"Guess who!" Taya's world went dark as two hands masked her vision from behind, the wrists they were attached to clacking with thick layers of plastic bracelets. Taya made the mistake of not guessing aloud immediately. "I'll giveya a hint," the girl behind her teased, leaning forwards. It wasn't a very subtle hint. Taya's shoulders became engulfed in boobs flattening out against her back. She could feel each tooth in the V of a chunky zipper that was halfway undone. The machined texture was a delicious contrast to the weighty, pillowy tits, the silky skin. There was dampness and heat from being out on the dance floor. The girl's perfume filled her nostrils.
Then the watermelon scented voice came again loud enough to be heard over the DJ spinning in the background. "Still stumped?" The big girl behind her pressed closer, spooning a sweaty-sticky belly into the small of her back. Taya remembered this girl used to wear navel jewelry, but now there was no trace of it- lost to soft fat. That was new!
"Still no guesses? Now you're just stalling for time," the voice mock-pouted. "If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were enjoying this," she cooed, undulating slightly. Skin slid against skin. Taya's ass met the girl's generous lap. But Taya's balance suffered from her temporary blindness. She stagger-stepped against the girl's welcome weight. The mystery girl disengaged before they ended up in a heap on the dance floor.
Taya spun around. "Candy!"
Candy struck a glamour pose. Everything jiggled. The zipper on her sports bra hiccuped down a conciliatory inch. "In the flesh!" Her eyes closely followed Taya's focus: (Candy's face) Candy smiled wider. (Her boobs) "like 'em?" she cradled them a bit then dropped them so they bounced raucously. (Her stomach) "ooh!"- encouraged by Taya's approving glance, Candy squished her belly roll into a vertical line, released, then teased her navel open with scissoring fingers to show the other girl that she was still wearing a ring hidden there. Then it vanished again. (Her hips) Candy gripped her love-handles and exhaled sharply in fake frustration. She did a slow gyration, tracing her hands over the overripe contours of her sides, then in and down between plump thighs. She mouthed an orgasm to the now fiercely blushing Taya, then gave her a wink. Candy always was a showoff.
And she wasn't done. She popped up, did a jump and a half-turn, thrusting a hip at Taya, then she smacked her ass with a hard, open-handed slap. Everything on Candy was grander than Taya remembered, and the girl's butt was no exception. Her wide-legged raver pants would have been baggy on anyone else, but on Candy they looked like body paint. She turned fully away and repeated a hula motion that caused each massive cheek to grind against the other. This gained them a small crowd of onlookers, but this show was all for her. Candy's curly pink pigtails bobbed, hiding and revealing the plushness of her back. Taya salivated as she imagined red lines marring the white skin where Candy's bra bit deep into yielding fat.
Candy turned her head, looking sultrily over her right shoulder, making kissy lips around the stick of her sucker. Her body followed as she turned towards Taya. She took a showy, rolling step (or was that her normal gait now with hips like that?), and another. Her hungry gaze fell to and then locked on Taya's chest. "But enough about me."