"The Reunion" - An Exclusive Cut

This short final story brings "Sorority Swells" to an end. I expect to have the full collection put together and up in PDF form by Monday. You can also expect another post later today asking for suggestions for "Fat Trimmings" Volume 36. It's funny, I thought I was going to end up skipping "Fat Trimmings" this week to focus on other projects, but then this story flew out of my fingertips, so suddenly I have time for "Fat Trimmings" again.

But that's for later. For now....

Enjoy!

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Karen was already sweating as she waddled across the parking lot to the waiting restaurant where she was supposed to meet with her old college friends. Some of that sweating was definitely because of her massive anxiety over meeting up with her former sorority sisters after getting fat over the years, but a lot of the sweating came from the fact that she was now fat. Her fatness was once again proving to be an issue as she labored in the hot sun, slowly waddling as the sun beat down on her obese body. She could feel the sweat dripping from her forehead, down her chubby cheeks and catching in the crease of her double chin. The mere act of crossing the sweltering parking lot with her thighs rubbing together and chafing was leaving her winded and- though she was loath to admit it- quite hungry. Her greedy gut was grumbling for food as she reached the door despite the fact that she had purposefully indulged in a large meal before coming to avoid the strong desire for too much food.

But her stomach knew only desire these days. It needed to be fed, filled, stuffed. And as Karen reached out with a trembling hand to grab the door she knew she would not be able to restrain herself. She could smell the various scents of the restaurant, savory dishes, fresh bread, and delicious desserts of all kinds. It was all too much and she knew she needed to find a way to eat as much as possible without absolutely making a pig of herself in front of her friends.

In order to solve that problem, Karen decided that what she needed to do was flag down the waitress as soon as possible and order some toast… and a croissant... and maybe a bagel, things she could get an eat quickly, filling her belly with speed before her friends got there. She would just need to be careful about the crumbs, something she had been getting less and less careful about the fatter she got. Nowadays it seemed like Karen was always leaving behind evidence of her indulgences, be they crumbs or wrappers or dirty plates. She would often find herself eating so much that she slipped into a food coma and cleaning up after herself was just getting harder and harder to do.

Shaking herself from yet another food related daydream, Karen flagged down the waitress by waving one of her fat arms. With two chubby fingers waving and her bingo wing jiggling, Karen managed to get the fat waitresses’ attention.

The waitress did make Karen feel at least a little bit better about herself. While Karen was still fat, she was nowhere near as large as the fat blob of woman she saw waddling toward her. The waitress was immense with thighs clearly quaking as she made each slow lumbering step. It was amazing that the fat woman was even a waitress, a job that clearly required her to keep her incredibly round, morbidly obese body on her fat feet for hours at a time. Karen watched the waitresses’ big blubbery belly which was straining the confines of her work uniform, sway from side to side, rising and slappy down on the fronts of her thunder thighs as she moved at a near glacial pace. The globular glutton was moving so slow, that it caused Karen’s anxiety to rise up again as she was afraid her friends might suddenly walk in with her mid-order.

When the waitress finally made it to the table, clearly winded, Karen looked her fat body up and down, taking care to pay attention to the woman’s nametag which was hanging and tilted slightly downward due to the size and sag of the waitress’s massive udders.

“Thank you… Megan? Is it? Yes. Megan, I would like a cup of coffee, some toast and a croissant toasted with butter and jelly please.”

Karen had often found that if she took the time to address staff by name it created a kind of bond, a show of respect that made the wait staff more inclined to give friendlier and faster service, and faster service was something Karen was desperate for. She had already denied her greedy gut the bagel it wanted for the sake of speed.

After what felt like an interminable amount of time, Karen got her coffee, which she quickly whitened with heavy cream, as well as her toast and croissant. She began to scarf those down with reckless abandon, leaving crumbs on the table and failing to notice that a big glob of butter and jelly from her croissant had fallen onto her shirt. Once she was finished with her appetizer, and with her big fat belly still grumbling for more, Karen flagged down Megan the fat waitress again in an attempt to get her messy table cleared.

That’s when Stacy and Tracy walked in.

Although walked probably wouldn’t be the right word.

They waddled in. They were fat! They were so fat in fact with hips so wide that they bumped into each other and nearly got stuck trying to come through the door at the same time. Their big bellies shook as they did an awkward shuffling dance deciding who would waddle into the restaurant first.

Suddenly the mess on her table didn’t seem so pressing as Karen let out a heavy sigh of relief. As her two fat friends waddled over to the table, she no longer felt an urgency to clean up- though she still would have been at least slightly embarrassed if she had realized she had a big jelly stain on her shirt.

“Oh thank God!” exclaimed Stacy.

“You’re fat too,” echoed Tracy.

“We were afraid you’d be the same skinny bitch you always were.”

“Well, time changes us all I suppose,” laughed Karen as she motioned for the two fat friends to sit.

“You should see my daughter. She’s as big as a house.”

“Pregnant?” asked Tracy with excitement.

“No. Just fat as hell. That’s kind of how I got this way. Her bad habit rubbed off on me.”

“Oh, shoot, Tracy. I didn’t tell you about Janey? She graduated just before I got the House Mother job at Rho Eta Alpha Tau, but I heard lots of rumors. She got stuck in a window right?”

“Yes… yes, Stacy she did,” muttered Karen.

“Shoot, Tracy, I can’t believe I never told you that story. I had heard Janey got real fat. Sure didn’t expect it to happen to you though, Karen.”

“Well, neither did I, and yet here we all are, three fat friends.”

Stacy looked down at the crumbs on the table.

“Got started without us?”

Karen blushed.

“I guess I did, but let’s get you two caught up.”

Karen once again flagged down Megan the fat waitress who was looking rather sweaty and haggard from the morning rush that she wasn’t even halfway through. The winded fat girl and Stacy gave each other an awkward look of recognition, and Stacy’s knowing smile clearly made Megan uncomfortable, but the two left it at that and Megan diligently did her job and took everyone’s orders.

The light meal that Karen planned to have was out the window once she realized her two friends were no longer in the position to make fun of her because of her size. So she tucked into some chicken and waffles with a side of bacon and a side of sausage instead. She even got some more toast and was planning on taking the bagel she wanted for the road. Karen’s two fat friends indulged in similar feasts with Stacy chowing down on a stack of stuffed pancakes drowned in syrup and butter, and since Tracy couldn’t decide between the french toast and the eggs benedict, she got both with sides of both regular and Canadian bacon. It was decided they would also get a plate of fries for the table, to share.

They were halfway through their meal when a slender but curvy woman came walking up to them. She was their age, and it took the fat ladies a moment to place her, but when they did their hearts fell into their overstuffed stomachs.

“Ladies! It’s me, Marissa!”

Marissa, the girl they had so mercilessly teased in school for being fat, was now spinning around in front of them, doing a little dance to show off her incredible weight loss.

“You probably had a tough time recognizing me because I lost so much weight. And hey, it looks like you’ve found it,” Marissa laughed as she reached down and poked Karen in her bloated belly.

The three fatties were speechless, so Marissa kept going.

“It’s funny because you three little pigs used to call me so many names because I got fat, and now, here you are hogging out. It’s quite the feast you big girls have gotten for yourselves. I don’t want to interrupt it.”

Marissa stood behind Stacy and Tracy and reached down to pinch their love handles.

“God, I swear. I told myself I was going to walk over here and be nice. I really thought we could make this a happy ending for everyone, get to know each other, make amends and all that bullshit. But nope. Sometimes in the moment you just discover that what you really want to do is give the skinny bitches who used to make your life hell some of their own back because they’ve become fatter than you ever were. That’s karma bitches!”

“We’re… we’re sorry, Marissa.”

“I’m sure you are. It’s easy to be sorry now, isn’t it? But your words don’t mean shit to me. Seeing you get really really fat, it turns out that’s what I wanted all along. Anyway, I’m going to go live my fabulous life now and leave you fatties to your food, I’m sure you’re not nearly done stuffing yourselves. Enjoy!”

And with that, Marissa sauntered off with her perfectly sculpted ass swaying behind her. 

The three humiliated fat friends were left to finish the rest of their meal in silence, at least until they started to debate the kinds of dessert they wanted.