Caring Girlfriend 2: Birthday

(Contains weight gain, slob, intoxication, dubious consent, and manipulation. If none of this is your thing, probably back off now, yeah?)

“No, no,” Nadia squealed, covering her blushing face with one hand. “No more! I’ve already…had enough to drink tonight, Cordy…”

“Nonsense!” Cordy chirped in reply, planting her girlfriend’s third shot glass of the night onto the table in front of her. “It’s your twenty-first birthday, you’re supposed to drink a lot, and live a little.”

Crammed into a corner booth at the bar, five-hundred and forty-two pound Nadia wheezed and puffed, wedged between her seat and the table. A roll of flabby gut pressed up against and piled slightly onto the tabletop, leaving the poor, huge girl rather uncomfortable enough. If that wasn’t enough, getting to the bar in the first place had been quite hard at her size, and the slinky blue dress Cordelia had convinced her to wear was drenched in sweat. Beads of it dribbled down Nadia’s forehead and cheeks, as well, giving her a faintly greasy sheen.

“Nnh, seriously, I’ve already had like…way too many drinks, Cordy,” Nadia complained, her cheeks flushed from the alcohol as much as the heat and exertion. Already she was starting to slur. “This birthday’s been wonderful, I don’t need anymore.”

“One more shot won’t kill you. Or a cocktail, if you want that, instead.”

“Mmmmm…the cocktails they serve here are pretty yummy…” Lifting one jiggling arm, Nadia grabbed an onion ring off the plate in front of her, scarfing it down in a hasty mess that flung crumbs across her ample bosom. Quickly, the onion ring was followed by another, and another, as alcohol made it easy for the girl to give into her gluttonous impulses. While she ate, a loud belch thundered from deep in her chest, and she glanced nervously at her date to check if the other girl had noticed. Cordelia hardly seemed to notice, or if she had, she hardly cared.

“One more shot,” she insisted with a loving smile, “And then we can get you a cocktail. Deal?”

“Deal,” Nadia agreed absent-mindedly, through a mouthful of onion ring, her round double chin wobbling with every bite. Some grease leaked from the corner of her mouth, but being tipsy, it was hard to pay it too much mind.

“That’s the spirit!”

At Cordelia’s urging, Nadia swallowed her food, scooped up the shot glass and downed it like a pro. The alcohol burned on the way down.

“Ahhh…mmh…y’know, Cordy, it’s not like you haven’t bought me booze before now anyway…just ‘cause I’m twenny-one doesn’t mean…doesn’t mean I gotta drink a whole lot more than usual…whew…”

“Sure it does! You’re celebrating the right to legally drink now. That’s something different. Excuse me,” Cutting into her own encouragement, Cordelia flagged down a server, smiling in that way that had dazzled and placated Nadia so many times before. “Can she have a Zombie, please?”

While her girlfriend ordered her a drink and chatted amiably with their server for a few minutes, Nadia rested her head against the back of the booth, letting warmth overtake her. When she came to her senses sometime later, Cordelia was placing a cocktail in her hands, grinning from ear to ear. “There you go, birthday girl. Your new favorite drink.”

Nadia hiccuped. “Di’nt I already haff one o’ these…like…a few minutes ago?”

“Huh? What are you talking about?” Cordelia asked sweetly, tilting her head to one side. “Of course not. This is your first one. Drink up. I thought I might take you somewhere nice for a proper dinner once we’re done here, honey.”

“Mmmkay,” the huge girl slurred, gulping down a huge swallow of the stuff, no longer concerned with how much she’d had as with the way the whole world was starting to feel like one big Paradise. A thought occurred to her, however, and she looked at her girlfriend with a dazed expression on her face. “Waitaminute…I already had some on…onion ri…mmh, ‘scuse me-“

Stifling a belch with one hand pressed to her chest, Nadia groaned, swaying from side to side in her seat. Cordelia chirped brightly before the girl could finish her thought.

“Onion rings aren’t a proper meal, Nadia, you know that. You can’t just have snacks for dinner or something, especially not on your birthday!”

“But we…we ate ‘fore we left,” Nadia slurred defiantly by way of response.

“That was a few hours ago, sweetie,” her girlfriend explained patiently, as though to a child, “We had a little bit to eat to celebrate your birthday before we left the house, but that doesn’t mean we can’t have a proper dinner now, to really bring an end to the festivities.”

“I don’t this thass…thass…”

Before she could make it through whatever thought she’d had, Nadia felt a pressure in her guts. A moment later, a tremendous belch erupted from her lips, and she began to whine emphatically. “Nnnnh…Cordy…I gotta peeeeee!”

“Oh! Okay, honey, here, let me help you get up,” Cordelia sprang up out of her own seat like a bat out of hell, rounding the table just in time to help Nadia lurch awkwardly to her feet. The mammoth girl stumbled unsteadily, practically bowling her girlfriend over, but eventually they managed to stabilize her huge, drunken ass and get her wobbling across the bar. Nadia hiccuped loudly as she stood, and giggled.

“Cordy…m’too fat…I gotta…mmf…”

“Oh, honey, don’t say that. You’re the most gorgeous girl I’ve ever met. Now c’mon. Let’s get you to the bathroom so we can get on with dinner.”

“Dinner’s gonna make me…uff…fatter…y’gotta stop feedin’ me so mush…”

Cordelia paid her no mind.

By the time she had helped her Nadia from one end of the bar to the other, the poor girl smelled rank, sweat pouring from every place and soaking straight through her dress wherever it bunched around her numerous fat folds. Wheezing, she squeezed through the bathroom door.

“Huff…uff…mmnh…whoooa…Cordy, m’druuuuunk,” she babbled, giggling at nothing in particular as Cordelia guided her into one of the stalls. Barely able to fit through the door, the only reason Nadia was able to stay upright was because her fat squished against either side of the stall, keeping her standing while she panted and groaned her way to the toilet. Out of breath, her girlfriend closed the stall behind her, and went to wash the sweat off her arms and collect herself while the other girl took a long, relaxing piss.

A few minutes later, the stall door opened, and Nadia declared her emergence with a series of loud hiccups.

“Mkay…less go, Cordy…”

“All done, baby? That’s a good girl,” Cordelia cooed, repositioning herself as the larger girl’s crutch once more. Sweat dripped down Nadia’s legs, and she stumbled her way out of the bar with her oh-so-helpful girlfriend, off to celebrate a wonderful birthday...