~BBW (Multiple) Eating, Stuckage, ~MWG - Denise and Jackie get involved in a contest to prove the other the fattest and forget about their own girth
Denise and Jackie were two sisters. Despite Denise being two years older than her young sister, the pair had remained good friends. Denise, at 19, was fresh out of school. She sported a pretty, yet round face, and was ladened with long, bouncy brown hair. Her body was a gorgeous hourglass shape, making Denise a pretty site to behold.
Jackie was 18, still in school. She too, was very attactive, and while her body wasn't so shapely as her older sister's, she still had a physique to admire. She sported a cute smile with brown hair and blonde streaks. Both girls were good friends, although they often fought as all siblings
do.
Jackie had felt a little lonely when her older sister graduated from school, but eventually learnt to accept it.
Denise on the otherhand, was living free. She was constantly going out with friends, enjoying her last big break. She planned to travel overseas for 3 months to study for her course in fashion, before planning to settle down as a designer. Denise was much more serious than her sister, who was a little ditzy. Nonetheless, the setup for this story begins when Denise begins to put on a little weight.......
"Bye guys! I'll miss you heaps!" waved Denise as she hugged her family goodbye. Her flight was about to leave.
"Oh, my baby girl's all grown up!" wailed her mother, pulling her into a tight hug.
"Mum, c'mon! I'll be fine." giggled Denise.
"See ya, sis!" perked Jackie, giving her sister a hug, "Bring me back something."
Denise winked at her before swinging her bag over her shoulder and walking down the tunnel.
Dureing the long flight Denise felt a little wedged in the narrow coach seat. She couldn't stop thinking about rheter she had put on some weight. Denise hated the thought of fatness, always exercising to keep herself in shape.
However, since school's breakup, she had filled out a little as most kids do.
For background, Denise had been a little chubby when she was a little girl, and her sister often taunted her about it. She came out of the chubby cocoon through puberty, developing by traditional standards a beautiful body. She was a little bottom heavy, her hips had always been somewhat wider than the rest of her body, but basically she was acceptably good looking.
Denise's weight problem as a child left her with a serious denial problem. Throughout her teenage years, her weight had gone up and down, and although at no stage was she fat, she still became very defensive when someone brought up her size. She managed to push her body issues to the back of her mind, often ignoring them altogether.
Now, however, as she sat in her plane seat silently, she couldn't stop staring at her thighs. They were squashed together in the seat, and Denise's slightly round bum was uncomfortably restricted by her tiny seat. It was going to be a long flight.
When Denise arrived to her hotel room on the other side of the world, the first thing she did was hurl her jet-lagged body onto her cream coloured bed.
"Uhhhh...." she moaned, her eyes felt so heavy. Slowly she drifted to sleep.
Over the next few weeks, Denise barely stoped to consider her body again. She was so busy studying, she barely had time for anything else. The lack of physical activity was taking its toll on her body, as she began to expand even more. Now Denise was a smart girl, but one thing she couldn't (or wouldn't) do was cook for herself. As a result, she found herself ordering take away food every night.
Denise's weight gain was initially centered around her inflating bum and thighs. Her fattening pair of thighs and butt cheeks was joined by her now soft tummy. Her belly began to bulge over her pants, which were becoming harder and harder to button up. But she refused to acknowledge this.
"I'm too tired....." she would say, "I'll just get chinese food....."
She was getting fatter and fatter. And since she couldn't buy new clothes, she was restricted to her now too small clothes she had packed. The other girls at her fashion class had noticed her gain, but never brought it up, which let Denise remain wilfully oblivious.
She woke up on the day of her trip home with a big headache. Her sleep had been rough.
"Crap! My flight leaves in an hour!" Denise suddenly noticed the clock.
She stumbled out of bed and stuffed her body into her shorts. She couldn't help noticing how tight they were, constricting her plump thighs.
"Huh? Why are these so tight?" she thought, struggling to stuff her bloated, soft buns into them. Her perky, round buns were proving troublesome, her butt had gotten so big that her pants now couldn't cover all her rear, leaving her massive ass crack exposed. Try as she might, Denise couldn't button them. Her tubby gut stood between the flaps, which were so far apart
Denise could only just make them touch. After a struggle, they were closed, but her breathing was laboured by the tightness of her shorts. Her waist was binded tightly, causing red marks to encircle her soft middle.
"Hmm......Ah well......" she said, realising she had to get a move on. She packed her bags and darted off.
Denise had gotten so plump that she found it hard to run, her out of shape constricted body bouncing and wobblying as she did so, not giving her lungs roomto expand.
"I'm not fat." she mumbled under her breath. But the seat all the way on the long trip home was noticeably more confining. She had in fact picked up around twenty pounds.
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Denise walked up the front steps of her house. She was a little shocked her parents hadn't come to the airport to pick her up, but shrugged it off, she was too excited to see them. She knocked on the door, wondering if they would notice her weight gain. Even though she continued to tell herself she hadn't gained that much weight.
"Coming!" came a voice. It was Jackie.
Denise heard the fumbling of keys before the door opened. Both their eyes bulged. Jackie it turned out had put on weight too. The pair stood stunned for a second, shocked at each other's fatness.
"Hey sis!" Denise broke the silence.
"Denise!" the pair hugged awkwardly. Their massive breasts restricted them from hugging too close. Jackie looked a little doughy all over. Her tanned brown tummy poked out from beneath her over tight shirt, which was packed with Jackie's heaving boobs.
"Come on then, mum and dad are out the back! We missed you heaps!" said Jackie, who started for the back door. Denise followed her lead.
"Yeah, I missed you guys too." replied Denise, distracted by her little sister's exposed bum crack. She noticed the tanline of where her pants used to sit, but now Jackie's white butt was pouring out over the top of her trackpants. The two girls entered the backyard where their parents sat.
"Look who's home!" cried Jackie, smiling.
Denise noticed her parents give her a strange look, obviously noticing their daughter's weight gain, before exploding in happy greetings.
"Oh my baby girl!" cried her mother again, she was such a typical mum, thought Denise.
Her mum had been able to slowly adjust to Jackie getting fat, since she saw it happen gradually. But she never expected her sophisticated older daughter to blow up like she had, she thought Denise was past her chubby years. Not that her mum minded, afterall, she was a little heavy and was at Denise's age too. She now would have to get used to having two overweight daughters.
*******
Now Jackie and Denise had always been competitive. With both of them now fat and in denial, both planned to confront the other. They were typical teenage girls, hating fatness because that was expected and always worried about the size of their bums. Denise had always cringed at the thought of having a big bum, and now that she had one, it had pushed her into complete denial. Jackie was a little more leniant with her weight gain; she wasn't in denial but was a little naive of its extent.
The two shared a bedroom, and spent the rest of the afternoon catching up. Denise tipped her suitcase contents onto her bed while Jackie lay on her bed holding a teddy.
"So what happened on your trip?" probed Jackie.
"Not a lot, I was so busy."
"Doing what?" nagged Jackie.
"Oh just work and stuff." said Denise.
Jackie was searching for a way to bring up her big sister's weight. She spotted the red marks on Denise's oozing waist where her pants dug into her.
"Those pants look pretty tight." teased Jackie.
Denise was quick to respond, "So do yours. Are you saying I'm fat?"
"Are you saying you're not?" sniggered Jackie.
Denise's mouth hit the floor, "I am not fat!"
She defensively grabbed her sister's pudgy tummy. "You've gotten a little porky yourself."
"Nu uh!" whined Jackie.
"Don't try and tell me I'm fat just to hide your flabbiness, tubby girl!"
Jackie fumed, "But you ARE fat! What did you do all holidays? Eat?!"
"You're fat! I have not gotten bigger!" said Denise proudly. Jackie could see she was sucking her gut in.
"Whatever, fatty bum!" said Jackie before leaving the room, tossing her blondy brown hair behind her.
*******
Over the next few weeks the pair continued to gain weight. Denise's mother thought that her eldest daughter would slim down after adjusting back to her usual eating patterns. Thus was not the case. Denise got plumper and plumper, especially in the bum. Her midriff was wide, pudgy and wobbly. Her thighs and hips had porked up with her buttocks leading the way. Her fat buns gotten wider, rounder, fatter and softer as Denise ate more and more.
Jackie naively also stuffed her chubby face and was getting much wider in her boobs, tummy and hips. Both remained in denial of their weight, especially Denise.
One afternoon, Denise was helping herself to a piece of chocolate cake her mum had made. Jackie sat at the kitchen table watching her puffy sister cut herself a generous slice.
Denise waddled over and sat down with her, licking the icing off her fingers as she did. Her expanding bottom hit the chair with a plonk, sending ripples through her soft belly rolls. Her white button down shirt stretched tight across her plump breasts and tummy. Denise daintly began to eat her cake, spreading chocolate all over her big lips.
"Good cake?" asked Jackie
.
"Mmmmm." muffled Denise.
"It's going straight to that big fat bum of yours." laughed Jackie.
"Shut up, tubby." replied Denise.
Jackie was unaffected, "You must be like a million kilos by now, eh?"
Denise's face went bright red. She looked down to see her enormous hips spreading over the edges of her chair. Her gut sat in three rolls in her lap, and behind her, her perky butt was exposed at the top. The girl's mother entered.
"Mum, Jackie said I had a fat bum." said Denise behind a mouthful of cake.
Their mother said nothing.
"She said I was tubby!" added Jackie.
"Why don't you girls go for a walk to clear your heads. Maybe even jog." their mum sounded a little forceful.
"I guess we can, "said Jackie, "It'll give Denise a chance to shed some fat off that ass."
"My bum isn't big!"
The two girls argued out the front door.
"Why did Mum want us to walk so bad?" asked Denise.
"Because you, my lovely sister, are too fat!" laughed Jackie.
"I am not fat! Besides, you're more than a little chubby....." protested Denise defensively.
"Oh sure, is that why you're wearing jeans jogging.....that button loooks like it's hanging on for dear life, mind you!"
Denise's heart skipped a beat. She knew her jeans were the only pants that still fit, and they too were very uncomfortable.
"Shut up! You're wearing trackpants!"
Jackie ignored her, "I bet those jeans are the only pants you can fit around your big fat bum!"
"Shut up!" Denise was getting quite angry, her face blushed red as she fiddled with the button to relieve some of the stress. The pants were cutting uncomfortably into her squishy hips, a red mark encircling her widening waist. Denise had gotten so fat. Her rounded tummy bulged out in front of her, with her inflating breasts joining it. Her love handles were even more prominant due to her tight jeans, which were straining hard to contain her plump hips and chunky thighs.
But it was to her bum that most of her excess flab had gone. Her bloated bottom stuck out so far behind her, bouncing and wobblying as she walked. Denise had remained very much in denial about her weight gain. She got butterflies whenever she had a lapse of insecurity. The thought of being fat made her feel very nervous. Whenever it had been brought up, she had become very defensive, refusing to admit she had packed on the pounds. Despite realising deep down she had put on a little blubber, she was oblivious to the fact she had gotten well and truly overweight.
Jackie's middle similarly had filled up too, a considerable belly roll bulging over the waistband of her trackies. Her boobs strained at her tight scarlet t-shirt, and behind, her butt crack was exposed. Jackie's rump had gotten more wide than fat, accumulating a lot of flesh on her hips. In any account, both girls had gotten very overweight.
They began to waddle down the road. While they had intended to jog, they were both so out of shape that it was very difficult. They followed a winding downhill roaded through their quiet, forested town, before reaching their local park. This had been a good hang out for the girls. Playing in the playground set, before kicking a football around once they were a little older. That was of course before they had gotten plump. If they were to try and kick a ball now, they would probably go off balance.
"Ahh, I love this park." said Jackie, sitting on a bench.
Denise stood with her hands on her hips, panting.
"You tired all ready fatso?" taunted Jackie.
"Shut up, I have heaps of energy left. Beside, with your fat, you should be more puffed out then me." huffed Denise.
"Do you see me panting?" asked Jackie, "Besides, You're fatter, you're in denial."
"You're probably hiding your panting.....and I am not in denial because I am not fat!" contradicted Denise.
Jackie was getting a little testy. Her big sister refused to believe she was a porker. How could she prove it? They had already gone walking, and Denise had survived that. Jackie sat in thought.
"Remember when we used to play follow the leader?" said Denise, staring longingly at the play equipment.
An idea struck in Jackie's head. Seeing all those obstacles, there must be something that would prove Denise's fatness.
"Yeah, let's play for old time's sake!" said Jackie.
The sisters walked over to the playground and sat on a little platform.
"Ok, I'll be the leader first." said Jackie, "You gotta keep up with me."
"Easy." puffed Denise.
Jackie smiled, "Let's make it interesting."
"I'm listening."
"Well, if you CAN'T complete any obstacles I set, you gotta admit you've packed on the pounds."
Denise scowled at her little sister, but didn't dare back down
.
"You're on." agreed Denise. This was a chance to get her sister off her back.
Jackie mapped out a path in her mind around the set. She was confident there must be one challenge Denise couldn't complete because of her size. She didn't, however, consider her own abilities.
"Challenge number one." said Jackie, "The flying fox."
They strolled over to the little flying fox, which was completely horizontal and about five metres between the two platforms on either side. It stood just out of the girl's reach, as Jackie jumped up and grabbed the handle for the flying fox. Her movements were awkward and restricted by her excess flab. Her arms holding onto the bar meant her shirt slid up. Denise watched as her sister's chubby body clumsily flew across the flying fox. Jackie stepped off onto the other side.
"Hmph...." she gasped, tugging her shirt back down. Her face was red from exertion.
"Your turn." Jackie said as she pushed the handle back across its track to the other side, where Denise stood biting her lip.
"If she can do it, I can." concluded Denise, before trying to jump up and grab the handle. She missed and hit the platform with a thud. Shockwaves were sent through her tubby belly.
"C'mon fatso!" taunted Jackie.
Her sister's taunts fuelled Denise, as she once again leapt up and this time grabbed the handle.
"Mmph!" she struggled, as she pushed herself off the platform. The flying fox left slowly, before stopping in the middle, leaving Denise hanging there. She kicked her fat legs, trying to get some momentum. Her shirt rode up to reveal practically all her tummy. Her deep belly button and pale skin was exposed as her little sister waddled over to her.
"You can't give up now, tubby guts!" she giggled, pinching Denise's soft flesh.
Denise wriggled and squirmed to fend off her irritating sister, and finally managed to slide to the other side. Denise was panting already. She wasn't used to so much physical movement.
"Alright, you passed this test. Follow me." continued her younger sister.
Denise followed Jackie around to the foot of a climbing pole.
"Challenge two." said Jackie, "Is to climb this pole."
Jackie wrapped her pudgy body around the pole and began to climb. Denise noted her sister's butt crack becoming exposed as her over tight grey trackpants began to slide down. Denise was surprised at Jackie's climbing ability, as she reached the top with no fuss.
"There's no way she'll be able to pull herself up! Haha!" laughed Jackie to herself. Her big sister's girth had become overwhelming and it showed as she tried to climb the pole.
Unfortunately for Denise, her meaty arms meant she had little to no upper body strength. This was something Jackie had taken note of. However, Denise defied her critic by twisting her legs up onto the high platform pulling her fat body up. Denise too, was determined to prove that it was her sister who had gotten the more porky.
"Am I wearing you out?" smirked Denise cheekily to her younger sister.
"Ha! No chance." panted Jackie, who hadn't done much exercise recently either, "Your bum crack is showing fat girl!"
Denise's face blushed bright red as she tugged her tight jeans up. She was ignoring the fact that her massive derriere felt unbearably uncomfortable in those jeans.
Jackie was getting frustrated. How could she prove her big sister was becoming a blimp? From the top platform, the only way down was the slide. Not very challenging, thought Jackie. Unless......Jackie examined the slide with the width of her sister's hips.
"Yes.....there's no way her hips are small enough for that slide." thought Jackie.
"Ok." she said out loud, "Next challenge, the slide!"
Denise gave her a skeptical look.
Jackie underestimated just how rounded her own hips and butt had become.
She squirmed into a sitting position, but found she couldn't get any momentum to push off. Denise just watched her little sister slide down slowly and jerkily, she too had noticed her little sister's hips were too big. Jackie was looking a little beaten when she stood at the foot of the slide.
"This'll be it. This'll prove it." thought a determined Jackie.
Denise, still obliviously to her sister's motives, eventually managed to get herself into a sitting position.
"Oh crap.....my hips aren't going to fit." thought Denise, "No! If Jackie fit, so will I!"
Denise's inflated hips rubbed against the sides of the slide, as she wriggled her well-filled out butt into position. Her soft belly sat in three rolls before her, jiggling everytime she tried to push herself forward. Slowly but surely, Denise slid down the slide. Jackie winced as her sister had manged to fit.
Hoping her enormous bum would get stuck somewhere down that slide, Jackie's goal was soon crushed as her tubby sister reached the bottom.
"Oof.....what's next?" asked Denise.
Jackie was fuming on the inside. She's so fat! Why can't she see that?! How can I prove it? Suddenly something caught her eye. Under the slide was a large cubbyhouse. This cubbyhouse was in the shape of a ship, full of portholes and little wooden steering wheels. Denise and Jackie had played in there all the time when they were little, pretending they were pirates.
"That's it!" thought Jackie, "No way she'll be able to squeeze through those portholes."
Denise stood behind her sister, arms folded to cover her tummy. This action had become a subconcious way to reduce the size of her paunch.
"Denise, you're fat! Why won't you admit it?" shot her sister suddenly.
"No I'm not!" grumbled the older sister, "What is this obsession you have? I think you're just jealous because you've put on weight yourself!"
Denise was sucking in her tummy defensively, her chubby face scowling.
"Yeah? Well here's my final challenge. Fit through this porthole, and I'll stop calling you fat." huffed Jackie.
Denise eyed the porthole doubtfully. She didn't think either of them would be able to fit through, and not because they were fat, simply because her sister had picked one of the smaller portholes.
"I dunno, I mean we haven't been in there since we were little....."
Jackie giggled, "You're just scared you'll get stuck and it'll prove me right!"
Denise frowned, "Fine, you can, but I'm not going to."
"Then you'll lose, c'mon, I'll prove you I can fit." pestered Jackie, determined to make her point.
Jackie lay down on her stomach and began to shimmy her way through. Denise's sister too, had fattened up since she had gotten back from her holiday. She heard Jackie's grunts as she struggled to squeeze through the tight hole.
"Uhh..." mumbled Jackie, twisting to pop her little pot belly through. She had to fit through.....she thought. At least if she found it difficult, surely Denise would have more trouble. She had been so preoccupied with her sister's size that she forgot to take her own fatness into account.
Jackie found the squeeze much more difficult than expected. After eventually shoving her tubby belly through the hole, Jackie pushed again, but jerked suddenly and didn't move anywhere. Her well-rounded bum was caught on the outside of the porthole and Jackie couldn't squeeze it through. Denise noticed her sister's struggles and smirked.
"Denise! I'm stuck! Help!" complained Jackie, kicking her softened legs.
Denise rolled her eyes before shoving her hands into her little sister's wide rump. The combination of Jackie's twisting and Denise's pushing was enough to squash her through. Denise peered into the hole to see her little sister sprawled on the dead leaves on the ground. The shove had forced her pants to slide down, and Jackie's ass crack was generously exposed. She stood up, plucking the leaves out of her blondy-brown hair and pulling her pants up.
"Showed you!" laughed Jackie, a little shaken by the whole incident.
"See! I'm skinnier than you! You're a fat pig!" Denise replied.
Sibling Rivalry
by BillyJo and Cloggy
by BillyJo and Cloggy
Denise and Jackie were two sisters. Despite Denise being two years older than her young sister, the pair had remained good friends. Denise, at 19, was fresh out of school. She sported a pretty, yet round face, and was ladened with long, bouncy brown hair. Her body was a gorgeous hourglass shape, making Denise a pretty site to behold.
Jackie was 18, still in school. She too, was very attactive, and while her body wasn't so shapely as her older sister's, she still had a physique to admire. She sported a cute smile with brown hair and blonde streaks. Both girls were good friends, although they often fought as all siblings
do.
Jackie had felt a little lonely when her older sister graduated from school, but eventually learnt to accept it.
Denise on the otherhand, was living free. She was constantly going out with friends, enjoying her last big break. She planned to travel overseas for 3 months to study for her course in fashion, before planning to settle down as a designer. Denise was much more serious than her sister, who was a little ditzy. Nonetheless, the setup for this story begins when Denise begins to put on a little weight.......
"Bye guys! I'll miss you heaps!" waved Denise as she hugged her family goodbye. Her flight was about to leave.
"Oh, my baby girl's all grown up!" wailed her mother, pulling her into a tight hug.
"Mum, c'mon! I'll be fine." giggled Denise.
"See ya, sis!" perked Jackie, giving her sister a hug, "Bring me back something."
Denise winked at her before swinging her bag over her shoulder and walking down the tunnel.
Dureing the long flight Denise felt a little wedged in the narrow coach seat. She couldn't stop thinking about rheter she had put on some weight. Denise hated the thought of fatness, always exercising to keep herself in shape.
However, since school's breakup, she had filled out a little as most kids do.
For background, Denise had been a little chubby when she was a little girl, and her sister often taunted her about it. She came out of the chubby cocoon through puberty, developing by traditional standards a beautiful body. She was a little bottom heavy, her hips had always been somewhat wider than the rest of her body, but basically she was acceptably good looking.
Denise's weight problem as a child left her with a serious denial problem. Throughout her teenage years, her weight had gone up and down, and although at no stage was she fat, she still became very defensive when someone brought up her size. She managed to push her body issues to the back of her mind, often ignoring them altogether.
Now, however, as she sat in her plane seat silently, she couldn't stop staring at her thighs. They were squashed together in the seat, and Denise's slightly round bum was uncomfortably restricted by her tiny seat. It was going to be a long flight.
When Denise arrived to her hotel room on the other side of the world, the first thing she did was hurl her jet-lagged body onto her cream coloured bed.
"Uhhhh...." she moaned, her eyes felt so heavy. Slowly she drifted to sleep.
Over the next few weeks, Denise barely stoped to consider her body again. She was so busy studying, she barely had time for anything else. The lack of physical activity was taking its toll on her body, as she began to expand even more. Now Denise was a smart girl, but one thing she couldn't (or wouldn't) do was cook for herself. As a result, she found herself ordering take away food every night.
Denise's weight gain was initially centered around her inflating bum and thighs. Her fattening pair of thighs and butt cheeks was joined by her now soft tummy. Her belly began to bulge over her pants, which were becoming harder and harder to button up. But she refused to acknowledge this.
"I'm too tired....." she would say, "I'll just get chinese food....."
She was getting fatter and fatter. And since she couldn't buy new clothes, she was restricted to her now too small clothes she had packed. The other girls at her fashion class had noticed her gain, but never brought it up, which let Denise remain wilfully oblivious.
She woke up on the day of her trip home with a big headache. Her sleep had been rough.
"Crap! My flight leaves in an hour!" Denise suddenly noticed the clock.
She stumbled out of bed and stuffed her body into her shorts. She couldn't help noticing how tight they were, constricting her plump thighs.
"Huh? Why are these so tight?" she thought, struggling to stuff her bloated, soft buns into them. Her perky, round buns were proving troublesome, her butt had gotten so big that her pants now couldn't cover all her rear, leaving her massive ass crack exposed. Try as she might, Denise couldn't button them. Her tubby gut stood between the flaps, which were so far apart
Denise could only just make them touch. After a struggle, they were closed, but her breathing was laboured by the tightness of her shorts. Her waist was binded tightly, causing red marks to encircle her soft middle.
"Hmm......Ah well......" she said, realising she had to get a move on. She packed her bags and darted off.
Denise had gotten so plump that she found it hard to run, her out of shape constricted body bouncing and wobblying as she did so, not giving her lungs roomto expand.
"I'm not fat." she mumbled under her breath. But the seat all the way on the long trip home was noticeably more confining. She had in fact picked up around twenty pounds.
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Denise walked up the front steps of her house. She was a little shocked her parents hadn't come to the airport to pick her up, but shrugged it off, she was too excited to see them. She knocked on the door, wondering if they would notice her weight gain. Even though she continued to tell herself she hadn't gained that much weight.
"Coming!" came a voice. It was Jackie.
Denise heard the fumbling of keys before the door opened. Both their eyes bulged. Jackie it turned out had put on weight too. The pair stood stunned for a second, shocked at each other's fatness.
"Hey sis!" Denise broke the silence.
"Denise!" the pair hugged awkwardly. Their massive breasts restricted them from hugging too close. Jackie looked a little doughy all over. Her tanned brown tummy poked out from beneath her over tight shirt, which was packed with Jackie's heaving boobs.
"Come on then, mum and dad are out the back! We missed you heaps!" said Jackie, who started for the back door. Denise followed her lead.
"Yeah, I missed you guys too." replied Denise, distracted by her little sister's exposed bum crack. She noticed the tanline of where her pants used to sit, but now Jackie's white butt was pouring out over the top of her trackpants. The two girls entered the backyard where their parents sat.
"Look who's home!" cried Jackie, smiling.
Denise noticed her parents give her a strange look, obviously noticing their daughter's weight gain, before exploding in happy greetings.
"Oh my baby girl!" cried her mother again, she was such a typical mum, thought Denise.
Her mum had been able to slowly adjust to Jackie getting fat, since she saw it happen gradually. But she never expected her sophisticated older daughter to blow up like she had, she thought Denise was past her chubby years. Not that her mum minded, afterall, she was a little heavy and was at Denise's age too. She now would have to get used to having two overweight daughters.
*******
Now Jackie and Denise had always been competitive. With both of them now fat and in denial, both planned to confront the other. They were typical teenage girls, hating fatness because that was expected and always worried about the size of their bums. Denise had always cringed at the thought of having a big bum, and now that she had one, it had pushed her into complete denial. Jackie was a little more leniant with her weight gain; she wasn't in denial but was a little naive of its extent.
The two shared a bedroom, and spent the rest of the afternoon catching up. Denise tipped her suitcase contents onto her bed while Jackie lay on her bed holding a teddy.
"So what happened on your trip?" probed Jackie.
"Not a lot, I was so busy."
"Doing what?" nagged Jackie.
"Oh just work and stuff." said Denise.
Jackie was searching for a way to bring up her big sister's weight. She spotted the red marks on Denise's oozing waist where her pants dug into her.
"Those pants look pretty tight." teased Jackie.
Denise was quick to respond, "So do yours. Are you saying I'm fat?"
"Are you saying you're not?" sniggered Jackie.
Denise's mouth hit the floor, "I am not fat!"
She defensively grabbed her sister's pudgy tummy. "You've gotten a little porky yourself."
"Nu uh!" whined Jackie.
"Don't try and tell me I'm fat just to hide your flabbiness, tubby girl!"
Jackie fumed, "But you ARE fat! What did you do all holidays? Eat?!"
"You're fat! I have not gotten bigger!" said Denise proudly. Jackie could see she was sucking her gut in.
"Whatever, fatty bum!" said Jackie before leaving the room, tossing her blondy brown hair behind her.
*******
Over the next few weeks the pair continued to gain weight. Denise's mother thought that her eldest daughter would slim down after adjusting back to her usual eating patterns. Thus was not the case. Denise got plumper and plumper, especially in the bum. Her midriff was wide, pudgy and wobbly. Her thighs and hips had porked up with her buttocks leading the way. Her fat buns gotten wider, rounder, fatter and softer as Denise ate more and more.
Jackie naively also stuffed her chubby face and was getting much wider in her boobs, tummy and hips. Both remained in denial of their weight, especially Denise.
One afternoon, Denise was helping herself to a piece of chocolate cake her mum had made. Jackie sat at the kitchen table watching her puffy sister cut herself a generous slice.
Denise waddled over and sat down with her, licking the icing off her fingers as she did. Her expanding bottom hit the chair with a plonk, sending ripples through her soft belly rolls. Her white button down shirt stretched tight across her plump breasts and tummy. Denise daintly began to eat her cake, spreading chocolate all over her big lips.
"Good cake?" asked Jackie
.
"Mmmmm." muffled Denise.
"It's going straight to that big fat bum of yours." laughed Jackie.
"Shut up, tubby." replied Denise.
Jackie was unaffected, "You must be like a million kilos by now, eh?"
Denise's face went bright red. She looked down to see her enormous hips spreading over the edges of her chair. Her gut sat in three rolls in her lap, and behind her, her perky butt was exposed at the top. The girl's mother entered.
"Mum, Jackie said I had a fat bum." said Denise behind a mouthful of cake.
Their mother said nothing.
"She said I was tubby!" added Jackie.
"Why don't you girls go for a walk to clear your heads. Maybe even jog." their mum sounded a little forceful.
"I guess we can, "said Jackie, "It'll give Denise a chance to shed some fat off that ass."
"My bum isn't big!"
The two girls argued out the front door.
"Why did Mum want us to walk so bad?" asked Denise.
"Because you, my lovely sister, are too fat!" laughed Jackie.
"I am not fat! Besides, you're more than a little chubby....." protested Denise defensively.
"Oh sure, is that why you're wearing jeans jogging.....that button loooks like it's hanging on for dear life, mind you!"
Denise's heart skipped a beat. She knew her jeans were the only pants that still fit, and they too were very uncomfortable.
"Shut up! You're wearing trackpants!"
Jackie ignored her, "I bet those jeans are the only pants you can fit around your big fat bum!"
"Shut up!" Denise was getting quite angry, her face blushed red as she fiddled with the button to relieve some of the stress. The pants were cutting uncomfortably into her squishy hips, a red mark encircling her widening waist. Denise had gotten so fat. Her rounded tummy bulged out in front of her, with her inflating breasts joining it. Her love handles were even more prominant due to her tight jeans, which were straining hard to contain her plump hips and chunky thighs.
But it was to her bum that most of her excess flab had gone. Her bloated bottom stuck out so far behind her, bouncing and wobblying as she walked. Denise had remained very much in denial about her weight gain. She got butterflies whenever she had a lapse of insecurity. The thought of being fat made her feel very nervous. Whenever it had been brought up, she had become very defensive, refusing to admit she had packed on the pounds. Despite realising deep down she had put on a little blubber, she was oblivious to the fact she had gotten well and truly overweight.
Jackie's middle similarly had filled up too, a considerable belly roll bulging over the waistband of her trackies. Her boobs strained at her tight scarlet t-shirt, and behind, her butt crack was exposed. Jackie's rump had gotten more wide than fat, accumulating a lot of flesh on her hips. In any account, both girls had gotten very overweight.
They began to waddle down the road. While they had intended to jog, they were both so out of shape that it was very difficult. They followed a winding downhill roaded through their quiet, forested town, before reaching their local park. This had been a good hang out for the girls. Playing in the playground set, before kicking a football around once they were a little older. That was of course before they had gotten plump. If they were to try and kick a ball now, they would probably go off balance.
"Ahh, I love this park." said Jackie, sitting on a bench.
Denise stood with her hands on her hips, panting.
"You tired all ready fatso?" taunted Jackie.
"Shut up, I have heaps of energy left. Beside, with your fat, you should be more puffed out then me." huffed Denise.
"Do you see me panting?" asked Jackie, "Besides, You're fatter, you're in denial."
"You're probably hiding your panting.....and I am not in denial because I am not fat!" contradicted Denise.
Jackie was getting a little testy. Her big sister refused to believe she was a porker. How could she prove it? They had already gone walking, and Denise had survived that. Jackie sat in thought.
"Remember when we used to play follow the leader?" said Denise, staring longingly at the play equipment.
An idea struck in Jackie's head. Seeing all those obstacles, there must be something that would prove Denise's fatness.
"Yeah, let's play for old time's sake!" said Jackie.
The sisters walked over to the playground and sat on a little platform.
"Ok, I'll be the leader first." said Jackie, "You gotta keep up with me."
"Easy." puffed Denise.
Jackie smiled, "Let's make it interesting."
"I'm listening."
"Well, if you CAN'T complete any obstacles I set, you gotta admit you've packed on the pounds."
Denise scowled at her little sister, but didn't dare back down
.
"You're on." agreed Denise. This was a chance to get her sister off her back.
Jackie mapped out a path in her mind around the set. She was confident there must be one challenge Denise couldn't complete because of her size. She didn't, however, consider her own abilities.
"Challenge number one." said Jackie, "The flying fox."
They strolled over to the little flying fox, which was completely horizontal and about five metres between the two platforms on either side. It stood just out of the girl's reach, as Jackie jumped up and grabbed the handle for the flying fox. Her movements were awkward and restricted by her excess flab. Her arms holding onto the bar meant her shirt slid up. Denise watched as her sister's chubby body clumsily flew across the flying fox. Jackie stepped off onto the other side.
"Hmph...." she gasped, tugging her shirt back down. Her face was red from exertion.
"Your turn." Jackie said as she pushed the handle back across its track to the other side, where Denise stood biting her lip.
"If she can do it, I can." concluded Denise, before trying to jump up and grab the handle. She missed and hit the platform with a thud. Shockwaves were sent through her tubby belly.
"C'mon fatso!" taunted Jackie.
Her sister's taunts fuelled Denise, as she once again leapt up and this time grabbed the handle.
"Mmph!" she struggled, as she pushed herself off the platform. The flying fox left slowly, before stopping in the middle, leaving Denise hanging there. She kicked her fat legs, trying to get some momentum. Her shirt rode up to reveal practically all her tummy. Her deep belly button and pale skin was exposed as her little sister waddled over to her.
"You can't give up now, tubby guts!" she giggled, pinching Denise's soft flesh.
Denise wriggled and squirmed to fend off her irritating sister, and finally managed to slide to the other side. Denise was panting already. She wasn't used to so much physical movement.
"Alright, you passed this test. Follow me." continued her younger sister.
Denise followed Jackie around to the foot of a climbing pole.
"Challenge two." said Jackie, "Is to climb this pole."
Jackie wrapped her pudgy body around the pole and began to climb. Denise noted her sister's butt crack becoming exposed as her over tight grey trackpants began to slide down. Denise was surprised at Jackie's climbing ability, as she reached the top with no fuss.
"There's no way she'll be able to pull herself up! Haha!" laughed Jackie to herself. Her big sister's girth had become overwhelming and it showed as she tried to climb the pole.
Unfortunately for Denise, her meaty arms meant she had little to no upper body strength. This was something Jackie had taken note of. However, Denise defied her critic by twisting her legs up onto the high platform pulling her fat body up. Denise too, was determined to prove that it was her sister who had gotten the more porky.
"Am I wearing you out?" smirked Denise cheekily to her younger sister.
"Ha! No chance." panted Jackie, who hadn't done much exercise recently either, "Your bum crack is showing fat girl!"
Denise's face blushed bright red as she tugged her tight jeans up. She was ignoring the fact that her massive derriere felt unbearably uncomfortable in those jeans.
Jackie was getting frustrated. How could she prove her big sister was becoming a blimp? From the top platform, the only way down was the slide. Not very challenging, thought Jackie. Unless......Jackie examined the slide with the width of her sister's hips.
"Yes.....there's no way her hips are small enough for that slide." thought Jackie.
"Ok." she said out loud, "Next challenge, the slide!"
Denise gave her a skeptical look.
Jackie underestimated just how rounded her own hips and butt had become.
She squirmed into a sitting position, but found she couldn't get any momentum to push off. Denise just watched her little sister slide down slowly and jerkily, she too had noticed her little sister's hips were too big. Jackie was looking a little beaten when she stood at the foot of the slide.
"This'll be it. This'll prove it." thought a determined Jackie.
Denise, still obliviously to her sister's motives, eventually managed to get herself into a sitting position.
"Oh crap.....my hips aren't going to fit." thought Denise, "No! If Jackie fit, so will I!"
Denise's inflated hips rubbed against the sides of the slide, as she wriggled her well-filled out butt into position. Her soft belly sat in three rolls before her, jiggling everytime she tried to push herself forward. Slowly but surely, Denise slid down the slide. Jackie winced as her sister had manged to fit.
Hoping her enormous bum would get stuck somewhere down that slide, Jackie's goal was soon crushed as her tubby sister reached the bottom.
"Oof.....what's next?" asked Denise.
Jackie was fuming on the inside. She's so fat! Why can't she see that?! How can I prove it? Suddenly something caught her eye. Under the slide was a large cubbyhouse. This cubbyhouse was in the shape of a ship, full of portholes and little wooden steering wheels. Denise and Jackie had played in there all the time when they were little, pretending they were pirates.
"That's it!" thought Jackie, "No way she'll be able to squeeze through those portholes."
Denise stood behind her sister, arms folded to cover her tummy. This action had become a subconcious way to reduce the size of her paunch.
"Denise, you're fat! Why won't you admit it?" shot her sister suddenly.
"No I'm not!" grumbled the older sister, "What is this obsession you have? I think you're just jealous because you've put on weight yourself!"
Denise was sucking in her tummy defensively, her chubby face scowling.
"Yeah? Well here's my final challenge. Fit through this porthole, and I'll stop calling you fat." huffed Jackie.
Denise eyed the porthole doubtfully. She didn't think either of them would be able to fit through, and not because they were fat, simply because her sister had picked one of the smaller portholes.
"I dunno, I mean we haven't been in there since we were little....."
Jackie giggled, "You're just scared you'll get stuck and it'll prove me right!"
Denise frowned, "Fine, you can, but I'm not going to."
"Then you'll lose, c'mon, I'll prove you I can fit." pestered Jackie, determined to make her point.
Jackie lay down on her stomach and began to shimmy her way through. Denise's sister too, had fattened up since she had gotten back from her holiday. She heard Jackie's grunts as she struggled to squeeze through the tight hole.
"Uhh..." mumbled Jackie, twisting to pop her little pot belly through. She had to fit through.....she thought. At least if she found it difficult, surely Denise would have more trouble. She had been so preoccupied with her sister's size that she forgot to take her own fatness into account.
Jackie found the squeeze much more difficult than expected. After eventually shoving her tubby belly through the hole, Jackie pushed again, but jerked suddenly and didn't move anywhere. Her well-rounded bum was caught on the outside of the porthole and Jackie couldn't squeeze it through. Denise noticed her sister's struggles and smirked.
"Denise! I'm stuck! Help!" complained Jackie, kicking her softened legs.
Denise rolled her eyes before shoving her hands into her little sister's wide rump. The combination of Jackie's twisting and Denise's pushing was enough to squash her through. Denise peered into the hole to see her little sister sprawled on the dead leaves on the ground. The shove had forced her pants to slide down, and Jackie's ass crack was generously exposed. She stood up, plucking the leaves out of her blondy-brown hair and pulling her pants up.
"Showed you!" laughed Jackie, a little shaken by the whole incident.
"See! I'm skinnier than you! You're a fat pig!" Denise replied.