Angela's Farm, Chapter 2

After a few more muffins and a few more glasses of wine, Olivia thought Jenna was the most confident person within a 300 miles radius. Or, at the very least, in the room. 

If you used the word "fat" near any of the overweight girls she's ever known, they'd be offended. Jenna was offended if you didn’t.

Olivia initially assumed it was just an act. "D'over-confi-dance eez sign of insecuri-tee,"  Mrs. Noémie Babineaux would say in her online French psychology class. Olivia, despite her best efforts to avoid learning, somehow still remembered it. She was doodling a cute giraffe in her notebook at the time, thinking about cookies and how strange it must be to see the world from the treetops.

But after her second glass of wine she was certain that Mrs. Noémie Babineaux was dead wrong, at least in Jenna's case. Jenna wasn't compensating for her size with her confidence. She was just as proud and delighted with her flabby rolls as a bodybuilder would be of his bigger biceps or whatever bodybuilders grew on their bodies.

"You know, cousin," Sarah said as she poured herself another glass of wine from the gallon she had brought back from the kitchen, "you've grown a shit-ton since I last saw you."

“Oh, you finally noticed. And you look as annoying as ever, if not more.” 

"Thanks, cuz."

In a normal world, where Olivia lived, this would be interpreted as sarcastic exchange, but between those two, it was just pure flattery.

"You are getting h-u-u-u-ge," Sarah continued, spreading her arms wide apart to demonstrate her point and spilling half of her wine on the floor. "You're gradually but steadily getting into your mother's territory, at least the first half of it."

"Would you like a sneak peek?" Jenna jumped up without waiting for an answer and spun gleefully as if the entire cast of Swan Lake had manifested in one fat farm girl.
“My legs are now rubbing together from my thighs to my knees. And look how low my belly hangs. When we go swimming in Alyssa's lake, I only need to wear a bikini top." Jenna tried a fat version of a pirouette twirl, her voice all giddy and excited.

"Truly spectacular," Sarah agreed. "How much do you weigh now?"

Jenna came to a halt in the middle of 'Siegfried and the swans', wobbling around the room for a few moments to regain her balance and catch her breath. “About 340 give or take. More give than take, of course.”

“Of course. But didn’t we just celebrate your 300 during the winter? We got so wasted. Remember how you blackmailed me with chocolate mousse to tie you up, and then made me to feed you an entire tray of brownies? ” Sarah said with a nostalgic gaze before counting on her fingers.  “January, April, May, March, Fuck. That was only a few months ago! You'll be 400 by December.”

Jenna just grinned, "We'll see."

"Oh, we will," Sarah said as she finished the rest of her wine and turned around for a refill. "Hey, Jenna, look at Olivia's face! I'm sure she'd love if you and your mom added 100 pounds to her chubby ass. Am I right, or what? "

“What?" Olivia realized she had been sitting with her mouth open the entire time. She enjoyed the show but was perplexed when the conversation abruptly shifted to her. What chubby ass? What on earth were these two yapping about? 

"Hey, roomie," Sarah poked her with her finger, "you must agree that the extra weight does look fucking right on my cousin, and it makes you jealous like a cucumber."

“What do you mean by EXTRA weight?” Jenna narrowed her eyes. She grabbed her belly with both of her hands lifting it then slapping it back on her thighs. “Because I don't fucking see any, hahaha." 

"It's a figure of speech. That's how we, fine city folks, talk."

Olivia glanced at Jenna’s leggings overflowing  the chair's sides, her naked belly spilling over her thick thighs and jumping up and down with Jenna's laughter. She wasn't sure if it was the wine, but everything made perfect sense, except one thing.

“Uhm… I guess," she hesitated. "Jealous cucumber..?"

“See cousin, I told you my roomie will be all game.”

“That's fantastic!“ Jenna patted confused Olivia on the shoulder, "Girls with your body type typically gain their first hundred pounds simply by breathing the farm air. I knew a girl just like you. Chubby until her twenties, then started working on a farm and, within a year, she was as wide as a tractor." 

Olivia was now completely lost. What hundred pounds? What tractor? They were probably just teasing her. That was nothing new; Sarah had been doing it for two semesters. The apple does not fall far from her cousin.

"You know what else?" Sarah turned back to Jenna, raising her finger, "Olivia has no fucking self-control. None. If you show her food, she will eat until she passes out. Trust me, she won't stop at some stupid 100 pounds. Look at her, shaking her head like a mentally unstable cockatoo, yet the entire time she was stuffing her face with those muffins. Olivia, how many did you have? I counted at least five. Tell me you've had enough, and I'll take it all back." 

Olivia considered it. The number seemed about right.  The muffins were indeed delicious. “I can control myself just fine,” she said as she reached for another. She might as well get the sixth one while there are still some left. 

“We can clearly see that,” Sarah nodded, “I'm sure you are dying to give Jin-Jin a good pat down just to see what's coming? Am I going too far, cuz?"

"Oh no, I'm in," Jenna drummed on her belly. 

“What?” Olivia asked, chewing the muffin. She was lost again, “What do you want me to do now? ”

“Squeeze my cousin's ass. It's like those relaxation balls, but fucking enormous.”

“Sarah, I’m not as drunk as you are.“ 

“Hey,” Jenna interjected, "my twig cousin is right, it's not a bad idea to take a test drive." She stood up and threw her huge bottom at Olivia's face, shaking it like an overdeveloped bunny. "Come on. It doesn't bite."

“At least not on weekends,” Sarah added. "Give yourself a taste of where your ass is going."

“Fine,” Olivia said, hesitantly placing her hands on the massive bottom in front of her. "If it makes you shut up. You make even less sense than usual."

It was not quite what she had expected. She assumed her hand would sink into the same familiar soft marshmallow of her own butt cheeks, only appropriately bigger and softer.

But Jenna's ass was so tightly packed in her leggings that it felt like she was touching a waterbed. Olivia briefly considered herself fortunate to have cut her fingernails that morning, because one tiny cut in the leggings and the thing in front of her would most likely explode, filling their room with Jenna's blubber. 

She felt a surge of courage. She cupped her hands more confidently around the girl's bottom, feeling the compressed fat push and fill her palms. She gave the two globes a good shake. Jenna's entire back shook all the way down to her shins. It was actually quite awesome and, yes, very relaxing to watch.

“Oh!” she said in awe and giggled. She shook Jenna’s bottom once more. The giant ass kept swinging in front of her like a fat pendulum.

Sarah nudged Olivia with her bony elbow. “See? And you can now grow your own. In Montana, flaunting a massive ass is a status symbol. It's similar to a pumpkin spice latte back at home. You don't want to be caught walking around without one.”

"Everything on my body moves in the opposite direction when I walk," Jenna assured them cheerfully. "And Sarah is right; no one wants to see a skinny girl on a farm; if the farmers don't seem to care for their daughters, how will  they care for their cows? We'll have to hide Sarah somewhere or we'll go bankrupt. I have a spare scarecrow outfit as the crows stole the rest."

In her tipsy state, Olivia imagined herself walking with a huge ass. With so much movement, going in a straight line may be difficult.

"It sounds like a lot of fun," she agreed after a brief pause, realizing with some mixed feeling that she wouldn't mind playing with Jenna's ass for a little while longer.

"All right, ladies," Jenna said, "it was fun jiggling for you city folk and all that, but in this part of the world, we need to sleep. You both start at the creamery tomorrow. Meet me in the kitchen around 9 for breakfast. Sarah, that's 9 a.m. And, you Olivia, before you go to bed, you must finish all of those muffins or my mom will be furious if she see any leftovers tomorrow." 

***

The two girls were lying in their beds. Olivia was stuffed to the gills. But she wouldn't want to upset aunt Angela, would she?

“Sarah?

“Yeah?

“Did you ever think about gaining weight?”

“Myself? Nah. My aunt refers to my condition as 'chronically thin as a rake' and I think she's right. But for you? Yes, I did give it some thought."

“Why?”

"You just have the looks of a fat girl who has been denied food. It saddens me, like seeing a stranded kitten." 

"Oh. Thanks, I guess."

“What's your weight, Olivia?” 

“I think I was around 140 pounds last time.”

“You should take Jenna's offer and go for another 100 pounds. Your ass will grow so fucking massive that everyone back at home will be jealous."

"What offer? Anyway, no, I don't want to get fat."

"Do you remember Anna from our class?"

“The blond? I think so." Olivia remembered Anna all too well, and she was even a little jealous of her; the girl was filled in all the right places, and she was always flaunting it in front of everyone.

"Did she look fat to you?"

"No, but she was super curvy."

"See, and she weighed 240 pounds, which I discovered one time when we were both drunk, topless, and found a scale at the campus police station." 

“Hmm,” Olivia said after some thought, “240 pounds isn't really fat these days, is it?"

"It's essentially chubby with a few cherries on top. Or bottom."