A Rose's Thorns Ch. 02
When she arrived to take up her post at the reception desk, her outfit -- a short red dress with black leggings over her mammoth thighs and a pair of shiny gold earrings -- had the desired effect. She goal had never been to woo the largely male accounting partners, as she doubted that any of them were chubby chasers. But Marla's new clothes and confident smile certainly surprised the mostly female support staff. Her bitchy coworker Nadia from HR, who was thin as a rail and was always trying to be "helpful" by mentioning diet tips, noticeably dropped her jaw when she first walked in, though she quickly stifled that expression. Marla grinned broadly back at her.
Penny, a fellow receptionist and mother who was the closest -- rather, only -- friend Marla had at work, was willing to share her feelings more openly when the two got lunch together at the sandwich shop next door. "Oh gawd, Marla, look at you!" she said, with complete sincerity. "Somebody went shopping where the other half lives this weekend!"
Marla beamed at her as she took a bite of her foot long sub. "Thank you for noticing! I think that bitch Nadia was caught off guard this morning."
Penny laughed conspiratorially. "I bet she was! You probably could have knocked her over with a freakin' feather. Seriously, where did you get that dress? Did you find it in a thrift store?"
"Believe it or not, Penny, I went straight to the source!"
"Brand new? Geez Louise, Marla, that must've cost an arm and a leg!"
Marla grinned and shook one flabby arm and one tree trunk-thick leg. "Still got 'em both! But I did get a real bargain." She figured it would be tacky to tell the whole story, and more polite to imply that she'd simply gotten a great deal.
"Is that all you bought, or did you really treat yourself?"
"Oh, I treated myself all right! I'll be dressing like this a lot more often. If I'm gonna carry around 400 pounds, I'm gonna dress it real nice!"
Penny laughed and snapped her fingers. "This is your glow-up year, girl! Show the world what us fat gals can do!" Penny was at least a hundred and fifty pounds lighter than Marla, but was generally quite self-conscious about her weight -- no thanks to Nadia. "How's Jade doing?"
"She's doing great! We think we found a way to get her into college, and my little girl is finally going to get to follow her dreams!"
"That's so amazing! Did your cheapskate husband finally pay up?"
"No way, good riddance to that son of a bitch! He can't keep us down forever, and honestly, I feel better now than I did before the divorce."
"That's so great, you are just killing it, girlfriend!" Penny said. "Seriously, what's gotten into you? You're like a whole new woman!"
Marla blushed slightly. She felt a bit awkward telling her coworker that she was living rent-free with Alan's sister, so she didn't bring it up. But come to think of it, it wasn't just the new home situation that was making her feel so...new. It had started with that first dinner with Rose. Even if her lawyer sister-in-law hadn't allowed Marla and her daughter to move in, her charm was infectious, and she had used it to full effect to lift the two women's spirits. Her generosity and sassy way of taking control of the situation had made Marla feel protected, like there was someone looking out for her.
"Well, a few things are just really looking up for me," said Marla. "I recently met a new old friend who really helped me see a different side of myself."
"Oooh, a new friend?" said Penny in a girlish voice. "Like a...boy friend?"
"No, no, not like that." Marla hadn't tried to date since Alan had left, though she'd gotten the itch more frequently than she cared to admit. What Alan had done to her had taken a toll in more ways than one. "Just a gal I used to know who helped me get my crap in order. What's that thing people always say? A strong, independent woman who don't need no man? Well, that's what she's like, and it's rubbed off on me!"
"That is sooo great! Ugh, good for you. Somebody has to do that for Doug's sister Cindy, she's been such a mess lately..."
Marla lost her focus on what Penny was saying about her husband's sister, as she was too busy with two different trains of thought in her head. The first one was more pleasant: in a few hours, she would go home to the beautiful house she now shared with Rose and Jade, enjoy a glass of wine with the two ladies, maybe take a nice bath, and enjoy sleeping in the luxurious bed that Rose had provided.
The second thought left Marla a little less happy: she had now been without a man in her life for over two years, and had admittedly been without physical affection for longer than that. Alan wasn't the first man she had ever been with, but their marriage had lasted 20 years, and she had few memories of dating before that.
In the first half of their marriage, Alan had been very attentive, if not the most generous. He took charge in the bedroom in a way that made Marla melt, and she had genuinely enjoyed the experience every time. While thinking about Alan for too long was painful, the memories of those early sessions in the bedroom still got her blood moving. After that, of course, she had begun to hear more and more rumors that Alan was chasing other women, as he had gradually lost interest in his wife, all culminating in the divorce bombshell.
Marla's desires had never really gone away, though she had always remained faithful to her husband, for all the good that did. She wouldn't mind finding someone new to try and recreate the good old days. But how, she wondered, do you go about finding a date at 42 years old and 400 pounds on the scale (the last time she'd checked)? Maybe Rose would have advice for that, too.
The two women finished their sandwiches and returned to the office, where Marla noticed with pleasure that a couple of the partners did a double-take in her direction. If she was getting nothing else, at least she was getting some attention.
Marla clocked out in the afternoon and squeezed into her car for the drive home. She still felt a little out of place in Rose's affluent neighborhood, but it was starting to feel less like being a fish out of water and more like being a kid at Disney World. Rose was sitting in a rocking chair on the front porch when she arrived, her long blonde hair partly covered by a hat. The two women smiled and waved at each other as Marla turned into the driveway. Rose followed her into the big garage.
"My my, Marla, you're looking like a tall drink of water," said Rose, who raised her glass of ice water, showing off her red-painted nails, as Marla pulled herself out of her car. "Or maybe a tall glass of wine -- I love that color on you."
Marla blushed -- it meant more coming from Rose than it did from her coworker. "You're too sweet!"
"I mean it! I left for work at the crack of dawn this morning so I didn't get to see your outfit. You look like you're ready to go out on the town!"
Marla laughed. "I just got home! Let me sit down for a moment!"
Rose smirked. "Not happening, honey. We're going out for happy hour, I know this darling little place only five minutes from the house! I'll drive us."
"On a Monday? Rose, you're so bad, I couldn't possibly..."
"Sure you could! What's one margarita?"
"Well, when you put it like that..."
"Yes!" Rose downed the rest of her glass of water, then tossed the remaining ice cubes into the flower beds. "Just the two of us, though -- Jade's about to leave for work."
Right after Rose spoke, Marla's daughter emerged from the house into the garage, dressed for her evening waitressing shift in a polo shirt and a dark skirt. "Oh, hi Mom, hi Aunt Rose!"
"Hi honey, how was your day?"
"It...it was great, mom. I didn't sleep very well so I took a nap on the balcony. I don't look too sunburned, do I?"
Rose laughed. "Not at all! You're getting a lovely tan, Jade, there's no red on you that I can see."
"Oh, uh, thanks, Ma'am!" Jade smiled, but Marla noticed there was something awkward about it, like she was intimidated by her aunt -- maybe that's why she called her Ma'am? But Rose intimidated a lot of people, and Marla supposed that her daughter was still adjusting to the fancy new house.
"I'm closing tonight, so I'll probably see you guys in the morning," said Jade, walking to her car.
Rose blew a kiss in the young woman's direction, and Marla smiled and did the same.
"Now that it's just us older, wiser ladies, let's go cause some trouble!" said Rose, wickedly.
An hour later, the two ladies were laughing it up on a bar patio, with multiple empty margarita glasses on the table. As usual, Rose hadn't been stingy on the appetizers, and Marla had been happy to enjoy them before the main course.
"And then," Rose said, smiling wickedly, "the other side's client said, 'What do you mean there's a liberandi causa, what does a gay piano player have to do with any of this shit?"
Marla laughed so hard that she snorted water into her nose; fortunately she hadn't just taken a sip of her margarita. She hadn't fully understood the joke, but Rose's delivery was incredible. "He did not!"
"And then he was like, 'What am I paying you sharks for?' and they had to talk him out of fleeing the country and living on an unregistered boat. God, we did screw him, to be fair."
"It sounds like he got what was coming for him!"
"Oh, he did, his company made every wrong move in the book. But mostly he just annoyed me enough to set my eyes on him, and once that happens, I'm gonna get what I want." Rose took a long sip of her drink.
"God, Rose, pardon my French, but where did you get such a set of lady balls?"
Rose laughed. "I don't know if I'd call it balls, though I've arguably got more than my idiot brother ever did. It's just a little confidence, a lot of focus, and a reminder to myself that just because someone thinks they're better than me, doesn't make it so."
"Wow, you make it sound easy!"
"Well, it isn't. I had to work for it for years, and no one can take it away from me." Rose frowned, showing a glimpse of the look she gave when someone displeased her. Marla quickly averted her eyes, feeling worried that she had offended Rose somehow.
The blonde woman's expression brightened. "But the result is that I have a beautiful house, a high-powered job, and a lovely lady who will have some girl time with me!" She raised her glass, and Marla clinked it, relieved. "Now, let's find that lazy-ass waiter, I want some pool time before the sun goes down!"
"Ooh, good idea!" Marla slowly started to stand up, her chair creaking noisily against the cement of the patio as she pushed it backward. She held onto the table carefully extricated her massive behind, and her sunglasses toppled from her head to the ground.
"Want me to pick those up for you?"
"No thanks, I've got it," Marla said. She bent toward the ground, her belly getting in the way, and suddenly felt a sharp spasm of pain in her back. She winced and stumbled forward and heard a dreadful ripping sound. Her cheeks began to glow red and she frantically used the table to pull herself back up.
Rose was on her feet in an instant, moving rapidly despite her own size. She snatched up the sunglasses and got behind Marla, helping to steady her and covering her from the eyes of the other patrons, many of whom were looking in their direction. "Are you okay?"
Marla winced, then nodded halfheartedly. "Oh God," she whispered, "I'm embarrassed."
Rose glanced down at Marla's bottom. "It's okay, it's just your pants, and they're covered by the dress." she said back. "Nothing to worry about, just a freak accident."
"The freak being me." Marla thought, sadly.
"Why don't you go back and start the air conditioning in the car? I'll settle our bill and then we can hit the road!"
Marla nodded. "Thank you, so much." She waddled to the parking lot, carefully holding her dress down over her enormous butt and avoiding bending too much. She heard Rose remotely unlock the Mercedes-Benz and bent herself into it, wincing at the pain lingering in her back. Rose had thoughtfully adjusted the seat all the way back and put up the armrests before they had left the house, so Marla was able to get somewhat comfortable.
She couldn't see the seat of her pants, but with some difficulty, she was able to reach back and feel around. Marla was able to tug at the fabric in a way that suggested a long tear, right along her crack. She began to feel tears welling up out of frustration.
Fortunately, Rose entered the car only a moment later. "Marla, I just want to say, you have nothing to be ashamed of. It could happen to anyone, and no one saw anything."
Marla felt a little better. "Are you sure? The whole patio didn't get a view of my butt?"
Rose smiled and shook her head. "Your dress covered it, I think the only one who caught a glimpse of your undies was me."
"Why did I think dressing like this was a good idea?"
Rose glared at her. "Don't say things like that. It's not your fault. If anyone should be upset, it's me! I took you to that store, and they went and sold you a pair of leggings with loose thread. I'm calling the store and getting a refund!"
Marla couldn't help but laugh at that, though part of her believed Rose would actually do it. The car ride home was quiet, though Marla thanked Rose several times for springing into action to help her.
When they got home, Marla bent to exit the car and felt another spasm of pain. "God, that smarts!"
Rose came around the car to help her. "I hate it when that happens -- life insists on reminding you that you're over forty. Luckily, you're living in the house of a gal who took a brief massage course! I've got some soothing lotion I can put on you."
"You'd do that?"
"What are housemates for?" They shuffled into the house, and Marla stopped by the bathroom to look at her pants in the mirror. Sure enough, there was a rip in the center that ran half the height of her butt, exposing her opaque lavender panties. The dress, at least, was fully intact.
"Come here, Marla, lie down on the floor."
"Let me just get changed!"
"Why? I've already seen it, and it's not like any of your business is exposed. I'm not here to judge you."
Marla figured there was some sense in that, so she waddled out of the bathroom and to the living room, where Rose had laid down a folded blanket and some pillows for extra padding. She walked over to it and began to lower herself down, trying to avoid aggravating her back. Rose was selecting some lotion from a cabinet.
"Marla, you should take off your dress."
"Huh?"
"I can't rub this lotion into the fabric, can I?"
Marla shrugged and turned away from the blonde woman, glancing warily at the windows that displayed the privacy fence. She pulled the dress up over her belly, then raised it over her shoulders and pulled it off, placing it neatly on the couch. Before her, her monstrous breasts spilled out onto her belly inside a drab white bra, reminding her that they had grown too large for DD cups long ago. She sank her body onto the blanket, hoping that Rose meant what she said about not judging her.
Rose gazed down at the larger woman. On the ground and only in her pants, Marla looked as if she had melted. Beneath her black pants, her thighs were as big around as a skinny woman's waist, tapering down to thinner ankles. Her ass was her widest feature -- the two pillows of fat on either side of the tear in her pants were large enough to balance a cocktail tray and wide enough to measure in feet, not inches.
Without a dress covering her body, the cascading rolls of fat on Marla's back and sides were on full display. Her largest feature - her gargantuan belly - billowed to the sides of her body. With all the padding on her front, Marla had difficulty putting her head to the floor comfortably, so she rested it on the two thick pillows that Rose had provided. Her curly, well-kept brown locks cascaded around her, shifting with each slow, heavy breath.
Rose smiled and knelt down next to her sister-in-law. "Tell me if any of this hurts too much, Marla. But I think you're going to like what I can do." She squeezed some lotion onto the huge woman's back and began to knead her flesh with surprisingly strong hands. Her fingertips expertly targeted Marla's pressure points, the red-painted nails clipped short and never scratching her.
Marla was transported, her earlier embarrassment practically forgotten, as Rose worked along her spine and shoulders. Rose wasn't afraid to be aggressive with her hands, creating tension and then releasing it, but the effect was glorious. Marla felt like she was turning into putty in the blonde woman's hands. It was all she could do to keep from moaning loudly; she tried to keep it quiet, not wanting to displease Rose.
Rose spent a full fifteen minutes on Marla's back, covering the innumerable inches and even pulling her pants down slightly to cover her waist. Finally, she stood up and wiped off her hands on a towel. "Does that feel better?"
Marla nodded heavily into her pillows, then slowly rolled over, her breasts and her multiple belly rolls quaking. "God, Rose, that was the best back rub I've ever gotten!"
"Really? That's a shame," said Rose, offering a hand to help her up. "I don't have any formal training. We need to get you a spa day with a professional so you can learn what the genuine article feels like!"
Marla smiled, covering up her breasts and stomach rolls, which made her belly button virtually invisible. The lowest part of her belly covered the crotch of her pants from view. "I'd just as soon save the money -- can I just beg you on my hands and knees for another one sometime?"
Rose flashed a wicked, subtle smile. "You'll want to let that lotion sit for a little while, then I'd recommend washing it off in a nice hot bath. Here, from my personal stash." She handed Rose a package of bath salts and a small box of chocolates.
"You are too good to me!" said Marla. She took the chocolates and bubble bath in one hand, using the other to keep the blanket wrapped most of the way around her body, then walked to her bedroom suite and shut the door behind her.
It had been years since Marla had enjoyed a proper bath. She had formerly enjoyed them immensely, but once she became unable to fit her entire butt into the tub at her old house, she'd thought they were a thing of the past. But the bathtub in her suite was built for at least two average-sized people to fit without even touching. It even had steps and handles to help the occupant get in!
Marla turned on the hot water and flung some of the bath salts into the tub. She then reached around and unhooked her bra with her chubby fingers, causing her breasts to rapidly spill out. Letting the girls free always made her feel far more comfortable, and this bra had been feeling rather tight -- she was probably due to restock.
She leaned against the wall and pulled down her torn leggings and the sweaty panties underneath, pleasantly surprised to find that her back pain was barely noticeable. Marla examined the leggings and shrugged: Rose might be right, the pants could have had a loose thread before. She tossed them in the garbage and waddled to the rapidly filling tub.
Once it was filled sufficiently, Marla stepped up to the rim and lowered her body in, one jiggling leg at a time. Steam lifted off of the water and up into the whirring vent fan, and the heat began to make her sweat. She eased herself in the water, gasping at the heat's burning sensation, which soon gave way to pleasure. Marla was a woman with a lot of skin, and nearly all of it was being stimulated by the lavender-scented bathwater. She was still a little buzzed from the margaritas, and the combination of sensations was incredible. She leaned back onto the edge of the tub as the water submerged her up to her breasts, and turned off the water.r"
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