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“And be careful Rebecca! You watch your waistline over there! You know how prone you are to gaining weight!”

A Prim and proper housewife chimed in, to her lazy yet independent daughter.

“Alright! Mother..” Becky sighed, waving her way to the airplane.

13 hours later.

In a pink woolly sweater and a pair of pale blue denim jeans, Rebecca walked out the cabin and into the sweltering Texan heat.

Longing to change into something far more suited to the southern temperature, she hurriedly raced to the shaded shelter of the airport’s food court, absolutely famished. It didn’t take long to find.

You could have followed the signs that were put up everywhere, or the delicious smells. Or even the masses of corpulent Americans that were almost guaranteed to stop by its generously stocked buffet stands.

With a combination of all three, she rather breathlessly made it through the glass double doors and joined the queue, behind as Becky rather ominously took in were two very large blonde girls who looked like sisters.

“Hey Katie! Hey Alice.. How was your holiday?!” a spotty cashier called over from his checkout.

“Ughhh! It’s just so good to be Back in America!”One of them groaned rather too loudly.

“I know! I mean France was nice but everything’s so small! The chairs.. And the booths.. And the taxis.. And the servings were tiny!” the sister replied

“Tell me about it! How many little plates did we scoff? Was no wonder those French girls were so skinny!”

“Well, we’ve got a new triple cheeseburger on offer I just know you’d both really enjoy, cheese within the meat and every type of brisket poured on top!”

“What? Ooohhh....”

“Ill save it for you later! I know how hungry you gals get!”

Their soft pudgy hands caressed the wide lower belly rolls that stretched the zipper of those pants, their eyes glazed over at the anticipation of yet another satisfying and ludicrous gorge.

Both of these girls couldn’t be much older than the 19 year old Rebecca, but they were both at least two hundred pounds fatter than she was and twice as round.

Stuffed into tight jeans that pinched and squeezed and tugging at tank tops that barely reached past their belly buttons these girls clearly belonged in a fast food environment, the high food culture of France must have been a shock to the supersized greasy fried feasts they were used too.

They weren’t the only fatties callously showing off their bloated porcine bodies either. Some of the girls working behind the counter had love handles peeking over waistbands and bellies quivering out their uniformed shirts.

Many of the women also sat eating had completely neglected to pull up their range of strained spandex and sweat related pants up their hips when they sat, as thunderous thighs copious guts and mountainous arses spread well across the seats with their rolls displaced and surged outwards, they simply licked their fingers and took another bite, utterly ignoring the fact that they had handfuls of blubber wobbling on display.

Becky felt as if she had come to another planet.

She waited patiently as the two drooling butterballs sandwiched their big bellies up against the buffet rack taking up all the space and reached desperately out, they couldn’t seem to grasp the tongs to the fried chicken beyond the swell of their considerable poundage.

“Here!” Rebecca gestured warmly, deftly lunging in past a very soft love handle to rescue the bloated bombshells.

“Oooh! Thanks missy!” the blonde sun kissed girl to Rebecca’s left replied, all three of her chins bunching up with an awkward smile, Becky’s gaze lingered helplessly on the size and swell of her belly and ham sized arms, not to mention those jiggling meaty breasts..

Yes she had a bit of a thing for ‘chubby girls’, but she also liked guys too. However, she felt a certain tingling of the kind she hadn’t in a while. But seeing this inflated Barbie doll with a stomach that spanned well over a foot from her hips had driven her somewhat incensed.

Her plump princess fantasies seemed rather better founded than she had thought and just thinking of these two hogs getting even fatter as she knew they probably would excited her more than she wanted to admit.

After around three minutes of happily watching the young women pile their trays to their most physical capacity and sighing as they cooed and slapped their tummies with open breathing mouths, she finally had the space a socially awkward anxious English girl desired to attend her own devices.

They eventually waddled on towards the till, placing their groaning square trays to the right of their apron bellies from the necessity of not spoiling their feasts.

Both of the apple shaped gluttons racked up a +50 dollar bill and Becky knew that they would enjoy every last cent of it.

Insanely curious, she piled on not one but two plates with as wide a variety of fried food that she thought she could manage, visions of the girls great swelling breasts and bellies swaying all over the place as they made their hefty pilgrimage to a sturdy booth, they incited a vicious carnal desire..

“Hey missy! Is that everything?”

“It’s rather a lot, I know!” Becky giggled shyly, stroking her curly brown hair.

She glanced back at the lumbering blondes who had barely made much progress in their quest to find a seat.

“Yeah! They give me an appetite too!”

Rebecca’s eyes opened in shock at such brash banter, she wandered if he hadn’t been ‘hawking’ the kitchens wares more poetically than he should have done.

Not that William Shakespeare himself would have found much difficulty in luring a fat southern girl into a seventh circle of fried sin.

“It must be a shock coming here to America from old merry Britain!”

Rebecca rolled her eyes in distaste, “And I suppose it must be a shock seeing a girl that hasn’t been fattened to the point she can’t resist a battered Twinkie?”

“Katie and Alice usually ask for them deep fried!” he laughed, returning the flame to this icy rose of an English girl.

“And I bet you give them the butter to pour all over, don’t you fat admirer?”

Rebecca didn’t know where all of this attitude was coming from, but the guy was clearly a bit too much of a creep, drooling over all the obese women that deafened her senses with their slurping and belching.

She stared blankly into his eyes as he pressed his little buttons and the till whizzed out, Becky giggled as it struck him unawares in the crotch amidst his nervous disposition.

“15 dollars, please..” all of the flair from his ego quite dissipated.

“And if your little tummy can handle it, Ill throw in this cheeseburger and you can have all of this for free..”

Rebecca’s initial instinct was to cower out and cut her losses, but she took his gambit because he seemed arrogant and not very nice.

He walked away with a cruel smile on his face and she took a seat nearby in a rather messy booth.

Not long had she sat down as the two sweet looking heavies from the buffet came by, both of them panting and looking a little unhappy.

“Is there any chance we could sit by you?”.. ( she caught her breath ) “All the booths are taken and those chairs”...

“We’re fat and the tables and chairs.. are too close together for our tummies’..” her sister suck for air giggling, they were both pretty stoned.

Not that their appetites needed any extra motivation..

Immediately placing their trays down upon the table, they hunched forward like gargoyles, their two lower rolls slipping down below the table smothering their crossed thighs, the third bounced atop it beautifully shifting from left to right below equally floppy breasts.

With one fat hand they massaged the three heavy tires that dominated their midriff and with their other, food was hastily brought past smeared hungry lips.

Our English belle was in awe of how fat they both were, confused by how much junk food they kept inhaling, it just went against logic! Their arms were four times as wide as our slender English birds and she’d never seen so much apple shaped fat girl in her life!

With eyes cast down and minds dreamily elsewhere, Becky slipped more and more of her food onto their plates, whilst eating her fair share.

In less than fifteen minutes, these booth-oozing beauties had finished everything and around 50% of even Rebecca’s food, when they cast jealous glimpses upon the Cheeseburger that the cashier had given Rebecca however, they stirred vividly.

“Ooohhh, I could use one of those!”

“Me too!” her bubbly sister replied.

The two colossal butterballs grunted and squirmed to rid themselves from position and waddled back to the buffet, their bellies full but their desires still wanting.

Rebecca smiled and she felt herself feeling very happy, dazed by the amount of undulating writhing back fat those girls carried and how weighed down they were by those boulder swinging sacks of blubber they called stomachs.

She realized she had a few moments peace in which to see what all this fuss was about.

Her eyelids fluttered and her heart skipped a beat as her chin ran hot with the tendrils of grease and cheese that flowed freely from the mega sandwiches content.

The giddy knowledge that she had so much to enjoy and how damn irresistibly tasty all this food was drew a sense of gleeful decadent passion that,she hadn’t felt since she was a fat sixteen year old school girl waddling into the canteen.

Those days had past and she had managed to get herself in check, but a strange feeling in her mind jarred and put that restraint into utter doubt.

As she spotted the happy-go-lucky heifers totter over, already munching on their prize Rebecca felt like perhaps she could stand to overdo it, perhaps a little while she stayed here?