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Lauren - An Old Flame

The Gingerbread Shuttle Service had made a stop to pick up a few more passengers en route to Strawberryton, when I felt the entire bus tilt to one side.

“What the--” I grabbed the seat in front of me to keep my balance, the entire vehicle rocking as something very large was being loaded up front.

I looked over to see what it was, and instead saw the largest pair of breasts I had ever seen struggling to fit through the bus’ double-doors. They entered way ahead of the girl they were attached to, but they were eventually followed by a pair of fleshy, jiggly arms grabbing into the door handles for leverage, and a pretty face with flowing brown locks…a face that I recognized. No way.

“Ugh...did all the Shuttles in this city...urgghhh... shrink?” groaned the massive Lauren Smith in between grunts, as she was currently in the process of squeezing her gigantic hips and ass through the now quite deformed double-doorway.

The last time I had seen Lauren Smith was several months ago. It was during our very last booty call before she had moved away to continue her final year of high school in Gingerbreadland…

“Ohh Travy baby, you’re going to miss these giant tits when I go, won’t you?” she cooed, straddling me with her thick thighs. 

It was true, I was going to miss her. But it was probably for the best that our friends-with-benefits relationship was about to end. Because as much as I had always loved Lauren’s outrageous curves, lately they had been growing out of control. I learned that there was such a thing as “too much”, after all. And quite frankly, she was getting...well...pretty fat.

“...and they’ve been getting even bigger lately too…” she said, as she began to peel off her top. 

As she did, her quite plump, well-fed belly wobbled free, jiggling in my face as if to remind me where the excess calories that didn’t make it to her tits and ass were going. She didn’t seem to mind though, since I’m pretty sure she couldn’t see her belly anyway thanks to those things.

I looked up just as she pulled off her top completely, her bare breasts tumbling out. They really had gotten even bigger in the past months thanks to all her snacking. But they were colossal, a bit too much for me to handle, to be honest.

“Oooofff--!” I let out a gasp as the now 400+ pound Lauren dropped her gigantic ass on me, pinning me down. Her thighs sandwiched me, and her belly pooched onto my chest as her titanic tits loomed overhead. 

“And they’re going to get even bigger in Gingerbreadland too…” she cooed in what she must’ve thought was sexy, though it was kind of ruined by her reaching for a nearby eclair and stuffing her face with it, crumbs dropping down on me after bouncing off her ridiculous rack.

“Y-yeah, too bad I won’t be there for it…” I lied, pushing against her fat belly and preparing myself for one final trounce with the now fat Lauren Smith.

...well, that was months ago. And even the “fat” Lauren Smith then didn’t hold a candle to the Lauren Smith of today.

“You guys should really consider getting bigger models. Your busses are getting so cramped these days” she frowned, having a lot of trouble making her way to a seat. She was so huge she needed to squeeze her way down the aisle sideways, her fat, exposed belly bulging against folks one one side and her enormous fat ass crushing folks on the other. But she didn’t seem to notice or care, with her monstrous breasts blocking her view.

“Travyyyyy! Ohmygosh is that you!” she went, recognizing me above her mountainous cleavage and waving a fat, wobbling arm. “Don’t get up, I’ll go to you!”

I gulped, feeling the entire bus sway and bounce as she squeezed her way down the aisle towards me. Other passengers grumbled their discomfort against all that Lauren bulging against them, and I couldn’t blame them. (Though a noticeable few were delighted to be swallowed up by her fat belly and buttocks--I did hear about Gingerbreadlanders liking bigger girls, but this was ridiculous!)

She finally arrived at my aisle, and I too would’ve had to deal with her belly if she didn’t bend over a bit to deposit some of her carry-ons into the overhead compartment. The tradeoff was that on the other side of the aisle, her monstrous booty had practically pinned one gentleman against the opposite window. The window was three seats in, for your information. I backed up a bit, as one of her megaton breasts swallowed up my backrest, her giant cleavage jiggling inches from me.

“So how ya been,Travy? You look good!” she smiled down at me as she loaded her stuff above. Her outrageous boobs were hard to ignore, but I found myself focusing on the other things that spoke of Lauren’s fatness. How her arm fat wobbled as she arranged her things. How she had a much more noticeable double chin now, at least from my angle as she was looking down. How her cleavage and side-boobage was bursting out, jiggling with every move. And how her fat gut and love-handles, shamelessly exposed, did the same. 

Before I could answer, she straightened herself back up, which meant that fat belly I so dreaded was now bulging against me, smothering me as it pinned me down against my backrest. It was warm and oh so blubbery, and as I looked up I could see her tearing open a box of pastries as she began to eat (well, I barely saw since her giant tits blocked my view of most of her). 

“Y-you...mmfff...look good too Laur...very...urgghhh...healthy…” I lied, pushing against a belly that was now even fatter than the one I remembered. Much fatter. 

“Thanks babe, you noticed too? I knew you’d looove my extra curvage” she giggled through a mouthful of food, struggling to see me too past her overflowing cleavage. She clearly couldn’t see me doing battle with her belly fat, but she definitely felt it. 

We were interrupted by a concerned conductor just then, who said “ma’am, could you please find your seat so we can get going?”

“Sure! Let’s sit together, Travy baby” she smiled, handing over two tickets to the conductor. “Two seats over here for me please” she went, pointing to the window and middle seat right next to me. To be honest, I was pretty sure that two seats would not be enough for all that ass...

Before I could protest, I was smothered by Lauren’s gargantuan butt cheeks as she struggled to squeeze herself in. 

“Ooofff...sorry Trav, gotta scoot over a bit. I need two seats nowadays since...well...my booty has gotten a wee bit bigger” she said playfully, even as I was burried under mountains of ass-fat. It didn’t help that she was wearing a skirt that was riding up, so it was her bare butt flesh that was currently swallowing me up. 

I was right about her needing more than two seats. When she finally got settled in, she was occupying the entire row--a part of one of her monstrous buttocks was totally crushing me, and even spilling over my seat and into the aisle. Her side-fat and side-boobage were smothering me too.

“You alright there Travy?” she went, biting her lip as she felt me struggling beneath her. She raised her fat arm and saw my face coming up for air by her bulging side-boob.

“Anyway, how long are you in town for? We should grab some coffee or something...” she said with a knowing grin and wink. Uh oh. I had a hard time handling Lauren the last time. And that was many pounds...errr...many hundred pounds ago.

“I’ll make sure it’s worth your while” she winked, before reaching for another pastry, her arm fat now bulging against my face as it jiggled. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’ve gotten a bit chubbier since last time…” she admitted with a giggle and mouthful of pastry, pulling at her skirt’s waistband as if it could better contain her overflowing love handles. “...but you won’t believe how much BIGGER my boobs have gotten~” she cooed proudly, smiling down at me as crumbs flew out of her mouth piggishly.

Oh I believe. 

“Ummm...yeah sure, Laur, that would be great…” I said politely, pushing against her fat wad of side-boob to make sure that I could breathe.