that I've outgrown?" she asked her friend mockingly, knowing this question would infuriate Olga. After all, Olga used to give Irina clothes. And now what? This way, Olga's husband might leave her for Irina. Olga always called Irina "skinny" or "broomstick" contemptuously. And now what? Now Irina is fatter than Olga? Olga tried to restore the disturbed balance and tried to start eating even more, but Irina clearly had some secret and she was getting fat faster than Olga.
Meanwhile, Olga made desperate attempts to maintain her lead in the competition with her friend, but nothing helped. Irina confidently surged ahead and already looked noticeably fatter than Olga.
Finally, the day came when Olga was forced to take clothes from Irina that she had outgrown. Irina now had both a thicker butt and a bigger belly than Olga.
One day, their school friend Lena came to visit the friends. Olga and Irina were just gorging themselves on meat. Lena was in shock seeing her friends. Lena was on a "broomstick" diet. After 4 hours, the friends convinced Lena to follow their example. After gorging on meat and pastries, Lena lay exhausted on the sofa, thinking how great it would be to let herself go like this every day. The friends promised to find her a good feeder and did.
A month later, Lena discovered clear signs that she had become a feedee. She ate a lot and greedily, her clothes were rapidly becoming too small, and her small but already very round belly constantly popped out of all her tops. The friends tried to fatten Lena up as quickly as possible and literally shoveled food into her. One day Lena ate so much she couldn't get up from the sofa. The friends massaged her bloated belly and forced her to eat more. Another month later, Lena began to resemble Olga more and more. Her skin glistened with fat, her belly was always stuffed with food and had swollen to the size of a basketball, her hips and butt had spread out a lot, and unaccustomed, she began bumping into objects in the room with them.
"Oh, I think I've gotten fat," Lena exclaimed in fright one day, looking at herself in the mirror.
Olga and Irina laughed so hard that their fat wobbled.
"You call that getting fat?" Irina asked. "You're even behind my schedule. I gained weight faster. Tell her, Olga (Olga mumbled something with a mouth full of calories)? Come on, eat up quickly!"
Lena tried to break free and run away, but the friends tied her up and force-fed her for slaughter for 2 days, until the ropes broke from her swollen belly.
Meanwhile, Irina wasn't wasting time either and was diligently stuffing herself. Arthur saw a picture online somewhere of a woman weighing 200 kilograms and said he would be the happiest man on earth if he had such a fat wife. Irina already weighed 130 kilograms and set herself the task of catching up to the virtual beauty. Her large, wobbling belly began to take in huge amounts of super-caloric food, and soon she developed folds—her belly divided into two parts. Arthur was overjoyed and licked Irina from head to toe. He especially liked licking her belly, kneading it with his hands, rolling the fat. But he liked even more to fatten Irina up, photographing how her belly, butt, breasts, and arms were growing.
It wasn't hard to say that if Lena had only started to plump up, then Olga was fat, and Irina was already obese.
And it's not hard to guess which of them was the happiest.