OC: The Big Night

     This story is best read after The Big Prom, but reading the previous story isn't required.

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     Victoria raised her hand to shield her eyes from the hot sun. It was a bright day outside the convention center, and Victoria couldn't wait to get away from the heat. Today, Victoria's home town was hosting its own version of Comic-con, a local gathering that only had a few hundred attendees. For a normal convention, that wasn't much, but for the small town of River Ridge, it was a huge affair. The auditorium was packed to the gills, and even from the parking lot, Victoria could hear the hustle and bustle inside.

     Normally a reclusive girl, Victoria never would have come here if it weren't for the urging of her boyfriend, Sam. When the convention had been coming up, he had constantly pestering her in real life and on the web to go. Eventually, Victoria had agreed just to get him to stop. Give an inch, give a mile, however, and Sam had managed to get her to agree to do more than just attend.

     She agreed to cosplay.

     Sam had told her that with her long black hair, she would fit great as Tifa. Victoria knew that the term "fit" was relative, beyond her hair she didn't look anything like Tifa. Where Tifa was a slender, buxom beauty, Victoria was a fat, flabby whale. As she waddled her way to the convention's doors, she was painfully aware of how she must look.

     Tifa's costume had always been skimpy, but stretched over Victoria's huge body it was obscene. The classic white tank top had been reduced to practically a tube top, so tight and stretched over her watermelon breasts that the outline of her bra stood out. Dark suspenders connected the bottom of her shirt to a jet black miniskirt, and the straps dug inches into the globular belly, round and protruding, emphasizing just how far her stomach stood out. Every step she took made the strips of fabric dig into her middle, cupping the front of her belly, lifting it up and cradling it. The skirt looked almost like underwear, skintight and small, it outlined the curves of her rear cheeks, each one a mountain of adipose that rippled as she walked, rising and falling in rhythm. Luckily, the skirt was so clingy, there was no risk of it riding up, and her belly fell over the front, protecting anything unsightly. Even the smallest parts of the outfit didn't fit. The boots she was wearing were unbuckled, her thick calves squeezed by the leather. The gloves had been forsaken all together, her forearms too chunky to pull the fabric up to her elbows and her digits to pudgy to slide into the fingers, so Victoria's arms were bare. 

     Aware of every inch of exposed skin, Victoria waddled her way around cars, wincing every time her hips brushed against a warm hood. Bumping and bouncing her way through the parking lot, Victoria arrived at the entrance.

     Sam was waiting by the doors, standing in the shade. Even from here, she could see that his cosplay didn't fit either, though it was nowhere near as revealing as hers.

     Sam had decided to go as Cloud to match Victoria's costume. His had been harder to make than a Tifa costume, so it didn't have all the parts and accessories. Using a dark sweater for a shirt, it was pulled over his puffy chest and huge belly, too tight, his man boobs in stark relief. His rotund belly, the largest bit of himself, was barely contained, fraying some of the stitches and poking out from the bottom. Black slacks wrapped around his legs like sausage wrappers, stressed by his thick thighs. A shoulder guard with a few screws pushed through it sat near his head, the straps of it digging into the flabby wing of his arm. He carried a painted cardboard sword in his hand, resting in over his free shoulder. His sandy hair, spike with copious amounts of hair gel and determination, didn't do much to make his chubby face look smaller.

     His eyes met Victoria's, and he smiled, his cheeks dimpling. His gazed flickered downward, and he lit up red. Victoria still didn't understand why after all this time Sam was embarrassed by her. He had asked her out, obviously knowing she was large, yet he would always blush around her. 

     Even if Sam was still acting weird around her, Victoria had come to like Sam's plus sized figure. He was soft and cuddly, and before long, she had stopped feeling gross when he was breathing heavily, or how fattening his meals were. It was so close to her own habits that she couldn't hold them against him. He'd gone from someone she had seen as out of shape, to being cute, at least.

     "About time," Sam greeted with a grin, "I was afraid you weren't going to show." Victoria didn't respond, instead taking a moment to catch her breath. She leveled a glare at him. "It was a long walk" she huffed out, gesturing to the thirty feet she had traveled from her car. Victoria's indignant glance slid off Sam's positive attitude, and he instead offered her a ticket. Snatching it out of his hand, she waddled past him, and through the doors into the convention floor.

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     Victoria plopped down on her bed, the frame creaking under her. It wouldn't break, she'd made sure of that; the supports were solid steel. Letting her bag filled with memorabilia hit the floor, Victoria fell onto her back, exhausted.

     The convention had been a blast, despite her misgivings. Having the chance to fully geek-out with Sam was fun, even if she winced every time someone's elbow squished against her. There were some other fat cosplayers there, even though Sam and her were so large, most people barely gave them a second glance. Waddling there way around the booths and stages had been tiring, so the two of them had retreated to Victoria's house.

     Looking over the mounds that were her belly and breasts, Victoria could just make out the sight of Sam's flushed face as he stood in her bedroom door. She was hungry, not having eaten during the con, but was too tired to get something herself. "There's food downstairs," Victoria mumbled, "get some snacks. I'm hungry and I don't wanna wait for cooking." As soon as the words were out of her mouth, Sam darted out of the room as fast as he could, blushing all the way. Victoria absentmindedly tugged down the bottom of her tank top, covering the bit of exposed bra.

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     "V-Victoria?"

     Victoria was jostled awake as Sam walked back through the door with a tray piled high with bags of chips. She must have dozed off, as Sam had made a few sandwiches, meaning he had to have taken a little extra time. Victoria didn't bother to sit up as Sam sat next to her, the bed further groaning in protest. He looked at her for a response, but rather than saying anything, Victoria simply opened her mouth expectantly. 

     Tearing open one of the bags of chips, Sam pulled out a single slice of potato, and brought it to her lips. Biting down on it, she chewed it and swallowed it in a flash. She glared at Sam as he stared at her, and in response he brought another to her lips. Sam kept doing this faster and faster, and before long the bag was empty.

     With the next bag, Sam didn't bother to give her a chip at a time, instead taking whole handfuls and letting Victoria stuff herself. As she munched on the salty snacks, Victoria watched Sam's face. He wore a strange look of intensity she hadn't seen before. Every bite started to fill Victoria with as much guilt as food. Every morsel was adding another pound, another roll, another flabby feature to her frame. A good girlfriend was supposed to be good looking, yet here she was getting bigger. Sam must have thought she was a pig. Despite these feelings, Victoria continued to eat until that bag, and the rest, were empty.

     Sam didn't even need prompting, holding sandwiches with various fillings to her mouth as she took bite after remorseful bite. She could feel her stomach getting full, but she didn't pay it any mind, too lost in self pity to care. Victoria was eating with such monotony that she would sometimes nip Sam's fingers with her teeth if he wasn't fast enough. Slower than the chips, Victoria to get all the sandwiches past her gullet.

     Victoria's belly was swollen with food, red, angry, and bloated. It pinned her to the bed, a lead weight so heavy, she couldn't move. There were still a few candies still on the dish, but Victoria shook her head when Sam offered them to her. She was too stuffed to eat any more, instead she just lay there, digesting.

     Victoria let out a surprised burp as Sam put his hand on her belly.

     Half rubbing, half fondling her belly, Sam ran his hand in circles over the taut drum of her middle. Victoria wanted to say something, ask him what he was doing, but all she could do give out soft hiccups and burps. She watched his face as his pudgy fingers caressed her flab. He still had that strangely surreal expression, like he was both embarrassed and enthralled at the same time, face glowing crimson.

     "Sam." Victoria huffed, finally managing to speak. At her voice, Sam snapped back to reality, and he blushed harder, if that was possible. He started talking, but Victoria was still groggy from the food, and struggled to piece together his words. All she could make out was something about "beautiful", "embarrassed", "fat", and "prom". The one thing she heard clearly, was that he "loved everything about her." As Sam continued to give his flustered confession, Victoria reached over to the tray to pick up a peppermint, unwrapped it, and popped it in her mouth. Leaning forward, pushing her belly against Sam's, she brought her mouth to his.

     Sam froze in shock as their lips made contact. Victoria pressed harder, making sure they could both feel their bodies squeeze together as they kissed. He grew slack, and her hands reached around to grab his love handles, pulling him closer. After Victoria was certain that Sam would remember this kiss, she pulled away. She ran her tongue over her teeth, savoring the flavor of Sam, and the aftertaste of mint, as he sat there dumbfounded, rolling the peppermint in his mouth. 

     Victoria gave him a catty smile, before leaning on him, using her heavier weight to knock him over, until he was underneath her. Squishing their fat together as best she could, Victoria came in for a hungrier kiss. 

     Making out, knowing Sam loved her, Victoria didn't feel so ugly after all.