Here's the follow-up to http://woot.iiichan.net/index.php?image=193
I didn't think this really fit (no pun intended) on The Melon Stand
The girl was oriented with her broad backside to him, studying the list of Eugen & Bergen's 365 Three Hundred and Sixty-Five Flavors on the wall like she was going to be quizzed on it later. He couldn't see her face, but it had to be her.
"Steph?"
She froze, fidgeted with her hands, pulling her too small skirt over her ass. It retreated immediately after release, exposing a surrender flag in the form of extra large white cotton panties.
He called again, "Stephanie!"
She turned this time. Her eyes were averted and she was blushing fiercely. "Oh, hey. Long time no see."
"Yeah, what's it been? Almost two years now. You're looking good."
Apparently that was the wrong thing to say because the tone of her voice dropped the room temperature by a few degrees. "Is that supposed to be funny?"
"No."
"Good, because it's not. Satisfied? I'm fat." That much was obvious, but for emphasis she gripped her keg sized belly with both hands and shook it at him threateningly. It pitched up and down. Her boobs that were perched atop it looked like two overweight children jumping on a water bed. The amount of mass in motion sent her teetering. She windmilled her arms to remain upright. He couldn't help but grin at this, and grinning did nothing to improve her mood. "I'm fat and you were right about my eating; about that creep Gary. Isn't that what you want me to say?"
"Jeez Steph, calm down. I just thought I'd say hi, not gloat or start a fight. Obviously you're not ready to hear compliments right now." She eyed him suspiciously. "Which is fine. Really. Fine. Why don't we talk over ice cream? My treat. Go ahead and pick your poison."
She lowered her voice and said embarrassedly: "Single scoop of sugar-free vanilla frozen soy milk," adding, "I'm on a diet."