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"Fit Friend, Fat Friend": An Exclusive Cut
🕑 Added 2024-05-13 17:21:16 +0000 UTCI'm really happy with how this one turned out. If I may put my finger on the proverbial scale for later on, I think outside of "Trading Influence" this one has the best potential for an extended cut.
Enjoy!
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Layla was the fat friend of her group. She knew that. She had grown up just like that. Many people had gotten used to calling her Lard Ass Layla. It was an unfortunate but fitting nickname given the extremely large size of Layla’s blubbery posterior. Hers was an ass that was matched only by her big belly which was a sloppy spare tire that regularly sloshed from side to side as she waddled around, that waddling courtesy of the thick thunder thighs that she was sporting.
For years, Layla was the least popular girl in whatever school she was in. That is until she Samaira. Samaira was a queen, the complete opposite of Layla. She was always considered classically pretty. She was always well liked and popular, and the only thing that stopped her from being a stereotype was the fact that she was also rather nice. Sure, Layla was not immune to criticism from Samaira. And Samaira was full of microaggressions and passive aggressive comments about Layla’s weight or appetite, but for the most part Samaira was Layla’s true best friend, and as such she became part of a friend group of plenty of other people who otherwise would have been very mean to her.
Still, Layla remembered the exact moment she wished things could be at least a little different, a little better.
It was the end of their summer right before the beginning of college, and Sam was throwing one last rager before everyone went their separate ways. Though Layla was going to college with at least one member of their friend group, Jenny, whom Samaira had actually convinced to room with Layla after quite a bit of prodding, Samaira was headed elsewhere, destined to pursue her dreams while networking with a whole new set of people. Everyone knew she would keep in touch and that their close bonds would last forever, but the fact that this was the first time in years that their friend group was going to be going its separate ways added a weight of melancholy to the party.
That meant it had to be the biggest party of all time with all the coolest people.
And that made Layla feel like her fat ass stuck out like a sore thumb. There was a lot of talking at the party, but so much of it seemed to be around her and not at her. People weren’t always mean to her face, but she caught the occasional side comment as she ate BBQ while standing around in a one piece that had definitely fit her better.
Samaira meanwhile… it was all just so effortless for her. When she wanted attention, she got it. She turned heads just by walking past. She never had to wait to say what she wanted to say. She always got her way. This was her world. She was the undisputed queen.
Layla wanted that. She wanted at least a piece of it. She would settle for just feeling like she fit in.
So she made a vow then to change herself, not like super drastically or dangerously, but she was going to take charge of her life, and, with a renewed sense of control and vigor, she would shape herself into exactly what she wanted to be and no longer settle for being the fat friend on the fringe of the popular group.
At the end of the party she hugged Samaira goodbye, and as she did, she felt Sam’s toned body. A wicked little notion popped into her head. She couldn’t help but wish that her and Sam could switch places, that Samaira’s life wouldn’t be so effortlessly perfect and that she would get to experience the struggles of being the fat friend. She pictured Samaira struggling with her weight, popping buttons and splitting pants as she struggled to fit into her jeans. Layla wanted to wrap her arms around Samaira and feel the softness of Sam’s plush belly and thick love handles. She wanted them to switch places completely.
And little did she know that overtime and in its own way her wish would come true.
By the time Thanksgiving rolled around and the whole crew got back together for a Friendsgiving celebration of their own, there were winds of change in the crisp Autumn air. Layla was proud of some early college weight loss. While others may have given in to the freshman fifteen, Layla had stuck to her summer promise and taken control of her habits. It turns out that Jenny was a big help in that regard. The two had grown very close living together that first trimester, and she served as a model and a personal trainer which really helped Layla stay on track with her goals.
Meanwhile, Samaira had clearly taken to partying. Layla couldn’t help but notice the way that Sam filled out her sweater in a new way. And she didn’t mean with her breasts. Sam had definitely grown the start of a noticeable beer belly. It wasn’t huge by any means, and nobody would even call her chubby. It was just that since Sam had been so slim any amount of weight gain was noticeable especially to Layla who couldn’t help but be looking for it. She was especially gleeful when she noted that Samaira took seconds and Friendsgiving and still had room for dessert featuring two slices of pie and a handful of cookies. She chuckled to herself as she caught the side eye that a few friends were giving Samaira over her display of gluttony. Samaira seemed obviously to all of this and even to her own weight gain, and Layla hoped that she would remain so for as long as possible to maximize her gains.
And Sam did remain oblivious for quite a while.
But then summer came.
It wasn’t that Samaira was fat per se. It was just that… well she wasn’t exactly thin either. She was packing quite a few party pounds, especially around the middle. And people didn’t quite know what to say about the now borderline chubby queen bee. This worked out well for Layla because in an effort to avoid talking about how much weight Samaira had gained, they instead doubled down on their talk about how much weight Layla had lost.
Layla had a spectacular Freshman year at college. Not only had she excelled academically, but she had lost an impressive amount of weight, and, while she was still far heavier than Samaira, she couldn’t help but smirk at the direction things were heading in.
It seemed that Sam had picked up some nervous eating habits, and, as she stood around in a bikini that fit her much better the year before with her chunky ass cheeks and freshman beer belly on full display, her nervousness led her to eat a lot which in turn led to a lot more whispering behind Samaira’s back. Layla was certain that Sam had to have heard at least some of this. She had to have known what a spectacle she had turned herself into after gaining a good deal more than the freshman fifteen and going from a hottie with a hard body to a bloated party girl struggling to fit into her bikini while still openly stuffing her face with barbecue.
How delightfully embarrassing for her.
Layla couldn’t help but revel in the feeling of humiliation that Samaira must have been experiencing. Sam had never had to put up with being embarrassed for a moment in her entire life. She never knew what it felt like, and to know that Sam was now learning the hard way what it was like to not have an absolutely perfect life was thrilling.
Layla also couldn’t help but notice that Samaira was the only one to not compliment her on her weight loss which just made Layla hope that Samaira would gain even more weight. As she gave Samaira a hug goodbye, she was sure to squeeze hard and drink in Samaira’s new softness as she dreamed of more to come.
And sure enough that dream would come true.
It was a hard summer for Samaira. Her father’s business went belly up and Sam found herself in unfamiliar and unsteady financial waters. In order to help offset some of the massive college costs she was experiencing, Sam had to get a job at her local Thick Burger. Because she was new to the job she couldn’t afford to not take holiday shifts which meant that Layla didn’t get to see Sam again until the next summer.
Things can certainly change in a year.
By the time summer rolled around, Samaira’s body was a mess of fat rolls with the biggest being her blubbery belly that rolled over the waistband of her pants. Layla had gotten to spend some personal time really inspecting Samaira’s overflowing figure before their usual pool party get together because the two needed to each get new swimsuits, though they were buying them for radically different reasons.
It was Jenny who first pointed out how similar Samaira and Layla now looked, though in Layla’s case it was a clear compliment. From there people were off to the races. There was a fair bit of cognitive dissonance to sit through for Layla, listening people praise her for her own weight loss and compliment her on her own figure while chastising Samaira and offer words of concern and advice to her even though it was all agreed that she was weighing in at or around Layla’s current weight. (People had the decency to not pull out the scales though Layla was half hoping they would.)
What was different about the two women, even though they were both approximately the same in weight and height was the way in which they carried themselves. Layla carried herself with a new found air of confidence. She dressed herself as a woman who loved her curves and dressed for them. Samaira just looked like someone who had let themselves go. She had a vibe of someone who was traditionally hot and now that she wasn’t she didn’t know what to do with herself. Their weight may have been the same, but everyone could tell that the two were headed in different directions. Everything was positive when it came to Layla, and for all the chastising, words of concern and advice… well, everyone could just tell that things were going to get fatter for Samaira.
And they were right.
The rest of college went the same way as the first two years did. Layla’s weight continued to trend downward, and Samaira just continued her downward spiral.
Nobody expected Samaira to end up obese. They all thought that surely she would pull herself together. They didn’t think she would ever be thin again. (And without saying it out loud many people certainly hoped that she would never be thin again.) But nobody could have expected Samaira to end up nearly as large as she got.
Layla, meanwhile, never got as slim as Samaira used to be, but she did develop curves that she could own, and her confidence was so high that she learned to instantly command a room. She became the kind of person people paid attention to, the woman who could turn heads.
Samaira turned heads too but it was mostly so people could gawk at her like they were rubbernecking a five car pileup.
The most perfect example of these came during Layla and Samaira’s five year highschool reunion. Suddenly Layla was the bell of the ball, the talk of the town, the new queen that everyone naturally flocked too. The compliments abounded. The jealousy was real, and Layla loved to soak it all in. She was finally experiencing what she had longed for her entire life. She was finally where she always felt she should be.
Samaira showed up late. This was unfortunate for her because it made for a rather grand and notable entrance that she would have rather avoided. It was an entrance that was further delayed by the fact that people almost didn’t let her in at all when she was so thoroughly unrecognizable. But hey, that’s what nametags are for, so she wouldn’t be able to avoid lack of recognition later on. For Samaira, putting her nametag on felt like putting a ribbon on a prized pig for everyone to see. She immediately wanted to leave, but she had promised too many people in her friend group, Layla included, that she would be there and didn’t want to appear chicken. She would have preferred to just sneak around unnoticed, but at her size that was impossible.
Every head turned to see Samaira’s grand entrance as she came waddling into the auditorium.
The dress was a poor choice. It was a skintight ensemble that had clearly fit her much better several dozen pounds ago. It was overstressed and threatened to burst from all the fat that it was forced to contain. It hugged her like she was one big overstuffed sausage, misshapen from an array of bulges, and it left absolutely nothing to the imagination. Every fold was outlined. Every roll was clear. She looked even fatter than she was, and Samaira was morbidly obese.
Sam’s big blubbery belly took center stage wobbling about as a big sack of gelatinous fat, tugging at the fabric of her dress and forcing it to pull upward and reveal even more of her tree trunk like thunder thighs covered in cellulite. They wobbled and slapped together with each movement, and as she shuffled along her fat flabby ass was threatening to slide out the bottom of the dress and expose her cellulite covered ass cheeks as well as her enormous and yet undersized granny panties to the world.
The gasps were audible as people began to realize who the tremendously fat woman was, the obese hog who had been homecoming and prom queen. Samaira lumbered through the auditorium, and waddled past her friends and directly to the buffet. She couldn’t help herself. Even though Sam had secretly had a large meal at home with the specific intention of not needing to eat in front of people here, the reactions to her appearance peaked her anxiety and forced her toward her most comforting crutch.
Food.
Without a word to anyone else, Samaria loaded her plate with ziti and buffalo wings and breadsticks. She went to town on her feast as people watched her inhale what was on her plate and go back for a second, and then a third. It was during the third plate that people really got bold.
See, Samaira was usually a nice person in high school. But remember how she had a tendency to have passive aggressive comments about Layla? Well, she had that kind of bad habit about a lot of people. And many people tend to take passive aggressive comments rather personally, and when they hold on to those personal grudges for a long period of time, they tend to become rather aggressive in response.
“Look at that pig!” was the first comment Samaira heard that she realized was directly about her.
“Prom Queen to pig!”
“Homecoming queen to hog!”
“She can’t stop eating.”
“She looks like she hasn’t stopped eating for five years.”
People grew even bolder. They began to come up to her and loudly express every personal gripe they had ever had; every mean thing Samaira had ever said was thrown back in her face. They unloaded on her with verbal barbs and physical pokes. Her fat was pinched, prodded and jiggled, and all Sam could do was offer some half hearted apologies mumbled through mouthfuls of pasta and then waddle over to the dessert table.
Layla couldn’t help but feel a sense of schadenfreude as Samaira experienced in just a few minutes all that Layla had experienced for years. Sam was truly stuck now and forever feeling the embarrassment of being the fat friend, and the fact that she was so much fatter than Layla had ever been was icing on the cake.
Eventually, Layla had enough and decidedly to use her newfound popularity to protect her friend from any further embarrassment. She sent all the vultures away and put a comforting arm around Samaira’s fat shoulders offering her some quick diet advice as she led her to a table so that Samaira could continue to comfort herself by eating in peace.
At the end of the night, Samaira thanked her friend with a great big hug. Layla felt every ounce of softness, squeezed as hard as she could to drink in just how fat her friend had become and pressed her now much more toned body against Samaira’s flab so that Sam could see just how much had changed between them.
Even with all the squeezing, Layla was very pleased to know that could not get her arms all the way around her big fat friend.
