~BBW (mult), ~~WG, Stuffing - Boyfriend of a (now) big, beautiful woman meets her bigger, beautiful family for the first time
Meeting The Family
by
Cylon_bob
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When Mari introduced me to her family, I had no idea what to expect. She'd told me little about her mom and sisters, and done a lot to keep us separate. Three years together, and I'd only seen pictures, old pictures.
Never knew why until that day.
She'd visited with them plenty on her own, which was good; it meant there'd be no lengthy explanation of what the hell happened to her feminine physique.
See, in the three years I've dated Mari, she's changed. Grown as a person, specifically, into a fatter one. I like to think it's because of my encouragement; at least once a day, I manage to get my thick-bodied, dramatically-curvaceous girlfriend overeating, indulging herself more than she should. In reality, I know, there's no way she didn't choose to let it happen, but I can pretend.
When we met, Mari was a tiny thing, deliciously curvy, but decidedly slender, a dimple-cheeked beauty with a liking for sweets and enough restraint to keep it in check. Three years later, she's as gorgeous as ever; she's got the dimples, got the sweet tooth, but the rest of that, the restraint especially, all of it's in the past.
Dating me, Mari's grown plush, plus-sized, and all that in the best way imaginable. The only thing still tiny about her is her height; she's packed on more weight than I could have hoped, adding blubber in all the best places. Her weight's better distributed than a teenage boy could have hoped. Her ass is huge, her tits are hypnotic, and there's just enough butter-soft puffery in between that you know she's all natural. Maybe a bit more than that.
Not all men would understand exactly why I kept the high-calorie treats in high supply while my classically-hot girlfriend was porking out big time, packing on pounds faster than a pregnant heifer, but it's simple enough.
See, as far as I'm concerned, there's nothing sexier than watching a woman blossoming into a soft-bodied goddess, and that's what happened. With a woman like Mari, every morning after a big meal is a show, seeing her fight with that brand fricking new, lacy effing bra that she just effing bought,' watching her wriggle, struggling to capture those fleshy globes in cups larger than a hat as her burgeoning back fat swallows the straps. I would watch these performances, and then I'd gave her a Hershey's as comfort, king-sized of course, always king-sized for my queen.
It's been a long game, but it's worked. She's eaten her way past chubby, through 'thick,' plumping up steadily, turning sexier with every extra piece of cake. That day in the car, at that point, she had one hell of a body, a fleshy, caramel-colored, Hawaiian hourglass, and I think we both knew that she was inching ever closer to graduating to a new stage, some unimaginable next level of impossibly fertile squishiness.
I was up to my usual 'tricks' that morning, trying to be sneaky, enabling her to eat too much. That morning, I'd made sure the car was fully stocked with chocolates. It's an entry-level move for guys like me, supplying the lady with chocolate and sitting back for the show as she eats away her stress, swallowing those feelings with extra nougat.
I expected her to nibble a bit, maybe get a bit crazy, openly indulge, tease me about how fat she's getting. That's how this usually works; she turns snacks into shows for me, making happy noises when the chocolate appears, eying me mischievously as she wrapped her delicate pink lips around the tasty treat, moaning when she eats, groaning when she realizes how much she ate.
That is the usual order of operations. She does that, accuses me of spoiling her, and teases me for trying to be tricksy. That day though, she found the first as soon as she was seated, then actively sought out and scarfed down twelve King-sized Snickers in the time it took me to get three miles from our apartment.
She made noises, gobbling up the chocolate, grunting like a pig and groaning softly when the weight of almost 6,000 calories settled inside her soft tummy. She bit her lip, but didn't stop searching, rifling through the glove box, the door compartments in search of more unnecessary sustenance.
I was a little freaked, to be honest, but I kept my calm. I'd seen Mari in some serious binges; she's more than a few times eaten pizza until her gut was too heavy to move. When she first realized how hot that got me, she started doing it purposely, asking me to get more food for her. But this wasn't that, she wasn't trying to turn me on, and god knows, after the lunch we'd just eaten, she wasn't hungry. I had to ask, "Are you... Okay?"
"Yeah, I'm just a little... Mmph..." She stopped, "Hey, could you do me a favor?" She asked, looking at me pleading, huge blue eyes and long, black lashes. I sighed, and she knew that was a yes, "Yay! Okay, can you pull in here? I'm craving some Mickey D's soft serve, okay?"
I pulled in, but I didn't order. I looked at my girlfriend. She's not a big girl, aside from her curves. Saying she's short exaggerated her height; she's 4'9, not even 'close to five foot,' and again, aside from a 40+ inch ass and a ripe pair of G cup breasts, she's not that big.
Not usually.
That moment was different. We'd had a big lunch, she had to use her pregnant-woman's-waddle getting to the car, and that was before her recent chocolate feast. Normally, she's fat, but curvy enough that 'big' seems the wrong word, but right that second, it was the only word for her. Her shirt was rolled over her tummy, her gut poured into her lap. She looked to have swallowed a watermelon, but she wanted more. I checked again, "You're sure. You really think you have room in this?" I reached to pat her belly; it felt like a rock.
"I'll make room. It's melty." She said, without hesitation, pursing her lips, "Screw it, get me two. I feel fat today."
"Today?" I snorted, "God, how much you're eating, just wait until tomorrow." I joked, pulling into the drive-through. I had reservations, but I'm always glad to help Mari give in to her fundamental gluttony.
Mari grimaced, "Ugh. God. Don't remind me. I'm already like, ten pounds heavier than I woke up, and we haven't even got to mama's house." She set her hands on the bloated dome of her tummy and frowned down at her body while I ordered. She sighed, "God. This is just the start, too." She tilted her head back, her eyes looked glassy, "Nnnngghh, and I'm about to eat so much..." she whined, like she had no choice
"Wait, what? What the hell are we doing here, then?"
Mari sighed, "Just... pull ahead. You'll figure it out."
I did as I was told, handed off the ice cream and did my best not to look. I focused on the voice of the GPS while Mari went all out. She dropped all pretense of propriety, or so the noises I heard suggested. It was hard not to look, but just the sound was sexy, and it might be bad taste to meet the family with a raging erection.
All I knew about her family was that she was the skinny one. She maintained her Mama was an inch shorter and almost twice her weight, which I had to believe could only be true seventy pounds ago. Mari's height means that at 169 pounds, she's thicker than my 212 pound ex. That mama stood shorter than a 12 year old, yet weighed more than an average NFL player seemed hard to believe
My certainty on that took a pretty serious hit just from the size of the sister who answered the door, grinning, "You must be Danny!" She beamed, grabbing me in for a hug, wrapping her wobbling, deceptively-strong arms around my waist and pulling me into the soft mass of herself. She stepped back with a grin, happy to say, "You're the one Mari's been dating for ages but won't introduce!" She could barely contain her joy at letting me know, "I don't know a dang thing about you!"
I needed a second to reboot, the woman in front of me was taller than Mari, and so much wider. She took up the entire door frame with her plush, doughy body. Her clothes didn't exactly flatter her, but it's hard to flatter a figure like that, with no discernable waistline, all convex curves and rippling rolls.
There was some family resemblance between the two, if you imagined Mari's face swollen into a triple-chinned sphere and her soft, barely-visible waist replaced with a billowing apron of wobbling meat that hung down, peeking from beneath her shirt. It was something in the eyes, maybe, or the subtle curve of her lip. I couldn't be sure, but it was in the face.
I realized she was waiting for me to respond. I stuttered, "N-no? Well, uh, I'm kind of in the same b-boat! You're, uh..." I wracked my brain to recall the names and childhood pictures Mari had shown me, but they'd all been thin then, "You're the, uh... the younger"
"Older."
"Older, older sister, so that means you're..." I wasn't sure, Mari'd given me this run-through when we first started dating, three long years ago. I wasn't sure, I think my voice raised an octave with nerves, but, "Su?"
She laughed with her whole body, by which I mean there wasn't a visible inch of her massive body that didn't quiver with mirth, "Got there in the end! Come on in! Meet the rest of us!"
She shifted her bulk to let us through, her huge smile growing broader still as Mari passed through. She playfully nudged her sister, "Hey, look at you! Looking good!"
"That all you got to say?" Mari grunted, face distorted with discomfort, clutching her overstuffed gut.
Su's response, you'd think she expected that rudeness. She shrugged with a satisfied half-smile, "Eh. For now. Probably more later."
Mari wasn't so amused, "I'm sure. Where's Luana?"
Su snorted, "You get three guesses." She arched an incredulous eyebrow, "And if your first is anything other than 'the kitchen,' I'm disowning your skinny ass."
Mari nodded, eyes rolling, "Of course. Mama's in bed?"
Su gave her a look of mock disbelief, "It's almost like you... You know us!"
That broke Mari's ill temper. She snorted, shaking her head, and reaching out for a hug. "It's good to see you too." Breaking apart, she had a knowing expression, like she could read her sister's mind, "Kitchen first?"
"Either that or we go hungry tonight because Lu's fat ass finished it all off."
Mari laughed, "Yeah right. I grew up in this place, I know how stupid huge our family meals are."
Su's face wrinkled, "Yeah, but you don't know how stupid huge Luana's gotten."
We followed the big, bouncing belly into the kitchen, where every surface was weighed down with treats and all the seating was triple wide and extra-reinforced. Taking up two of the wide stools with her gut keeping her two or three feet back from the table in front of her was a woman actually fatter than Su, a potbellied pear of a woman with a chocolate-stained face. Her mouth was full, but she gestured, excited for Mari to come closer. This was Luana, I could see the resemblance in this one, but that was only that Luana had curves, specifically, an ass the width of a bus, and I'm still not certain that's an exaggeration.
The instant Mari was in arm's reach, Luana's hand shot out, grabbing roughly at my girlfriend's plentiful fluff. Mari rolled her eyes as Luana sunk her chubby fingers deep into her plushy tummy, moaning happily, swallowing hard as her exploring brought her to the overpacked bulge of Mari's belly. Her eyes got wide, shocked almost, and her happy tone agreed with that, "Oh my god!" She squealed, "Mari! Areyou..."
Mari snorted, pushing away her sister's insistent groping, "No." She said, "I just... I had kind of a big meal a bit ago."
"Aw." Luana snorted, disappointed, and you could almost see the idea coming together in her head, "Wait. Big meal, like..." She looked to me to verify, "Like, big big?" I didn't answer, but apparently, breaking eye contact is affirmative. Luana had a look of glee in her eye, "Oh my god, Mari, tell me you didn't stuff your face to stop me from making fun of you. Tell me you didn't do that. You poor, sad woman, please tell me you didn't stuff your belly full of fast food to make think you'd gotten proper chubby!"
Mari slumped, "I just thought"
"Thought what, I'd give you a break because you look knocked up? Mari, Mari, Mari, I love you, but as long as you stay skinny, I'm going to make fun of you!" Luana cackled, "You're great, I love you, but for god's sake, you beautiful, bony bitch, eat a dang cheeseburger!"
I stepped in, "Trust me. She's had a few already."
"Yeah, well, I don't care; she's not getting out of dinner!" Luana chuckled. She nodded my direction,. "I'm just glad I don't have to kill your boyfriend; I'm medium-sure my ass is glued to this spot right now, it would be way too much trouble to murder you." She glared, but sounded almost gleeful, so amused by herself, "Wed, then bed her, Danny boy!"
"Yeah, because you're so virginal." Mari snorted.
Luana looked into the distance, pouting, feigning innocence, I don't know what you're talking about.
"Bitch, we've caught you in the act, more than once, Mari argued, rolling her eyes, and you're gonna call me out for being promiscuous?"
Su snickered, "Seriously, Lu, come on. Just..." She shook her head, "Three words: Marriott, Florida, spa."
Luana turned red instantly, "That... I was..." She scoffed, "I was having a hard time, okay?"
"I'll say!" Mari laughed, "Somehow, your fat ass managed to get two hard times going on, if I remember right!"
"Well, I mean, there were definitely two men in there," Su agreed, "but I feel like I remember one of them making an escape somewhere in the middle of it all."
"Huh." Mused Mari, "Wonder what happened there?"
Su was getting into this, "That was last... November, right? Yeah, 'cause you'd just found out you were bigger than me." She pursed her lips, "My bet, little lardy Lu-Lu wasn't looking so tidy downstairs. Freaked him out." She leered, grabbing the drooping flesh of her sister's gut, "You can't even reach around all this to shave anymore, can you? I know you can't see it without a mirror. Poor guy was just afraid he'd get lost in the jungle!"
Luana scowled, "Ugh, don't be gross. I wax."
Su squeaked, realizing "Oh my god. You <i>sat</i> on him!" Luana went quiet, "Oh my god, that's it, isn't it?" She laughed, "Ugh, the poor guy, he's getting all hot and bothered, it's probably his first threesome, then all of a sudden, oh my god, he can't move, he can't breathe, he's being smothered by a lazy slut with too much junk in her trunk!"
"Okay, first of all!" Luana bit back, "All this I have happening in the downstairs area, this is too much for 'junk in the trunk.' I am a fricking dump truck, okay, get it right."
Su couldn't have been happier, "So that's that beeping I keep hearing! Come on, do us a favor and walk forward, wide load!"
Luana scowled, "Second, it wasn't my fault, I'd just come back from dinner. We got busy, and suddenly, he couldn't get out from underneath me, and I couldn't bend in the middle to get off of him!"
Mari snorted, "Dangers of being a jumbo-sized, belly-stuffing slut: you might strangle a random hotel worker because your fat, piggy butt couldn't say no to another bowl of breadsticks. What were you saying about how I should be keeping my virtue, again?"
Luana scowled, "Okay, first off, what I said was 'wed, then bed.' Last I checked, a massage table isn't a bed!" She saw the glee in her sisters' faces and rushed to silence them, panic rising in her voice now she was in their sights, "Look, it's whatever, okay, it's not important! Point is: you're not married; don't make babies; boom, end of subject, moving on!"
I stepped up, "Actually" but I cut short when Mari's hand squeezed tight; this wasn't the time and place.
by
Cylon_bob
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When Mari introduced me to her family, I had no idea what to expect. She'd told me little about her mom and sisters, and done a lot to keep us separate. Three years together, and I'd only seen pictures, old pictures.
Never knew why until that day.
She'd visited with them plenty on her own, which was good; it meant there'd be no lengthy explanation of what the hell happened to her feminine physique.
See, in the three years I've dated Mari, she's changed. Grown as a person, specifically, into a fatter one. I like to think it's because of my encouragement; at least once a day, I manage to get my thick-bodied, dramatically-curvaceous girlfriend overeating, indulging herself more than she should. In reality, I know, there's no way she didn't choose to let it happen, but I can pretend.
When we met, Mari was a tiny thing, deliciously curvy, but decidedly slender, a dimple-cheeked beauty with a liking for sweets and enough restraint to keep it in check. Three years later, she's as gorgeous as ever; she's got the dimples, got the sweet tooth, but the rest of that, the restraint especially, all of it's in the past.
Dating me, Mari's grown plush, plus-sized, and all that in the best way imaginable. The only thing still tiny about her is her height; she's packed on more weight than I could have hoped, adding blubber in all the best places. Her weight's better distributed than a teenage boy could have hoped. Her ass is huge, her tits are hypnotic, and there's just enough butter-soft puffery in between that you know she's all natural. Maybe a bit more than that.
Not all men would understand exactly why I kept the high-calorie treats in high supply while my classically-hot girlfriend was porking out big time, packing on pounds faster than a pregnant heifer, but it's simple enough.
See, as far as I'm concerned, there's nothing sexier than watching a woman blossoming into a soft-bodied goddess, and that's what happened. With a woman like Mari, every morning after a big meal is a show, seeing her fight with that brand fricking new, lacy effing bra that she just effing bought,' watching her wriggle, struggling to capture those fleshy globes in cups larger than a hat as her burgeoning back fat swallows the straps. I would watch these performances, and then I'd gave her a Hershey's as comfort, king-sized of course, always king-sized for my queen.
It's been a long game, but it's worked. She's eaten her way past chubby, through 'thick,' plumping up steadily, turning sexier with every extra piece of cake. That day in the car, at that point, she had one hell of a body, a fleshy, caramel-colored, Hawaiian hourglass, and I think we both knew that she was inching ever closer to graduating to a new stage, some unimaginable next level of impossibly fertile squishiness.
I was up to my usual 'tricks' that morning, trying to be sneaky, enabling her to eat too much. That morning, I'd made sure the car was fully stocked with chocolates. It's an entry-level move for guys like me, supplying the lady with chocolate and sitting back for the show as she eats away her stress, swallowing those feelings with extra nougat.
I expected her to nibble a bit, maybe get a bit crazy, openly indulge, tease me about how fat she's getting. That's how this usually works; she turns snacks into shows for me, making happy noises when the chocolate appears, eying me mischievously as she wrapped her delicate pink lips around the tasty treat, moaning when she eats, groaning when she realizes how much she ate.
That is the usual order of operations. She does that, accuses me of spoiling her, and teases me for trying to be tricksy. That day though, she found the first as soon as she was seated, then actively sought out and scarfed down twelve King-sized Snickers in the time it took me to get three miles from our apartment.
She made noises, gobbling up the chocolate, grunting like a pig and groaning softly when the weight of almost 6,000 calories settled inside her soft tummy. She bit her lip, but didn't stop searching, rifling through the glove box, the door compartments in search of more unnecessary sustenance.
I was a little freaked, to be honest, but I kept my calm. I'd seen Mari in some serious binges; she's more than a few times eaten pizza until her gut was too heavy to move. When she first realized how hot that got me, she started doing it purposely, asking me to get more food for her. But this wasn't that, she wasn't trying to turn me on, and god knows, after the lunch we'd just eaten, she wasn't hungry. I had to ask, "Are you... Okay?"
"Yeah, I'm just a little... Mmph..." She stopped, "Hey, could you do me a favor?" She asked, looking at me pleading, huge blue eyes and long, black lashes. I sighed, and she knew that was a yes, "Yay! Okay, can you pull in here? I'm craving some Mickey D's soft serve, okay?"
I pulled in, but I didn't order. I looked at my girlfriend. She's not a big girl, aside from her curves. Saying she's short exaggerated her height; she's 4'9, not even 'close to five foot,' and again, aside from a 40+ inch ass and a ripe pair of G cup breasts, she's not that big.
Not usually.
That moment was different. We'd had a big lunch, she had to use her pregnant-woman's-waddle getting to the car, and that was before her recent chocolate feast. Normally, she's fat, but curvy enough that 'big' seems the wrong word, but right that second, it was the only word for her. Her shirt was rolled over her tummy, her gut poured into her lap. She looked to have swallowed a watermelon, but she wanted more. I checked again, "You're sure. You really think you have room in this?" I reached to pat her belly; it felt like a rock.
"I'll make room. It's melty." She said, without hesitation, pursing her lips, "Screw it, get me two. I feel fat today."
"Today?" I snorted, "God, how much you're eating, just wait until tomorrow." I joked, pulling into the drive-through. I had reservations, but I'm always glad to help Mari give in to her fundamental gluttony.
Mari grimaced, "Ugh. God. Don't remind me. I'm already like, ten pounds heavier than I woke up, and we haven't even got to mama's house." She set her hands on the bloated dome of her tummy and frowned down at her body while I ordered. She sighed, "God. This is just the start, too." She tilted her head back, her eyes looked glassy, "Nnnngghh, and I'm about to eat so much..." she whined, like she had no choice
"Wait, what? What the hell are we doing here, then?"
Mari sighed, "Just... pull ahead. You'll figure it out."
I did as I was told, handed off the ice cream and did my best not to look. I focused on the voice of the GPS while Mari went all out. She dropped all pretense of propriety, or so the noises I heard suggested. It was hard not to look, but just the sound was sexy, and it might be bad taste to meet the family with a raging erection.
All I knew about her family was that she was the skinny one. She maintained her Mama was an inch shorter and almost twice her weight, which I had to believe could only be true seventy pounds ago. Mari's height means that at 169 pounds, she's thicker than my 212 pound ex. That mama stood shorter than a 12 year old, yet weighed more than an average NFL player seemed hard to believe
My certainty on that took a pretty serious hit just from the size of the sister who answered the door, grinning, "You must be Danny!" She beamed, grabbing me in for a hug, wrapping her wobbling, deceptively-strong arms around my waist and pulling me into the soft mass of herself. She stepped back with a grin, happy to say, "You're the one Mari's been dating for ages but won't introduce!" She could barely contain her joy at letting me know, "I don't know a dang thing about you!"
I needed a second to reboot, the woman in front of me was taller than Mari, and so much wider. She took up the entire door frame with her plush, doughy body. Her clothes didn't exactly flatter her, but it's hard to flatter a figure like that, with no discernable waistline, all convex curves and rippling rolls.
There was some family resemblance between the two, if you imagined Mari's face swollen into a triple-chinned sphere and her soft, barely-visible waist replaced with a billowing apron of wobbling meat that hung down, peeking from beneath her shirt. It was something in the eyes, maybe, or the subtle curve of her lip. I couldn't be sure, but it was in the face.
I realized she was waiting for me to respond. I stuttered, "N-no? Well, uh, I'm kind of in the same b-boat! You're, uh..." I wracked my brain to recall the names and childhood pictures Mari had shown me, but they'd all been thin then, "You're the, uh... the younger"
"Older."
"Older, older sister, so that means you're..." I wasn't sure, Mari'd given me this run-through when we first started dating, three long years ago. I wasn't sure, I think my voice raised an octave with nerves, but, "Su?"
She laughed with her whole body, by which I mean there wasn't a visible inch of her massive body that didn't quiver with mirth, "Got there in the end! Come on in! Meet the rest of us!"
She shifted her bulk to let us through, her huge smile growing broader still as Mari passed through. She playfully nudged her sister, "Hey, look at you! Looking good!"
"That all you got to say?" Mari grunted, face distorted with discomfort, clutching her overstuffed gut.
Su's response, you'd think she expected that rudeness. She shrugged with a satisfied half-smile, "Eh. For now. Probably more later."
Mari wasn't so amused, "I'm sure. Where's Luana?"
Su snorted, "You get three guesses." She arched an incredulous eyebrow, "And if your first is anything other than 'the kitchen,' I'm disowning your skinny ass."
Mari nodded, eyes rolling, "Of course. Mama's in bed?"
Su gave her a look of mock disbelief, "It's almost like you... You know us!"
That broke Mari's ill temper. She snorted, shaking her head, and reaching out for a hug. "It's good to see you too." Breaking apart, she had a knowing expression, like she could read her sister's mind, "Kitchen first?"
"Either that or we go hungry tonight because Lu's fat ass finished it all off."
Mari laughed, "Yeah right. I grew up in this place, I know how stupid huge our family meals are."
Su's face wrinkled, "Yeah, but you don't know how stupid huge Luana's gotten."
We followed the big, bouncing belly into the kitchen, where every surface was weighed down with treats and all the seating was triple wide and extra-reinforced. Taking up two of the wide stools with her gut keeping her two or three feet back from the table in front of her was a woman actually fatter than Su, a potbellied pear of a woman with a chocolate-stained face. Her mouth was full, but she gestured, excited for Mari to come closer. This was Luana, I could see the resemblance in this one, but that was only that Luana had curves, specifically, an ass the width of a bus, and I'm still not certain that's an exaggeration.
The instant Mari was in arm's reach, Luana's hand shot out, grabbing roughly at my girlfriend's plentiful fluff. Mari rolled her eyes as Luana sunk her chubby fingers deep into her plushy tummy, moaning happily, swallowing hard as her exploring brought her to the overpacked bulge of Mari's belly. Her eyes got wide, shocked almost, and her happy tone agreed with that, "Oh my god!" She squealed, "Mari! Areyou..."
Mari snorted, pushing away her sister's insistent groping, "No." She said, "I just... I had kind of a big meal a bit ago."
"Aw." Luana snorted, disappointed, and you could almost see the idea coming together in her head, "Wait. Big meal, like..." She looked to me to verify, "Like, big big?" I didn't answer, but apparently, breaking eye contact is affirmative. Luana had a look of glee in her eye, "Oh my god, Mari, tell me you didn't stuff your face to stop me from making fun of you. Tell me you didn't do that. You poor, sad woman, please tell me you didn't stuff your belly full of fast food to make think you'd gotten proper chubby!"
Mari slumped, "I just thought"
"Thought what, I'd give you a break because you look knocked up? Mari, Mari, Mari, I love you, but as long as you stay skinny, I'm going to make fun of you!" Luana cackled, "You're great, I love you, but for god's sake, you beautiful, bony bitch, eat a dang cheeseburger!"
I stepped in, "Trust me. She's had a few already."
"Yeah, well, I don't care; she's not getting out of dinner!" Luana chuckled. She nodded my direction,. "I'm just glad I don't have to kill your boyfriend; I'm medium-sure my ass is glued to this spot right now, it would be way too much trouble to murder you." She glared, but sounded almost gleeful, so amused by herself, "Wed, then bed her, Danny boy!"
"Yeah, because you're so virginal." Mari snorted.
Luana looked into the distance, pouting, feigning innocence, I don't know what you're talking about.
"Bitch, we've caught you in the act, more than once, Mari argued, rolling her eyes, and you're gonna call me out for being promiscuous?"
Su snickered, "Seriously, Lu, come on. Just..." She shook her head, "Three words: Marriott, Florida, spa."
Luana turned red instantly, "That... I was..." She scoffed, "I was having a hard time, okay?"
"I'll say!" Mari laughed, "Somehow, your fat ass managed to get two hard times going on, if I remember right!"
"Well, I mean, there were definitely two men in there," Su agreed, "but I feel like I remember one of them making an escape somewhere in the middle of it all."
"Huh." Mused Mari, "Wonder what happened there?"
Su was getting into this, "That was last... November, right? Yeah, 'cause you'd just found out you were bigger than me." She pursed her lips, "My bet, little lardy Lu-Lu wasn't looking so tidy downstairs. Freaked him out." She leered, grabbing the drooping flesh of her sister's gut, "You can't even reach around all this to shave anymore, can you? I know you can't see it without a mirror. Poor guy was just afraid he'd get lost in the jungle!"
Luana scowled, "Ugh, don't be gross. I wax."
Su squeaked, realizing "Oh my god. You <i>sat</i> on him!" Luana went quiet, "Oh my god, that's it, isn't it?" She laughed, "Ugh, the poor guy, he's getting all hot and bothered, it's probably his first threesome, then all of a sudden, oh my god, he can't move, he can't breathe, he's being smothered by a lazy slut with too much junk in her trunk!"
"Okay, first of all!" Luana bit back, "All this I have happening in the downstairs area, this is too much for 'junk in the trunk.' I am a fricking dump truck, okay, get it right."
Su couldn't have been happier, "So that's that beeping I keep hearing! Come on, do us a favor and walk forward, wide load!"
Luana scowled, "Second, it wasn't my fault, I'd just come back from dinner. We got busy, and suddenly, he couldn't get out from underneath me, and I couldn't bend in the middle to get off of him!"
Mari snorted, "Dangers of being a jumbo-sized, belly-stuffing slut: you might strangle a random hotel worker because your fat, piggy butt couldn't say no to another bowl of breadsticks. What were you saying about how I should be keeping my virtue, again?"
Luana scowled, "Okay, first off, what I said was 'wed, then bed.' Last I checked, a massage table isn't a bed!" She saw the glee in her sisters' faces and rushed to silence them, panic rising in her voice now she was in their sights, "Look, it's whatever, okay, it's not important! Point is: you're not married; don't make babies; boom, end of subject, moving on!"
I stepped up, "Actually" but I cut short when Mari's hand squeezed tight; this wasn't the time and place.
