Her Rolls are my Favorite

Gena waved, smiling at her customer before closing the door behind her. She walked up the stairs towards her salon, which had been located inside of her home since she had decided to quit working at the local hair salon. She had been content ever since, and absolutely loved being her own boss. 

Gena was bisexual, though always preferred women. She had shoulder length brown hair that she styled differently from time to time. Now, she had a stripe of purple across her bangs. She had tan skin from her heritage and was plus sized, though all of it was in her gut, as she had slender small legs and small butt. Her breasts were large, and something she’d always loved to show off by wearing low cut shirts. 

She had converted her own master bathroom to a salon. The large mirror above the double sink vanity now served as the main styling station. The sink was now used for washing hair, with a new adjustable chair positioned in front. The countertops, previously cluttered with toiletries, were neatly organized with an array of hair care products—shampoos, conditioners, styling gels, and sprays, all within easy reach.

A comfortable styling chair with a swivel base stood at the center of the room, accompanied by a portable trolley stocked with scissors, combs, and brushes. She still used the space as her own bathroom, with a full bath and shower. Her bedroom was right next door, though she kept it locked when clients were around. She had some ‘private’ toys in there, and didn’t want anyone finding out about it. 

She fished around her apron for her phone, and pulled it out to see the Bri had indeed already messaged. She was an old friend from college, one that she hadn’t talked to for two years. She had advertised her new salon business on her instagram for a while now, and Bri had hit her up, asking for a change in her old hairstyle. Of course, she booked an appointment for her at once. 

Bri had always been a shy girl, and was around the same size as Gena. She didn’t mix around with the popular crowd, preferring to sit in the library and read on her own rather than go out. Bri had been in one of her classes, Spanish, and they had become good friends, but never really outside of the class itself. She wondered if the woman was still the same, or if she had matured somewhat outside of school. 

Bri: Leaving now, will be there in ten.

Gena: Okay! All ready for you.

Bri arrived when she said she would, and Gena bounded down the stairs, pleased that the final customer of her day would be an old friend. They would be able to chat for as long as they wished without anyone bothering them. She had heard the sound of Bri’s car pulling up, so she opened the door and peered outside. She was about to wave and call out, but faltered somewhat when she saw her old friend. She was… very different from what she remembered. She’d gained some weight. A lot of weight in fact, maybe more than fifty pounds. She was pear shaped, very bottom heavy, with a pouch in her lower stomach. Her hips were wide along with a flat butt, and her legs were covered in cellulite and saddlebags, which were evident as she was currently wearing short jeans shorts a bit higher than her knees. She had a pale complexion with a very round face (almost perfectly circular) and a double chin with big blue innocent eyes. Her shoulder length brown hair was currently tied up in a messy ponytail, and as she walked towards Gena, her hips swayed back and forth, her rolls even more pronounced as they bounced up and down. 

How had she gained so much weight so quickly? Gena had always assumed she was quiet in school because people, particularly people in their teens and twenties, loved to isolate those that they found unappealing - such as someone overweight, but Gena had such an outgoing personality no one cared about that. Bri, on the other hand, exuded a sense of insecurity, which bullies like to leech on to. Now, Gena wondered how Bri had gotten to this point. She must’ve been a glutton, or overate when she was upset. She realized she wanted to find out… her curiosity already killing her as her friend approached her. She realized she had been completely gawking and completely ignoring Bri as she approached, and finally shook her shock away and smiled as she waved. “Hey girl, I can’t believe we haven’t seen each other for two years!” 

As Bri approached, Gena could see more of what she was wearing. Her jean shorts were riding up her legs, and her shirt was tight and clinging to her midriff, which was the largest part of her body. She could even hear her thighs rubbing together with each step, and she knew that would probably kill her with rashes the next day. 

Bri still looked incredibly shy as she said, “thanks for taking me in last minute. I had a wedding to attend, and kind of wanted to fix all this before I went,” she said, waving at her messy hair. 

Gena continued smiling, trying to be as professional as possible. Her eyes kept wandering downwards to stare at Bri’s body, but she forced her eyes up. “No worries, that’s what I’m here for. I’m so glad you reached out. It’s right upstairs.” Usually Gena tried to have her customers follow her, but she realized at once she wanted the chance to really stare at Bri’s body as they moved up. She watched as the heavy woman climbed up step by step, and she could see every movement, her face so close to Bri’s ass she could lean over and kiss it if she wanted. Her legs were completely covered in cellulite and stretch marks, and her hips were so large it felt like she would be able to touch both sides of the staircase. Bri was panting by the top of the stairs, despite it only being one level, and Gena led her to the bathroom, which was just around the corner. 

She began preparing for the haircut, but watched as Bri began sitting down on the chair. “I hope you’ll be able to fit,” she blurted out, unable to help herself. She half-wanted to see whether or not Bri would take offense to such a statement, and leave the house just like that. 

Instead, Bri just blushed and shook her head, saying, “I think I’ll manage.” She seemed embarrassed at being called out so quickly. Gena took this as a sign that she would be able to push her client further, and her sadistic side began peeking its head out. She had always wanted to be with a woman that was on the heavier side, and seeing her now made her feel like she wanted to tease her and rile her up. She would have to do so slowly and delicately, so as not to scare her off, but Gena realized she could potentially have a great time that afternoon. 

She did manage to sit in the chair, though it seemed like a tight fit, with her ass protruding out and flopping over on both sides. “That does seem tight,” she said, moving behind her to check out her hair. 

“Yeah, but it’s fine,” Bri reassured her. 

“I could’ve sworn we used to be around the same size, and I fit in the chair pretty well,” Gena said, pretending to be nonchalant and seeing how far she could push her. 

Bri seemed to almost gulp as she said, “yeah, I’ve gained a lot of weight recently. I’m sure you can tell.”

Genanodded, “yeah, I was kind of shocked when I saw you.” 

Bri blushed, “it’s that obvious, huh?”

“I mean… you look like you’re going to rip those shorts if you just bent down a little,” she said, shrugging like it’s clear to everyone in the room. She wanted to keep adding backhanded insults to see how Bri would react. So far, it’s been going great.

“I haven’t had the chance to expand my wardrobe yet, so I’m still wearing some of my old clothes. It was so hot today…” Bri admitted. “I was also told not to hide my body by my mom, so that’s kind of what I’m doing.”

“Well, if you’re okay with everyone seeing you like that,” Gena retorted. “Whatever you’re comfortable with. What happened, anyway? How did you get like this?” 

“I just… love to eat. I can’t stop myself,” Bri, looking down at her hands as she avoided Gena’s frequent glances.

“Ooooh, like what? I remember you always brought huge lunches to school. Do you still do that?” She began combing Bri’s hair, letting it fall around her as she studied the length. 

“It’s mostly deserts. I like to eat ice cream and chocolate, and usually have a huge desert after every meal.” 

“You can’t stop yourself? I mean, you know you have a problem,” Gena insisted. 

Bri just shook her head, “it’s like an alcohol addiction, I can’t stop. Every day, at the same time every day, I remember it’s time for me to eat, and I just get so excited. And I just love going to the supermarket and seeing what they have available. Even the local baker knows me at this point.”

“Really?” Gena said, “you must really have a problem then.” Bri didn’t seem to want to say anything else, so Gena continued, changing the subject, “well, did you have a hair style in mind for me today?”

Bri shook her head, “I’ve seen the pictures on  your insta, I know you’re awesome at your job. Feel free to recommend what’s best for me.”

Gena peered around her through the mirror, staring intently at her face and said, “well, it’s clear what you need to do with the new fat on you. You need to try to cut your hair to hide your chubby face. Flattering hairstyles for round faces usually include long layers, side-swept bangs, and asymmetrical cuts, which help elongate the face and create the illusion of angles. I learned about it in school. You want people to not see your double chin.” She pointed directly at it, and even flicked at it, feeling Bri’s fatty skin bounce before moving back. Bri didn’t seem to mind, but peered harder at her reflection, already nodding. 

“I knew you would know what to do,” she said, already looking like she was feeling better, despite all the backhanded insults.

“Do you want me to straighten your hair?” Gena asked.

Bri thought about it for a second then said, “you decide, Gena.” Bri rejoiced slightly on the inside. The more she worked with her, the more she felt like she radiated submissiveness. She wondered if the woman sitting in the chair knew that she was in her core a submissive woman, and whether or not she’d ever engaged in sexual relations of the sorts. Gena didn’t even know if Bri was into women. 

She decided not to inform Bri of what she was doing to her hair, wanting to have complete control over her body, and continued to ask her prying questions the rest of the time. She asked her about her dating experiences - which was few and far between with how insecure she was - about her favorite treats and deserts, and how often she ate them, and whether or not she ever exercised (the answer was very obvious). She wanted to force Bri to only think about her weight through the entire session, repeatedly spinning the conversation back to it, and it seemed like it was working.

Not only did she tease her the entire time with her words, she also tried to touch Bri as much as possible. She poked her multiple times in the stomach, commenting on how big they were since the last time she had seen her, and how it was practically coming out of the shirt. The shirt was stretched out so tightly she could see Bri’s light skin underneath. When Bri didn’t complain, she grabbed her thighs as well, squeezing it and commenting on the cellulite and saddlebags. Her skin was so soft, and Gena imagined she was one of the only people that had ever had the pleasure of squishing its softness. She almost wanted to press her face into it and use it like a pillow. When again, Bri didn’t seem to mind her touching her, Gena decided to push even more. She’d go all the way if Bri let her. She was getting more and more turned on the more she did it. It was the act of touching her plushy skin, but also the fact that she was clearly being dominant over her friend, and she was letting her every step of the way. 

She kept pretending to walk around her to study her work, but used it to pause and touch her body some more. “Ooh, I think your folds are about to spill out there,” she lied, and began aggressively poking at Bri’s folds, pushing them under her shirt as they jiggled and reformed into even larger folds. She pulled her shirt over them like she was tucking it in, but still continued to poke at the layers of fat. She looked up to see Bri’s expression, which was a mix of shock and embarrassment, the same look she’d been giving her the last few times she’d touch her. “You’re welcome,” Gena said, and continued to trim Bri’s bangs. 

Bri had begun scrolling on her phone when Gena said, completely out of nowhere, “you know I’m bi, right?”

Bri looked up at her and nodded, “I’ve seen your pics on insta. With some gorgeous women.”

Gena smirked, “you’ve been stalking me, eh?”

Bri blushed, “no, it just shows up on my feed.”

“You know, I’ve always wanted to be with a fat woman,” Gena said, wanting to be very clear exactly what she wanted with this situation. 

“What…?” Bri said, and the blush on her face was now a bright red. Gena took that as a good sign. Bri seemed receptive to everything so far, and Gena wanted to fuck her now, badly. 

She poked Bri’s stomach again, and then pinched her arm, which had a wad of fat coming out from her armpit. “See? I’ve always heard women like you were perfect for poking and squeezing. You’re the best type of woman to be with. There’s just so much to squeeze and play with. More surface area, you know. I just want to explore a woman’s big love handles and put my face in between her giant thighs. I’m so curious about whether or not the rumors are true. Gotta compare with other women I’ve been with.”

“Oh,” was Bri’s only reply. Gena wondered if she was turning her on, or if all this talk of her body was making her feel disgusted. 

“If I slapped that big butt of yours, how much would it jiggle?” She pretended to joke, her low laugh echoing through the bathroom. 

“I don’t know, no one’s ever spanked me before…” Bri admitted. 

“Hmm… what a shame,” Gena said. “Well, time to wash your hair. Let’s step into the shower.” Of course, for all of her customers, she leaned them over her sink and washed them that way. She would not be doing so for Bri. She wanted her body full accessible to her, and her mind spun with plans of how to make Bri hers, even for just that day. Bri set her phone down and followed her into the shower. Gena started the water, making sure the water was nice and warm, and soaked Bri’s new haircut. She turned off the water, and before Bri could say anything, though, Gena walked into the shower with her, and squirted some shampoo onto her hands. 

“Oh, you’re going to be in here with me?” Bri asked. It was obvious this wasn’t normal procedure, but Gena replied with an ‘uh-huh’ noise, like it was totally normal. She pushed her fingers into Bri’s scalp, massaging her with her strong fingers, and Bri closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation. Gena had a feeling Bri was letting her touch her so much because she hadn’t felt the sensation of touch for quite some time. Her hair wasn’t what Gena was focused on, though, as Gena began grinding into Bri’s body. She did so slowly, pressing her large chest against Bri’s backside, her nipples hardened from how horny she was. She tossed her apron aside, and aligned her pussy against Bri’s ass, and began rubbing herself against it. Bri let out a gasp of surprise, but didn’t say anything, her eyes still shut. 

Gena leaned her head into Bri’s neck, breathing hot air onto her skin as she said, “you’re just as soft as I thought you would be,” she could see goosebumps on Bri’s flesh as she spoke, and she ground into her harder, her hips moving like it knew exactly what to do. She pressed her lips against Bri’s flesh and began sucking on it, perhaps making a hickey and claiming Bri as her plaything. Her fingers continued to push into her hair, making the experience both calming and arousing at the same time as she ignored the shampoo now slowly dripping onto Bri’s fully clothed body. 

She couldn’t take it anymore. She had to see what the woman looked like underneath that tight clothing. She wrapped her hand around her top, and began lifting it slowly, inch by inch, letting the fat rolls finally free and out of its tight confines. They fell out of her and jiggled as they bounced. Gena tossed the shirt outside of the shower, and then did the same to Bri’s bra, unhooking it from behind her, and tossing it outside as well. Still not wanting to turn Bri around, she began touching her belly, her fingers kneading deep inside of her fat rolls, sinking as deep inside as she possibly could. She could feel Bri shaking a little as she explored her, and Gena knew she must’ve been so nervous. 

She reached up higher and higher until her fingers were kneading Bri’s breasts. They were much larger than hers and slightly drooping down with the weight of them, and Gena was delighted to find that her nipples were actually hard despite the heat of the shower. She now had confirmation that her actions were actually turning Bri on. She began gently rolling Bri’s thick nipples between her fingers, making the other girl let out a gasp from the sensation. With her other hand, she grabbed a handful of Bri’s breasts, sinking into the skin just as she did with her belly. She couldn’t wait to wrap her mouth around her breasts and suck deeply, or even lay on them to sleep at night. She had always been right, big girls were the funnest to play with. 

When she was done exploring Bri’s upper body, she began unbuckling her jeans. As soon as she undid the single button at the top of her belly, her whole waist seemed to spill out of her in relief. She had definitely been stuffing too much of her fat inside of those jeans, which were perhaps two sizes too small for her. Without even looking at the front of Bri’s body, she betted the skin, and could feel the heavy indentation of the jeans into her skin. “I don’t know why you’re doing this to yourself, it’s so uncomfortable. You should just admit to yourself who you truly are. If you’re going to keep stuffing cake inside of your body every night, then buy wider jeans.” She reached down the zipper and unzipped her, then pulled the pants off. Bri was now wearing nothing but her panties and some white socks, and Gena wanted her fully naked. She wanted to see her body in all its glory, fully out and naked for her. 

Her butt was so incredibly juicy. It wasn’t the biggest part of her, but it was still very jiggly, and full of cellulite just like her thighs. Gena couldn’t help it, she spanked Bri’s ass, not very roughly, to hurt, but in a way to make it bounce as much as possible. It did so, jumping a few times before falling back into place. She let out a loud giggle, it was better than she could’ve ever imagined. The panties Bri was wearing were too tight, just like the rest of her clothing. It was a light orange piece with lacing on the top and bottom that sunk into her skin, so much so that it was hidden within her stomach folds. Gena dug her fingers inside of her skin, consumed by the heat of her, and pulled it down without a word of warning. She helped take it off completely, along with Bri’s socks, and at long last, turned the big girl around to face her. 

“Look at you,” she said, smiling at Bri. 

Bri tried to cover herself, her palms shooting up over her puffy crotch, but Gena tsked, and shoved her hand aside. “I want to see every single part of you,” she scolded. She admired the girl now, and reached forward to pinch her at a few spots, particularly her hip and between her thighs, rolling the meat in between her fingers. “I think I should strip too, so we can compare our bodies. I’m a couple of pounds overweight at the gut, but it’s nothing compared to yours.” Gena began stripping her clothes off, so much quicker than the deliberate way she did with Bri. She tossed them all aside, and cocked her hip as she looked at Bri. “Do you like what you see?” she asked proudly. She’d never been insecure about herself, and loved showing her body off.

Bri blushed, “you know you’re beautiful, Gena.” 

Gena smiled wickedly. “Do I? Look at the difference between us, though. Your gut is definitely way bigger than mine.”

Bri looked down at her own tummy, and nodded, “it’s so obvious now that we’re both naked.”

“Does my body remind you of your old body, hmm? When you were way skinnier? Do you wish you were back to being like this?” 

“I wish I wasn’t so addicted to sweets…” Bri admitted. 

“Turn around again,” Gena commanded. Bri listened after a pause, and Gena proceeded to grab both of her asscheeks, lift them as high as they would go, and drop them. She giggled again as she watched them both bounce in front of her. “I think I could do this over and over all day…” she said. She loved that Bri was letting her do whatever she wanted to her body. 

She turned the handle of the shower, forcing the hot water onto both of them, and took out her usual shower sponge. “You know, I think we’re both a little dirty, don’t you agree?” She smirked, and squirted some soap onto the sponge. “I wonder how much sweat you’ve got in between your rolls, we both know big girls always have to deal with that, especially with the summer heat.” She lathered up the sponge, and began cleaning Bri off. In typical BDSM relationships, the care takes place after the sex, but she couldn’t help herself, she just wanted to touch Bri all over, and this was the perfect excuse to do it. She pressed the soap onto Bri’s shoulders, and began rubbing at it, moving lower and lower until she reached her breasts. She made circles around it, making sure to scrub her underboob, which was definitely sweaty from the weight of her breasts. She swiped it across her nipples a few times, making them more erect, then moved down to her love handles, pushing the sponge in between her rolls. 

Bri watched the entire time, not saying a single word, her breath hitching from time to time from the sensations across her skin. Gena suddenly dropped the sponge and said, “you know, I think my fingers will do a better job.” She lathered more soap, and began pushing her fingers into each and every one of Bri’s folds, wanting to touch every part of her skin.

“This is so embarrassing, my fat has so many folds…” 

“Do you remember when my stomach used to be bigger than yours? I think you looked up to me a little, since I was bigger than you and still had way more friends.” 

Bri nodded. “Yes, I think that’s true. I thought - if Gena was that outgoing, if other people could accept her, then they could accept me too.” 

“You were just too shy,” Gena said, and used her index and thumb to pinch Bri’s tummy. Her skin was so soft in between her fingers, and so much more fun to grab now that it was covered in soap. She poked it a few times, laughing. “Mine definitely doesn’t jiggle like that. It must take you ages to shower on your own, making sure you get all these crevices.”

She moved her fingers under Bri’s largest crevice, the spot under her distended stomach, and lathered it up as well. Her fingers sank so deep inside of her she could feel the heaviness of the weight of her stomach on her fingers, and she lifted her up from underneath then dropped her again, letting the heaviness fall down. “Turn around,” she said, and Bri listened, letting her see her back once more. “Do you know how many back rolls you have, Bri? I’m sure you never get to see it that clearly.”

“I can feel them, but I don’t know how many there are… is it bad?” She asked.

Bri began playing with her again, her fingers squeezing and prodding the fat that protruded from her back. It wasn’t as soft as her belly, but the waves were just as fun to lather up for Gena. With two of her hands, Gena followed the curve of Bri’s hips, arching outwards then in again. “I don’t know what’s worse, your belly or your hips…” she said. “They’re both gigantic.” She pinched her hips, then squatted down, “I bet it’s hard for you to squat now, or do any sort of exercise. You have to carry all the weight each time.” She worked her way up with the soap this time, starting from her fatty ankles, up her calves, and to where her knee was, where there was a distinct fold as well. “I didn’t know what was possible,” she murmured to herself before moving to her thighs. She pinched them, pulling them away from her skin before letting them snap back into place. Then she slapped them with her hands, making them jiggle as she laughed out loud in delight. “It’s like every part of your body is covered in fat…” she said. Bri was shy when Gena got to her crotch, but Gena was delicate with it, making sure to get every corner as she studied the fat in her outer labia. She finally stood up, and said, “well, it’s probably time to hose you off.” She aimed the showerhead at Bri, rubbing all of the soap away while making sure she got all of the folds of her skin once more. “Do you think I got everywhere?” She asked, and was happy when she watched Bri check under her boobs and underneath her belly fat.  

“I think so…” she said, “if I don’t get it, it gets all sweaty down there.”

“Yikes, I bet it’s rough.” Bri only nodded in response. “Do you want me to wash you now?”

Gena shook her head, “nah, I’m all clean. I just got naked so we could compare our bodies properly.” The two girls stepped out of the shower, and Gena immediately offered to dry Bri off. She purposefully grabbed a small towel, and started to wipe every bit of her, “can you jump? I just want to see what it looks like.”

Bri bit her lip as she contemplated nervously, but jumped, forcing all of her fat to bounce upwards at once then landing. “Oh wow, that was even more impressive than I thought. Do it again,” Bri jumped, and some water splashed on Gena as she chuckled. “You must feel all of that weight release then fall back onto your body. It’s like you’re skinny just for a millisecond.” 

“I can just dry myself off, you know,” Bri commented as Gena pushed the towel under her breasts, rubbing it a few times and feeling the weight on her fingers again.

“Nah, you gotta go through all the labor everyday. Let someone do all the hard work,” Gena replied. She moved down and dried under her belly, then stuffed the small towel into her hip rolls. “If I push the towel deep enough, your belly completely consumes it,” she said. “You know, you can use that as a weapon or something. Hide stuff inside your rolls at a nightclub, so security can’t find it. Oooh! Or you can sneak snacks into the movie theater.” Bri blushed furiously, and Gena said, “wait, you’ve done that before, haven’t you?”

“I really wanted some chocolate, and the movie theater’s was too expensive, so I hid it under my boob, but by the time I got there, it had completely melted.” 

Gena burst out laughing, “I can’t believe you just told me that story. You know I’m never going to let you live it down, right? With the amount of fat your boob has, of course it’s going to be a furnace down there.” She finished drying Bri off, and quickly toweled herself off. 

“I guess it’s time to finish the hair?” Bri said, and Gena wondered if she heard a bit of sadness in her voice, like she didn’t want this to be over. 

Gena’s response was to give her ass a big spank, and watch it fall down and jiggle once more. “I bet you do this all the time. You’ve got to see this in a mirror.” 

“I try not to look at myself as much as possible… it’s too shameful,” Bri admitted.

“Oh, that won’t do,” Gena scolded. She had a great idea. “Never mind about the styling, I’ll do that later. Quick, come with me.” She unlocked her bedroom, and pulled her inside of it. 

Her bedroom was a cozy haven with a gothic twist. Dark, velvety curtains framed the windows, a queen-sized bed, covered in a black and deep purple comforter, stood in the center, flanked by nightstands adorned with vintage lamps. The walls were decorated with a mix of framed band posters and gothic artwork. A small bookshelf in the corner was filled with novels and gems. A large chest contained her toys, which she had already imagined using on Bri. The room had an attached walk-in closet, and she pulled Bri into it now, showing off her large floor to ceiling mirror along with a plush chair. 

Bri immediately seemed to recoil from the mirror, like she didn’t want to see her new body. Gena rolled her eyes at that, and shoved her right at the center of the room, forcing her to look at her fully naked form. She turned her around so her ass was facing the mirror, and told her to turn her head to see her own ass. “Isn’t it so insanely juicy and full? When was the last time you looked at yourself like this, huh?” Before Bri could reply, Gena did the same thing again, lifting both cheeks up, and dropping them so they could bounce. “This is years and years of hard work, Bri. Eating all that food.” 

“I look horrible,” Bri said, “I don’t know how to change it.”

“You just have to embrace being fat if you’re not going to change your habits. And looking at you, it doesn’t seem like you have the self-control to stop,” Gena said. 

Bri actually looked at herself now, staring at her reflection in the mirror while she took it all in. Gena watched from behind her, curious about Bri's reaction. She squeezed Bri’s arm, then lifted both of her arms before dropping them down. “I feel like every part of you jiggles when I touch it,” she said, “even your arms.” 

Bri let out a loud sigh, “I can’t believe I look like this now.”

“Don’t let it get you down,” Gena said, trying to be encouraging for the first time that night. 

Bri, feeling a bit better, began squeezing her own fat, pulling it taut and snapping it back. “I guess it is kinda fun to play with all of the fat like this… it’s kind of like a water bed.”

Gena chuckled, and did the same thing to her belly. “What’s been something you didn’t know would happen, getting fat like this?”

Bri seemed to think through it, still transfixed by her reflection, “there’s a few things. Like being worried I won’t fit on roller coaster rides or down a waterslide, and how my thighs chafe together when I walk. I also get sweaty so easily. Like my shirts are always drenched, it’s annoying.” 

“Have you noticed all the cellulite?” Gena asked, pointing to a large one.

Bri nodded, “I hate that too, and this,” she said, grabbing onto the fat from her arms and shaking them. “They’re just always dangling.”

 “Just think of all the sweets you had to consume to get them like that,” Gena laughed. “Wait, I have another awesome idea!” 

“Maybe I should go…” Bri replied sadly. “I think I should put on some clothes.”

“I have some clothes you can put on,” Gena said, and walked over to the bathroom before returning almost immediately. She showed Bri what she was holding in her hand - the panties she was just wearing, a black polka dotted thong. “Do you want to try on my panties? Remember when I lent you my gym clothes because you got your shirt all wet? We were exactly the same size, then. I want to see how different you are wearing my clothes now.”

Bri seemed hesitant, but Gena was already so excited as she began slipping the panties on her, kneeling down so she could be as close to Bri’s body as possible. She was face to face with her puffy crotch as she pulled her own panties up. It was incredibly tight, even tighter than the ones she was wearing, and when she got to the swelling of her thighs, she couldn’t pull it up anymore. The fabric just wouldn’t stretch that much. “Well, we both knew that was going to happen.”

Bri covered her face with her hands, “so embarrassing… I can’t believe we used to share clothes.”

“I did really want to see you wear my dirty panties, but I guess that’s not happening,” she hooked her finger against the thong, and ripped it in half, then began pulling Bri towards her couch. Bri seemed to completely forget about wanting to leave, because she went along with Gena, and let her drape her body over the chair. 

“What are you doing?” She asked, her butt now fully exposed.

“I need to spank you some more, it’s just too good,” Gena admitted. “I promise I won’t go too hard. I’m not that strong, anyway.” 

Bri thought about it, then closed her eyes and nodded. “Now, look up over there, I have you positioned right at the mirror, so you can see my hands slamming against you. I want you to keep your eyes open, Bri.” Gena slammed her palm against her right cheek at once, making it jiggle again, over and over until it stopped at the center. There was a clear red palm print where she had slapped her, and though Bri had cried out in shock, she knew she was fine. She did the same to the other cheek, and then moved her finger in between Bri’s puffy lips. Bri jolted, but stayed still as Gena sunk two fingers inside of her folds. They were just as fat as the rest of her, puffy and thick, and felt deliciously warm and gooey inside as she sunk her fingers inside of Bri. “Can you see my fingers sinking inside of you?”

“I’ve never seen myself like this before…” 

“I see you’re already wet for me, was it the spanking?” She asked. She used her other hand to slap her again, and continued the pattern of playing with her pussy after every few spanks, making her wetter and wetter as she went along with teasing her body. Her pussy was so tight on the inside, and she knew Bri didn’t have anything inside of it very often. Bri was staring at herself, her eyes wide open, like she couldn’t believe her body could look like this. Gena pinched her thighs, grabbing a large chunk of meat as she did. “Did you know you were this obedient?” She asked. “You’re a natural submissive.”

“You just seem so confident, I feel like I want to do everything you ask me to,” Bri answered honestly. “And it feels so good…”

“Do you want to feel better?” Gena asked. “You can leave if you want to, I won’t force you to stay.” Gena was trying to be good, but she knew Bri wouldn’t leave now, especially with how wet she was. 

“How can I feel better?” Bri asked. Gena wondered how much sexual experience the woman in front of her had. They were both past their college experimenting days, but Bri was so isolated Gena didn’t think she even managed to experiment at all. Gena kind of felt some pride, like she wanted to be the first one to show Bri how awesome everything could be sexually.

“Come, let’s move to my bed,” Gena said, satisfied at Bri’s response. The two girls headed to the bedroom again, and Bri crawled up to Gena’s bed, looking at her as she waited for her next instruction. 

Gena climbed up next to her, then laid down, looking up at Bri with a smirk on her face. “I want you to exercise for once. Climb on top of me and grind against me until you cum, I want to watch your body move as you do it.” Bri looked incredibly nervous at that, and Gena wondered if she would’ve said no if she wasn’t so riled up by her fingers. Bri bit her lip and climbed on top of Gena hesitantly. Gena let out a dramatic ‘oof’ as she did, saying, “you’re heavier than I thought.” Bri looked like she felt bad, and was about to crawl off when Gena shook her head. “Don’t worry, I can take it. I want to watch you use my body and cum.”

Bri pressed her crotch against Gena’s, and looked very obviously like she’d never done anything like it before. She began moving her body back and forth, and Gena’s eyes began staring at every part of Bri as her fat began jiggling. It was even worse than the jumping. As Bri’s body moved forwards and backwards, her breasts began bouncing, and the layers of fat on her skin moved up and down against gravity. It looked like a lot of effort on Bri’s part, as she had to hold herself up while moving all the weight of her back and forth. Gena reached her hand up and grabbed a handful of Bri’s  breasts, and began kneading them between her fingers, sinking them as deep as she possibly could. She arched her hands in a C-shape, cupping them and squeezing her meat like she was milking a cow. She took every opportunity she had to touch all the parts of the woman above her, her fingers never stopping to squeeze and pinch as much as possible. She tried to wrap her hands around to reach Bri’s ass, but her circumference was way too big for her to get around, and even as she reached the sides of her cheeks, it was way too big and mushy for her to hang on to. Feeling resigned, she went back to grinding against Bri, trying to give her more friction, but she was so distracted by the girl on top of her that she couldn’t help but poke and pinch at her belly, even lifting it and dropping it down onto her own a few times. She loved watching them jiggle against each other, with Bri’s belly almost completely covering hers. 

Gena had thought she would be able to take it, but Bri was very heavy, and the weight of her entire body was pressing down on hers. Her own belly was squished all the way down, making it hard for her to breathe properly. Bri didn’t seem like she was having a good time either, as she was so out of breath from the exertion that she was barely focusing on her own pleasure. Before Gena could say anything, though, Bri climbed off of her as she panted, and slumped on top of the bed, making it shake slightly as her body slumped down. “That was even harder than I thought it would be…” Bri said.

“You barely lasted a few minutes,” Gena chuckled. “I thought you were out of shape, but boy this is bad. Do you even get up to walk at all, or do you just eat all day?” Bri blushed, and Gena proceeded to climb on top of her. “Let me show you how it's done, Bri.” She began moving her body against Bri’s like an expert, grinding their pussies together as she looked down at her. “It’s harder than usual. Your belly is so in the way.” She made the dramatic movement of pushing Bri’s tummy up as hard as she could, but as soon as she let it go, it went right back to where it was before. “You’re already so sweaty, and I just took forever washing you!” 

“I told you me being on top would be hard…” Bri replied. Gena gave up on grinding, and proceeded to lock Bri in between her legs and play with her body instead.

“Look at our stomachs hitting each other. I thought mine was big, but yours must be almost double in size,” she moved down as much as she could, squeezing both of the bellies together. She leaned down, lower and lower, until they were face to face. There was so much fat in between them now. She could feel Bri’s breasts pressed against hers, and their bellies squeezing against each other’s. “I wonder how much weight we’ve put on the bed now,” she said before kissing the girl underneath her. Bri was hesitant at first, but with Gena’s insistent mouth, she opened for her, letting Gena push her tongue inside. Gena took charge like she always did, her mouth working against Bri’s as she pushed inside of her. Her hands, never liking to stop moving, began touching Bri’s body again, squeezing and stroking her skin as it trailed all over her. She pulled back and smirked at Bri, “how was your first kiss with a girl?”

“How did you know?” Bri asked.

“You’re so obvious. I can tell with just how nervous you are. Was I better than the guys you’ve kissed? They said girls are the best kissers.” 

Bri nodded, “it was a really good kiss.” 

“Are you ticklish? Or has all the layers of fat made it hard?” Gena asked, and before Bri could answer, she began tickling her armpits, making the girl squeal so much tears began forming in her eyes. “I’ll take that as a yes,” Gena said, chuckling. She pinched her armpit fat, saying, “your skin is so smooth everywhere. It’s so fun to pinch and feel it all over…” 

“Your skin is smooth too, Gena,” Bri said.

“Yeah, but it’s not nearly as jiggly and soft as yours. I feel like you’re just a giant pillow. I could just fall asleep on you,” Gena realized she wanted to do just that, but she still owed Bri an orgasm after teasing her for so long. She pushed her lips against hers again, but this time, her fingers moved all the way down to her pussy, and two digits sunk right into her flesh. She was pleased to find Bri was still very wet and ready for her. She arched her fingers up to hit her g-spot, and began pumping into her as their lips pressed against each other. Bri moaned into her mouth, and Gena moved even faster. She stopped kissing her, and moved her body so she could see exactly what she was doing in between Bri’s legs. “Your puffy lips are so big I can barely see what I’m doing,” she said. “My fingers would be able to reach so much deeper if they weren’t in the way.” She used her other hand to spread her heavy lips apart, and studied Bri’s pussy like she had studied the rest of her body. 

She moved her fingers so her thumb was resting against Bri’s clit, and began rubbing it in circles while pumping inside of her. Bri reacted more and more by the second, eventually arching her back and moaning loudly as she felt her impending orgasm. “I assume this is the first time a woman is making you cum,” Gena said triumphantly. Bri could only nod in response, not able to get actual words out. She dug her fingers into the sheets underneath her. Gena kept going faster and faster until Bri came. Gena didn’t blink for a single second as she watched Bri’s body convulse. It was so fascinating seeing her fat shake along with her muscles as her whole body lost control. She shook so much every part of her was jiggling, just as Gena had intended. There was sweat in every corner of her skin, particularly between the folds, and Gena wondered if they would have to shower together again to properly clean her up. Her whole body slumped down when she was finished, forcing the bed to shake again from her impact. “Yikes, you’re going to cause an earthquake from doing that,” she teased. 

Bri was panting loudly like she had just run a marathon, and Gena collapsed next to her, a grin on her lips still. “Well, that was a hell lot of fun!” she said.

“What? But you didn’t even cum. I didn’t even do anything to make you feel good…” Bri said. “Tell me what I should do, and I can do it.”

Gena shook her head, “nah, I put you through enough for one day.”

Bri tried to turn her body, but she was too exhausted and heavy to move around, so continued to lay on her back, “wait, does that mean you want to keep seeing each other like this?”

Gena nodded. “Of course, we had so much fun today! I didn’t even get to fuck  you yet…” She peaked at Bri, who was bright red again from embarrassment. 

“Should we put on some clothes?” Bri asked, Gena loved how Bri asked her for suggestions about doing everything - she was the perfect submissive. 

“Nah, let’s cuddle. I’ve been dreaming about laying on you from the moment you came out of the car.” She moved onto Bri’s body, her head resting on the biggest part of her - her protruding tummy. Gena snuggled into it, and let out a content sigh. “Who needs pillows and stuffed animals when you got the softest and bounciest pillow of all?” 

“Is it really that comfortable?” Bri asked hesitantly. 

Gena turned her body to her side so she could look at Bri. “You’re going to be my pillow from now on.” It didn’t take her long to fall asleep, smiling contently as she did.