"Mmmmmmm~!!"
Courtney literally clasped her hands together like a cartoon character as she swooned over the sight of the biggest plate of bacon cheese fries that Big Daddy's had to offer. Her sausage fingers interlocked as she held them just under her growing double chin, pressed against her bulging breasts while her stomach did much the same against that t-shirt she'd squeezed herself into.
"Gawd I love the new cheese they're using, don't you Haley? It just tastes so good, I could literally eat it all day."
In the time that Haley had been home, she had made a few casual acquaintances. But Courtney was, for better or worse, her most constant companion for a variety of reasons. One, they had a lot of gen ed classes together. Two, she knew how to explain the courses in a way that Haley could understand. And three... she was pretty much happy to effectively tutor Haley in all of these courses, so long as she paid for food sometimes. And that was too good of a deal to pass up.
"Yeah, it's... great." Haley grimaced at the enormous pile of calories, grease, and carbs between the two of them, "Help yourself—it's my treat today, remember?"
"Ooh you shouldn't have told me that." Courtney giggled as she picked up a long, gooey fry and lowered it into her mouth, "I think that today might be a milkshake day too..."
"Ugh, you pig." Haley flicked her balled-up straw paper at her blonde bestie's heaving left tit
"If liking Big Daddy's makes me a pig, then just call me Babe." Courtney fawned over the plate of fries before stabbing at it with her fork and putting an impressive amount in her mouth, "B'cus thatsh me, bithc."
Despite the fact that Haley was doing her best to avoid the Freshman Fifteen, these nights out with Courtney were pretty fun. And yeah, she had the occasional bite. Never as much as Courtney (half the time, she wound up passing off her leftovers to her chesty bestie) but enough to make studying a little more bearable than it might have been otherwise.
And of course, Haley hadn't been the one to put on twenty pounds since the school year started.
But Courtney was a big girl, and she could make her own decisions.
Even if those decisions stood to make her a substantially bigger girl by the time she was done making them.
"Mm... okay, so you're sure you're okay with me getting a milkshake? I don't want to break your bank or anything."
"Nah, it's cool. Mama gave me some money for going to the grocery store yesterday, so I've got it."
"Awesome." Courtney's bright baby blues practically twinkled with excitement as she began waving down their waitress, "Hey! Real quick, do you think we could order something else?"
The waitress nodded, acknowledged Courtney, and trudged away breathless from having to wipe down a freshly vacated table. If it wasn't obvious what a diet of Big Daddy's could do to a girl like Courtney, Haley had a good idea of how well her waitress wore it. Granted, they didn't get the Fat One all the time, but most of the time she was the one who took care of them.
And... wow, they just didn't make them much bigger than that one.
Between her mama and Courtney, not to mention just looking around the grocery store, Haley had kind of gotten used to the idea that there were plenty of big girls in Spartanburg, and their waitress was definitely one of them. Watching her toddle around the restaurant, hips brushing against chairs and tables, seeing her belly droop onto the edge with her little notepad tucked into the pocketed apron that didn't even cover her gut the whole way... it kind of filled Haley with...
What was the word?
Second-hand embarrassment.
"You know Courtney, you'd better cut back on coming to Big Daddy's, or you're gonna wind up just like her." Haley referred to the roly-poly woman that had just waddled off in a thick huff
"Rude." Courtney rolled her eyes dismissively, "What are you, in high school? Don't be such a mean girl."
"I'm just teasing." Haley stuck out her tongue, grabbing a fry for herself, "You make jokes like that all the time."
"Yeah, but that's different. I'm the one doing it." Courtney leaned back into the red pleather booth, tugging on the hem of her shirt as it rode up her tummy, "You're, like, skinny and junk. It's mean when you do it. We went to high school with her, you know."
"We did?"
"Duh. Can you not tell?"
"I mean... I think I would have remembered if—"
"Ugh, you're such a ditz sometimes Haley."
As they poked fun at one another for one reason or another, the blender had time to blare in the background as Courtney's thick-as-fuck peanutbutter milkshake was made. Soon enough, their waitress emerged belly-first and breathless after a long shift as she waddled through the arch that separated the barstools and dining area one from the second half of the store.
"Peanut butter milkshake?" Asked...
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