Kinktober Day 27: Bottom-Heavy/Top-Heavy/Belly-Heavy

The "three female friends who all happen to have one of three specific body types and all get fatter" trope is one of those ones that creeps in everywhere, and it's rare that it ever feels old.

Also, I'm realizing I have no idea how to tag for fat butt-centric content. (Clearly I need to write more of it!) Patreon tags are more for organization so people can find stuff than anything else, so if anyone has a preferred tag for big asses, let me know.

Content note: There is some talk about breastfeeding, pumping, and some milk leakage later on since the "top-heavy" character is a new mom. Her body is not the only one discussed, so it's definitely possible to skim over the bits with Chi and focus on the bottom- and belly-heavy characters, but fair warning!

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Had it already been a year since they’d seen each other? That seemed impossible, but Tina realized it had to be true. They had all promised to meet up more often, but they said that every year.

Tina was just grateful that they had found the time at all. Each of them was so busy with parenting and partners and work that carving out a whole two weeks just for the three of them to hang out and act like kids again was a miracle.

Tina hoped her friends would be so excited to see her that they didn’t have time to notice that she’d gotten a little out of shape since they last saw each other. Not that she—or either of the other girls—had ever really been “in shape,” or at least not a shape other than “round.” Tina’s gains over the past year had been a little dramatic, though, and she had a feeling Swaran would definitely be cracking jokes at her expense. Chi would be too nice to join in on the teasing, but as the only one of them who had ever been athletic, Tina knew she would judge Tina privately.

She looked down at her flabby gut pressing into the steering wheel in front of her. She really had gotten big. That was sort of impressive considering that she’d been chunky from childhood all the way through her teen years, and then earned an additional sixty pounds along with her college diploma. Most of that had gone right to her belly. Not that the rest of her wasn’t chunky, but everything paled in comparison to her gut. Tina had figured her weight would level out after graduation, but then she’d met Angela. Angela’s love language was cooking for everyone, especially Tina. They’d been together a few years, and married for the last two. On the days Tina didn’t blame her own lack of willpower for how fat she was getting—she’d eaten every bite of food, after all—it was easy to blame Angela. Not that she was mad about it, exactly. Mostly she just didn’t like it when other people judged her for it.

She pulled up to the house the three of them had rented for the next couple weeks and started to unload her luggage. Before she’d even had a chance to close the trunk, a loud BANG sounded from the front door of the house as Swaran burst out of it, running down the front walk with a huge grin on her face and giant novelty cow slippers on her feet. “THE CIRCLE IS COMPLETE, BITCHES!” she hollered as she wrangled Tina into a tight hug. Tina hugged her back, all too aware of how much her belly was trying to push them apart.

“Good to see you, too,” she said as she kissed her friend on the cheek.

“C’mon in, we were just figuring out what to order for dinner. But it looks like we might need to order you a salad, huh?” Swaran said as she gave Tina’s stomach a poke. Her finger sank in deeper than Tina would’ve liked.

“Yeah, yeah, I’ve put on a couple pounds, sue me.” Tina stuck her tongue out at her friend and Swaran laughed. They had all known each other since preschool, and sometimes it felt like not much had changed.

As Swaran grabbed one of Tina’s bags and turned to head back inside, Tina’s eyes went wide. Clearly, Tina wasn’t the only one who’d gained weight. Tina had noticed that Swaran had a little more of a belly herself these days, but that was nothing compared to what she was packing in the back. Swaran had tended toward a pear shape since they hit puberty, but never anything like this. Even a year ago, she’d been looking a little heavier in the hips, but now her ass looked like it probably didn’t fit in most chairs. Definitely not chairs with arms. “Ma’am, you’re not looking so slim yourself these days. I wouldn’t throw stones if I was you!” Tina caught up to her friend and bumped her hip against Swaran’s. The ripples seemed to run through her ass and thighs for an age. “You look good, though. Wish I got to have a fat ass instead of this ridiculous thing.” Tina patted her gut and Swaran laughed, looking a little embarrassed.

“It’s getting a little out of hand, huh? Manoj likes it, but it gets in the way of everything! And clothes? Forget it.”

“Tell me about it,” Tina commiserated as they stepped in the door.

“Tell you about what?” a familiar voice said from the living room off to the side of the entryway.

Tina immediately dropped her luggage and whirled around to greet her friend, both of them squealing a little. Yet again, Tina noticed that it was a little difficult to get her pudgy arms around her friend, but in this case, it wasn’t entirely her overindulged gut that did it. Chiamaka, the third member of their trio, had somehow managed to avoid putting on a ton of weight in her belly or her butt (though clearly some pudge had found its way to both spots). Instead, she now had what Tina could only describe in her mind as “an absolutely ridiculous rack.”

Truly, Tina had never seen anything like them. Chiamaka looked like the most exaggerated kind of fertility goddess. Which made some sense—she had just had a baby six months ago, and was still breastfeeding. But it was obvious a lot of her pregnancy weight (and other post-marriage gains) had gone straight to her tits.

“Chi, you look…” Tina wasn’t sure how to finish that sentence. Being the one bi girl in their trio, she sometimes felt awkward complimenting her friends’ looks, even if she knew they wouldn’t make it weird.

“Like I’m just glowing with health and vitality?” Chiamaka said, lifting her breasts with both hands and making a face. “I know! Pretty nice, huh?” Tina and Swaran were still coming to terms with their size, but it was clear Chi had no such issues.

They spent the next hour debating what they should order for dinner as they scrolled through delivery apps and started the process of catching up on everything they’d missed in each other’s lives over the last year. The three of them talked pretty much constantly, and they had known each other for so long they all felt more like sisters than friends, so it wasn’t like they were all completely out of the loop, but being in the same room was different than being on a three-way phone call or talking in the group chat.

Swaran had thought ahead and brought a bunch of snacks, which all three of them tore into greedily. The selection was a mix of old favorites and then a few fancy things. It was a girls’ trip, after all—they deserved a little extra pampering.

That same attitude led to them ordering enough Thai food to feed them for a week, bellies still rumbling even though they’d been filling them with candy and chocolate for the last hour. When the food finally arrived, they all went to answer the door, each taking a couple bags and hauling them to the kitchen table. The table was small, hardly meant to hold such a feast, and they giggled as they pulled plastic takeout boxes from the bags and watched them stack higher and higher. It had been ages since they’d all gotten to pig out together, and they wasted no time tucking in. Pad kee mao noodles, tom kha soup, and greasy roast duck landed on their plates and quickly disappeared. At some point, Tina took a moment to pull out one of the bottles of tequila she’d brought for the trip and poured generous amounts of it into three glasses, topping it off with orange soda she’d brought. “It’s like a knockoff paloma,” she insisted, and the other girls loudly disagreed but enjoyed the concoction anyway.

After a solid hour of eating, Swaran finished off the last of the fried spring rolls, and Chi nibbled at the last of the fried tofu and thick peanut sauce. Everyone was too full, and more drunk than they could remember being in… well, probably since the last time they’d gotten away together like this a year ago. Chiamaka in particular was having trouble holding her liquor. Nine months of abstinence because of her pregnancy, plus having to avoid alcohol while breastfeeding was not ideal.

“I gotta pump and dump or I’m going to be a fuckin’ mess when I wake up,” she said, a slur creeping into each of her words as she went hunting for her purse and the breast pump inside it.

“Does it really hurt that bad?” Tina asked. She’d lifted up her shirt and exposed the top half of her enormous, full belly as she rubbed it absently, the lower half valiantly covered by stretchy leggings.

Swaran chimed in next. “It’s miserable! I went straight to bottle feeding after a week—I could not deal with that shit.” She covered her mouth with her fist and belched. “God, I haven’t eaten that well in… okay, actually, like last week, which is probably obvious.” All three of them cackled, glad to be around the people they felt most comfortable with.

When they finally all headed to sleep, it was deep and dreamless.

They spent the rest of the week in pretty much the same way: lounging around the house, cooking for each other or ordering takeout, stuffing themselves until they could barely move, rinse, repeat.

About three days before they were set to leave, they were all feeling swollen and bloated. Tina absently wondered how much weight they’d all gained, but none of them wanted to bring it up. They were on vacation, and any worries about getting fatter could be saved for when they got back to real life.

Of course, real life managed to find them a little sooner than they expected. It hit Swaran first. She tried pulling on some tried-and-true leggings she’d had for years. They were tighter than they should’ve been, but she shrugged it off. They were leggings. They were supposed to be fitted! But then she had to lean down to get something out of her suitcase, and heard a sound she had become quite familiar with: a loud rip coming from somewhere near her butt, which she had somehow managed to make even bigger.

She groaned loudly. The other girls drifted into her room to check on her and found her twisting around, trying to figure out where the rip was.

“Wardrobe malfunction?” Tina asked. She understood the experience well.

“Ugh, yeah.” She turned her back to them and peeked over her shoulder. “Is it really bad?”

Chi almost laughed. “Really bad” didn’t even cover it, much like the leggings were no longer covering her friend’s cushy butt. “I don’t think you’ll be able to salvage these…” Both cheeks were fully visible through the massive tear. Both Chi and Tina got a serious eyefull since Swaran had opted for a thong that day. It was dimpled brown flesh as far as the eye could see, jutting outward above her thick upper thighs.

“Damn it! These were my comfiest ones,” Swaran pouted. She reached a hand back and gasped. “Oh my god! I fucking destroyed them!” she moaned. “I don’t even think they sell these in a bigger size. And I don’t have any other pants that fit...”

They decided to go to the mall to get her something to wear. She wore a dress that clung to every curve, but at least made her decent enough to go out. Bad influences that they all were, they of course had to sample as much of the local mall fare as they could while they shopped. They did find Swaran some leggings at the only fat girl store in the mall (where she was horrified to realize she had to get their third biggest size, and they were a little tight), and then managed to eat enough mall pretzels and corn dogs and frozen yogurt that Swaran couldn’t be certain they would fit the next day.

The next two days visited similar wardrobe indignity on Tina and Chiamaka. After one of their final, predictably heavy dinners, the flimsy old tank top Tina wore ripped right across the belly. The worst part was that she actually thought huh, maybe I do have more room to eat right after it happened before she caught herself.

Chi experienced the unfortunate indignity of all four of the bras she’d brought giving up the ghost in different ways. The underwire on one popped out. A second actually ripped around the hooks as the too-small band lost the fight against her thickening upper body, rendering the garment useless. And the other two, which had been a little small at the beginning of their trip, her breasts spilling over the top of the cups and the band just a smidge too tight, would no longer close. No matter how much she tried to force it, her boobs were now so massive that she was forced to eschew the helpful support of her heavy-duty undergarments. She was just thankful it was only for a couple days. She was even more grateful that her friends chose not to say anything when she leaked through her shirts without realizing.

As they each headed home, they felt like they were leaving a safe cocoon to head back out into a too-harsh world, their soft, squishy bodies unprepared for the rigors of daily life. As they hugged each other, they all teared up, crying about how they wished they could get together more often.

Probably for the best that they couldn’t, though. At least, that’s what Tina thought as she wedged herself into the driver’s seat of her car and realized she had to push her seat back a couple inches if she wanted to be able to turn the steering wheel at all.