FLASH BACK

Part Two:
"Reunion"

Two teary eyed girls wave goodbye on a rainy early summer morning. Both fresh out of college, both off to begin their new lives as married, upper class wives and mothers. Of course they pledge to stay in touch, but soon decades of indifference and forgetfulness will leave each of them a little grayer, less innocent, and bursting through the seams of their respective muumuus.

Present day:

With Pamela's and Trisha's cheerleading squad days far behind, Trisha sits oozing across her sofa, eating a large pizza and sobbing into her vodka and oj. Her marriage is over. Ted is out with his young sexy secretary even as the little piggy snorts spring from Trisha as she hastily devours the pie with extra cheese and bacon. She's an FA's dream. 300 pounds, petite with long flowing golden curls. Middle age has ravaged the waistline of this early-40-something beauty. Her body is starved for sex, and stuffed with cottage cheese, and sweaty, juicy meat rolls. She struggles to her fat little feet and heads for a pint of Chunky Monkey, but is sidetracked to her bedroom. In the middle of a distant memory she wades through a sea of empty food containers, and dirty panties.

She pulls the old cheerleading uniform out of her closet. Holding the tiny skirt up against her big hefty bottom half, she sees it wouldn't even stretch around one of her massive thighs. Her full fatty lips begin to tremble and she runs to the kitchen, pound upon pound swaying and flopping uncontrollably. The refrigerator door flails open, and she hits her chubby knees, sending a shock wave through the entire house. Putting a giant turkey leg to her mouth, she eases back and the excess layers of meat on her ass envelopes the balls of her feet.

The glut fest continues on and on. Finally, sick and bloated she picks up the phone and dials the number she looked up some time ago, but hadn't called. Only a few rings before a familiar voice says... "Hello." The girls laugh a little and cry a little. After a long conversation It's decided that Trisha will go and stay with Pamela and Robert for a long visit. The next morning Trisha crams herself into her SUV, and nearly a hundred fast food drive-thrus, and a day later Trisha waddles to Pamela's door. Upon knocking, the door eventually creeks open, revealing roughly a 400 pound Pamela. She sets her eyes on the supersized version of Trisha. "Oh look at you!" they both exclaim, embracing the best the portly couple can.

The girls make their way upstairs, talking about the fun they're gonna have. "Oh, let's have a slumber party," Pamela suggests. Excitedly Trisha agrees. They slip into a couple plus sized teddys. They put on some music. Soon two enormous pairs of saggy breasts are quivering with laughter drooping nearly to the girls asses as they sit on Pamela's bed. "Lets PIG OUT!!!!!!"

Food and drink are flowing freely. Both the girls have consumed mass quantities of booze and fast food. Pamela is laid back, eating a double bacon cheeseburger, and receiving a pedicure. She moans out in pleasure. "Trisha, you have to try this."

"Ohhh.... let me have a bite." Now, Trisha is sitting on the far end of the bed with her back against the wall. Her legs are spread with Pamela's foot buried within the gut in between. Pamela retracts her foot, climbing awkwardly to all fours and approaching Trisha's open waiting mouth. As her breasts and gut press into Irisha's, the burger is shoved past Trisha's lips. "MMMM.... " she moans.

Pamela watches sauce dribble down Trisha's face. She leans in closer and licks Trisha's lips.

Instantly the girls start to kiss. Mountains of cellulite collide as the slip their tongues to one another, passing the beefy bits of cheeseburger back and forth. After an eternity of kissing Pam pulls back and begins gliding her hand up and down Trish's body, and in and out of the folds and pockets of fat. Pam whispers... "I've wanted this so so looong." Trish just lets out a low, orgasmic moan.

Months pass but the party never really ends. Every chance the girls get alone the stuffing and the glutting, and the passion, and the love making continue. Pamela is lying at Trisha's feet, massaging them, and nibbling on her fat, round little toes. She withdraws long enough to lovingly encourage Trisha to keep eating the bag of pastry before her. "Oh Pammy.......You're making me soooo fat!" Indeed Trish must have gained almost a hundred pounds in about five months.