I look down at the dress on the floor for a moment, wincing at the thought of adding to the mess around the room. The pool was practically calling to me, the sun high in the sky and perfect for a dip on a warm day such as this.
At the same time, was it really going to make a good impression if I just...left it there? If I could quickly find the laundry I'm sure I could just dump it in before heading down to the pool.
With a long drawn-out sigh I simply stare at the clothing spread across the floor, throwing my head back a little before jumping in shock as I feel my overwhelming bust jostle worryingly inside the extremely tight straps of the swimwear.
"Fuck it..." I hiss, reaching up to support the massive restrained mounds on my chest. "I can clean later, I'm using my pool."
As I take my first real step in the swimsuit however I wince, my thighs grinding against each other as my wide motherly hips pop and shift. The tight fabric, already threatening to slip between my ass cheeks, pulls tighter around my flat crotch and slides across my bulbous behind.
Biting at my plump painted lips as I slow my stride, the confidence disappearing as I begin to awkwardly waddle and shuffle my way out of my bedroom for the next few months. With my free hand I'm forced to constantly pick at the fabric, snapping the material against my horridly curvy form as I try my best to put everything back into place for some small semblance of modesty.
As I shuffle along, soft whimpering escaping my lips as I nervously creep through the halls, I quickly make my way to the stairs. My gaze shifts to the rolling hills of the winery and the restaurant in the distance, a flash of regret slip through my mind at not simply going to enjoy a professionally cooked lunch, my face burning red at the thought that one of the guests might see my thick and juicy body poured into the swimsuit.
With the fear of being seen urging me onwards I quickly descend the stairs, practically tumbling down into the wide-open living room. My breath comes to me in ragged spurts, the sudden burst of speed winding my aging and definitely not fit form.
"Too much... Glass" I huff, my delightfully alluring voice making it hard to sound frustrated. "Too little... exercise..."
With the stairs behind me, I quickly waddle and stumble my way to the wide glass doors leading to the deck and the inviting pool beyond. My stride grows shorter, the lessened movements helping to keep my swimsuit in check and my assets from shaking all too much. It soon slow to a delicate mincing, my thighs unfortunately still growing red and their flab rubbing against each other.
Reaching the back door I quickly try to pull it open, my body jerking as I feel the heavy steel frame refuse to yield to my weak middle-aged arms. I'm forced to throw my body weight behind it a little, the doors sliding on rails more easily as they start to shift from their settled state.
Walking outside I slump my shoulders in relief, a small wall of wooden siding providing some small amount of privacy from the main complex to my right. Along the siding runs a small bar and grill, my eyes lighting up as I spy the collection.
Bottles upon bottles of spirits line the countertop in neat rows, a small wine fridge working to cool several bottles of high-end sparkling beneath it all. I practically begin to drool at the sight of the decades-old barrel-aged whiskeys and special small-batch gins, my tongue quickly snaking out to lap at my lips hungrily at the sight.
"What's her's..." I mutter, a grin slipping across my borrowed lips as I approach the bar. "... Is mine" I coo almost in pleasure as I statch up as many bottles as I can fit in my arms. I shiver as I feel the cold champagne bottle press against my breast, the supple fatty flesh deforming beneath it as the frigid glass presses against my thick perky nipple. With my face growing redder by the second I race to the pool, bending over to place the drinks by the pool as my mammoth ass consumes the bottom half of the swimsuit.
The pool itself is lavish, with pristine white tiles lined with small vents running around the edges. A section along the far side from the house, overlooking the mountains in the distance, separates out to form a small hot tub by the edge of the decking.
Biting my lip I dip my toes into the water, my whole body shuddering as a soft moan escapes my lips. It was perfect, the temperature being perfectly controlled to be delightfully cold in the warm sun while not being overly frigid or unbearably cold.
For a second I look for a way in, a ladder on the side or a ledge to best climb in from. However, as I notice the deep end beneath me I simply take a breath and jump in.
The world whips around me as I soon find myself beneath the water, my fat-laden body feeling sluggish beneath the surface. In that moment I feel a terrible mixture of sensation wash over me, a variety of unnoticed aches and pains in my joints and my back suddenly vanishing as the weight of my curves are taken off my frame.
After some brief reorientation I erupt from the surface of the water, my wavy dark hair straightening out and clinging to my face and neck as I inhale deeply. The swimsuit clings to my shoulders and my chest like a second skin, the side boob becoming all the more obvious beneath the black straps.
"Fuck..." I coo, wadding over to the bottles of booze. "How does she just lounge beside this thing?"
Snatching up one of the champagne bottles I rest myself up against the wall of the pool, my somewhat doughy body floating up in the delightful water as I gently paddle. With a little shake, my chest jiggling with the sharp motion of my soft arms, I pull the cork free, bathing myself in several thousands of dollars worth of wine.
"Just a day in the life of Lillian" I chuckle, holding out my tongue to catch some of the droplets before bringing the bottle to my lips for a long swig of the golden liquid. My knees go weak, my paddling turning to shivering as I taste the perfect wine, my mind growing fuzzy and pure magic rolls across my tongue.
A swig turns to a chug which quickly shifts to me downing the whole bottle in a single go. As I come up for air, a giddy smile spread across my lips I look at the bottle, cringing as I see the standard drinks printed on the side.
"Shit..." I whimper, giggling slightly at the realization of the mistake I had made. "It's too early for... I didn't mean to..." I mutter in an attempt to excuse myself.
Turning to the line of drinks my lips twist into a deeper smile, one hand reaching out for one of the older whiskey bottles while the other pats my belly.
"Sorry Lillian, and sorry Lillian's liver" I chuckle, gently pulling the glass plug from the crystal decanter. "She'll be fine, she doesn't need to know about this" I continue, taking a sip of the whiskey as it sears my mouth to high heaven.
With tens of thousands of dollars of liquor in my hand I push away from the edge of the pool, spitting a little as I find the taste of the dark liquor disagreeing with my new mouth. Floating back in the water, the bright sun beating down on my warm Mediterranean flesh, I simply try to enjoy the moment.
However, my moment with the whiskey is short-lived, the focus on my new distaste for the peaty drink being cut short by...
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