emily 9b

# Sundown to Sunrise: Emily's Bender

The Uber dropped the girls off at a stretch of beach already packed with revelers despite the early afternoon hour. A thumping bass line carried across the sand, emanating from massive speakers set up near a makeshift bar area. Emily squinted against the sun, surveying the crowd with interest. Just as Carmen had promised, the beach was filled with plus-sized women in various states of undress, accompanied by muscular men who seemed to appreciate every curve.

"Come on," Carmen urged, already shimmying out of her sundress to reveal a strappy red bikini that showcased her ample cleavage. "Let's get changed."

Emily hesitated, suddenly self-conscious. She had brought the bikini Max had purchased for her—a black number with gold accents that cost more than most people's entire wardrobe—but the thought of revealing so much of her 400-pound body in public made her stomach clench.

"I don't know," she murmured, watching as Lucia stripped down to a blue bikini with practiced ease.

Carmen rolled her eyes. "Emily, look around. You're at a beach party full of big beautiful women who are confident as hell. Trust me, you'll stand out more keeping that dress on."

With a deep breath, Emily pulled her maxi dress over her head. Her black and gold bikini immediately drew appreciative glances from nearby men. Her pale flesh spilled around the fabric constraints, her massive belly hanging low, her thighs rubbing together as she adjusted her stance. Strangely, seeing the other large women displaying their bodies so proudly made Emily feel less self-conscious than she'd anticipated.

"See?" Carmen grinned, adjusting Emily's bikini top to better showcase her enormous breasts. "Gorgeous."

They made their way deeper into the party, Emily's eyes immediately drawn to a large barbecue stall where a line had formed. Like moths to a flame, the largest women at the party seemed to congregate around it, plates piled high with ribs, burgers, and grilled corn.

"I'm starving," Emily announced, her mouth already watering at the smell of sizzling meat.

Carmen laughed. "Of course you are. We'll get drinks, you grab food. Meet back at that empty table over there?"

Emily nodded, already making her way toward the barbecue. The line moved quickly, each customer served generous portions by smiling staff who seemed used to accommodating substantial appetites. When it was Emily's turn, she ordered with abandon—a full rack of ribs, two loaded cheeseburgers, mac and cheese, cornbread, and coleslaw.

By the time Carmen and Lucia returned with frozen margaritas, Emily had commandeered a table and arranged three overflowing plates in front of her. Lucia reached for what she assumed was her portion, only to have her hand swatted away.

"Get your own," Emily said, already biting into a dripping burger. "These are all mine."

Carmen raised an eyebrow but said nothing, placing Emily's drink beside her before taking a sip of her own. "I'm going to mingle a bit, see who's here. Coming, Lucia?"

Lucia shook her head, still watching with fascination as Emily tore into her feast. "I'll stay here for now."

As Carmen disappeared into the crowd, Emily continued eating with single-minded focus. Grease dripped down her chin, sauce smeared around her mouth, but she made no move to wipe it away, too focused on the pleasure of consumption. Lucia watched, transfixed, occasionally taking small sips of her drink.

"Don't you want any food?" Emily asked between bites, noticing Lucia's gaze.

Lucia blushed slightly. "I'm not very hungry right now."

The truth, which Emily failed to recognize, was that Lucia found Emily's uninhibited eating compelling in a way she couldn't quite articulate. There was something mesmerizing about watching someone so fully embrace their appetite, so utterly without shame.

Emily shrugged, returning to her ribs. By the time Carmen reappeared, trailed by three attractive young men, Emily had demolished most of her meal and was scraping the last bits of mac and cheese from the plate.

"Ladies, meet Jake, Trey, and Marcus," Carmen announced, gesturing to the men behind her. "Guys, these are my friends Emily and Lucia."

Jake, tall with sun-bleached hair and the lean build of a surfer, smiled at Emily. "Enjoying the food?"

Emily wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, suddenly aware of how she must look. "Best barbecue I've ever had."

"Jake runs that little smoke shop down by Ocean Drive," Carmen explained. "And he brought party favors."

Jake's eyes crinkled at the corners. "Nothing serious, just some quality bud for later."

Emily's face lit up. "Why wait for later?" Without hesitation, she reached into her ample cleavage and extracted a carefully wrapped joint, one of several stashed there. "I came prepared too."

The men's eyes widened, clearly impressed both by her forethought and her method of storage. Jake laughed, reaching for the slightly damp joint with eagerness. "A woman after my own heart."

They moved to a less crowded section of beach, forming a loose circle on towels. Jake produced a lighter, carefully drying the joint before lighting it and taking a deep pull. He passed it to Emily, their fingers brushing in a way that sent a small thrill up her arm.

The afternoon mellowed into a haze of smoke and easy conversation. Trey worked as a personal trainer specializing in clients with larger bodies ("It's all about mobility, not weight loss," he explained). Marcus was visiting from New York, a friend of Jake's from college who worked in finance.

As the sun began its descent toward the horizon, the party's atmosphere shifted subtly. The music grew louder, the crowd more animated as day-drinkers reached their peak and newcomers arrived for the evening festivities.

Emily found herself increasingly drawn to Jake, who shared her enthusiasm for cannabis and didn't seem put off by her size. They watched the sunset together, passing yet another joint between them as the sky exploded in pinks and oranges.

"Beautiful," Jake murmured, but he was looking at Emily rather than the horizon.

The darkness brought a new energy to the party. String lights illuminated the beach, and the DJ transitioned from laid-back beats to more energetic dance music. Servers circulated with trays of shots, which the group accepted eagerly.

After her third tequila shot, Carmen reached into her bag with conspiratorial glee. "Who's ready to take things up a notch?" she asked, extracting a small bag of white powder.

Emily's heart raced with both excitement and apprehension. She'd never tried cocaine before, but after her experience with MDMA, she was curious about what other sensations awaited her.

Carmen arranged six neat lines on a compact mirror, handing Emily a rolled-up bill. "Ladies first."

Emily bent forward, placing the bill against her nostril and inhaling sharply as Carmen had demonstrated. The powder burned its way up her nasal passage, leaving a bitter, chemical taste at the back of her throat. For a moment, nothing happened, and she wondered if she'd done it wrong.

Then it hit her—a rush of energy and euphoria that made her previous high seem like a gentle wave by comparison. This was a tsunami of sensation, an electric current running through her veins. Her heart hammered against her ribs, and her thoughts accelerated to a dizzying pace.

"Oh my god," she gasped, her eyes wide.

Carmen grinned knowingly. "Good, right?"

Emily couldn't stay seated. She bounced to her feet with unusual agility for someone her size, suddenly filled with the urge to move, to talk, to connect with every person at this party.

"I need to dance," she announced, pulling Jake up by the hand. "Come with me."

For the next hour, Emily was a whirlwind of activity. She introduced herself to strangers, sharing life stories and forming instant connections that felt profound in the moment. She danced despite her size, her body moving with newfound confidence as sweat poured down her face and back.

At one point, she found herself in conversation with three older women who, as it turned out, created content similar to hers.

"I make about three grand a month just from eating on camera," one of them confided, her voice carrying the slightly too-loud cadence of someone equally high. "But the real money is in personalized content."

Emily nodded rapidly, filing this information away even as her attention span threatened to scatter to the winds. "I should expand my offerings," she said, the words tumbling out faster than she could process them. "Maybe cooking videos? Or restaurant reviews? Or weight gain challenges? I could do weekly weigh-ins, track my progress..."

She might have continued indefinitely if not for the familiar crash that arrived with brutal swiftness. One moment she was flying, the next she felt hollow, irritable, her heart still racing but the euphoria replaced by a grinding anxiety.

"Carmen," she called, scanning the crowd for her friend. "Carmen!"

Carmen materialized from the dancing mass, her pupils dilated but her expression knowing. "Crashing?"

Emily nodded miserably.

Without hesitation, Carmen led her back to their group, where the mirror reappeared for another round. The second hit restored Emily's high, but something had changed—there was an edge to it now, a desperation that hadn't been there before.

By the time midnight approached, they had gone through Carmen's entire supply. Emily found herself constantly checking over her shoulder, convinced someone was watching them despite the general atmosphere of chemical indulgence that permeated the party.

"Shit," Marcus announced, checking his phone. "Cops are shutting it down. Noise complaint."

Sure enough, blue lights flashed at the far end of the beach as officers dispersed the crowd. There was no panic—this was clearly a routine occurrence—but people began gathering their belongings nonetheless.

"What now?" Emily asked, the thought of returning to Max's penthouse filling her with dread. Not only was she nowhere near ready for the night to end, but her current state would be impossible to hide.

Trey grinned, holding up a small bag of white powder. "I've got us covered for now. And Curves is open until six."

Relief flooded through Emily as they quickly pulled their dresses back on over their swimwear. The six of them hurried away from the dissolving party, piling into an Uber XL that Marcus summoned.

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Curves welcomed them like returning heroes, the bouncer recognizing Emily and the maids from their previous visit. Inside, the club pulsed with energy, the dance floor packed despite the late hour.

"I need something stronger," Carmen shouted over the music once they'd secured a table. From her seemingly bottomless purse, she produced another small bag, this one containing several pills. "Time for the main event."

Emily's heart leapt at the sight of the MDMA. "Will it work as well as last time? We just took it two days ago."

Carmen nodded sagely. "It'll work, but our tolerance will be higher. We should probably take a bit more to get the same effect."

With the confidence of someone who now considered herself experienced, Emily turned to Jake. "Have you tried molly before?"

Jake shook his head.

"You're going to love it," Emily assured him, suddenly feeling like an authority on the subject. "It's important to start with the right dose. Not too much for your first time, but enough to really feel it. You'll know it's working when you get this warm sensation starting in your stomach and spreading outward." She continued explaining the effects in detail, enjoying the role reversal from just days ago when she had been the novice.

Carmen crushed two pills into Jake's drink, then three into Emily's. "Bottoms up."

Emily drank deeply, grimacing at the bitter taste but excited for the now-familiar rush. Jake followed suit, trusting her guidance completely.

They danced while waiting for the drugs to take effect, Emily moving with surprising grace despite her size, her body's limitations seemingly forgotten in the chemical haze. When the first wave hit her, it was even more intense than she remembered—perhaps due to the increased dosage, or perhaps because her body was still processing the cocaine and alcohol already in her system.

The sensation started as a warm pulse in her core, then exploded outward until every inch of her skin tingled with electric pleasure. Her vision blurred at the edges, the club's lights fracturing into starbursts of color. Her jaw clenched rhythmically, teeth grinding without conscious control.

She turned to Jake, watching with fascination as his expression transformed from confusion to wonder as his own high began. "Oh," he breathed, eyes widening. "Oh wow."

"I told you," Emily said, her words slurring slightly as her facial muscles contorted into an involuntary grin. "Isn't it amazing?"

They gravitated back to their table where the others were experiencing similar transformations. Lucia's usually reserved demeanor had vanished, replaced by uninhibited joy as she danced in her seat. Trey and Marcus had their arms around each other, engaged in what appeared to be a deeply meaningful conversation despite the deafening music.

Emily felt a surge of affection for these near-strangers, an overwhelming sense of connection that transcended their brief acquaintance. She reached for Jake's hand, marveling at how the simple touch sent waves of pleasure up her arm.

"Your skin feels incredible," she told him earnestly. "Everything feels incredible."

Jake nodded enthusiastically, his pupils so dilated his eyes appeared almost black. "I never knew... I never knew it could feel like this."

Their group formed a tight circle of shared euphoria, boundaries dissolving as rapidly as inhibitions. Emily found herself stroking Lucia's hair, fascinated by its silky texture. Lucia leaned into the touch like a contented cat, her eyes half-closed in pleasure.

"Your hair is so beautiful," Emily gushed. "You're so beautiful. All of you are so beautiful."

Marcus and Trey had progressed from talking to kissing, their earlier platonic friendship transformed by chemical affinity. Carmen was engaged in an intense make-out session with Jake, but rather than feeling jealous, Emily found herself mesmerized by the sight, eventually joining them in a three-way embrace that felt both natural and inevitable in her altered state.

Time lost all meaning as they cycled between dancing and returning to their table for more intimate connections. At some point, Emily found herself wedged between Jake and Lucia, both lavishing attention on her with equal enthusiasm. Jake's lips on her neck, Lucia's hands exploring her abundant curves—it all blended into a kaleidoscope of sensation too intense to process fully.

"I love you guys," Emily declared, tears of joy streaming down her face. "I love you so much. This is the best night of my life."

"It gets better," Carmen promised, appearing with another bag of white powder. "Mix and match time."

Emily's rolled-out mind registered a distant warning bell, quickly silenced by the overwhelming desire to maintain this state of bliss. She watched, transfixed, as Carmen arranged lines of cocaine on the small table.

"When you do coke while rolling," Carmen explained, her own speech rapid and slightly disjointed, "it's like... it's like your whole body explodes with energy."

Emily bent forward eagerly, inhaling a line with practiced ease despite having learned the technique just hours earlier. For a moment, she felt nothing but the familiar burn.

Then reality fractured.

The stimulants collided in her system, sending her heart rate skyrocketing and her brain into overdrive. The club seemed to tilt on its axis, sounds warping into an incomprehensible roar. Her jaw locked in a rigid grimace, muscles spasming beyond her control. For several terrifying seconds, Emily lost all connection to her surroundings, floating in a void of pure, overwhelming stimulation.

When awareness returned, she found herself clutching Jake's arm with desperate intensity.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his own face contorted in the telltale expression of someone deep in a roll.

"I love you," Emily responded, the words pouring out unbidden. "I love you so much. I've never met anyone like you. You understand me. You see me."

Jake nodded solemnly, clearly experiencing a similar emotional avalanche. "I feel like I've known you forever."

They remained huddled together for what might have been minutes or hours, exchanging declarations of affection and profound observations that would likely seem nonsensical in the light of sobriety. Emily's face ached from the constant grimacing, her jaw moving in uncontrollable patterns, but these physical discomforts seemed distant and unimportant compared to the intense emotional connection she felt.

Throughout the night, Carmen continued to supply their group with pills and powder, each round building on the last until Emily existed in a state of perpetual, frantic overstimulation. She danced until sweat drenched her dress, talked until her voice grew hoarse, touched and was touched with an abandon that would have been unthinkable in her normal state.

The club's closing announcement at 6 AM came as a shock. Emily blinked in confusion at the harsh overhead lights that suddenly replaced the atmospheric dimness.

"Already?" she protested, still grinding her teeth compulsively. Despite hours of continuous stimulation, she felt nowhere near ready for the experience to end.

Trey checked his watch with exaggerated care, his movements still uncoordinated. "My place is just a few blocks away," he offered. "We've still got plenty left." He patted his pocket meaningfully.

The suggestion was met with unanimous enthusiasm. None of them were ready to descend from their chemical plateau, least of all Emily, who dreaded facing Max and Denise in her current state.

They stumbled out into the harsh morning light, a disheveled sextet linked by interlaced arms and shared intoxication. Miami was waking up around them—joggers on their morning routes, early shift workers heading to jobs, street cleaners erasing the evidence of the previous night's revelry.

Emily squinted against the sunlight, her pupils still massively dilated despite the brightness. Her heart raced uncomfortably in her chest, and a distant headache threatened at the edges of her consciousness, but these warning signs were easy to ignore with the promise of more chemical relief ahead.

As they walked toward Trey's apartment, Emily leaned heavily on Jake, her substantial body requiring more support than usual as the long night of excess began to take its toll. Yet despite her physical exhaustion, her mind continued to race, thoughts pinballing between euphoria and nascent anxiety.

"This has been the best night ever," she declared, her voice raspy from hours of shouting over music. "I never want it to end."

Jake squeezed her waist in agreement, his own expression a mixture of bliss and growing fatigue. "It doesn't have to end yet," he assured her, though something in his tone suggested he was trying to convince himself as well.

Behind them, Carmen and Lucia giggled about something indecipherable, while Marcus and Trey led the way, occasionally stopping to kiss against storefronts or palm trees. They formed a parade of debauchery through the clean morning streets, oblivious to the stares of sober passersby.

Emily's phone buzzed in her purse—the seventh call from Denise since midnight, all ignored. The rational part of her brain, now reduced to a whisper beneath the chemical cacophony, knew there would be consequences for this extended disappearance. Max would be furious. Denise would be disappointed. There might even be real repercussions.

But that was a problem for future Emily. Present Emily had more drugs to take, more sensations to experience, more boundaries to dissolve before the inevitable crash.

As they approached Trey's building, Emily felt a momentary vertigo, a brief glimpse through the veil of euphoria at what she was actually doing—following strangers to an unknown location, her body saturated with substances she barely understood, her judgment compromised beyond recognition.

The moment passed quickly, swept away by another wave of synthetic pleasure as Trey produced a key with flourish.

"Welcome to the after-after-party," he announced, holding the door open with exaggerated courtesy.

Emily stepped inside without hesitation, the promise of prolonging this feeling overriding all caution. The sun continued to rise outside, marking the beginning of a new day for most of Miami, but for Emily and her newfound friends, the night stretched endlessly forward, limited only by the contents of their dwindling baggies and the resilience of their overstimulated bodies.