Preview: Enni’s Achievements In a Slobby World (Patreon)

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Hey All, just wanted to send out a little something because its been a bit quiet. This is just a preview of a story that I'm working on. Will be released fully sometime this week.


Enni stepped into the food cafeteria of her college, looking for her friends. She was greeted by the sounds of a hundred other people eating and working through their plates of food. She walked through the doors, trying to maneuver around the throng of bodies waiting in various lines for food. Short and thin, she had a hard time pushing through the various lines. Enni was lithe, but not strong. She was a tennis player, attending Rutman’s University, whose food court she was currently making her way through, on a full ride scholarship. Enni had always wondered about her status as a tennis player, she looked nothing like the other girls. Most of the women on her team were tall and built like tanned goddesses. Enni, on the other hand, possessed the figure of a middle schooler. Despite being 19, she was short and flat as a board. The sort of sports inclined tomboy that never moved beyond looking somewhat boyishly. Practically the only thing that made her look womanly was her shoulder length hair (partially tied in a ponytail) and soft, golden eyes. Granted, none of these helped her as she made her way to where her friends sat.

Through the pushing, shoving crowd she could see them. Dina (the tall, leggy fashion design student), Rose (her busty best friend and doubles partner), and Maki (a creative writing major and the only woman shorter and quieter than Enni herself). The trio of women sat around their typical lunch table, each enjoying their own meal. Dina nibbled at a small salad, always trying to make sure that she maintained her model-like figure. Rose ate like a horse, trying to replenish the calories that the lengthy tennis practice had depleted. Maki nibbled at a set of chicken tenders. The small girl hardly ever seemed to eat. It was a mystery to the rest of the girls how she did not collapse or pass out. Enni quietly joined the table, pulling out her own lunch box. She ate sensibly, trying to mix and match her foods to achieve the optimal amount of macros. As with all things, Enni tried to reach a sensible middle. Not wanting to over or under do anyone aspect of her life. She left that to her other friends.

“Heeeey, how’s it going, Bean Pole!” Rose exclaimed as her friend quietly took the seat next to her. She must have been feeling especially good that day to trot out Enni’s old nickname. While it was unbelievable now, there was a time when Enni was the taller of the pair. Doctors, parents, and other kids had predicted that Enni would end up much taller than she actually had. Rather disappointingly, she had been an early bloomer that had failed to grow past an initial spurt. She stayed 5’3, whilst Rose slowly shot up to an almost gargantuan 5’11. It might not have been so bad, had Enni developed a figure but she had remained woefully flat. Rose had won those accolades as well, her chest filling out to such a degree that it was a wonder that she could even play tennis. Her chest bounced and jiggled so much that her breasts would bounce up and hit her on the chin. “Good work out there today!” The tanned, blonde haired woman leaned over and hugged her smaller companion. “We crushed them. . .and looked mighty cute too!” Rose rubbed Enni’s head with her fist playfully, but the action caused her breasts to smack the smaller woman in the face.

“Thanks, but it wasn’t like I did much,” Enni said dourly. She stared at her food, knowing what was to come next.

“Ohhhh, my little pocket princess is so dreary sometimes!” Rose returned to invade Enni’s space, wrapping her arms around the smaller woman. If nothing else, Enni had to give Rose credit for never changing. It would have been easy for her to exchange her friendship with Enni for cooler, better looking women. Yet, for reasons that escaped Enni, she had remained loyal for all these years.

“Rose! Could you please go at least one meal without choking her.” Dina said, a coy smile touching her face. Dina was nearly as tall as Rose, though with a decidedly pear shaped build. Her jeans, always skinny hip huggers, fit snugly around her plump bottom. She could not only design clothes, but model them effectively. Despite growing up in bumfuck nowhere, she had the demeanor and attitude of an L.A model. . .when she wasn’t losing her temper at Rose. “Hey! Are you listening to me, Titty McNo-Brain?” Dina barked at the taller, chestier woman. She smacked Rose with her silverware for good measure, angry at being ignored. Her silvery hair, dyed but she always lied and said it was natural, swished and swayed about her shapely shoulders. Even during her violent outbursts at Rose or the other girls, Dina was ravishingly beautiful. It was a special kind of woman that could look dignified even when veins were popping out of her neck. “Enni. Does. Not. Want. You. Smothering. HER!” Dina broke up each word with a smack from her fork.

Maki, furtive and easily forgotten, simply watched the chaos unfold. She was tiny, hardly even noticeable as she sat in her seat. Most times she would simply sit quietly through hangout sessions, enjoying the camaraderie. Even now, she linked eyes with Enni and simply nodded. Her dark, glossy black hair fell past her shoulders and ran down her back. She wore a simple red sweater and black skirt with leggings underneath. Big, moon eyes shone out from behind thick glasses. She was the image of an adorable librarian, though in a fun sized package. She watched the chaos unfold as Enni was shoved deeper between Rose’s bosoms, sinking below as the two taller women bickered and fought with each other. Enni sighed, head slumping onto the table. Maki giggled quietly, no one noticing.

---

“Owowowow. . .Dina is such a jerk.” Rose complained as she poked at bruises on her arm. Even now, hours after the lunchroom feud, there were purple welts on her arm. She could see them against the orange glow of the setting sun. She and Enni were walking home to their shared apartment, their day of classes and sports done with. “I don’t know why she has to come between me and my little Pocket Princess.” Rose huffed, wanting to remove her sorrows by hugging and teasing Enni. “I just wanted to make you feel better. You’ve been in such a bad mood lately.” She huffed, folding her arms under her enormous breasts. “I hate when we aren’t in sync. Doubles partners should be so close that they can read each other’s minds!” Rose continued to spout her thoughts out free and uninhibited.

Enni sighed, she wished that she could figure out what she even wanted to say. Feelings had been building up within her lately, ones that she couldn’t quite put a name to. She had always had her peaks and valleys like any person, but this felt different. She had felt useless for a long time, like she wasn’t living up to her potential. “It’s fine, Rose.” Enni said. Rose, sensing the frustration bubbling within her diminutive friend, simply walked along quietly. The two took the steps up to their apartment slowly. Enni stared at her feet, wondering what was wrong with her. It was a feeling that refused to leave. She hated not being herself and she hated disappointing her friends even more but there was little she could do about it. She opened the door to the apartment and immediately took off for her room. She heard Rose call softly, her bubbly, bimbo energy drained away. Enni ignored it, instead feeling hot tears running down her cheeks. She flew into her room, tossing her racquet away and flopping onto her bed.

“God, just send me somewhere else. Anywhere!” She screamed into her pillow. Enni spent the rest of the night crying herself to sleep.

--- A Wish Granted ---

“Eeeeennni.” Rose’s voice called the next morning. It helped to stir the small woman from her sleep. The diminutive tennis player stirred in her bed, eyes blinking. “Lemme in, Enni! I wanna. . .hhhuufff. . .see my pocket princess!” Rose called, though sounding out of breath. Enni shifted in the bed, wondering if she even wanted to see her big breasted friend. “Come on, girl!” Rose called, obviously panting. Enni assumed that Rose had just finished a run or morning yoga session, her usual way of stress relief was physical activity. Yet, there was a thick, clotted undertone to Rose’s voice. It was like she was speaking with a weight on her chest, or like she was trying to hold something heavy up. “I’m not. . .wwhew. . .going away!” Rose sounded more tired by the second. Out of pure curiosity, Enni rolled out of bed and went to answer the door. Her fingers tipped the door handle when the smell hit her, but by that time it was too late. Sensing that the door was now open, Rose made her grand entrance.

The door banged open. It almost flew off its hinges as Rose put her full weight against it. Enni jumped back with enough time to avoid the swinging door, but the wave of stench that followed after could not be avoided. It poured over Enni, making her eyes water and her eyebrows curl. She had never smelled such rank body odor. Further, the smell seemed to engulf her, taking physical form and lifting her off the ground. It took Enni a full minute to realize that she was actually being held by Rose, or at least someone who sounded like her best friend. Yet, the person holding her was far too large; setting aside how putrid they smelled. Even wearing her thickest winter coat, Rose could not have been this large. The woman that currently was burying Enni in a bear hug was built like a giant pile of half-melted marshmallows. “Oooh. . .UUUUURRRRPPP. . .there’s my little girl!” The pseudo-Rose gushed, pressing her small friend into the sweaty canyon that was her tits.

“Pppllltttllp. . .” Enni spat, trying to get the taste of sweat and moldy food out of her mouth. She fought and finally broke free of the slob holding her. “Who. . .the fuck. . .are you?” Enni screamed, falling back onto the ground. She backed away from the immense woman, trying to get her bearings.

“Oh, there you. . .bbllurruupp. . .go again. Having one. . .brrruuupp. . . of your episodes!” The woman rolled her eyes just like Rose, though Rose’s cheeks were not nearly as puffy and red. The big woman took another step forward, her body squelching from grease and sweat being pushed out of her rolls. She wore only a very faded t-shirt (worn thin from the constant rub of fat and destructive power of toxic sweat) and a ratty pair of sweat-shorts. Enni could see the woman’s sweaty panties through the holes. Oddly, it was this detail that helped convince her that she was indeed talking to some warped version of Rose. An old boyfriend had gifted Rose a pair of panties embroidered with her namesake. Now, despite the sweat stains and being buried between massive thighs, Enni could see the embroidered underwear. The small girl had done the laundry for the duo many, many times and had become something of an expert.

“Rose, what. . .what is going on?” Enni asked, still covering her face with her arms for protection.

The massive woman, certainly over 300 pounds of rancid fat, giggled girlishly. The light, lilting sound was incongruous coming from such an out of shape body. It was like “Rose” had done nothing but eat her entire life. Her breasts remained the central attraction, two huge piles of fat; the open gulf between them helping to direct the constantly running trails of sweat, slobber, and food down towards her gut. Rather than a stomach, this Rose had a paunch. Forming into two rolls, her navel had deepened into a sinkhole. Few could guess how much food had gotten stuck in the deep navel and disintegrated into greasy slime from pressure and heat. Her legs rubbed together, pulling her panties and sweatpants further between her putrid asscheeks. The floor moved under “Rose” and her sloppy fat. Enni could feel the floorboards sag and bend in the middle. “What’s. . .ugh. . .” Rose flopped onto the floor, sweat spraying out as she landed. Her hair, tied into a greasy ponytail, whipped and smacked Enni in the face. “. . .happening is that. . .your amnesia is. . .whooo. . .acting up again.” Rose smiled before letting a sickening fart slide out of her asscheeks. Enni fainted as the smell bore into her nostrils.

---

“So, you’re saying the entire world is like this? Just, women being complete pigs?” Enni asked, trying to keep her brain from melting out of her ears.

“Yeasch. . .mmmpghp. . .BBBLLLLRRRUUUPP. . .juscht wook. . .mmpgh. . .awound.” Rose said, shoving her face into the plate of nachos. Cheese and chip fragments slid down her face as she pulled up from the bucket sized serving. “Last. . .BBBLLLRRRUUUPP. . .10 yearsch. . .uuurrp. . .at leascht.” She spoke as warm cheese dripped between her zeppelin sized tits. Enni, if only to distract herself from the mess her friend was making, looked around.

She saw a world that was both exactly the same and completely different from her own. Stores were all the same, but their products and customers were all different. Cafes like the one they were sitting in now served food worse than the fast food of her old dimension. Women heaved and panted as they ate, unleashing every manner of foul behavior possible. She was the only woman under 300 pounds, the rest having been bloated up to extremes beyond imagining. Mobility scooters were as plentiful as bikes were in the world that Enni had come from. The black haired woman shook her head as she tried to rationalize what she was seeing. The wish she had made a night ago came ringing back to her ears. How could it be possible to change an entire world like this?

“I just don’t believe it.”

Rose wiped her mouth with her too-small shirt, letting her breasts flop out nakedly. Brrrrrmmmmppptttt. She leaned and allowed the immense fart to burst out of her asscheeks. “Better believe it, Pocket Princess!” She smiled. “It’s the truth.” This was not the first time she had dealt with her small friend's condition. Enni had suffered an injury several years ago. A stray tennis ball had knocked her in the head. The ball had done little damage, but the landing on the court had seriously injured her. A strange mixture of long and short term memory loss had taken place. The small, skinny girl now had fits in which she forgot what the world was like. She was stuck dreaming of a world where women were still skinny, prim, and proper. Rose, as with everything Enni did, found the behavior adorable; but she still tried to help her friend. “Remember, your doctor said that the more you try to integrate the better your condition is going to get.”

“But. . .I’m not a slob. No offense.” Enni said, pushing her meal back and forth. The fattest, sloppiest fried mac and cheese balls she had ever seen rolled about on her plate. Easily the size of softballs and stuffed with bacon, they could have fed a family. . .and then sent them straight to the hospital.

“Gosh, none taken!” Rose beamed at the accidental compliment. She proudly hefted her cut onto the table. She dumped her nachos on her stomach and proceeded to eat them off of her naked gut. “Honey, it's not. . .mmmpgghh. . .uuurrrp. . .me who's out of place. . .it’s you!” She beamed, meat dripping down her chins. “I’m a hoooot. . . BBBLLLEEERRRUUUPP. . . commodity!” She beamed.

“Oh god. . .” Enni breathed, realizing that her friend was right.

“But you could be too!” Rose leaned forward, not caring that her breasts were slathered in cheese, chips, and jalapenos. “Just lemme teach you a bit.”

Enni sighed, again feeling a sort of mental strain creep up on her. Even in her wish she was in a world that she couldn’t fit in with. Yet, her brain kept working. This wasn’t a world where she had to be tall or traditionally beautiful. Rather, she just had to make a constant pig of herself. Even by simply not trying, she would fit in better. “Well. . .I suppose.” Enni said, tapping her fingers together. She couldn’t decide if this world was right for her, far too many things were out of place to make that assessment. But, at the very least, she could make a good go of it. “Let’s get me in shape.” She looked up at Rose, who was currently licking grease off of one of her breasts.

--- Practice Time ---

“Ok, let’s just take it slow at first.” Rose said, putting the final plate on the table. She swept her bingo wings over a table that was buckling under the weight of the food placed upon it. All manner of food was spread before Enni, who had been placed at the head of the table. The petite woman looked even smaller when compared to the mass of food before her. Her eyes were wide with worry as she thought about what so much food would do to her stomach as well as what the flood of grease and salt would do to her arteries. She was staring down the barrel of a caloric nuke. A meal that would rupture her stomach before it could be completed. Enni tugged on her ponytail, nervously wondering if she was making the correct decision.

“This is slow to you?” Enni asked Rose, her voice dripping with sarcasm just as the food dripped with unnecessary, additional fats. She poked a finger into what might have been the most malformed, monstrous burger that she had ever seen. Beyond a full pound of meat, the burger looked almost too big to lift with her small arms. One bite might send her into a meat-sweat tailspin. “Rose. . .I don’t know.” Enni said, starting to push herself away from the table. Her exit was slowed by the chair’s drifting over the scattered trash of the kitchen. In addition to her sloppy appearance, Rose was just as sloppy of a housekeeper.

“Ah-ah-ah!” Rose ducked forward, wrapping billowing, swampy arms around her diminutive roommate. “This is for your health,” She cooed. Using her sagging belly, she shoved the chair back into place; nudging Enni’s belly up to the very edge of the table. While only a day or so had passed since Enni’s appearance in the strange new world, she had begun to take on weight quickly. The tennis player couldn’t tell if that was a symptom of the rules of this dimension or just because of how fattening the food was. She had already developed a started belly. It was soft and playful, barely noticeable under her shirt. It had taken all her strength to keep Rose from playing with it. Even now it poked just over the rim of the table. A trail of melted fat and lard, collected from the overflow of several plates, ran towards the belly pudge. “Just pick what you want. Eat freely, but don’t kill yourself.” Rose coached. Her words were laced with kindness and wisdom, just as her body was drenched in body odor.

“Ok.” Enni nodded, not even balking at Rose’s smell. She was getting better at handling the conditions of the new world. She had spent her life in sports locker rooms and was no stranger to sweat or general filth. While generally even smelly women were more tolerable in the old world, Enni could at least handle that. She was unused to the piles of garbage as decoration and expulsion of gas, however. The women of this new world seemed content to relieve themselves of any gastrointestinal build up at the slightest inclination. It was rare to go minutes without the silence disrupted by a belch or fart. Enni tried to shove the disgust and judgment out of her mind. She was still a stranger in this world. Rose had, rather forebodingly, said that would all come later, anyway. “This had better not kill me.” She looked back at her friend who was excitedly bouncing from foot to foot, renewing the butt-smell in the room with each motion. Enni started to eat tentatively.

Whatever else could be said, the food of the new world was tasty. It was incredible what kind of tastes could be achieved once any notion of health was given up. Burgers stuffed with molten cheese cores. Cakes seasoned with heavy cream whipping. Donuts with centers of chocolate and caramel cream. Every combination of taste and sensation was made available to the public, anything to satisfy their insane desires and hunger. Ennis now toed the deep and murky waters of extreme gluttony. She ate chicken nuggets wrapped in bacon, popping the lard laden treats into her mouth. Enni wished she could feel more disgusted with herself as she polished the plate off. She felt guilty for even enjoying it a bit. "Wow, I think that was enough." She patted her round stomach, already bloating from the grease and breading.

"Uh-huh. Nice try, Princess." Rose said, again descending down on the smaller woman. She planted a sloppy kiss which left as much grease as it did lipstick. "But I think you need a bit more. I hear that tummy rumbling!" Enni opened her mouth to respond, but found it stuff with chili cheese fries. Rose has scooped them from the tray and simply plopped them into Enni’s waiting mouth. Some people needed a little nudge in the right direction, and Enni needed a shove down a hill. While for her own good, Rose had long been dying to stuff her roommate. She felt her thighs grow wet as Enni sucked the fries down, licking between the fat, sausage fingers around her mouth. While there was nothing inherently sexual about how the smaller girl ate, Rose couldn't help but pretend. "Eeeaaatt up." Rose rubbed her thighs together with romantic frustration, trying to keep her knees from collapsing. Enni finished with the fries, leaning back in her chair to give her stuffed belly some space.

"Uuuggh. . .I don't know how you all do this." Enni said, trying to wipe away the food smears from her face. Rose caught her hand and guided it back to the food. She needed her roommate to get used to the feeling of food covering her face and body. Enni couldn't just be fat, she needed to be a pig. Dazed from her filling belly, Enni relented easily.

"Come on now, this is just feast number 1!" Rose drew her stuffed roommate’s hand over to a slice of pizza that was decked with so many toppings that the cheese could hardly be seen any more. Enni’s eyes widened as the slice came towards her. It was an out of body experience for her. Surely, it was some other girl that was eating like this. She felt woozy, buried under the sleepiness that came with a full stomach and carb overload. Yet, she couldn’t turn away. She chewed through a first bite and a second quickly after. Toppings of all kinds rained down on her shirt, leaving smears and trails of grease. Enni wanted to try and brush it off, but she knew Rose would only quietly guide her back to stuffing her face. Her stomach barreled outwards, even going so far as to lift the gray shirt she was wearing. Enni slumped in her seat, trying to get away from the food. It came onwards still, finding her lips and pushing past. She wasn’t even sure who was doing the feeding. Was it Rose pushing the pizza into her mouth or was it herself? Enni did not get a breather until another whole slice went down her hatch.

“Well, how are you feeling?” Rose asked, leaning in with excitement. She tossed Enni’s uneaten crust to the side, carelessly lumping it with the other piles of trash in the room.

“I. . .hhhurrrrp. . .” Enni’s mouth bloated for a second as she fought not to belch. Her stomach heaved and churned. The room spun again as she fought to control the gasses welling up in her body. “That was. . .BBBBLLLLURRRRUUUUUPPP. . .oh fuck.” The belch finally broke out of her. Rose clapped and bounced with glee, a breast shiny and slick with sweat bouncing off of Enni’s head. The tiny, stuffed college student slumped in her chair, head still spinning. She couldn’t deny that she felt a little hungrier after the belch.

--- Same Friends, New Coat of Grease ---

“Rose, aren’t we going to be late?” Enni said, knocking on Rose’s bedroom door. She tried to ignore the jiggles that rolled through her body. She also did her best to ignore the smell coming from under her arms. It had been a couple weeks worth of living in the new world and subscribing to its backwards ideology, the results were beginning to show en masse. For one, Enni was far rounder than she had been. Her baby potbelly had grown into a very big and very demanding gut. It filled out all of the clothes that she had, even sneaking out and under them. There was a sense of heaviness to Enni that went beyond just eyesight. It might have been the extra creases her chubby arms had picked up towards the elbows or near her armpits. It might have been the slow vanishing of her clavicle, the once obvious feature having become hidden by oncoming fat. She was a waddling optical illusion, seeming far heavier than her 180 pounds. Though, given her short stature, 180 was nothing to sneeze at.

Enni might have been happy, had those been her only acquired traits. She was still coming to terms with the other peculiarities of living in this slobby dimension. For one, she stank. Enni’s last bath had been the day of her deal with Rose as a conciliatory gesture by the bigger woman. Enni had stepped into the shower, slowly and methodically scrubbing each part of her body. It was done with the same mournful tone that a military funeral was carried out in, a monument to the cleanliness that she had strove for in her former life. Now, however, that cleanliness was becoming a dim memory. No part of her was free from stink. Day after day she was forming an odor that was distinctly her own, the unique musk that only her body’s sweat glands and rolls could produce. Rose had wept from the “beauty” of it, while Enni had wept because of how strong it was getting. While much less noxious than any other woman’s, Enni grimmaced at how she was beginning to tell hers apart from others.

“Rose. . .” Enni knocked, feeling the door shift open. She backed away, waving a hand in front of her face, trying to get rid of the smell leaking out. The apartment room was already reaching landfill status, Rose’s room was what happened when a landfill gets buried underground for decades. Enni could almost see visible fumes leaking out of the room, the semi physical manifestation of the crimes against the olfactory sense happening inside the room. Unable to see much, Enni was forced to step into the room to explore. Tugging on her too-small shirt for comfort, the chubby woman slowly walked in. “We were going to meet the girls for lunch an hour ago. You ready?” She whispered, afraid what horrors might lurk in the darkened pit.
Back home, Rose had always been neat and orderly. Plants, both real and fake, had rested on shelves that her brother had made for her. Those classically girly decorations had been replaced by heaps of moldy clothes and stacks of takeout boxes. Rather than get rid of the clothes that had been too savaged by her odorous lifestyle, the busty woman let them rest in the corners of the room. They quickly piled up. Enni tiptoed around a particularly huge pile, seeing shirts with holes eaten in them, Rose’s caustic sweat breaking down even the most durable fabric. With the beam of light coming in from the hallway Enni could see the slimy green coloring of the walls, a stark contrast from the original white and pink. The slob-in-training tried to pick her way forward, searching for Rose’s bed. It was hard to make out anything in the gloom and jungle like humidity. Enni silently prayed for a sign of life. She received a fart.

BBBBLLLLMPPPPTTTHH. The sound, followed by a rush of noxious air, came from the furthest corner of the room. Enni immediately headed that way, her naked feet brushing past cans of soda and discarded bras. She made her way through the graveyard of clothes, afraid that her feet were going to be stained permanently with Rose-stink. Another blast of foul air, this time coming out silently from Rose’s rear, told Enni she was heading the right direction. As she moved, Enni could hear a droning. Like a fan motor on its last legs. She moved toward the thrumming sound. Rose and the bed became more noticeable as she went. Her eyes adjusting to the darkness of the room.

Rose's lumpy body lay on a sagging mattress and was buried under a mountain of pillows and blankets. Enni was pleased to see that, if nothing else, Rose was still desperate about sleep time comfort. It was cute, in spite of the slovenly conditions the blankets were in. Enni crept forward, almost afraid to wake her slumbering roommate. She figured that, like everything else, the rules around entering another person's room more relaxed. All the same, she did not want to accidentally violate any unspoken rules. "Rooose." Enni whispered, too far to turn back. She could see the other woman moving under the blankets a bit. Rose was seemingly starting to stir. The sound was stronger now, a mechanical droning. The chubby tennis player couldn’t place the noise. Her mind conjured up images of a fan to help push Rose’s natural musk further into the room or help control sweat. With shock, Enni realized how wrong she had been as she removed the blanket.

Rose was indeed awake. . .and in the middle of pleasuring herself. One hand held back her large belly fold whilst the other expertly guided a vibrator in and out of her pussy. Rose was naked save for her sweat stained panties. The long, thick dildo swiped in and out of her gushing pussy. The fat woman was in such a state of ecstasy that she did not immediately notice her missing blanket or her roommate. Enni stood in horror at the scene below her, too afraid to move. "Aaaaahhhh!" Rose moaned as she came. Her back arched, crushing the mattress below her. With the heightened awareness that sexual release brought her, Rose finally noticed her roommate. Flopping back onto the mattress, not bothering to adjust her tits. "Ooohhh, Enni, did you want a turn?" She fished beside her, bringing out another, even larger dildo. "I know you could handle it." She winked, turning in the bed.

"Rose! Oh my god!" Enni jumped back, the realizations hitting her all at the same time. She tripped over a pile of garbage. Her pudgy body jiggled as she tripped ove rherself. To add insult to injury, Enni landed in a week old cake. Her chunky buttcheeks spread over the spongy breading and frosting. With a decidedly embarrassing splut, cake flew in all directions. Despite wearing shorts, Enni felt the confection sneak its way between her cheeks. "I'm so, so sorry! I had no idea." She scooted away, dragging more cake with her.

"Oooh stop." Rose said. Voice breathy from excess physical activity. "Totally normal for you to want a little girl-to-girl time" the obese woman winked, again trying to hand the vibrator over. "If you want, I could do it for you." She smiled, eyes half lidded. "Just got my own practice in."

"ROSE! GRRROOOOOSS!"