Adeline breathed a deep sigh of relief, letting her outrageously wide hips spread across the surface of the bench she now happily occupied. It was padded and surprisingly comfortable for an outdoor bench, and sturdy too, having no problem taking the full force of Adeline's great weight without so much as a squeak. The inner math nerd in Adeline couldn't help help but marvel.
"The bench is built with hard plastic, but with foam memory seating," she lectured to no one but herself. "The give that the arch design allows for, plus materials that dampen impact and redistribute shock..." The seating was clearly designed with a very sufficient load in mind. Adeline craned her neck to the side, ignoring the extra chin that formed. "Recommended Weight Limit: 800 lbs."
That was curious, Adeline thought. Why would a bench have a weight limit posted? And why would it be so high?
Ghrrrrllllllll
Adeline's musings were momentarily halted by the familiar call of her stomach. She turned her head back to face forward, putting her mind back on her usual focus: her enormous appetite. 'Oh, already? But I just had a snack!' Adeline frowned. The funnel cake she had scarfed down to address her sugar craving had only revved up the out-of-towner's hunger and now she began to crave something savory to contrast the lingering sweet sugar powdering her lips.
Adeline licked said plump lips and sighed. Admittedly, it had been a couple of hours since her complimentary breakfast on the train. But said breakfast had not exactly been small... Adeline guiltily remembered being asked if she would prefer pancakes or French toast and responding "Both, please!" impulsively even though she'd already eaten before she'd left to get on the train. And stopped for donuts on the way to the train. And eaten a sub at the station.
But none of that meant that Adeline was any less seduced by the many smells of high-calorie bliss wafting around the pier. Churros and ice cream cones sang out to her sweet tooth affectionately. Hamburgers the size of dinner plates displayed their layers with thick slabs of bacon and oozing with melted cheese and caramelized onions. Jumbo-sized hotdogs heaped with toppings glistened and beckoned to the hungry traveler, eager to gain her attention. But Adeline didn't need a quick snack or another funnel cake, she needed a meal. But where to go? The poor tourist was obese, over stimulated and overwhelmed.
'No! I'm not a tourist here, this is my home.' she thought resolutely, regaining her nerves and her focus. Adeline knew the easiest way to learn her way around was to observe. The only way to find the best places to eat, she mused, was to look for whichever local eatery was drawing in the fattest patrons. It was a little lifehack that had never failed her at and around Buttercombe, learning which restaurants had the roomiest seating and healthiest portions by word of mouth from her students and colleagues.
Leaning back a little more, Addy took a look around. Sure, if there were anyone fatter her, she would have probably noticed them walking by. But as it was, the pier wasn't very crowded at all. She owed as much to it being a weekday, meaning most younger people were probably stuck in school (Ha! Sucks to be you guys!) or at some menial job or another.
"And," she noted, looking at her phone, "it is right around lunchtime." Her stomach let out a grumble to show its acknowledgment of this information. "Ugh. I just fed you! Be patient!" she said sternly, giving it a firm pat. Adeline had been developing the habit lately of talking to her own belly when it began to protest too loudly as if it were a spoiled teenager. She knew it was a silly thing to do in public, but the damn thing had had a mind of its own lately. And with how big it was getting lately... Adeline wasn't particularly belly-heavy proportion-wise but at her impressive size the pounds she had been ceaselessly stacking on were running out of places to go. Her considerable belly jutted out onto her massive thighs in a single, giant spare tire that began to crease at her sides, bunching up into a juicy muffintop where it rested on her absurdly oversized hips. It's circumference narrowed on the way up her wide waist to just below her upper torso, the "skinniest" section of Adeline's physique, before exploding again into massive breasts and full, flabby arms.
But nobody who saw Adeline's full proportions could ever mistake where the majority of the weight was going. This woman approaching from around the hot dog stand though...
She was exactly what Adeline was looking for! The woman was morbidly obese, not on Addy's jaw-dropping level but close enough, and appeared to be older, maybe somewhere in her mid-40's and somewhere in the mid-400's. Watching students and faculty (and herself) relentlessly gain pound after pound had made Adeline pretty good at ballparking people's weights on the fly. This woman carried most of her weight in her big belly, double-tiered as opposed to Adeline's single, and her larger, lower roll was packed into too-tight khaki slacks that looked like she had spent the whole morning just packing herself into them.
'I know that feeling,' the obese observer smirked.
In tow with the woman were two younger girls; Adeline deduced from the resemblance that they might have been her daughters. The two young women may have been half the age of the woman they were following but looked to only be trailing behind by about fifty to a hundred pounds each. One of them, blonde, sported the same big double-belly that her "mother" did. She had not made the same valiant attempt as the older woman at tucking her belly into her jeans, and instead it peeked out from the bottom of her shirt, slapping against her thick thighs as she ambled along forward. The other, a brunette and the fatter of the two, sported not only the hereditary belly but a wide ass to go with it. Her sundress was meant to be flowy, but it clung to every curve of the young woman's overblown figure.
'Maybe the 800 lbs limit is more than a little necessary...' Adeline thought, squirming.
All three women were waddling with urgency; they were trekking right by all the different hot dog carts and cake stands with a look of fixed determination. The three titanic women were fixed on their destination with an unwavering resolve.
Adeline was no stranger to what hunger looked like. And felt like. She payed close attention to where the three fat women were headed, to whatever place had such a powerful allure that the numerous snack carts and outdoor eateries had no sway on three women who clearly didn't often deny themselves a good meal. She braced herself and, with a grunt that was louder than she would have liked, heaved herself off of the bench with all of the strength in her wobbly, monstrously thick legs.
Making to keep the women in her field of vision, Adeline began moving at her very top speed, a laboriously slow, plodding gait that would leave her needing to catch her breath in just a few minutes.
'I'll just follow at a distance to see where they head and then act like I was headed there all along,' she smiled. 'Like I totally know where the spot is already.'
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