Porker's Pig-Out Palace pt. 2

The girls spent an extra forty minutes in The Cheesecake Factory before they were recovered enough to get back to Marisa's car, both of them groaning in unison as they collapsed backwards into Marisa's Mini Cooper, their combined weight lowering the car dramatically.

They spent the next fifteen minutes scrambling around, trying to find some measure of comfort in the hopelessly cramped space, and failing miserably. Marisa was fine, the car had been altered to fit her, but Gwen was struggling, her thunderous thighs spreading wide under the pressure of her almost perfectly spherical stomach and proud, heavy bosom, too wide for the passenger's seat. She didn't seem able to accept this fact, though, trying everything she could to get the door closed, with all of her massive, fleshy rump contained within the car, repeatedly trying to pull it closed, until Marisa spoke up, “Hey... Gwen? Yeaaaaaaah, maybe you should just get in the back seat?”

Gwen tried a few more times, wincing in pain each time as the door pinched her tender, exposed legs, “I don't... get it! It... worked... on the way over here! Gaaah!”

Marisa chuckled at her friend's determination, “Yeah, then you ate twenty pounds of pasta and cake. You were barely packed in on the way over here, it's not happening now! Just move your fat ass to the back, you're too damn big for that seat now!”

Gwen looked at her friend, pouting, “You seriously need a bigger car already! What the actual fuck, a Mini?”

Marisa shrugged, “Hey, it fits me, it's not my fault you got so fat!” She snorted, “I mean, it kinda is, but as far as you've gone, it's like someone told you to pitch a tent and you went and built the fuckin' Taj Mahal of squishy, sexy bubble butt!” She squinted her eyes, smirking, “I'd tell you to lose some serious weight if it weren't for the fact that the entire idea of weight loss is the exact opposite of who I am! Just get in the backseat already, you godforsaken, gluttonous, little piggy!”

“Oh, shut the heck up, you know good and well you had to get the car altered! Besides, if it weren't for you, I wouldn't need a fucking mirror to check my pedicure! Let's get moving already, get back to the club, I seriously need to get back to practicing my pole work!” She snorted, "Way out of shape."

“Oh, we're not going back just yet.”

Gwen groaned, shaking her head, “Fuckin'... if you take us to a fucking drive-through window, I will murder you in your sleep, you fat cow!”

Marisa laughed, “Well now, you see, that wasn't the plan, but now you mention it...”

“No, I'm okay with not eating another week's worth of calories, you horrible, evil woman! God, you're not gonna be satisfied until the back of your car is too small for me, are you?”

“Hey, for future reference, fast food, packing another fifty pounds onto your fat ass, all of these things are your ideas! All I said is, we have another stop before we head back to the club!”

Gwen groaned, “Okay, but if you make me eat another stupidly fattening meal today, I am holding you accountable!”

Marisa couldn't hold back her giggles, “Please, come on, have I ever, not on stage, I mean, forced you to eat more food?”

“Yes.”

“Okay, it's a fair cop. But most of it was you, still.”

Gwen waved her arms, dismissively, but couldn't keep back her smile, “Yeah, whatever, where are we going?”

The engine turned over, and just before they pulled out into the streets, Marisa answered the question, over her shoulder, “Curvalicious!”

Gwen had a double-take. She knew the place, they were a rival club, a ways away, in the center of town. “What?” she asked, “Why the crap would we go there?”

“Do you seriously not see what just happened back there?”

Gwen felt dumb, “Uh, we went into a restaurant, had a fight-thingy, ate more than we've ever done in one off-stage sitting, and left?”

Marisa waved her hand dismissively, but wasn't listening closely. She was still in her own head,“What the hell were the odds of that, you think?”

“Of us eating way too fucking much and barely being able to walk out under our own steam? Let me see, looking at history, over the past few months, there's been an almost one to one ratio.”

Marisa grunted with frustration, “No! I'm talking about Kitty! We went into a place to have a big, emotional sit-down, get our feelings out to each other, and hey, what a big coincidence, our server just happens to be a gaining girl and a self-proclaimed gluttonous pig with some actual interest in working for the club we just started! That's what I'm talking about! That doesn't happen, it's just not a thing that actually happens!”

Slowly, Gwen nodded, “So... What's your point? Why are we going to Curvalicious?”

“I'm taking that back there as a sign. We're getting our next employee.”
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As they got out of the car to walk into the club, Gwen was having serious doubts, “What are we doing, though, they're just having a normal day at work, and two random chicks walk in and steal a dancer away, like, what the actual mess?”

Marisa snorted, “Okay, first off, we're not 'random chicks.' We're customers, right? Now, what we're going to do is, we're going to head in there, ask around to see if 'Diabla' is working today, find her, get her alone somehow, shouldn't be too hard, no one goes into places like this at 2:00 on a Saturday, I give her the pitch, and we scram.”

“Diabla?”

Marisa rolled her eyes, “It's her stage name. Real name's Lexi. We know each other, sort of, I, uh, went to this club kind of a lot before we got started at Porker's. She might not even be here tonight, if she's changed her schedule at all in the past eight months.” Gwen gave her a quizzical look, and she defended herself, “But she's going to be there, I mean, we got fate on our side here!”

Gwen still had her doubts, but she followed Marisa anyway, into a sad-looking strip joint, populated by only the dancers, who rushed up, all at once, in an undignified mass of wobbly flesh and poorly-applied make-up, all looking to make a few dollars, the source be damned. Gwen actually felt a bit of pity at the sight of it all, she'd worked in some seedy places, and this was up there with the worst of them, poorly maintained, dirty, sleezy all around. She had a few flashbacks of some particularly bad nights in her early days of dancing, during college, but she managed to keep it together, asking about this 'Diabla,' where she was.

And she got no answers. Not even that it 'wasn't her night to work,' just girl after girl telling the same story. Diabla? Who?

The music, blaring since they'd come through the door, got quiet for a second, as a voice came over, announcing the beginning of the next performer, Sweet Sueńo, and it wouldn't have got her attention, except that Marisa grabbed her arm roughly, hurting her more than a little bit.

“What?” She asked, getting no answer from her friend as she was dragged towards the stage, just as a gorgeous looking latina was making her way onto the stage. Watching her enter, it was obvious this was the woman Marisa had in mind. She was hot from head to toe, her skin deeply, naturally tan, her black hair long and beautiful. She was a purer pear shape than even Gwen could claim, with wide, child-bearing hips and thick, powerful thighs that looked strong enough to crush a man's skull, all supporting a soft, sumptuous stomach, hanging at most an inch and a half over her silver bottoms, round enough to give support to her small, but beautifully shaped breasts.

She had huge, expressive eyes, and she gave Marisa a sly smile and a quick wink at the sight of her. Aerosmith began playing, and the woman began moving, keeping time, as well as any Gwen had seen, as well as her, even, working the pole, climbing on it, despite her weight, clamping tightly to it with her thick, powerful thighs, making moves even Gwen was afraid to try, and doing it well.

At some point, about a minute in, she found herself admiring more than just the skill involved. The woman was thick and strong, a layer of pudding spread over a sturdy frame, meaty, but muscular. Her breasts were like ripe apples, round, not big, but not small, and everything about this woman, the curve of her hips and her bulbous behind, gave the appearance of a sculpture, perfectly cast and yet somehow soft, gelatinous, jiggling on the outside, but beneath, there was strength. Gwen found herself watching, enraptured, but there was more to her admiration than abilities, or jealousy, something more primal than those was being awakened, and over and over, whenever the thoughts surfaced, she drove them back below, but they kept rising up, dampening the levels below, setting a fire inside her.

But then, the show was over, and Marisa snapped her out of it, much to her relief. What had just come over her, she didn't know, and she didn't like it, but as they moved around, and Marisa got the attention of this beautiful, sexual woman that Gwen could only assume was Lexi, she felt her mind slowly clearing, a haze lifting gradually, until she finally was back to the real world, and they were all three outside the club, in a small open area, outside a back door.

The woman was talking, subtly accented with Spanish, “Damn, Marisa, I thought I wasn't gonna see you again!” She turned an eye towards Gwen, and Gwen felt herself involuntarily shrink back under the piercing gaze of this stranger, “And who's this? Girlfriend?”

Marisa laughed, “Best friend, and Lexi, relax I think you're scaring her! Besides...” She leaned in closer, 'whispering' at a volume Gwen could clearly hear, “Totally hetero.”

Before she could stop herself, Gwen found herself contradicting that statement, not eloquently, just with a meaning-laden “Eeeeeh...”

Lexi laughed, “'Eeeeh' is right, I think, from what I could see from the stage! Marisa, I think your friend might have some, uh, confusing feelings going on!” She winked at Gwen, then went back to Marisa, “But that's enough of that, why are you back here? Heard you had some kind of job thing happening and that was why you stopped coming out here?”

Marisa nodded, “You heard right! I had your job, sorta.”

“Oh, shit!” Lexi burst out, “You went from watching the strippers to being one? Damn!”

“Ah, well, here's the thing. First, it wasn't so much exactly what you do. Like, there was stripping, but there was more in there.” She hesitated before saying the next thing, “Have you heard anything about what they were doing at Porker's before they shut down?”

Gwen could almost see the pieces being put together in Lexi's eyes, “Duh. They were trying to get us to do it, too." She snorted, "And now, you come here, what, looking for a new job now that place's shut down?”

Marisa smiled big, “Actually, no!” A moment of confusion flashed in Lexi's face, and Marisa went into her pitch. Gwen was always impressed when she did this, it was like she had an on/off switch for getting people's uncompromised attention. Who could tell what it was, it was amazing to see, and even though she'd heard it twice before, she couldn't help but stare, entranced by the performance that her friend made out of every telling, impressed at how she emphasized different parts of the pitch to better fit the audience.

She didn't expect Lexi to laugh when it was done.

She felt the need to put her own two cents in, to help defend her friend, angry as she stepped up to the taller girl, “Hey, the fuck are you laughing at? This is a fucking opportunity here! How much money have you made today.” Lexi looked down, confused by this outburst, and Gwen pushed harder, moving even closer, forcing Lexi to step back, “How much money?”

“I dunno, thirteen bucks?”

“No, you've made $12, and I know that's what you made, because I'm the one who gave it to you! I am the only person to give you money so far today. I'm a dancer, too, been doing it for a while now, and I know how it is, mornings, early afternoon, it's a shit time to be dancing, it's basically fucking practice time. Nobody fucking goes to strip clubs until nighttime, but you know where people do go in the mornings and afternoons? Fucking restaurants. Shit, just before we came here, we spent  $20 just as a fucking tip to our server, and she had more people tipping her after us! You know as good as I do, this is a damn good offer, and you know what? You're gonna fucking take it!”

There was silence, until Marisa broke it, shocked at that, “Holy shit, Gwen.”

Gwen was about to defend her outburst, but Lexi spoke up first, snorting, “Damn, I was laughing because it's just funny you came here to hire me! You know what? Yeah, I'm up for it! Marisa, you got balls to try and hire me where I'm working, and this one,” She gestured to the still fuming form of Gwen, slowly smiling, “I like her attitude.”

Marisa blinked, surprised at how this had gone, “So you're in?”

“Yeah, let me give you my number!”
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Back in the car, Gwen tried to apologize, “Sorry for all of that, I don't know what came over me!”

“Don't even start, you saved my ass back there! Weren't for you, she wouldn't be on board, and you saw how good she is!”

Gwen was confused, “But... I thought... she was laughing because it took guts to ask her where she worked?”

Marisa chuckled, “Oh, Gwen, you're adorable. No, she wasn't sold until you laid it out, I'm telling you!”

Gwen exhaled, huffily, “Whatever. Just get me back to the club now. And just tell me, because I know you know, what all fast food places are between here and there, because I need something in me, ASAP.”

“I want it on record that you asked me to do this, and I bear none of the responsibility when it turns out next week you can't even fit in the back seat of a car!”

Gwen smiled slyly, “Just shut up and get me ungodly amounts of food.”

“As you command, my fat assed mistress!”
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It was a week later that they found the third and final serving/stripping addition to their growing venture.

Marisa had made this connection, but she hadn't told Gwen how yet. She waited until the car ride to their meeting, until after Gwen had successfully squashed her now slightly slimmer legs into the passenger seat, hoping that the small victory would lessen her friend's panic at hearing how this came to be.

If it did, it wasn't by much.

“You found her on the fucking internet? Are you trying to get us horrifically murdered or something?”

Marisa rolled her eyes, “Yes, because a murderer is going to straight up shank us in the middle of a fucking mall food court, of course.”

“You don't know!”

“Look, Gwen, chill. This is a modern world we live in! People online aren't necessarily murderers, okay? Just trust me on this."

Gwen made her disapproval very clear, “Hmmph. Fine. Do we at least know what this person look like?”

Marisa hesitated before answering, “Well... I know she's Asian. Beyond that, she just said we'll know her when we see her.”

Gwen snorted derisively, “Oh yeah. Totally sounds not murderous. I feel so comforted.”

They didn't initially have an easy time of it, in the food court. Both girls walked around the space, a large area, filled with hundreds of tables, and dozens of restaurants, and neither girl was totally sure what to look for. Marisa was near to giving up hope when she felt Gwen tugging on her arm, trying to direct her attention towards... what? “What are you trying to show me?”

“Well, I can't really see her face, but that table over by the carousel? More food than the average chick would eat, and there's only one person. Think that's the sign?”

Marisa grinned down at her friend, “I knew I kept you around for something!”

They walked around a bit further, much to their discomfort, until they made it to the woman's table. “Sierra?” Marisa asked.

The girl straightened up instantly from her plate of food, “You must be Marisa!” she said, excitedly.

This was a bit more of an over the top response than Marisa had expected. Her own answer was more confused, and wary, almost a question, “Yeeesss?”

The girl, Sierra, stuck her hand out excitedly, offering a handshake, and Marisa did not accept the offer, due to the greasy shine of the skin. “I'm so glad to actually meet you in person!”

Marisa sat down in an open chair, glad to have some relief from her constant, pressing weight, “Yeah, you didn't exactly make it easy to find you!”

Sierra blushed, embarrassed, “Yeah, thing is...” She stood up, and even Marisa had to marvel at her height, this woman was taller even than her, a full six feet, and clothed in some... less than well-fitting attire. “All these clothes are brand new. I was coming here anyway because I outgrew my old wardrobe, and then I figured, why not combine that with the interview thing?”

Gwen spoke up, she'd sat nearer to where Sierra was standing, and she could see better how much that outfit was straining. She looked for a second, admiring first, the full, bulging stomach, left exposed by the tight white shirt that must have been chosen to best display the but beautiful, well-developed muffin top that was forming, admiring how the shorts she wore showed off her round, full backside giving this girl the same the pantylines she herself was so familiar with, and finally, sitting as she was, she was practically in the shade of Sierra's proud bosom, an F-cup, if she was correct. This woman was almost an idealized hourglass, busty, big booty, and yet, only about a third the amount of soft, untoned stomach that she'd herself had when she was only an F-cup. She didn't want to interrupt anything Marisa might have planned to say, but she couldn't help herself, “These are new clothes?”  

Sierra smiled down, “Yeah, I always buy at least one size small.” Her tone turned seductive, and she bent down closer to Gwen as she explained, “I dunno, I think there's something about wearing clothes that don't fit that's just sexy, don't you?”

Marisa cleared her throat, getting Sierra's attention back, and taking things around to the actual subject at hand, “I'd say that's a good place to start in this business. Tell me, Sierra, have you ever done anything like this, dancing sexy for money before, I can see by your belly you've overeaten, but there's still the part of putting on a show, do you have any experience with that?”

Sierra blushed, “Not professionally, no, but in my personal life, definitely. I just like showing off, is all. I kinda thought eating all of this,” she said, gesturing to the table she was sitting at, built for four, covered with empty containers, “would maybe give you some idea about how I can eat?”

Marisa shrugged, and there was a familiar, devious glint in her eyes as she informed Sierra, “There's no way for us to know you ate all of this yourself! Here's the deal, we get you just a big more, you eat it all, put on a small show for us, and then we'll really give you a shot at this!”

Panic flashed across Sierra's pretty face, “No, but I ate all of this and I wasn't even hungry! I ate all of this on a full stomach!”

Marisa could tell what Sierra said was true, but she was feeling merciless, “Words, words, words, that's all that is! Come on, Gwen, let's get out of here.”

Gwen stood up, and Sierra almost yelled for them to stop, “Okay! Okay, I'll do it!”

Marisa smirked at Gwen, “Thought as much. Come on, Gwen, let's get this girl the kind of feast she's going to remember!”

They showed the girl no pity, clearing the table first of empty containers, then piling it with more, pizza, chicken, everything the food court had to offer that wouldn't melt, and then they sat back down and watched, expectantly.

They watched as Sierra moved through the familiar stages of overeating, from the 'I should stop,' attitude she began with, into a pained determination, ending with a strange shift, from 'god, I ate too much, this is so painful,' into an impressive, 'eating more couldn't make my stomach ache anymore, so bring it on' mentality, where the pain she was clearly in was suddenly irrelevant to her willingness to go further. It almost seemed to push her further, that mindset, and there was no reason to feign innocence, so she allowed herself the visceral pleasure of groaning at full volume, complaining loudly, letting the world know the pain of her overfed belly. Even such experienced pigs as Gwen and Marisa had to admit by then, this girl was something special.

“So, uh,” Marisa began, looking at the sweating, squirming shape of Sierra, “I shouldn't tell you this, probably, but, I think... I think you're hired!”

Sierra didn't respond with much respect. She didn't stop her excruciated writhing at all, even, just kept going, digging into her near-bursting belly with both hands, praying desperately for a reprieve, but finding none, the pain audible in her yelping, “You're goddamn right I am!”

Marisa smiled at that, sympathizing with Sierra's intense pain, but at the same time, she loved the emotion behind that, she loved the feeling that she was the one who'd caused this. It wasn't a feeling she was proud of, but it was there. She stood up, and Gwen followed suite, “We have to go now, but we'll most definitely be in touch with you, Sierra.”
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In the car, it was all Marisa could do to keep from dancing around like an idiot.

“That was the last one!” she kept repeating, only addressing Gwen in a technical sense, “We have enough people to start business!”

For once in her life, Gwen was a sensible tether, repeating just what John had said to her, “Yeah, but, you're still only like, a little bit of the way through. Lexi can work the pole and the floor, but she doesn't know jack about serving food, and Kitty can serve food, but come on, I mean, you saw her, she doesn't know a damn thing about acting sexy for a group of people, and god forbid someone asks her for a lap dance!”

Marisa smirked at that last comment, “I think I have a better image of who Kitty is than you. We've been texting. She's going to surprise you, I think...”

Gwen shrugged that off, she didn't know what the heck it was supposed to mean, “But the point still stands!” she insisted, “None of these girls has any real experience in both fields! You're gonna have to train them all before we finally open!”

Marisa snorted, “I think you've been listening to John too much. These girls have all gotta give notice still, that's two weeks worth of time to train them, like, ten minutes at a time, after they all get off work. Easy-peasy.” She said, smirking, “And you, too, Gwen Cooper!”

“What?”

“Oh, don't you think you're getting off easy, just because you're my best friend! Girl, you have gotten soft!”

Gwen chuckled, “Isn't that the entire idea?”