emily9f

# Into the Deep End

The Uber dropped them off at a section of beach that looked like any other to Emily—golden sand stretching into the distance, dotted with palm trees and the occasional volleyball net. But as they approached, the deep thump of bass became audible, and figures came into view—hundreds of bodies moving to the rhythm under the afternoon sun.

"Told you it would be epic," Carmen said, leading the way with the confidence of someone who belonged.

Emily tugged self-consciously at the flowing cover-up she wore over her bikini. Despite her online persona—the confident, shameless mukbang queen—she still felt a flutter of anxiety about revealing her body in such a public setting.

"Are you sure about this?" she whispered to Lucia, who looked equally apprehensive in her sundress.

Lucia nodded, though her eyes betrayed similar nerves. "Carmen says it's a size-positive crowd. Nobody's going to stare."

As they reached the edge of the party, Emily realized Lucia was right. The crowd was remarkably diverse—slim models in designer swimwear mingled with men and women of all sizes. What struck Emily most was how many large women were present, their voluptuous bodies adorned in bright, skimpy bikinis rather than the modest one-pieces she'd grown up seeing on plus-sized swimmers.

Carmen stopped abruptly, dropping her beach bag to the sand. "No point waiting," she announced, peeling off her cover-up to reveal a hot pink bikini that showcased her curves. "Your turn, ladies."

Emily hesitated only briefly before following suit. She'd chosen her most supportive black bikini—the top resembling a bra more than traditional swimwear, the bottoms high-waisted but revealing ample thigh. As she let her dress fall to the sand, she braced herself for stares or whispers.

Instead, a guy walking past simply smiled appreciatively before continuing on his way.

"See?" Carmen grinned, stuffing their cover-ups into her bag. "Nobody cares."

Lucia, now revealed in a blue floral bikini, looked around nervously. "What now?"

Carmen pointed toward a makeshift bar set up under a palm tree. "First stop—drinks. Then we explore."

As they moved through the crowd, the smell of grilling meat caught Emily's attention. She turned to see a barbecue stall surrounded by a crowd—predominantly larger women, many even bigger than herself, hovering around the source of food like moths to a flame. The scene was almost comical, a gathering of bathing-suit-clad Rubenesque figures in a cloud of savory smoke.

"Oh my god," Emily murmured, her mouth already watering. "I need to check that out."

Carmen laughed. "Of course you do. Lucia and I will get drinks. Find us when you're done?"

Emily nodded distractedly, already drifting toward the barbecue like a woman possessed. The line moved quickly, and soon she was facing a sweaty man slinging massive portions of ribs, brisket, and pulled pork onto paper plates.

"What can I get you, beautiful?" he asked, tongs poised.

Emily ordered one of everything—a full rack of ribs, a half-pound of brisket, and a heaping portion of pulled pork with all the sides. The man raised an eyebrow but didn't comment as he loaded three separate plates, which Emily carried carefully to an empty table nearby.

By the time Carmen and Lucia found her, Emily was already demolishing the ribs, sauce smeared across her cheeks and chin, her substantial body hunched over the food protectively.

"We got you a margarita," Lucia said, placing a plastic cup beside her. "Are those all for you?"

Emily wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, leaving another streak of sauce. "Yeah," she said between bites. "Want some?"

Carmen reached for a piece of brisket, but Emily's hand shot out, gently but firmly pushing her away. "Mine," she said, half-joking but with an edge of seriousness that made Carmen laugh and surrender.

"Damn, girl. Save some room for drinks."

Emily just grunted, already tearing into the pulled pork. The combination of rich food, the hot sun, and the margarita she was now sipping between bites created a pleasant, hazy feeling. The bass-heavy music seemed to vibrate through her body, matching the rhythm of her chewing.

Lucia sat quietly beside her, occasionally sipping her own drink but mostly watching Emily eat with a fascination she tried to hide. There was something mesmerizing about Emily's total abandon, her complete lack of self-consciousness as she devoured enough food for three people.

Carmen grew restless after a few minutes. "I'm going to mingle," she announced. "You two good here?"

Lucia nodded. "I'm not feeling social yet. Maybe after another drink."

"Suit yourselves." Carmen adjusted her bikini top, ensuring maximum cleavage, and sauntered off into the crowd.

Emily finished the last of her food with a satisfied sigh, leaning back in her chair. The effort of eating so quickly in the heat had left a sheen of sweat across her expansive flesh, droplets gathering in the deep crease between her breasts and in the folds of her stomach. She made no move to get up, content to digest in the sun.

"That was amazing," she declared, taking a long sip of her now-watery margarita. "I needed that."

Lucia smiled shyly. "You really enjoy food, don't you?"

"More than anything," Emily confirmed, patting her distended belly. "Well, almost anything."

Before Lucia could ask what she meant, Carmen reappeared with three guys in tow—all tan, fit, and sporting expensive-looking swim trunks.

"Ladies," Carmen announced, "meet Derek, Tyler, and Josh. They're visiting from California."

The men pulled up chairs, joining their little circle. Derek, a tall blonde with a surfer's build, sat closest to Emily. Tyler, darker-haired and quietly confident, claimed the seat beside Carmen. Josh, with a mop of curly brown hair and an easy smile, completed the circle beside Lucia.

"So what brings you ladies to this fine establishment?" Derek asked, his eyes lingering appreciatively on Emily's cleavage.

"Just looking for a good time," Carmen answered for the group. "We're staying nearby."

Conversation flowed easily, aided by fresh drinks the guys procured. Emily learned that Derek was a self-proclaimed "cannabis connoisseur," growing his own strains in Northern California.

"I've got some good stuff back at our rental," he mentioned casually, "but sadly nothing with me today."

Emily smirked, sitting up slightly. "Lucky for you," she said, reaching into her ample cleavage and extracting a perfectly rolled joint from between her breasts, "I come prepared."

The guys' eyes widened simultaneously. Derek looked like he'd just witnessed a magic trick.

"Did you just pull that out of your—" Tyler began.

"Titty joint," Emily confirmed with a laugh. "I've got more where that came from." She reached back into her cleavage, retrieving five more perfectly rolled joints, now slightly damp with sweat.

Rather than being disgusted, Derek looked utterly enchanted. "That's the hottest thing I've ever seen," he declared, reaching for the joint she offered.

They moved to a more secluded spot behind a large piece of driftwood, forming a loose circle as Derek lit the joint with reverent care, despite its slightly moist condition. He took a deep hit before passing it to Emily, who inhaled with practiced ease, holding the smoke in her lungs before releasing it in a steady stream.

As the joint made its rounds, Emily felt the familiar relaxation spreading through her limbs, softening the edges of her consciousness. The sun began its gradual descent toward the horizon, casting everything in a golden glow that made the moment feel surreal and perfect.

Time stretched and contracted as they smoked three more of Emily's joints, talking about everything and nothing. Derek told stories about the cannabis industry; Tyler revealed he was actually a tech entrepreneur who'd recently sold his startup; Josh admitted he was a trust fund kid just trying to figure out his purpose.

Emily found herself leaning against Derek, his arm casually draped around her substantial shoulders. His hand occasionally stroked the soft flesh of her upper arm, sending pleasant shivers across her skin.

As the sun set, the vibe of the party shifted. Tiki torches were lit, casting flickering shadows across the sand. The music grew louder, more insistent. People began dancing more provocatively, inhibitions lowered by sun, alcohol, and various substances.

Carmen produced a small bag of white powder from her purse, eyes glittering with mischief. "Who's ready to pick things up a notch?"

Emily had never tried cocaine before, but in her current state—pleasantly buzzed from marijuana and alcohol, surrounded by new friends who seemed to accept her completely—the idea didn't seem scary at all.

Carmen showed her how to create a neat line on the back of her phone, demonstrating the technique before handing Emily a rolled-up bill. Emily bent forward, placing one end of the bill against her nostril and the other at the end of the white line. With a quick, decisive inhale, she vacuumed the powder into her nasal passage.

The effect was almost instantaneous—a burning sensation followed by complete numbness, then a rush of energy and euphoria that made her previous high seem like drowsiness in comparison. Her heart raced, and suddenly she felt like the most interesting, charismatic person on the beach.

"Oh my god," she gasped, her eyes wide. "That's—wow."

For the next hour, Emily could not stop talking. Words poured from her in an unstoppable torrent as she worked her way through the party, introducing herself to anyone who would listen. She collected phone numbers from three other plus-sized content creators, passionately describing her own channel and promising collaborations.

When she finally circled back to their spot, she found the others in similar states of excited animation—all except Derek, who seemed content to remain mellow with his weed high.

As midnight approached, Emily began to feel the cocaine's effects waning, a creeping exhaustion threatening to overtake her newfound energy. Without hesitation, she asked Carmen for another line, desperate to maintain the feeling of invincibility.

They had just finished the last of their supply when flashing blue and red lights appeared at the edge of the beach. Police officers moved through the crowd, shutting down speakers and announcing that the party was over due to noise complaints.

"Time to move this elsewhere," Josh announced, helping a wobbly Lucia to her feet. "Curves should be getting good right about now."

They hastily pulled their cover-ups back on and made their way off the beach, avoiding the officers who seemed more interested in confiscating alcohol and sound equipment than harassing departing partygoers.

The Uber ride to Curves was a tight squeeze—six adults pressed together in the back of an SUV, Emily's substantial body taking up more than her fair share of space. She ended up half on Derek's lap, his hands stabilizing her by gripping her soft waist, fingers digging pleasurably into her flesh.

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The club was even more crowded than it had been on Emily's first visit. The bass was so intense she could feel it vibrating in her chest cavity as they pushed their way through the entrance.

"First round's on me," Tyler announced, heading for the bar while the others secured a space near the dance floor.

When he returned with a tray of shots, Carmen pulled Emily and Lucia into a conspiratorial huddle.

"Ready for the main event?" she asked, producing another small bag—this one containing several capsules filled with white powder.

Emily's eyes widened. "Is that—"

"MDMA," Carmen confirmed. "But we'll need more than usual since we just did it a couple days ago. Tolerance builds fast."

Emily nodded as if she were an expert on the subject. When Derek mentioned he'd never tried it before, she seized the opportunity to share her very limited knowledge.

"The key is to start with the right dose," she said authoritatively, despite having only tried it once herself. "Too little and you won't feel much, too much and you might get overwhelmed. You have to make sure you stay hydrated, but not too hydrated. And the come-up can be intense, but then it's amazing."

Derek listened attentively, impressed by what he perceived as her experience. "So what's the right dose for a first-timer?"

Emily looked to Carmen, who handed Derek a capsule. "This should be perfect for you. Emily and I will take two each since we rolled recently."

Emily swallowed her capsules with a shot of tequila, the bitter taste of the alcohol masking any potential taste from the drugs. Derek followed suit, looking both nervous and excited.

"How long does it take?" he asked.

"You'll know when it hits," Emily promised, already feeling anticipation building.

They moved to the dance floor, bodies pressing close in the crowded space. Emily felt self-conscious for only a moment before remembering how free she'd felt dancing here before. She closed her eyes and let the music guide her movements, her substantial body swaying to the beat.

About thirty minutes later, Emily felt the first warning signs—a flutter in her stomach, a tingling at the base of her skull. She looked at Derek, who appeared normal, then at Carmen, who caught her eye and nodded knowingly.

Then it hit—harder than before, a tsunami of sensation washing over her. The music transformed from sound into a physical presence, each beat sending waves of pleasure through her body. The lights became more vivid, colors more saturated, movements more fluid.

"Oh my god," she gasped, grabbing Derek's arm for stability.

He looked at her with concern that quickly morphed into wonder as his own dose began taking effect. His pupils dilated visibly, his jaw clenching slightly as the drug took hold.

"Is this—" he started to ask, but couldn't finish the thought as the sensation overwhelmed him.

Emily nodded, understanding perfectly despite his incomplete question. "Just breathe. It's going to be amazing."

And it was. For the next hour, their group moved as one organism on the dance floor, touching, connecting, expressing wordless joy through movement. Emily found herself sandwiched between Derek and Josh, their hands roaming over her body as they danced. In her altered state, their touch felt divine—every point of contact sending sparkles of pleasure across her skin.

Lucia moved closer, her eyes wide and glassy, clearly feeling the same euphoria. When she tentatively placed her hands on Emily's waist, Emily responded by pulling her closer, the four of them now moving together in a sensual dance that would have embarrassed her sober self.

Carmen returned from getting water, taking in the scene with a knowing smile. "Looking good, ladies," she shouted over the music, handing out bottles. "Stay hydrated!"

Emily gulped the water gratefully, suddenly aware of how dry her mouth had become. The cool liquid felt incredible going down her throat, and she moaned appreciatively, causing Derek to look at her with increased intensity.

"You're so beautiful," he told her, his words slightly slurred from his gurning jaw. "I love the way you move."

In her heightened emotional state, this simple compliment brought tears to Emily's eyes. "Really?" she asked, suddenly vulnerable despite the chemical confidence coursing through her veins.

"Really," he confirmed, hands moving to cup her face. "You're perfect."

Their lips met in a kiss that felt cosmically significant, every nerve ending in Emily's lips firing simultaneously. She lost herself in the sensation, vaguely aware that Josh was now pressed against her back, his hands on her hips, his lips occasionally brushing her neck.

When they finally broke apart, Emily noticed Lucia watching them with a complex expression that even in her altered state she could recognize as longing. Without hesitation, Emily reached for her, pulling her into their circle.

"I love you guys," Emily declared, the MDMA destroying any filter between her thoughts and words. "All of you. This is the best night of my life."

They returned the sentiment with equal fervor, the drug creating a temporary but intense bond between these virtual strangers. Tyler rejoined them with fresh drinks, and Carmen produced yet another bag—this time with more cocaine.

"Ready to mix it up?" she asked, eyes wild with chemical energy.

Emily nodded eagerly, beyond any point of reasonable decision-making. Carmen led them to the bathroom, where she arranged lines on the counter. When Emily's turn came, she bent and inhaled sharply, the cocaine hitting her system just as the MDMA was peaking.

The combination was overwhelming. For several seconds, Emily felt completely disconnected from reality—the bathroom spinning around her, her vision tunneling, her heart racing dangerously fast. She gripped the counter for support, her massive body suddenly feeling weightless and impossibly heavy at the same time.

"Whoa," she gasped when she could speak again. "That's... intense."

Carmen laughed, already back to normal after her own line. "Good stuff, right?"

When they returned to the dance floor, Emily found herself unable to dance. The combination of drugs had overloaded her system, leaving her capable only of sitting on a nearby couch, jaw working overtime, eyes rolling slightly as she tried to process the sensory input.

Lucia, who had taken the same combination, collapsed beside her in a similar state. Their eyes met, and something passed between them—a recognition of shared experience, of vulnerability, of desire.

"You're so pretty," Emily slurred, reaching out to touch Lucia's face.

Lucia caught her hand, kissing the palm softly. "I've thought you were amazing since the first day I saw you," she confessed, the drugs eliminating any hesitation.

What began as gentle caresses quickly escalated. Emily's hands found their way under the fabric of Lucia's bikini top, cupping her breast with clumsy enthusiasm. Lucia responded by sliding closer, her own hands exploring the soft expanse of Emily's flesh, fingers dipping beneath the waistband of her bikini bottoms.

Their lips met in a kiss that was more hunger than finesse, teeth occasionally clashing as their drug-affected coordination failed them. Emily was vaguely aware of being watched—by Carmen, by the guys, by strangers passing by—but in her altered state, it only added to the thrill.

Lucia's fingers grew bolder, slipping between Emily's thighs with surprising confidence for someone so seemingly shy. Emily gasped into her mouth, her substantial body shuddering with pleasure.

"Get a room, ladies," Carmen laughed, returning from another dance session. But there was no judgment in her voice, only amusement and perhaps a touch of pride at having orchestrated this wild night.

The hours blurred together in a haze of dancing, drinking, more drugs, and increasingly intimate touching between all members of their group. By the time the club lights came on at 6 AM, signaling closing time, Emily had kissed every person in their group multiple times and had allowed hands to explore most of her body.

Outside in the harsh morning light, reality threatened to intrude on their chemical bubble. Emily squinted against the sun, her jaw aching from hours of gurning, her body simultaneously exhausted and wired.

"I can't go back yet," she announced, though the thought of Max discovering her absence was a distant concern through the drug haze.

"My place is just a few blocks away," Josh offered. "We've still got plenty left to keep the party going."

Emily looked at Carmen and Lucia, who nodded eagerly, equally unwilling to end the night. The guys exchanged glances that communicated their approval.

"Lead the way," Emily said, linking arms with Derek and Lucia as they began the short walk to Josh's apartment.

Behind them, the sun continued its climb into the sky, marking the beginning of a new day for most of Miami's residents. But for Emily and her new friends, the night was far from over—a realization that would have concerned her sober self but now only filled her with excited anticipation.