Chelsey belched for the fourth time in a row as she continued to rub her bloated stomach, her fingers massaging the plump flesh underneath them. She had been waiting in the back-room, along with a still-unconscious Kailey, to hear the news of whether Hannah had been able to win the third round or not. Her heart was pounding like a woodpecker's beak ramming against her chest; if Hannah lost, then they would be left at an extreme disadvantage, and being able to win against both Becky and that glasses girl would be near-impossible. Even worse, she was still too full to even move. Oh, how badly she wished she could go out there, and see what had happened.
'C'mon, guys, you better win this...'
Suddenly, the door to her left swung open with a bang. Becky's father, as tower-like and imposing as ever, stepped inside, followed closely behind by a shorter, very pudgy young fellow. He had a crew-cut hair style, and as he spoke, his bulging double chin wobbled in rhythm. It took Chelsey a number of moments to realize that this man was probably Kailey's boyfriend, Max. It had been nearly half a year since she last saw him; he looked far bigger than previously. Kailey must have been fattening him up well.
"...So you're saying that there's some kind of eating competition going on?" Max asked. Becky's father looked at him from over his shoulder.
"Yes, that's right. It's the club that your girlfriend is apart of against my daughter's own club." he replied. It was probably the most words Chelsey had ever heard him speak as of yet. He spoke English quite well, but he still carried a noticeable accent that gave away his Indo-Aryan origins.
"Geez, what a thing to do..." Max shook his head, sighing, "I guess it's just our luck to have women in our lives who love food so much, huh?" he laughed.
Becky's father shrugged. Then, without even looking at Chelsey herself, he asked, "Is your stomach feeling any better now?"
"Oh! Uh...y-yes, I'm doing much better now, thanks," Chelsey sheepishly replied; she had been caught totally off-guard by the older man's sudden question. Max turned around and, finally, took notice of the girl's presence.
"Chelsey! You're here too? I guess Denise and Hannah are busy taking care of things, huh? What happened to you?"
Chelsey did not need long to explain everything that had transpired so far that day: the new member of the Chubby Club, Anya's reappearance, Becky's challenge to them, and the precedent rounds against Anya and Jasmine. Max was speechless at first, mouth hanging agape, but eventually he snapped out of it. He shook his head and rubbed the bridge of his nose with his forefinger.
"Damn...it sounds like you all have been through alot..."
"You're telling me; I just wish I knew what happened with Hannah and her part of the challenge."
This time, Becky's father spoke. "Ah, yes, Hannah did win the match, but currently she is in the bathroom. She ate too fast and too much at once, so now she's paying the price for it." As if on cue, there was suddenly a loud retching noise emitting from hallway bathroom.
Both Chelsey's and Max's faces lit up after hearing this news. "Really? She won? Alright! That's great! Now we have the lead!"
"Yes, but my daughter has changed the rules for these last two rounds; the last members of both teams are going to be eating against each other at the same time."
"What? At the same time? Damn..." Chelsey looked down at the floor, and then raised her head with renewed vigor, "I really hope we win! We just need three wins! We have a chance!" Still, that tiny little doubt in the back of her mind kept reminding her that they knew nothing about how much food Becky or that book-reading girl could eat. It was all up to Denise and Courtney now. There wasn't anything she could do to help them.
Becky's father tapped Max on the shoulder, and he pointed over towards Kailey lying in the cot. "Your girlfriend is over there...she should probably wake up soon. I think she just feel asleep for a while."
"Ah. Thanks." Max began to walk over to her, but he stopped, and looked over at Chelsey one more time, "Oh, and before I forget, Chelsey. I, uh, I actually ran into Anya when I got here. She was waiting outside. She told me that she wanted to talk to you, and do something about 'sorting out our feelings'. I don't know what she meant, but I guess it'd be best if you did it, right?"
Chelsey couldn't believe it. She had thought Anya had left immediately after her round against Kailey; she was waiting for her? Then again, this was probably the best situation. She wasn't able to go against Anya in the competition, and her pride about showing her up just made her fight with her teammates. Simply talking to each other was probably the best way to make amends.
"Okay...thanks for letting me know, Max. I'll go and do that - burp - ugh, once I can actually move again, with this big ol' gut of mine."
"Alright! The final two rounds of the competition will be held simultaneously! We're going to be eating alot of food, not just one thing: there will be hamburgers, fries, fish, sweets, steaks, and everything else in between! We're also going to drop the time limit, so that means you all have to push yourselves to the limit, or else I get to end that puny little club of yours! I'm sure you wouldn't want THAT, now would you?"
"...Why are you yelling so loudly? We already know all of this." Frederica chided.
"I-It's just apart of the whole proceedings for the event, okay? Look, just let me do what I want!" Becky stammered back at her friend, visibly flustered from being mocked in front of their opponents. Denise and Courtney smirked to themselves.
"Anyway...! This is going to be far more food than any of the others have eaten so far! So your stomachs better be prepared to be engorged, or else suffer the consequences!"
"I already told you to be quiet."
'I'm just glad I can finally do something in this story again...even if it is near the end...' Courtney thought, fawning over the idea of so much food, 'And I finally get the chance to pig out, after suffering through so much this whole damn day! Oh, thank you, Lord! I will stuff myself until they have to put me on a forklift to bring me home!'
Becky led the three other girls out of the regular dining room, down a very spacious hallway into a special, guests-only ballroom, a place kept in reserve only for those who were willing to shell out the cash, usually those of a higher status. It was a beautiful room; the walls and floor were kept sparkling clean despite its lack of use compared to the rest of the establishment, and four tables, facing each other, had been set up in the center. This would be the location for the final 'battle' between The 'Chubby Club' and 'The Plumpers'.
Courtney could feel the adrenaline pumping through her veins. She couldn't wait until that first helping of food went past her lips.
"Just sit down and get ready to eat, you fat-asses, we don't have all day here!"
As the girls took their seats, a long row of waiters diligently marched into the room, each of them carrying two enormous platters of food. So many different kinds of food, even those that Courtney had never eaten before, were presented to the four girls. Courtney and Denise seemed somewhat unsure of what to do next, but Becky and Frederica were already piling their own plates up.
"Just take whatever you want," Becky told them, her lips curled into a cruel smile, "You can eat whatever you want, but you need to eat as much as you can, as according to the rules. There will always be more food for you to help yourselves to! So start eating, or else do you forfeit?"
Courtney ignored the bottom-heavy girl, and she reached out to snatch up a rather large gyro for herself. Ignoring the heat that radiated from the sandwich's surface, she sunk her teeth into it; as expected, it tasted delicious. She swiftly finished the whole thing in two more bites, and then ate another, and another. It only took a matter of seconds before a whole plate of gyros had been relocated into Courtney's belly. And she wasn't even close to being full yet.
"I'd like to try that lobster there next!"
"Right away, ma'am."
Denise was currently a quarter of the way through an abnormally large loaf of corn bread. It was difficult having to eat as much and as quickly as possible, but she knew that letting up even an inch of slack could spell doom for her. She took a moment to glance over at Becky and Frederica; the two of them were devouring shrimp hors d'oeuvres as if they were simply breathing air. Denise swallowed, coughing a little. She reached out to a plate with stacks of potato pancakes on it. Denise had thought up until this moment that she could keep her nerves under control, but she was wrong. She was afraid of losing, of having to give up the club. It made it difficult for her to eat as much as she normally did. She just couldn't get into it like Becky or Courtney did.
'There's no way I'm going to let myself fail here...! I can't let the others down, either!' Denise kept telling herself. She pressed on with her eating, tossing her fork and knife aside, deciding it was quicker just to eat with her hands like the others. Her resolve began to grow as she ate the delicious morsels placed in front of her. Her eating speed gradually picked up the pace. Frederica took heed of this, but she simply smirked and moved onto the chocolate cheesecake. There was nothing that pleased her more than eating against opponents who gave their all.
Five and a half minutes flew by. Already more than fifteen plates worth of food had been devoured amongst the porky women. Courtney belched; her black shirt was starting to ride up, her flabby stomach growing dome-like in appearance. However, she was nowhere near feeling full. All of those binges and stuffings egged on by her mother had helped her well in terms of increasing stomach capacity. At that moment, she was switching back and forth between bites of a meatloaf and some fried dough. She only paused from her gorging when she needed to let out gas or take a moment's breath so far.
Becky was actually keeping up with Courtney, a feat in and of itself. For every bite Courtney took, Becky would take one as well. Her stomach was bulging out like a balloon filling with air, and her extra-extra-extra wide pants were actually becoming a little snug around her enormous rump. Becky was aroused at the thought of how much weight she was going to put on from eating all of this food. She made a mental note to ask her mother to help weigh her tomorrow morning. She figured that a doctor would know best about these things. Her mother was particularly helpful because, being a fat woman herself, she couldn't complain to her daughter about losing weight without looking like a hypocrite.
The red-head quickly finished off her tenth ice cream sundae, pushed the empty glass bowl aside, and tossed handfuls of Doritos down her throat. She glanced over in Denise's direction; she could tell with only a quick look that the leader of The Chubby Club would not be able to eat much more. Becky would have chuckled if her mouth wasn't full of half-chewed chips right then.
Denise's tanned stomach had ripped through her shirt and spread out in front of her, pressing against the edge of the table. Denise moaned loudly while she leaned back in her chair. She couldn't eat another bite. She had eaten 5.7 pounds worth of delicious food, and now her stomach felt like it was going to burst. Even the slightest provocation had the chance of causing an 'eruption'. Denise stifled an oncoming belch; opening her mouth would be just as bad. Her stomach was making sounds she never heard. She wasn't going to pass out like Kailey did, due to being more used to it, but that didn't soothe the aching very much.
Still unable to risk speaking, Denise simply tapped Courtney on the shoulder. Courtney, a link of sausages hanging out of her mouth, turned to look at her friend. Denise shook her head. Courtney's eyes bulged. Cradling her belly in one arm, Denise carefully lifted herself out of her seat and waddled out of the room. Courtney went right back to eating, as letting herself be distracted too long would result in both of them losing. She could already tell from the look on Denise's face that she was already upset enough about not keeping up. All hopes were resting on Courtney's shoulders.
Three more minutes ticked on by, the only sounds to be heard was the voracious chewing, gulping, and belching of the remaining three girls. Frederica and Courtney were in a close-neck 'race' to eat the most, but Becky was starting to show signs of slowing down. She hardly seemed as driven to eat as she did in the beginning. By this point, she was just nibbling on a piece of toast, staring off into space with a glazed look in her eyes. There were a pair of huge holes in her pants that let her butt flesh pour out, and her stomach was pushing tightly against the confines of her shirt. As much as Becky didn't want to believe it, she was actually reaching her limit.
Plus, her chair was now stuck quite deeply into the folds of her ass. Becky ate two more hamburgers, and her stomach gurgled. There was little else she could fit into her taut gut now.
"I...I think I'm going to have to call it quits here...sorry, Frederica..."
Frederica licked some ice cream off of her lips. "Hmph. You've gotten weak, Becky. You seemed excited that Denise was dropping out at first, but now are you feeling bored? There's no way you can keep up with me and Courtney here."
"Just be quiet and eat, okay? You're our team's last hope, and she's their's! Win it!"
"I can do that without you bossing me around."
Becky, with some difficulty, waddled out of the room. Now, only Courtney and Frederica were left.
"You sure are," Courtney paused to take a bite of her chicken leg, "One bossy little bitch, huh?"
"Say what you like. I only do what I have to. I make sure she stays in line, and doesn't keep yapping away like she usually does. It may not seem it, but I do care about her. I owe alot to Becky and that's why I agreed to be apart of her little club. Unlike the rest of you pigs, I actually care about my weight, so I exercise alot whenever I'm not around her. Of course, with this stupid eating competition she's made up, I'm going to be gaining more weight than ever. However, I'll still do it for her. Lord knows her parents won't do anything when it comes to teaching her discipline. That's why it's my job." Frederica patted her protruding belly and let out a dainty little fart. She shot her hand out to grab the last peach on one of the plates.
"You know...the way you say it, you make it sound like you think Becky is just an idiot."
"On the contrary. It's only her loudness and immaturity that irks me. Believe me, she does quite well in school, despite the way she acts. She has mentioned plans of becoming a doctor, just like her mother."
Courtney couldn't help but shiver a little at the idea of someone like Becky performing heart surgery or the like.
"I will continue to support her any way I can, and that includes beating you, obviously."
"I think you need to lighten up a little-"
"I don't need any suggestions on how to live my life."
The two women resumed eating immediately, both of them now lost in their own thoughts. Courtney's belly had grown to the size of a small beach-ball, and her clothes were shredding all over as more and more fat piled onto her chubby body. It was the same for Frederica; it amazed Courtney that so much food could be stuffed into a girl with only a mildly-plump frame. Courtney grabbed two steaks at once and shoved them into her mouth, swallowing them without chewing. She looked over to see if Frederica could outdo that. In fact, the bespectacled girl had already swallowed a whole ham. Courtney was, obviously, quite stunned.
However, she was not perturbed for long. Courtney took a ham herself and gulped it down. Frederica ate a whole fudge cake. Courtney countered by eating a whole turkey. These attempts to out-do one another in eating went back and forth between the girls for a full minute. Frederica was not usually one to be swayed into competition, but, after her little chat with Courtney, she was beginning to grow anxious. Denise had failed her expectations, so now she only could look to Courtney to provide her a worthy challenge.
They ate and ate. Without the other girls around, they let loose. Courtney was devouring six-patty hamburgers within seconds, and Frederica was tearing into a roasted pig.
It was past the usual ten-minute mark of the previous rounds when Courtney and Frederica realized that they were too full to eat anything more than a single piece of food. Their fat bellies were swollen, ridiculously large orbs of fat and food, almost too big to even be humanely possible. The fleshy abdominal orbs rested on their laps, and atop of it rested their breasts. It was almost comical in appearance, their bodies. All of their clothes were lying in tattered piles on the floor beside them.
Seeing her stomach like this brought Courtney memories of her mother's cooking, but instead of it making her hungry as usual, it only brought her repulsion. For the first time since she began (unintentionally) gaining weight, she didn't feel like eating. It was such a foreign experience for her.
In fact, it frightened her. 'Oh god...what have I become? Why don't I want to eat? I have to eat...at least one little thing!'
Frederica straightened her glasses, and said while breathing heavily, "I...I believe...huff...that we have reached...urp...the final stretch..."
"I mean to say, if one of us...can summon up the strength to eat one more thing...then I believe...we will have ourselves a victor..."
Courtney glanced downward, reached into her cleavage, and pulled out a french fry. "Oh, like this?"
"Fuck." 'I can't eat another thing, myself. I must talk her out from eating that fry!'
"Argh...I'd really like to eat this, but...ooh, my belly...it's just so full; I feel like it's gonna burst!" Courtney groaned. It really did look like she was about to explode, that was how immensely stuffed she was.
"Good. You should just throw that fry away. Besides, I doubt it was very sanitary having it sit in between your breasts like that."
"...Nah. I think I can eat, actually."
Courtney slipped the fry in between her plump lips, and gulped it down. Frederica was speechless. Just like that, after such a long-winded competition between the two clubs of fat girls, it all ended with a single fry. Courtney belched loud enough to cause the walls to shake, and Frederica could only sit there, struggling to comprehend everything that had happened right in front of her. She definitely couldn't eat another bite. She had lost, and Courtney had won. This was the first time in a few years that she had actually lost at something.
Courtney wore a lazy smile. "You know, despite having to wait so long just to eat, I'll admit I had a nice time. Maybe we can do this again, but I want to eat against all of you guys then!"
Frederica didn't say anything. She hated losing; ironically enough, probably even more than Becky did. She tried hard, but she couldn't bury away her emotions completely. She just remained rooted to her seat as Courtney waddled off to go and report to the others about the good news. Courtney's belly jostled up and down as she walked. A few minutes later, Frederica followed suit as well.
'Hmm...I hope Becky can take the news well.'
Anya didn't look up from her phone. The LCD light from her cell granted her thin face an ethereal glow. "You finally decided to come out, huh?"
Chelsey nodded. "Yeah. Max told me that you wanted to talk to me about 'sorting out our feelings', or something like that..." Her stomach still hurt her something fierce, but at least she was able to handle walking around again. It was freezing out that night, but her extra padding helped keep her warm. Anya didn't have that luxury, though.
"Yep, that's what I said, alright,"
"So, don't you have something to say to me? C'mon, I don't have all day."
Anya flipped her phone shut, and her eyes connected with Chelsey's right then. "First...I wanted to say that I'm sorry."
"Of course. I'm sorry for helping you guys set up the club and then abandoning it without warning. Not only that, but I also went and tormented you and Denise for about a year too. To be honest, back then, I sometimes felt like I was actually making a huge mistake, but I was too hesitant to question my actions, because I knew I couldn't just go running back to you guys anyway. One of the reasons I lost all of my fat was because I figured it'd be better if I separated myself completely from you two, for both of our sakes. Obviously, since I fell into working for Becky, that didn't work out as well as I hoped. But I'm glad now that I met you two again, and I'm glad to see that the club is doing well without me. I don't regret losing weight, but I do regret treating two of my closest friends like trash. So...I'm sorry for being a bitch."
"Wow, I never thought I'd hear any of that from you." Chelsey was honestly surprised.
Anya laughed, her tone soft but sad. "Yeah, I guess it's kinda strange, huh? You've held your grudge against me for a while. I bet I was nothing less than evil incarnate in your mind,"
"W-Well, I wouldn't say EVIL INCARNATE or anything like that...but yeah, I was really upset. I am still a little suspicious about your sudden apology, too, to be honest."
"Geez, Chels, you need to be a bit more trusting of me! Is that really so hard?"
"You're asking alot from me, to trust you!"
"Ha ha...well, is there anything you want to tell me now?"
"I think you know what I've wanted to say for a long time. And now that you apologized, saying it would just make me look like a jerk. I wanted to try and talk to you without resorting to yelling, too...but now I don't think I can say anything at all!"
"What? You planned it out like that? I can't believe you!"
"It worked, didn't it?"
"Gah, you're so annoying! Look, thanks for apologizing and all that, but you can leave now! I need to go and see what happened with the others now! This stupid competition is finally over, and I can't wait to go home and rest!"
"Alright, I'll let you go...but..." Anya began to walk towards Chelsey, "There's still one more thing." She was near enough now that her slim frame was melding into Chelsey's gelatinous belly. Chelsey's cheeks flushed brightly. Anya leaned in close, their faces so close. Chelsey could feel Anya's breath brush against her skin. It made her shiver. The slim girl grabbed hold of the fat girl's arms; in despite of her looks, she had a pretty powerful grip. Chelsey had no idea what was coming next.
"W-What is it?"
Then, without warning, Anya kissed Chelsey on the lips. The thinner girl tasted a little like Salisbury steak. When they broke apart, Anya was smirking, whereas Chelsey looked mortified, but not entirely in a bad way.
"Oh my god..."
"You had a crush on me back then, didn't you? That would also explain why you were so angry with me leaving."
"H-How did you know?"
"I got Denise to accidentally spill the beans to me once in a e-mail conversation I had with her shortly before I left the club. I'll admit that I was quite surprised when I found out! Although I was probably not nearly as surprised as you are right now,"
"To be honest, I never took you as a lesbian before."
"I'm not a lesbian! I'm bi...I think!"
"Cool. Me too. I hope you didn't mind the kiss, though; I figured you deserved at least a little something extra."
"By the way, one of your friends saw us just now."
Chelsey swerved around, her bashful expression from earlier now replaced with one that seemed to radiate with blood-lust. Hannah was peeking her head out from behind the corner of the restaurant. From the way she was blushing so furiously, it was likely she had actually seen Anya and Chelsey kiss. The girl let out a squeak upon seeing she had been spotted, and tried to run away, only to feel Chelsey's soft, chubby hand on her shoulder a second later.
"You saw, didn't you?" Chelsey's voice, harsh and quiet, whispered into her ear.
Hannah slowly nodded her head, shivering. She could feel cold beads of sweat trickling down the back of her flabby neck. This was something far beyond simple nervousness that she felt. It was like being hounded down by a ferocious predator.
"You won't tell anyone...right?" Chelsey squeezed Hannah's shoulder just a little.
"N-No, of course not! I won't say a word! It's your personal privacy, and I respect that, whatever it was that you and Anya were doing-"
"We weren't DOING anything...got it?"
"Oh, yes, that's right! Nothing! Nothing at all! Ha ha ha!"
"Okay!" Suddenly, Chelsey was smiling again with cheery countenance , as if she hadn't just threatened her friend, "Let's head back inside! We still need to ensure that this competition thing is really done, ya know! I'm sure Denise, Courtney and Kailey are all waiting for us!"
By the time the two fat girls had reentered the building, Anya was already gone. She had disappeared without saying a word, and that was how she wanted things. The only thing left behind in her absence was a tiny shred of paper with her phone number, now tucked away within one of Chelsey's pockets. Whether the chubby girl was really going to use it or not, was a decision she would have to make in the future.
Becky, with her brow furrowed and a frown on her lips, clearly looked displeased with the end results of her little competition. Because of the way the last round played out, the only person on her team to actually win was Anya, and that was through plain old luck! Fei Yen was sobbing to herself over her loss, Jasmine had to be physically restrained from trying to hurt somebody, Anya herself had long since left, and Frederica was back to shielding herself behind her books. Becky knew from the start that her side had poor 'team' skills compared to their opponents, but it still was frustrating to have to admit to oneself.
The members of The Chubby Club were gathered in front of her. Flanking either side of Becky was her own club members. Becky took her time looking over Denise and the others; all of their bellies were huge, especially Courtney's. The air around them was steady but unsure, serene and quiet, as if the entire world itself had fallen into complete solitude for this very moment of declaration. Becky sighed.
"I don't like having to say this, but we got our fat asses kicked! I guess this means that The Plumpers are over and done with, as the rules of the competition goes; The Chubby Club is the winners."
The girls of The Chubby Club burst out into clamorous cheers over their victory, and Max did so along with them. Kailey grabbed hold of her boyfriend and shared a deep kiss with him. The girls knew they were the winners from the moment Courtney announced her victory. It just made it all the sweeter for it to be 'official'.
"Thank goodness that's all over with!" Denise exclaimed, wiping the sweat from her brow.
"So do we get a prize or something?" Kailey asked.
Becky grunted. "Your prize is that we'll leave you alone."
"That's good enough for me!"
It would be nearly two hours later before the girls finally took their leave, bade goodbye to one another, and returned to their homes for a well-earned rest. They all looked forward to see how much weight they would put on from today's events. Courtney was also interested in seeing if her mother was still awake; she could make her a midnight snack or something before going to bed.
Frederica, Fei Yen, and Jasmine had returned to their homes as well. The only ones left remaining in the empty restaurant was Becky and her father. Neither of them said anything for a long time. Becky continued to stare at the floor, thinking to herself. She looked up at her dad. It was rare for the father to see his daughter with the solemn look as she had right now. Unfortunately, he knew not the words to say that could comfort her.
"Hey, dad?" Becky spoke quietly, a sharp contrast from her usual self.
"Do you think mom is back home, yet?"
"I'm not sure. I haven't gotten a call yet. Shall we go check?"
"Sure. I want to see her."
Becky took her father's hand and walked alongside him. The two of them stepped out of the room, and the light switch was flipped off, plunging the restaurant's main dining room into total darkness...
The next day, early that morning...
"Boy, mom! Thanks so much for the meal! I'm stuffed!"
"Ha, ha! You're very welcome, dear! I'm proud that you were able to help your friends, and if I may say, you look like you've gotten a little bigger since last night!"
Courtney gave her stuffed stomach a pat; her mother was right. Her cheeks were puffier, and her double chin was more pronounced. Her breasts had gone up a size to EE-cup. Her arms and legs were thicker than before. Her ass had so much fat padded onto it that it actually sagged a little over the sides of her chair. Her stomach was growing out its third roll, and whenever she sat down, it filled up her entire lap and then some. It was soft, fluffy and warm to the touch. Although she still wasn't into the whole gaining-on-purpose thing yet (unlike her mother, who was ecstatic to see her daughter getting bigger), Courtney couldn't deny that she enjoyed having the extra cushioning. She made a mental note to pick up some bigger clothes sometime soon too.
After having a quick second breakfast, and a light pre-lunch snack, Courtney headed off to her college for her only class that day. It was a History of India class, and during the entire period Courtney was day-dreaming. She was planning on heading over to Potter's Pizza to see if any of the other Chubby Club members were there. As it was now, after everything that happened last night, Courtney couldn't see herself as being anything less than an official member of the club. She did enjoy her time with them, after all.
'Denise is probably still elated about getting to protect the club, and maybe Kailey is off with her boyfriend today...and what about Hannah? She seemed kind of shaken up about something last night, after stepping outside for a bit. Chelsey, too. I wonder what had happened? I guess I could ask them...but is it really my business? Ah, well, whatever. I just hope there'll be some food to eat.'
As soon as class ended, Chelsey ran, or rather waddled, back to her car as quickly as she could. It did not take as long as before to reach the pizzeria, as she had familiarized herself with its location. She could practically smell the freshly-baked pizza throughout the whole drive. When she arrived, however, the first thing that caught her eye was the exceptionally large van parked beside the building. She hadn't seen it there last time. It wasn't the kind of automobile used for delivering ingredients, either. It looked like it'd be able to carry a number of fatties in it.
"What do you think you're doing here?"
Chelsey found out the answers to her curious pondering as soon as she went downstairs. She saw Denise and the other girls surrounding Becky, Fei Yen, Jasmine and Frederica. Becky herself was sitting on the new couch, which, as it appeared, had already snapped in half underneath her girth. The red-haired chubby woman was wearing her usual, cocky smirk on her plump lips.
"Like I just said, I figured me and my girls here should join your club, considering we don't have our own anymore."
"No one's stopping you from just making your own club again! Really, it doesn't matter to us if you have one or not!"
"That's the thing; it doesn't matter to YOU, but I'm a woman of my word, and breaking the rules of the competition is a big no-no. I can't form another club again like The Plumpers. So, I figured, why not just join yours? Simple, no?"
"Who said you could even join? After everything you put us through, don't you think it's a bit early to be showing your faces around here? I can't believe you! You even broke our couch too! And it was NEW!" Denise shouted back at her. Her face was turning red; she usually was the most calm and collected of the group, but it seemed that she wasn't entirely forgiving about Becky and her antics. Especially regarding the broken couch.
"Hey, I can pay for it, okay? After all, you guys are gonna need a bigger couch than this pansy shit right here to support a booty like mine. My girls will need some reinforced steel, if that's okay with you,"
"No one said you guys were joining!"
'Ugh...why couldn't there just be food here instead of these guys?' Courtney thought to herself, groaning.
In the end, Denise caved into their demands, and the former Plumpers became the newest additions to The Chubby Club. To celebrate, or rather just because they were hungry, the girls stuffed their faces with pizza and chicken wings and tacos until they were all too stuffed to move. It was a delicious buffet of greasy, fattening snacks. As Denise and Becky talked more during the gorging, the more friendly they became with each other. Jasmine and Chelsey kept throwing harsh glares in each other's direction. Hannah and Fei Yen shared casual conversation. Over all, despite the animosity from earlier, the girls were able to use their love of eating and getting fatter to become closer with each other. It was a very relaxed atmosphere in the basement that day.
Courtney was the one who ate the most, her chair breaking and leaving her lying in a heap on the floor. As she gradually slipped into yet another food coma, only one thought crossed her mind:
'I wonder what's going to be for dinner?'