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I forgot to check whether my roommate Joanne was gonna be home…Damn, that could be bad for me. She knows I'm a lesbian, and she knows about my penchant for fat girls, but she is either absolutely clueless about keeping things on the down low, or has a sick sense of humor. I can totally imagine her walking up to me (in front of Abby) and saying, "So you guys gonna fuck?"

Well alright, that might be a bit of an exaggeration, but still, she can be a bit…obvious. We were at a party once, and she to me said, loud enough for a bunch of people to hear, "So there are a lotta fat chicks here, aren't there? You think you're gonna get lucky?"

But no, she shouldn't be home. She usually doesn't spend much time in the apartment on Saturday nights; she's usually out doing…whatever it is she does.

Oh, there's my apartment building…And is that her Sedan?…

Shit.

As it turned out, Joanne was home. Abby and I caught her just as she was about to head out, but that doesn't mean she didn't make an impact.

She was grabbing her purse to leave when we walked in, and the moment she saw us together, she smirked at me. 'Oh God,' I thought. 'What's she gonna say now?'

"So you two had a good time on your date, I assume?" she asked. "Well don't worry, I won't be intruding on your plans here; I'm heading out anyway. Hope you have a good time." She winked as she said that last part, sending uncomfortable shivers down my spine, and brushed past us and out the apartment door.

I cringed as the door slammed behind me, unable to look at Abby. Oh, I am going to kill her!

"What was that about?" Abby asked me, after a few seconds of mind-numbing silence.

I shook my head, flustered. "T-that's just Joanne, my idiot roommate."

After a moment of hesitation, I looked back at her, and much to my relief, she didn't seem to think much of it. It apparently didn't phase her. Taking advantage of the lack of a reaction, I decided to change the subject. "So…you wanna see a movie?"

"Sure, what do you have?" Abby replied, taking a seat on the couch.

'Oh thank God,' I thought to myself, sighing in relief. 'She dropped it.'

"The Room," I answered, straight-faced (and trust me, if you've seen that movie, you know how hard it is to make a reference to it in polite conversation without bursting out laughing).

"The what?" Abby replied. She obviously didn't know what I was talking about.

"Oh, sometimes I like to watch horrible movies just for the laughs. I have this big collection of, like, the worst movies ever made: Troll 2, Leonard: Part Six, almost every Ed Wood movie…And The Room pretty much takes the cake: bad acting, a plot that makes no sense, cheesy dialogue…"

"So? A lot of movies are like that nowadays."

"Oh no, you just have to see it to believe how bad it is."

Abby chuckled. "Alrighty then, let's give it a go."

About halfway through the "movie" (which we pretty much tore apart during each and every horribly-acted scene), I could tell Abby was starting to get hungry again. Her enormous belly rumbled quietly, too quietly to be easily noticed, but the self-conscious hand that floated toward the round ball of flab gave it away.

"You want some snacks?" I asked innocently.

I expected some kind of humble, "Oh no, I shouldn't," in response, but instead she gave me an enthusiastic "Oh hell yes, I am starving!"

I smiled and conceded to her wish, running into the kitchen to fix some popcorn and pour it in a bowl. I didn't even have a chance to set it down on the table before she started grabbing at it in fistfuls.

"Is this it?" she asked through a full mouth. "Do you not know what 'starving' means?"

I blinked in surprise. "Well, y-yeah I know," I stuttered. "I j-just brought this out t-to hold you over until the…uh…cookies."

"Cookies, eh?" she said to herself, almost thoughtfully. "You got any ice cream? If you do, I'd love some of that, too."

"Okay…" I tried to head back to the kitchen, but Abby stopped me with a wave of her chubby hand.

"And really, anything else you wanna throw on the pile would be really appreciated.

Trying to contain the excitement I was feeling, I said in a stable voice, "A-alright. I'll go get something else," and headed for the kitchen…

…Which is where I am now, searching through the kitchen for some suitable snack food. I have the cookies in the oven and I gave her the ice cream, but I still feel like I need something else.

What is going on with her? She acts so reserved during lunch and dinner, barely eating more than me, but now she's demanding me to feed her enormous amounts of food? Is she just that hungry? Does she want me to see her? Is it some kind of sign?…

Oh who am I kidding, I don't care. Let's just get her this food…Ooh, a box of Twinkies…

It finally happened. The moment I had been waiting for for weeks: Abby eating, uninhibited. I thought I had experienced the best there was when we ate lunch, but oh no. That was nothing compared to this.

Her gorging speed increased about tenfold, and there was no hesitation. None at all. I watched as her hands shot out for every morsel in reach so intensely that I was afraid her arms would fall off, or her mouth would cramp up from all her ravenous chewing. Grunts and groans would emit from her cavernous maw as more food was crammed in. She didn't even wait to finish chewing one thing before she was already starting on something else, alternating between ice cream, cookies, popcorn, Twinkies, and microwaveable nachos in ways that I'm sure created some interesting tastes. But she didn't pay any attention; she was too enraptured by her delicasies to appreciate anything else going on…

My face was getting hot just watching her chubby cheeks fill so quickly…

"I know what you're thinking," she said suddenly, making my heart jump. I guess I was staring at her too long. "Wow, this girl can eat."

I tried to say something to reassure her that's not what I was thinking, but she cut me off. "You don't have to lie, I know. And I'm gonna go ahead and tell you the truth: I know that I'm fat, and I'm really not ashamed of it. I wasn't always this big; I've always been kinda chubby, though, but going to the pool really made me blow up. All that swimming…builds up an appetite, you know? I started getting bigger, and…uh…" She paused for a moment to swallow a rather large mouthful of Twinkie. "Ya'know, it just never bothered me, so I didn't try to stop it."

"Really? Is that why you didn't eat nearly this fast at dinner? Or at lunch?"

I couldn't stop myself. I just thought out loud. I should've just accepted that she was okay with being fat and been fine with it, but no; I just had to contradict her. I was expecting some kind of full-on break down, where she admits that she actually hates how she looks, how she wants to lose weight and wants me to help her, and I'd have to watch that perfectly bulbous figure shrink away or risk losing her friendship.

But all she did was smirk. "Oh, so you noticed that, huh?"

"Well it's kinda hard to miss when compared to this."

"Yeah, I guess so…It's just…all the looks I got from other people when I was chowing down like I am now got me feeling a little self-conscious. It's also what keeps me from ever wearing a bikini. I mean, I don't mind being big, but I don't like how people keep looking at me like I'm some kind of pig or something. I cut down on public gorging, but when I'm alone…" She shoved a handful of nachos in her mouth to emphasize her point.

"But you're eating like this in front of me?…"

"Well yeah. I mean, we're friends. I feel comfortable enough around you."

"Oh," I said meekly, my knees suddenly feeling very weak. "W-well that's good…But, uh…Can I tell you what I think?"

"Sure."

"I think…you really shouldn't care so much about what other people think of you. I mean, if you're comfortable with yourself, it shouldn't matter what everyone else thinks."

Abby snorted. "Well yeah, I would really like to do that. But it's harder than it sounds; have you ever tried to do it?"

"Yes."

"Really?" she asked, obviously surprised. "When?"

"You don't remember? You were there. I was standing on a diving board…" Abby chuckled, letting me know that she indeed remembered. "I mean, I knew I looked like a fool up there, but I didn't let all the looks people gave me bother me. I just went out and did it."

"I guess…" she muttered thoughtfully. She stayed quiet for a moment, and we continued to watch the movie silently, before she suddenly blurted out, "Hey, why did you do that dive, anyway? You know that diving board is only for experts. "

I tried to keep myself from blushing. "I…I had my reasons." Bullshit, I know, but it was the only answer I could come up with.

She didn't buy it. "Oh come on, you can do better than that. Did you lose a bet? Were you hoping to get on TV or something? Did you used to be an Olympic-class diver and wanted to see how rusty you'd gotten over the years? Were you trying to impress someone?"

I must've made some kind of reaction at that last suggestion, because she stopped right then and looked at me like she knew. I saw her make that I get it now face and I blushed, looking back toward the movie and hoping that she would drop it.

She did (bless her) and since then we've been sitting here watching the crappy movie in more-or-less silence. I still can't help but be amazed at the appetie she's maintained throughout the entire nearly two hours. The movie's nearly over, and I'm trying to decide what to do when it's over. I'm thinking it's probably best to just cut loses and drive her home, but my mind can't help but explore the possible outcomes of having her stay just a little bit longer. Most of it I know won't happen, but it's still fun to think about…

"Cab uh ass you sumsin?"

Wait, what did she say? "Uh…what?"

"Sbrry." *Gulp* Wow, that was a pretty big mouthful she had. "I said, can I ask you something?'

"Sure?…"

"So you say that you don't mind how people look at you when you look like a fool, right?"

"…Yeah?…"

"Would you mind putting that to the test?"

Why does she look so…mischievous?

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I forgot to check whether my roommate Joanne was gonna be home…Damn, that could be bad for me. She knows I'm a lesbian, and she knows about my penchant for fat girls, but she is either absolutely clueless about keeping things on the down low, or has a sick sense of humor. I can totally imagine her walking up to me (in front of Abby) and saying, "So you guys gonna fuck?"

Well alright, that might be a bit of an exaggeration, but still, she can be a bit…obvious. We were at a party once, and she to me said, loud enough for a bunch of people to hear, "So there are a lotta fat chicks here, aren't there? You think you're gonna get lucky?"

But no, she shouldn't be home. She usually doesn't spend much time in the apartment on Saturday nights; she's usually out doing…whatever it is she does.

Oh, there's my apartment building…And is that her Sedan?…

Shit.

As it turned out, Joanne was home. Abby and I caught her just as she was about to head out, but that doesn't mean she didn't make an impact.

She was grabbing her purse to leave when we walked in, and the moment she saw us together, she smirked at me. 'Oh God,' I thought. 'What's she gonna say now?'

"So you two had a good time on your date, I assume?" she asked. "Well don't worry, I won't be intruding on your plans here; I'm heading out anyway. Hope you have a good time." She winked as she said that last part, sending uncomfortable shivers down my spine, and brushed past us and out the apartment door.

I cringed as the door slammed behind me, unable to look at Abby. Oh, I am going to kill her!

"What was that about?" Abby asked me, after a few seconds of mind-numbing silence.

I shook my head, flustered. "T-that's just Joanne, my idiot roommate."

After a moment of hesitation, I looked back at her, and much to my relief, she didn't seem to think much of it. It apparently didn't phase her. Taking advantage of the lack of a reaction, I decided to change the subject. "So…you wanna see a movie?"

"Sure, what do you have?" Abby replied, taking a seat on the couch.

'Oh thank God,' I thought to myself, sighing in relief. 'She dropped it.'

"The Room," I answered, straight-faced (and trust me, if you've seen that movie, you know how hard it is to make a reference to it in polite conversation without bursting out laughing).

"The what?" Abby replied. She obviously didn't know what I was talking about.

"Oh, sometimes I like to watch horrible movies just for the laughs. I have this big collection of, like, the worst movies ever made: Troll 2, Leonard: Part Six, almost every Ed Wood movie…And The Room pretty much takes the cake: bad acting, a plot that makes no sense, cheesy dialogue…"

"So? A lot of movies are like that nowadays."

"Oh no, you just have to see it to believe how bad it is."

Abby chuckled. "Alrighty then, let's give it a go."

About halfway through the "movie" (which we pretty much tore apart during each and every horribly-acted scene), I could tell Abby was starting to get hungry again. Her enormous belly rumbled quietly, too quietly to be easily noticed, but the self-conscious hand that floated toward the round ball of flab gave it away.

"You want some snacks?" I asked innocently.

I expected some kind of humble, "Oh no, I shouldn't," in response, but instead she gave me an enthusiastic "Oh hell yes, I am starving!"

I smiled and conceded to her wish, running into the kitchen to fix some popcorn and pour it in a bowl. I didn't even have a chance to set it down on the table before she started grabbing at it in fistfuls.

"Is this it?" she asked through a full mouth. "Do you not know what 'starving' means?"

I blinked in surprise. "Well, y-yeah I know," I stuttered. "I j-just brought this out t-to hold you over until the…uh…cookies."

"Cookies, eh?" she said to herself, almost thoughtfully. "You got any ice cream? If you do, I'd love some of that, too."

"Okay…" I tried to head back to the kitchen, but Abby stopped me with a wave of her chubby hand.

"And really, anything else you wanna throw on the pile would be really appreciated.

Trying to contain the excitement I was feeling, I said in a stable voice, "A-alright. I'll go get something else," and headed for the kitchen…

…Which is where I am now, searching through the kitchen for some suitable snack food. I have the cookies in the oven and I gave her the ice cream, but I still feel like I need something else.

What is going on with her? She acts so reserved during lunch and dinner, barely eating more than me, but now she's demanding me to feed her enormous amounts of food? Is she just that hungry? Does she want me to see her? Is it some kind of sign?…

Oh who am I kidding, I don't care. Let's just get her this food…Ooh, a box of Twinkies…

It finally happened. The moment I had been waiting for for weeks: Abby eating, uninhibited. I thought I had experienced the best there was when we ate lunch, but oh no. That was nothing compared to this.

Her gorging speed increased about tenfold, and there was no hesitation. None at all. I watched as her hands shot out for every morsel in reach so intensely that I was afraid her arms would fall off, or her mouth would cramp up from all her ravenous chewing. Grunts and groans would emit from her cavernous maw as more food was crammed in. She didn't even wait to finish chewing one thing before she was already starting on something else, alternating between ice cream, cookies, popcorn, Twinkies, and microwaveable nachos in ways that I'm sure created some interesting tastes. But she didn't pay any attention; she was too enraptured by her delicasies to appreciate anything else going on…

My face was getting hot just watching her chubby cheeks fill so quickly…

"I know what you're thinking," she said suddenly, making my heart jump. I guess I was staring at her too long. "Wow, this girl can eat."

I tried to say something to reassure her that's not what I was thinking, but she cut me off. "You don't have to lie, I know. And I'm gonna go ahead and tell you the truth: I know that I'm fat, and I'm really not ashamed of it. I wasn't always this big; I've always been kinda chubby, though, but going to the pool really made me blow up. All that swimming…builds up an appetite, you know? I started getting bigger, and…uh…" She paused for a moment to swallow a rather large mouthful of Twinkie. "Ya'know, it just never bothered me, so I didn't try to stop it."

"Really? Is that why you didn't eat nearly this fast at dinner? Or at lunch?"

I couldn't stop myself. I just thought out loud. I should've just accepted that she was okay with being fat and been fine with it, but no; I just had to contradict her. I was expecting some kind of full-on break down, where she admits that she actually hates how she looks, how she wants to lose weight and wants me to help her, and I'd have to watch that perfectly bulbous figure shrink away or risk losing her friendship.

But all she did was smirk. "Oh, so you noticed that, huh?"

"Well it's kinda hard to miss when compared to this."

"Yeah, I guess so…It's just…all the looks I got from other people when I was chowing down like I am now got me feeling a little self-conscious. It's also what keeps me from ever wearing a bikini. I mean, I don't mind being big, but I don't like how people keep looking at me like I'm some kind of pig or something. I cut down on public gorging, but when I'm alone…" She shoved a handful of nachos in her mouth to emphasize her point.

"But you're eating like this in front of me?…"

"Well yeah. I mean, we're friends. I feel comfortable enough around you."

"Oh," I said meekly, my knees suddenly feeling very weak. "W-well that's good…But, uh…Can I tell you what I think?"

"Sure."

"I think…you really shouldn't care so much about what other people think of you. I mean, if you're comfortable with yourself, it shouldn't matter what everyone else thinks."

Abby snorted. "Well yeah, I would really like to do that. But it's harder than it sounds; have you ever tried to do it?"

"Yes."

"Really?" she asked, obviously surprised. "When?"

"You don't remember? You were there. I was standing on a diving board…" Abby chuckled, letting me know that she indeed remembered. "I mean, I knew I looked like a fool up there, but I didn't let all the looks people gave me bother me. I just went out and did it."

"I guess…" she muttered thoughtfully. She stayed quiet for a moment, and we continued to watch the movie silently, before she suddenly blurted out, "Hey, why did you do that dive, anyway? You know that diving board is only for experts. "

I tried to keep myself from blushing. "I…I had my reasons." Bullshit, I know, but it was the only answer I could come up with.

She didn't buy it. "Oh come on, you can do better than that. Did you lose a bet? Were you hoping to get on TV or something? Did you used to be an Olympic-class diver and wanted to see how rusty you'd gotten over the years? Were you trying to impress someone?"

I must've made some kind of reaction at that last suggestion, because she stopped right then and looked at me like she knew. I saw her make that I get it now face and I blushed, looking back toward the movie and hoping that she would drop it.

She did (bless her) and since then we've been sitting here watching the crappy movie in more-or-less silence. I still can't help but be amazed at the appetie she's maintained throughout the entire nearly two hours. The movie's nearly over, and I'm trying to decide what to do when it's over. I'm thinking it's probably best to just cut loses and drive her home, but my mind can't help but explore the possible outcomes of having her stay just a little bit longer. Most of it I know won't happen, but it's still fun to think about…

"Cab uh ass you sumsin?"

Wait, what did she say? "Uh…what?"

"Sbrry." *Gulp* Wow, that was a pretty big mouthful she had. "I said, can I ask you something?'

"Sure?…"

"So you say that you don't mind how people look at you when you look like a fool, right?"

"…Yeah?…"

"Would you mind putting that to the test?"

Why does she look so…mischievous?