Rebecca in Texas part 2

Tapping her fingers anxiously, Rebecca surveyed her surroundings, already missing the small cheery pubs and peaceful little cafes of her home town amidst the industrial mega-sized capitalism that had Texas and all of America in its oiled greedy hands.

An airy light Americana country song hummed amidst the bustle of the crowd and nearly managed to overcome the disturbing noises that Katie and Alice made, as if they hadn’t eaten a thing in days.

She was more stuffed than she’d been in years and she could feel a small solid potbelly push painfully against her denim, even as she had slipped handfuls of her remaining plates onto the opposing trays of her unaware eating companions, she felt like a balloon ready to pop..

They ate so voraciously and without abandon it was like she was pouring cattle feed down a pipeline, they certainly ate like pigs at any rate.

I mean sure, there was plenty of big girls in England too, except not near as many and they certainly didn’t display themselves as the residents of this place at all!

Looking at Alice’s chins wobble violently with hearty bites and the rippling effects of Katie, scratching the back of her head with a massive shaking of bingo wing arm flab overwhelmed the senses, it was as if they had outgrown so many sizes of clothing that they had simply become indifferent to the path of total obesity they were chomping towards.

From the absurd waistlines of the two young women in front of her, who literally didn’t seem to care that they were less than 21 years old and weighed around 30 stone, to the throngs of obese mothers and plump jiggling daughters that were sure to follow in their waddling footsteps, Becky just had to distract her mind from all of this madness.

Rebecca’s eyes were pulled and tugged everywhere by the rampant obesity and indulgence that this watering hole had attracted, a stumpy sweating pear with the widest hips in the building had gingerly pulled up two chairs to hold her vast swaying derriere as she waddled back to the buffet for thirds, clearly dismayed with the creaks and groans of her initial seat and struggled to shimmy past a gaggle of plump school girls.

Becky was about to initiate conversation with her silent gorging counterparts when a stunning Mexican woman walked past her, shining with sweat.

Her medium sized hourglass form was probably closing in on 450 and she had clearly picked the wrong day and place to wear an ill fitting business suit, as the toxic heat and her complete lack of physical endurance made it cling to her monumental curves like a vice, suffocating the bulging flab that jostled from her hips belly and ass.

The shifting cellulite ridden thighs and cheeks of the swollen senorita made the outfit ride up horrifically giving everybody a tiny glimpse of her sweat stained wedged white panties, whilst the sagging heavy double belly and oozing doughy hips threatened to explode above the waist.

Even her sides and top looked like tearing to pieces, those arms were so fluffy and jiggly Rebecca just wanted to take a pair of scissors to the sleeves and the fatties’ breasts were so overflowing that they nearly smacked against her whopping double chin..

Yet the girl who caught her eye the most was probably the wisest fat girl she had ever seen, a very pale and flabby brunette girl in her mid twenties was covered from buxom to ankles in a breezy hello-kitty flowing summer dress, and whilst she seemed to fare better than most, the short girls swinging double belly, jiggling hips, bouncing breats and quaking ass globes were clearly outlined by the piece she wore, the heat and perspiration made it look as if she was rolled up in clingfilm.

With an electric fan in hand and a huge ice cream sundae in the other she was clearly experienced in the fine art of being a butterball...

“So..? Girls.. ,tell me about yourselves!” Rebecca piped up curiously, desperate for distraction and by the way they were glutting themselves savagely, she almost wished she hadn’t.

The bloated blondes were such sloppy and messy eaters that their plump fingers were covered in various sauces and soft fattened cheeks were bulging to their capacity with every massive rapid bite that these tank sized dough girls took for granted.

“Third..Year at uni!” Alice belched, “Our boyfriends are on the football team, we met in cheer-leading last year, but now we work in the campus cafeteria!” she muffled, her mouth rolling with meat and bread, spraying small chunks everywhere.

“Chucking us out over a few pounds.. well, We got our own back..” Katie smiled in a seditious style..

Rebecca was gobsmacked, she couldn’t possibly imagine those booth squeezed behemoths doing anything remotely physical asides from waddling very short distances, all of those massive carbohydrate boosting meals their boyfriends wolfed down had obviously been a heavy influence on these ex cheerleaders.

“Well I’m just about to move into my halls for the first year, I guess Ill see you about!”

“Oh my god really!” Katie squealed, she and her sister had finished around half of the 3 pound heart attack and there was a slightly troubled look in their eyes as they faced the horrible dangers of not being able to finish off their meals, which evidently didn’t happen very often.

“Well me and Katie can give you a discount card! 30% off all prices for foreign students!”

“Ha, really! Wow, great!” Becca replied, surprised by her sheer enthusiasm.

“I  know.. I wish I was foreign! With our staff discounts and this card we could have half price... twice the food Katie, just imagine it!!”

Somehow Becky gathered that it was for the best, considering how hopelessly obese and gluttonous they were, half price in an American food restaurant probably would have had them banned from airline flight a long time ago and maybe small cars...

An alarm beeped off of one of their phones, “Oooh, Alice it’s only three hours away from dinnertime and Brad says they’re making carbonara, with philly cheese and pulled pork!”

“I hope they make enough! I hate sharing my food!” Alice pouted those plump lips of hers and crossed her fat dimpled arms against her billowing melons, pushing them even further into that wide lardy neck she shared with her equally engorged sister.

Even Rebecca drooled slightly over the idea of a steaming hot massive oven baked tray of Italian....

 Immediately they began to fidget and fret, “We need to hit the stores before they shut! That sale ends today!” Katie whined and winced, stroking her humongous belly in slight pain.

“Spandex and seat-belt extenders on offer... just what a Texas girl needs!” Alice giggled cutely massaging her lap monster of a stomach.

“Well, it sure was nice meeting ya...’!???”

“My name’s Rebecca, Alice and it was.. very nice to meet you both!”

“Oh but You HAVE to come by the student mess sometime! Clive makes this double-layered pie and he DROWNS! It, with custard and cream!”

“And the fair is coming next week!” Alice’s sister pined with longing, clasping her chubby hands in prayer.

“Haha, praise our lord for lard dripping corn dogs!”

Alice squealed in pure merriment as she shifted the last of her belly from it’s entrapment to the table-edge, both top-heavy girls waved their goodbyes with sweet dimpled smiles, their arms jiggling as if a wind was present while they dabbed at the mess that surrounded their fat faces, their gelatinous stomachs and heaving melons swayed the way forward towards the exit.

Finally given the chance to unbutton her pants without embarrassment, she raised her waistband upwards wincing in pain, so her sweater covered the signs of her indulgence, with her game of thrones socks on full display.

Rebecca was rather tired from the flight, having barely slept on the plane, although she had enjoyed rather too many of those delicious Twinkies that the plump American hostess had fawned over her with, having no access to those fat, bite-sized cream and batter coated treats back home.

Still, she made her way back over to the counter, being among the most slender of customers to frequent the establishment, if not today then most of days..

She read his name badge ‘Travis’ and prepared her verbal barrage.

“So, Travis.. Your English rose has appeared to with great effort, dismantle and eviscerate your great American beast!” she patted her little jutting stomach that puckered at the stitched sweater her grandma had made in a brechtian manner.

“Then a refund, a concession of admiration and a free meal courtesy of your ‘fat admirer Travis’ haha!” She sensed his mockery but cared for it not.

“So what brings our good lady to the rebel states?!” he raised his voice with bravado.

“To rightfully claim our royal queens sovereign territory for the good of the British empire... and... to enroll in university..”  Becca managed a smile.

“No shit! I mean, really? So am I, you first year?”

“Erm.. yes! I am Travis; let’s just hope were not living in the same postcode though, hey?”

‘That was horrible, I am such a bitch..’ she pinched herself.

“Have you moved in yet?” he replied coolly, our English girl’s sarcasm went over his head like a robin in winter.

“I’m about too, why..  Have you a pizza van outside to fatten me up with?!”

she began to wonder why she was throwing such comments about..

“You’re forgetting the pie and whipped cream truck!” Travis quipped, wiping the sweat from his brow and flicking back his fringe, he was rather handsome..

“Well.. I’m off boy, I don’t fancy you’ll be seeing me again..”

She strutted away in a slightly arrogant manner, although she was pushed to the limits by today’s affairs, to be fair..

‘We shall see' ,Travis joked to himself... Many English girls had come to the states for their university tenures and almost all of them had been significantly fatter than whence they came....’

“Id sign up for a gym, miss Rebecca, because in Texas, everything’s bigger..” he whispered aloud, casting a glimpse to the fry cook Lucy's bent over enormous arse, who was a size 28 bulging cockney behemoth,utterly devoted to a heavy calorie lifestyle and avoiding any sense of heat or sunlight whatsoever, she had been a lithe little quirky bird once upon a time but now, she was the thanksgiving turkey.. just how he liked them.