Flabby Halloween (A)
by Benny Mon
This is nothing special, but I wanted to write something Halloween-related in October. May do more with this setting, but for now, here you go.by Benny Mon
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Back in 2006, when Trish and I first attended these Halloween parties, we were still together. To be honest, we’d barely been dating long--it was our freshman year of college, and we’d only met the month before. After coffee dates and trips to the library, the Halloween party one of the coops threw felt like a big step in our relationship, its presentation to the world, and I was proud.
And horny. I’m white, but Trish is black, and I was into girls like her: curves in all the right places, hips and ass and tits, you know. I know it’s a stereotype, but Trish legit looked like this, and it drove me fucking nuts. I couldn’t believe a girl this hot would want to be with me, but she did. And she looked incredible that night of the Halloween party. She went for a Charlie’s Angels thing, leather pants and tight sleeveless top, and it hugged her in all the right places. Her tits and her ass were practically busting out of her clothes, and let me tell you: we didn’t sleep much that night.
Things were good for a while, but the problem was that Trish started to let herself go. That girl loved to eat, and she’d use her unlimited meal plan to the max--and then go out for a milkshake and a slice of pizza on Main Street. She’d show me pictures of herself in high school, and I saw that she wasn’t always this curvy. She started out pretty skinny, honestly. She’d grown, and she kept growing. By Christmas her tits and ass had been joined by a little belly, and that belly didn’t stay little for long. As she beefed up and I started to be less into her, it made me realize that we actually didn’t have much in common. We were in it for the fucking, and I didn’t want that so much anymore. We were broken up before the new semester started, and we lost touch. I didn’t see her all term or over the summer.
Trish did stay friends with the people at the co-op, though, so I saw her again at the next Halloween party. For some reason she went for the same costume, the Charlie’s Angels thing, and I’m almost tempted to say she wore the very same clothes, but I know better: those old clothes wouldn’t have fit by a long shot. She was even busting out of the new ones, but not in a good way. Her thighs and her ass were packed into the leather pants, and a new flabby ass shelf was jiggling above the pants themselves. Her belly was inescapable now, not just a cute, round little thing but the beginnings of a flabby apron that poked out a little below her shirt and wobbled when she moved back and forth between the balcony and the pizza table inside. Worst of all, while her tits had grown, she was getting this sideboob fat under her arms, which were also porking up. Trish wasn’t that tall, but she’d clearly gained a ton of weight. She must have been at least 200 pounds.
Which was crazy. I knew Trish loved to eat, and this wasn’t the first time she’d gained weight, but it was like she’d put on 75 pounds, maybe more. That was excessive, and I blamed the whole fat acceptance movement that was creeping onto campus at the time. It was big in some of the sororities, but it had a much wider effect, and I was convinced Trish had been brainwashed, convinced to indulge her worst vices. I was completely disgusted, and I avoided her throughout the party. I felt glad I’d dumped her at the beginning of the year.
2008 was even worse. She came as a firefighter, but her skimpy fire jacket was bursting at the seams, and nothing covered her now huge, cellulitic thighs and most of her ass. That ass was still remarkably round for its size, but it was so big it was starting to droop at the edges. Her arms were stuffed awkwardly into her sleeves, and her tits were so big they were ready to burst open the jacket. I will admit, that was sort of hot, but the rest of her body, probably over 300 pounds by now, drowned that out and filled me with disgust. The crazy thing was there were guys, multiple guys, practically lining up to make out with her at this party. She was hot shit, and they practically waited on her, bringing her as much pizza and beer as she asked for. And then she would get up and dance, setting that huge ass in motion and making her tits bounce so much I thought they’d fly out of her costume. I didn’t know how she stayed clothed or didn’t barf after all that pizza and beer. She was a machine. I was so fucking confused.
None of that compares to this year, though. Trish is so fucking fat I don’t even know how to guess her weight. 400 pounds? 500? I really have no idea. I do know that dancing is in the past for her, as are most costumes. She decided to dress up as Jasmine from Aladdin, and for good reason. She definitely needs those flowy pants to accommodate her tree trunk-ass legs, but her belly caught up and overtook them, and I doubt there’s a top out there that can contain it. I can see it over there right now, this massive, flabby thing, not round and shapely but wide and heavy and thick. Her tits are pretty enormous, too, and just barely contained by that green piece of fabric she wrapped around them.
She’s just sitting over there by the pizza table, stuffing slice after slice in her mouth and downing entire cups of beer in three gulps without breaking a sweat. She’s got some other girls with her too, maybe sorority sister or maybe just friends, and a dude I figure is her boyfriend, some black or maybe Latino guy. He keeps getting her more food and feeling her up, practically, massaging her belly or just cuddling her. Whatever: they can fucking have each other. I do think a lot about the Trish I knew when we started dating, that curvy hot thing who banged me every night till 3 am. How could she take that away from me? How could she ruin her life and turn into this? She doesn’t even seem to realize how bad it is, how flabby and awful she’s become, how she can’t even dance and has some pervert for a boyfriend. But I understand, I know what she’s turned into. It’s Halloween, and let me tell you, I am terrified.
