10 am Saturday morning: Kath awoke in a strange bed in a strange bedroom. Her mouth was parched from the night before and her head thumping slightly. She blinked and glanced round the room. It was a small, sparsely decorated bedroom that was spotless and obviously part of a brand new house. Then she heard the soft breathing next to her.

Looking left her eyes rested on the still sleeping figure of Davina Barker. “Oh heavens, I slept with her...”

In her head Kath remembered the past night’s events. They’d sneaked away from the party to the spare room. Alone, Kath had snaked her tongue between Davina’s plump lips and swirled it around, whilst still feeling her spreading rump. Davina had responded with her tongue, entwining it around Kath’s and speaking of pure lust without saying a word. She’d then wrapped her arms round Kath and they hugged close.

Then with an anxious moan they both fell down on the bed. At first Davina had been conscious of her plumped-up figure but as Kath lovingly caressed and stroked every soft curve, her inhibitions were lost and the two stroked each other to fever pitch. And then they fell fast asleep.

“Davina,” whispered Kath. “It’s morning.”

“Ughhh,” groaned her companion.

“We better get up before someone finds us.”

Davina rolled over on her pillow and opened her eyes. They settled on Kath. The events of the night rushed through her head and she smiled for what felt like the first time in months. For the next five minutes the two lay gazing at each other whilst both still working out what to do.

“Kath,” whispered Davina, “you were amazing and...um...”

Kath finished the sentence. “...we should see each other again.”

Davina nodded. “Yep...that would be good.”

With that they kissed a final time and hauled themselves out of bed. The slim kickboxing champion contrasted directly with the plumping business executive. Davina ran her hands down her soft, naked body and padded across the room towards her discarded clothes. Kath watched the portly senior manager reach down and said: “Davina, did I ever tell you I think you’ve got a sexy bod?”

Grabbing her dress Davina laughed. “So you like your ladies chubby?”

“Oh yeah,” exclaimed Kath as she gently slapped those bare butt cheeks. “I do.”

“Good,” chuckled Davina. “Cos I can’t seem to lose any...”

With that Kath kissed her lips and thought: “Trust me, if we keep seeing each other you’re going to blow up to Tracey size real quick...”

Five minutes later the two had dressed and walked out onto the landing. Kath followed Davina, who knew the layout of the house well. They walked past what they took to be the master bedroom and then on down the stairs.

All around the ground floor the aftermath of the party lay. No doubt a good time had been had by all, but the Harrison family residence was looking worse for wear.

“Oh my, this is a mess,” gasped Davina.

“We better get Tracey up and this place in order...”

“...before Steve gets back.”

Then they stepped into the living room.

“Look at those two...” exclaimed Kath, staring at Tracey and Lucy.

“...aw they look so cute.”

Together on the sofa the two beauties were still in the land of nod. Both were snoring softly and both had snuggled close for warmth. Tracey’s long, perfectly straight blonde hair was ruffled round her face in contrast to her usual flawless style. Her plump arms were wrapped round Lucy and the two looked contented and comfy together.

“Should we wake them?” whispered Davina.

“No, they look happy.”

“Two little cuties.”

Kath suddenly had an idea. “We should fix them some breakfast.”

“Good idea!”

Davina led the way to the kitchen and the two got to work. The kitchen itself was well stocked and before long a breakfast fit for a queen was being prepared. Bacon and sausage were frying, scrambled eggs were sizzling, bread was in the toaster and baked beans were in the pan. Then Kath made a discovery in the bread bin.

“Oh look, Tracey has pancakes!”

“Chuck ’em in the microwave.”

Kath patted her partner for the night’s chubby bubble butt. “You like pancakes?”

“Yeah, I love pancakes, so get ’em cooked.”

Happily Kath did as instructed and made a mental note to stock up on pancakes. Based on the previous night she hoped to enjoy many more breakfasts with Davina Barker. Her head filled with visions of the three beauties eating yet more. Tracey and Davina would no doubt polish off a hearty breakfast but the prospect of the trim Lucy indulging was open to question... but one could always hope.

With trays stacked high with breakfast Kath and Davina stepped back into the living room. The scent of a traditional English Breakfast brought with it a stirring on the sofa but little more. Both babes were still snoring away. The pair had shifted positions and now Lucy was clutching Tracey like a human pillow, with one hand grasping a flabby bare thigh and the other innocently cupping a double-D breast.

Kath found their slumbering embrace titillating and yet sweetly maternal, with Lucy looking like a child seeking her mother’s warmth. Stepping forward she patted her senior’s blonde head and said, “Wake up, sleeping beauty.”

Tracey didn’t say anything, she just moaned slightly and dug deeper into the sofa.

Kath tried again, this time ruffling her hair harder and saying loudly “Get up lazy bones!”

That got a reaction.

“Ummmm....ooooo....careful,” groaned Tracey, “my extensions...”

“We got you breakfast.”

Tracey blinked and opened her eyes. There was light bearing in hard and her head was still thumping from the night before. With one hand she circled her platinum blonde mane to ensure her beloved extensions had survived the assault. They had. Then she spied the feast.

The greedy girl felt her tummy come to life as she smelt the bacon, eggs and toast. Those big, beautiful brown eyes opened wide and Tracey Harrison began to salivate. “Aw you made me breakfast!”

“Yep, take a tray.”

Plump Barbie did as advised and grabbed hold of a tray. Next to her Lucy was stirring, her own head throbbing and her eyes resting on the breakfast. She glanced right and watched Tracey grab a slice of buttered toast and suddenly she too felt hungry. Davina sitting opposite was digging in and Kath was trying to pass across a tray.

“I don’t eat breakfast,” Lucy began to stammer, “m-m-my diet...”

“Don’t be silly...” replied Davina.

“Breakfast is the most important meal of the day...” chimed in Kath.

“...and besides,” hypothesized Tracey as she devoured the toast, “you burn the calories and stuff off in the day.”

Lucy looked doubtfully at chubby Barbie’s portly body and doubted she was burning all the calories she consumed. She wanted to say: “Tracey, who are you kidding? You’re blowing up like a little piglet...I mean your butt is the size of a small planet and your double chin...”

But Lucy held back. Last night had been fun and she wanted to stay friends with Tracey -- whether she was getting fat or not. Honestly, she felt attracted to the feast.

“I suppose I’ll have a little.”

Kath passed the tray across and Lucy took a bite. The four women sat eating quietly. After a night’s drinking they all had the munchies and a fried breakfast was hitting the spot. Lucy found the food delicious after two years of health cuisine and surprisingly soon was keeping pace with her girlfriends. Kath and Davina were ravenous after a night of passion and Tracey just loved to eat.

By mid afternoon Tracey’s home was tidied up, and Lucy was driving her silver Bentley Continental out of Woodfield Plantation towards her own home at Templeton Towers. Truth be told she wished she could have stayed longer. The party had brought back memories of happier days hanging out with Tracey and Davina and she wished she could turn the clock back.

“Should I have even married Fred?” mused Lucy, as she fingered the tight waistband of her jeans.

Truth was she didn’t know. Lucy was smart enough to have figured out that her only way into real riches was to marry into it. Whilst Tracey and Davina had nice, affluent middle-class lifestyles, Lucy had wanted to be lady of the manor and that had meant marrying Sir Fred Richards. He was her ticket to the status she craved. But she hadn’t considered the pressure.

Sir Fred’s mother, Lady Gloria, still lived in the old manor and constantly made Lucy’s life difficult. As the daughter of a self-employed builder who’d become disabled in an accident, Lucy hardly fit Lady Gloria’s ideal and there was a certain constant social tension. But Gloria was the financial backer of SFR Ltd and she knew that by helping Lucy’s impoverished parents she could exercise a measure of control that had been impossible with Sir Fred’s previous wives, so she had encouraged and manipulated the relationship.

So Lucy had married Fred for convenience rather than true love, although Fred himself was sincere in his affections as he could be. He was, however, himself was a workaholic and whatever she did Lucy found herself second to his beloved company.

“Something needs to change,” sighed Lucy. “Cos I’m going mad in that house...”

Irritably Lucy slammed her hands on the steering wheel.

“What’s wrong with me?” she snapped.

She thought back to her husband’s performance in bed. He hardly seemed to bother. At first she thought it was stress with his work but then she remembered the passionate sex they’d enjoyed early on. But she’d become increasingly imperious and demanding. What she had done with Tracey and Davina was nothing compared to the way she treated the Manor’s staff. Fred and Gloria were constantly making amends, but Lucy was oblivious.

“He probably doesn’t like me any more,” she moaned as she reflected on her lack of conjugal relations. “What’s going to happen to me if we divorce?”

That thought filled Lucy’s head as she drove her luxury car along the A1 towards her country manor. She couldn’t face the idea of a divorce. “I need Fred and that house or else...”

Some miles back Davina was less frantic. In fact she was far less frantic than she’d been in a long time. Her tummy was stuffed full and she felt warm and bloated. Passing an array of slower traffic, the glamorous executive was replaying the events of the previous night in her head. The party had been fun and Kath had been amazing. “Oh I want to see her again...”

Then she thought back to her two friends, Tracey and Lucy. It was funny how they’d all turned out. All three had come along way from humble roots but whilst Davina had built a hugely successful career her personal life was like a soap opera. She’d divorced again, her boyfriend was ignoring her and she worried about her two daughters.

“What I need,” thought Davina, “is a man who looks after me like Steve does Tracey...she is sooooo lucky! But then there aren’t many like that, so maybe Kath will do until then!”

Reaching over for her mobile phone she punched in Kath’s number. The phone rang twice.

“Hi Kath huni, it’s Davina”

“Davina!!”

There was a silence before Davina said, “You know I was wondering if you had plans for tomorrow night? My daughters are out and I sort of wondered...”

“Come round to my place,” rushed Kath, “and I’ll cook you something nice.”

“Awesome!”

“See ya.”

“Bye.”

Kath herself was a little worried. She hadn’t planned on going so far with Davina and the whole thing was just a little intimidating. For years she’d had fantasies about plumping glamour girls and never touched one -- now she had two in her life. What if her secrets came out?

Very few people knew Kath’s sexuality, and living in South Yorkshire it was something she kept quiet. It was inevitable Tracey would find out about last night but that was okay with Kath; she actually trusted blondie. But could Lucy have found out? Or had she just been asleep on the sofa all the time?

Did it really matter?

Maybe not. Her mind focused on Davina and the feast she was going to prepare the next day. “Oh you are going to be a chubby little hottie very soon...”

Meanwhile Tracey lounged on her sofa watching re-runs of Emmerdale. Her head still pounded from the night but she was in good spirits. The party had been a huge success and Tracey was pocketing a cool £700 along with an array of discounts. “I can afford my Dior dress! Oh but my credit cards...”

With £10,000 sitting on credit cards the smart move was to pay some of that off but then Tracey reasoned, “Steve earns so much money and he always helps me out...so I’m getting my dress...oooo and maybe a meal at Ziniz...”

The afternoon slowly worked away as the former Miss Doncaster’s plump behind remained glued to the sofa and her eyes on the TV. She watched Emmerdale, followed by Extreme Makeovers and finally two consecutive episodes of Footballers’ Wives. Tracey even made it through this couch-potato marathon without her customary snacks, since all her gluttony from the past evening and breakfast was still working its way through her satiated digestive system. She was just about to switch over to watch Goldplated when the front door crashed open and rush of voices burst into the house.

“Oh nooo, Steve’s back with the kids and I forgot to start supper...”

“Hiya Tracey babe,” shouted Steve from the hall.

In response Tracey hauled herself up from the sofa, tugged down on her top and padded across the living room. Her jeans were tight with the top button undone and her belly pooching out. It was her “round the house” wear but compared to her husband she looked smart. His jeans were muddy and he was coated in the effects of a night camping in the Yorkshire Dales. Tracey shuddered at the thought.

“Hi guys,” she smiled.

Her two sons crashed past her and into the kitchen. They were hungry from the road and Tracey regretted that she’d prepared no food.

“I’m such a bad mum...” she thought as she followed the kids on into the kitchen.

“How was your party?”

“Awesome,” gushed Tracey. “I made loads of money...like £700, so I can get that Dior dress I saw...”

“Fantastic...what about some food?” Steve asked.

“Um...” Tracey bit her lip and thought about an excuse “Um...yeah...the house was such a total mess after the party and it took me like all afternoon to tidy it it soooo...”

“There’s no food?”

Tracey nodded sheepishly as they entered the kitchen. Two hungry boys were looking at an empty table.

“Um...I can fix something up pretty quick...” explained Tracey.

“I’m hungry,” moaned her eldest son.

“Steve wouldn’t stop for food on the motorway,” explained Declan.

“I’m not paying £6 for a bloody sandwich!” counted Steve as he noticed the look of concern on his wife’s face. “That’s ridiculous when I’m not on expenses...”

“They shouldn’t be hungry,” snapped Tracey. “It’s not like we can’t afford £6 for a sandwich.”

“No way am I paying that, besides I sort of assumed you’d have fixed something up.”

“Well I couldn’t,” pouted Tracey, “cos I was tidying the house for you.”

The family stood in irritated silence for a moment. Steve didn’t really believe his wife had spent an afternoon cleaning and Tracey was irritated he’d refused to feed her sons on the motorway. The two boys themselves were simply hungry.

“Mum and Steve,” asked the eldest, Kyle.

“What, sweetie?”

“Can we go to TGI Friday’s?”

That suggestion eased the tension. Her youngest son Declan clapped his hands at the suggestion and Steve absently placed a hand on his belly. Having not eaten since her breakfast Tracey too felt her tummy rumble. What’s more she didn’t fancy preparing dinner.

“It’s not healthy...” she began.

“Stuff that,” laughed Steve. “We’re going to TGI Friday’s.”

“Yay!!”

“Not looking like this we aren’t,” snapped Tracey. “We could meet people we know...”

The two boys were already charging for the front door when Steve wrapped his arms around his sweethearts denim cupped rump and squeezed. It was chunky, squeezy and oh so delicious. He planted a kiss on her lips and said, “I don’t believe your story about the cleaning so you’re going to come with us and find your way round a juicy burger.”

Tracey giggled, “So I’m busted?”

“Yeah you’re totally busted,”

“OK, I admit it, I spent the afternoon watching TV!” she laughed mischievously, “I was soooo lazy and just forgot the time.”

“Somehow that doesn’t surprise me.”

“Are you saying I’m lazy?”

“Yep.”

He kissed her again and the couple walked down the hallway towards the front door. Before long the family were sat laughing at stories from a night’s camping round the TGIF table and digging into generous helpings of steak, cheeseburgers and fries. Tracey’s belly continued to bulge over her jeans but for the moment she didn’t care. “OK, I’m chubby but I can’t remember ever being this happy...”

She smiled brightly.

“Love you guys loads!”

“Don’t get soppy on us,” grunted Steve, “and eat fast before I finish your chips”

“You’re not having my chips!!” she shouted whilst dunking another chip in ketchup. Seconds later the ketchup coated chip disappeared between her lips. Leaning across to her husband she whispered.

“Thanks for taking them camping...love you so much.”

“Well that’s it,” he shouted.

Reaching across he grabbed the plate full of chips and tipped them onto his plate. The two boys laughed and grabbed handfuls of their mum’s chips. They liked Steve and the way he played their sometimes rather annoying mum.

Horrified Tracey’s eyes bulged. “Give me em back!”

“Nope,” chuckled Steve, “that was waaaaaaaay too soppy”

She pouted and sat whilst the three men in her life finished her chips.

“Greedy boys,” she mocked playfully. “Stealing my food and stuff...”

Steve winked. “I was going to order you the biggest ice cream sundae...”

Tracey paused. “Oh! OK. Awesome!”