emily 9c

# Miami Bender

The Uber dropped them off at the beach just as the party was hitting its stride. The afternoon sun blazed overhead, casting a golden glow on the hundreds of bodies already dancing and drinking on the sand. The beach had been partially sectioned off with temporary barriers, creating a festival-like atmosphere with speakers positioned strategically throughout the area.

Emily, Carmen, and Lucia walked toward the thumping music, all three wearing light sundresses over their swimwear. Emily's substantial body moved with surprising grace, energized by anticipation and the wine they'd consumed at the penthouse.

"This is more like it," Carmen said, surveying the scene with expert eyes. "Way better than Max's stuffy clubs."

Emily nodded in agreement, taking in the crowd. Unlike mainstream Miami beach parties where toned, tan bodies were the norm, this gathering had a distinctly different demographic. Women of all sizes danced confidently, many of them gloriously fat like Emily herself, while attractive men mingled among them, clearly appreciating the abundant curves on display.

"Changing tent's over there," Carmen pointed to a large striped tent at the edge of the party area. "Let's get comfortable."

Inside the tent, the three women stripped off their sundresses, revealing the bikinis they'd chosen for the occasion. Emily's was a bright turquoise two-piece that made no attempt to hide her body—instead, it accentuated her massive breasts and the rolls of her stomach. The bottoms hugged her wide hips and ample backside, the fabric stretched taut across her flesh.

Carmen whistled appreciatively. "Damn, girl. You're gonna have every guy here drooling."

Emily blushed, still not entirely comfortable being so exposed despite her online persona. Sober, she maintained a lingering shyness that only disappeared when she was intoxicated or performing for her fans.

As they emerged from the tent, Emily's attention was immediately captured by a delicious aroma wafting through the air. Her eyes locked onto a large barbecue stall surrounded by a cluster of people—most noticeably, the largest women at the party seemed to have gravitated there like moths to a flame.

"I'm starving," Emily announced, already moving toward the food. "Get us some drinks? I'll meet you over there." She pointed to an empty table near the barbecue stand.

Carmen and Lucia headed toward the makeshift bar while Emily joined the queue for food. She watched with approval as the vendor piled plates high with ribs, burgers, hot dogs, and sides. No dainty portions here—these were meals meant for serious appetites.

When she finally reached the front, Emily ordered enthusiastically: a full rack of ribs, a loaded burger with extra bacon, a hot dog topped with chili, and sides of mac and cheese, coleslaw, and beans. The vendor raised an eyebrow but filled her order without comment.

By the time Carmen and Lucia returned with colorful tropical drinks, Emily was already seated at the table with three heaping plates arranged before her. Her eyes gleamed with anticipation as she prepared to dive in.

Lucia reached for what she assumed was her plate. "Which one is mine?"

Emily swatted her hand away. "None of them. These are all mine."

Carmen burst out laughing at Lucia's shocked expression. "We should have known better. You girls enjoy your feast—I'm going to mingle." She winked at Lucia and disappeared into the crowd.

Emily barely noticed her departure, already lost in the sensory pleasure of the food. She attacked the ribs first, tearing the meat from the bones with her teeth, barbecue sauce smearing across her cheeks. She alternated bites of different dishes, moaning softly with each new flavor.

Lucia watched, transfixed. There was something mesmerizing about Emily's uninhibited enjoyment, the way she surrendered completely to her appetite without shame or restraint. While she ate daintily from her single small plate, Emily demolished enough food for three people with unabashed pleasure.

"You're not even going to save room for later?" Lucia asked, half-joking.

Emily looked up, sauce glistening on her chin. "This is just the appetizer. We're going to be here all day, right?"

Forty minutes later, Emily had cleaned every plate, even using her finger to gather the last smears of sauce. She leaned back in her chair, her belly distended and tight against her bikini top. "Now I need a joint and a nap."

As if summoned by the mention of weed, Carmen reappeared with three attractive guys in tow. All were fit and tanned, dressed in board shorts and displaying the easy confidence of men who knew they looked good.

"Emily, Lucia, meet Jake, Dario, and Miguel," Carmen announced, gesturing to each in turn. "They're regulars at Curves."

Emily straightened slightly, suddenly conscious of her sauce-stained face and food-swollen belly. She grabbed a napkin and quickly wiped her mouth.

"Don't worry about it," said the tallest one—Jake—with an appreciative glance at her curves. "We like a girl who enjoys her food."

They pulled up chairs and joined the women at the table. Jake sat closest to Emily, radiating a laid-back energy that immediately put her at ease. His sun-bleached hair fell in loose waves around a face that managed to be both rugged and boyish.

As they chatted and sipped their drinks, Emily learned that Jake was a surf instructor who "grew up with nothing but a board and a bong," as he put it. The moment he mentioned his fondness for weed, Emily's eyes lit up.

"Speaking of which..." she said, reaching into her impressive cleavage. To everyone's amazement, she produced a pre-rolled joint from between her breasts, where it had been nestled alongside several others. "Anyone care to join me?"

The guys exchanged surprised and delighted glances.

"Damn, that's hot," Miguel murmured as Emily handed the slightly damp joint to Jake.

Jake grinned, examining the joint with reverence. "A woman after my own heart."

He lit it carefully, taking a deep hit before passing it to Emily. The circle formed naturally, everyone leaning in close as they shared the joint. Conversation flowed more easily with each pass, laughter becoming more frequent and touches lingering longer.

More joints appeared from Emily's cleavage arsenal as the afternoon wore on. The sun began its descent toward the horizon, painting the sky in spectacular shades of orange and pink. They moved their chairs to face the water, watching the sun sink while passing another joint between them.

"This is perfect," Emily sighed, the constant eating and smoking having mellowed her into a pleasant haze. Her body felt heavy and relaxed, her mind peaceful in a way it rarely was when sober.

Jake's arm found its way around her shoulders, his fingers tracing gentle patterns on her upper arm. Under normal circumstances, Emily might have felt self-conscious about the softness of her flesh beneath his touch, but the weed had dissolved those insecurities.

The sunset marked a shift in the party's energy. As darkness fell, the music grew louder and more intense. String lights and torches illuminated the beach, creating a surreal, magical atmosphere. More people arrived, drinks flowed more freely, and the dancing became more uninhibited.

Carmen returned from another expedition with a fresh round of drinks and a mischievous glint in her eye. When they had all moved to a more private spot away from the main crowd, she reached into her purse and pulled out a small plastic baggie of white powder.

"Who's ready to take this party up a notch?" she asked.

Emily's heart raced with excitement and trepidation. She'd never tried cocaine before, but after her experience with MDMA, she was eager to explore this new frontier.

Carmen expertly arranged several thin lines on the surface of her compact mirror and offered Emily the first go. With a small rolled-up bill, Emily leaned forward and snorted a line, the burning sensation in her nostril immediately followed by a numbing effect.

Within minutes, the drug hit her system with the force of a freight train. Energy surged through her body, making her feel simultaneously powerful and lightweight. Her mind raced with thoughts, and suddenly staying seated seemed impossible.

"I need to dance!" she announced, pulling Jake to his feet. "Actually, I need to talk to everyone. Do you know anyone here? Introduce me!"

For the next hour, Emily was a social whirlwind, moving from group to group with newfound confidence. Her usual shyness completely vanished, replaced by an overwhelming desire to connect with everyone around her. She told her life story to strangers, complimented women on their outfits, and hugged people after knowing them for mere minutes.

At one point, she found herself in an animated conversation with three plus-sized women in their thirties who, remarkably, created content similar to hers.

"I've been doing mukbang streams for five years," one woman told her. "It's amazing how much the community has grown."

"You should collaborate with us sometime," another suggested. "Our followers would love you."

Emily exchanged social media handles with them, talking a mile a minute about algorithms, viewer engagement, and content strategies. When she finally returned to her group, her jaw was tight from talking and grinding her teeth unconsciously.

"I need another hit," she announced, feeling the initial euphoria beginning to fade. The slight crash left her feeling irritable and anxious, sensations that disappeared the moment Carmen produced the baggie again.

The group went through Carmen's entire supply before midnight, but Miguel had brought his own stash, ensuring the party continued without interruption. Emily found herself constantly touching Jake—holding his hand, leaning against his chest, playing with his hair—the cocaine having demolished any concept of personal space.

When police lights suddenly flashed at the beach entrance around midnight, a ripple of panic went through the crowd. Officers with flashlights began dispersing the party, citing noise ordinances and public drinking.

"Time to move this party to plan B," Dario announced, helping the girls gather their things. None of them were sober enough to drive, but the club was within walking distance, and the night air felt refreshing against their cocaine-heated skin.

Emily pulled her sundress back on over her bikini, though Carmen opted to just wrap a sarong around her waist, confident in her appearance despite being less heavy than Emily. The six of them joined the stream of partygoers heading toward the streets of Miami, their group naturally pairing off: Carmen with Miguel, Lucia with Dario, and Emily with Jake.

The doors of Curves welcomed them like old friends, the bouncer recognizing Carmen and waving them past the line. Inside, the club pulsed with the same energy as before, though Emily viewed it with new eyes now that she understood its purpose and clientele better.

They claimed a booth in the corner, and Carmen immediately delved into her seemingly bottomless purse, producing yet another baggie—this one containing several pills.

"Time for the main event," she announced. "Remember, we rolled just a couple days ago, so we'll need a bit more to feel the same effects."

Emily nodded seriously, trying to appear knowledgeable. When Jake admitted he'd never tried MDMA before, Emily seized the opportunity to position herself as an expert.

"You want to start with half a pill," she advised authoritatively, despite having tried it exactly once herself. "It comes on gradually—first you'll feel warm, then everything just... opens up. Music sounds better, touching feels amazing, and you'll probably want to tell everyone how much you love them." She laughed. "That part's normal."

Jake listened with rapt attention, clearly impressed by her supposed expertise. "How much are you taking?"

Carmen answered for her, breaking a pill into pieces. "We're seasoned pros, so we need a bit more. Emily, here's one and a half for you."

Emily accepted without hesitation, washing it down with a swig of vodka cranberry. Jake took his half pill, and the others consumed their doses with practiced ease.

They headed to the dance floor to wait for the come-up, moving to the beat with varying degrees of coordination. Emily found herself sandwiched between Jake and Miguel, her substantial body providing ample surface area for both men to press against. Under normal circumstances, she might have felt self-conscious about her sweat or the way her flesh jiggled with each movement, but the cocaine still in her system kept those thoughts at bay.

About thirty minutes later, Emily felt the first telltale signs—a warm tingling spreading from her core to her extremities, colors becoming more vibrant, the music seeming to flow through her rather than around her. She caught Jake's wide-eyed expression and knew he was feeling it too.

"It's starting," she shouted over the music, grabbing his hands. "Just go with it!"

The MDMA hit her system with even greater intensity than her first experience. Perhaps it was the higher dose, or the combination with the cocaine and alcohol already in her system, but this high transcended her previous one. Every sensation was magnified tenfold—the brush of fabric against her skin was exquisite torture, the bass vibrating through the floor sent waves of pleasure up her legs, and the simple act of breathing became a sensual experience.

Jake was equally affected, his pupils dilated so wide his eyes appeared almost black in the club's lighting. He couldn't stop touching her—his hands roaming over her arms, her shoulders, her face—each contact sending electric shivers through her body.

"You're so beautiful," he kept saying, his voice filled with genuine wonder. "Your skin is incredible. You're like... like a goddess or something."

Emily laughed, the sound bubbling up from a place of pure joy. "You're not so bad yourself," she replied, running her fingers through his hair and marveling at the texture.

Around them, their friends were similarly affected. Dario and Miguel had sandwiched Carmen between them, all three moving as a single undulating entity to the music. Lucia danced nearby, occasionally moving closer to Emily with longing glances.

As the night progressed and the drugs took stronger hold, the boundaries between them dissolved entirely. What began as dancing evolved into a more intimate form of connection—hands exploring bodies, lips brushing against ears to speak, foreheads pressing together during moments of intense eye contact.

"I need to tell you something," Jake shouted into Emily's ear during a brief pause between songs, his voice earnest and intense. "I know we just met, but I feel like I've known you forever. You're amazing. Your energy, your vibe... it's perfect."

Emily beamed, her heart swelling with emotion. "I feel the same way! It's like we're connected on some cosmic level!" The words sounded profound in her drug-addled mind, though a tiny sober part of her knew they were speaking in MDMA-fueled clichés.

Their conversation was interrupted when Carmen appeared with another round of pills. "Ready for a boost? We're just getting started!"

Without hesitation, Emily accepted another half pill, washing it down with what remained of her drink. Jake followed suit, trusting her judgment completely now.

The second dose catapulted them to new heights. Emily's awareness of individual moments began to blur, her experience becoming a series of intense sensory snapshots rather than a continuous timeline:

Jake's hands on her waist, his touch igniting her nerve endings like fireworks...

Carmen spinning in circles, her bikini top barely containing her as she threw her head back in ecstasy...

Miguel and Dario taking turns dancing with each woman, their muscular bodies pressing against soft curves without preference or judgment...

Lucia's fingers intertwining with hers, squeezing with a meaning Emily couldn't quite interpret but felt deeply...

All of them huddled in a booth, limbs entangled, sharing secrets they'd never told anyone, interrupted by declarations of newfound love and friendship...

"I've never felt so accepted," Emily confessed during one such moment, tears welling in her eyes. "My whole life I've been trying to hide or apologize for my body, but here, with you guys... I feel beautiful."

The group responded with a chorus of affirmations and embraces, each person touching her as if to physically transfer their agreement through their fingertips.

"You are beautiful," Jake insisted, his face inches from hers. "I haven't been able to take my eyes off you since we met."

"None of us have," Miguel added, his hand resting on her thigh. "You're like a magnet."

The attention was intoxicating, amplified by the drugs coursing through her system. Emily basked in their adoration, feeling simultaneously powerful and vulnerable.

Around 3 AM, Carmen made another announcement: "Time to mix it up!" She produced the cocaine again, arranging lines on the surface of her compact.

"Is it safe to mix them?" Jake asked, his voice showing the first hint of concern.

Carmen waved dismissively. "We do it all the time. The coke gives you energy when the molly starts to fade."

Emily went first, bending to snort a line with practiced ease despite having only done it for the first time hours earlier. The combination hit her like a supernova—the empathetic warmth of the MDMA crashing against the sharp, electric energy of the cocaine.

For several seconds, she couldn't move or speak. Her jaw clenched so tightly she feared her teeth might crack, while her eyelids fluttered uncontrollably. Her whole body trembled with an intensity that bordered on seizure-like. She was simultaneously everywhere and nowhere, connected to everything yet completely unmoored from reality.

When she finally regained some semblance of control, she found herself clutching Carmen's arm, unable to form coherent sentences.

"I... you... we... love," she managed, her words fragmented by her rapidly shifting attention and overactive jaw.

Carmen, equally high though handling it slightly better, helped Emily back to their booth. "Just ride it out, babe. It's amazing, right?"

Emily could only nod frantically, her body still not entirely under her command. Her skin had become hypersensitive to the point that even the air currents in the club felt like physical caresses.

Lucia joined them in the booth, her pupils so dilated her eyes appeared almost alien. She'd followed Emily's lead and taken the same combination, though with less experience she was even more affected.

"Emily," she slurred, sliding closer until their thighs pressed together. "I've been wanting to tell you... you're so gorgeous. Like, the way you just... exist. It's perfect."

In her altered state, this struck Emily as the most profound compliment she'd ever received. Tears filled her eyes as she grabbed Lucia's hands.

"You too," she gushed. "You're like... sunshine. But a person."

They dissolved into giggles that quickly transformed into meaningful eye contact. Neither could say who moved first, but suddenly they were kissing—softly at first, then with increasing passion. Emily's hands found Lucia's waist while Lucia's fingers tangled in Emily's hair.

The guys and Carmen watched in appreciative silence as the kiss deepened. Emily was vaguely aware of their audience but found she didn't care. Her inhibitions had completely dissolved, replaced by pure sensation and desire.

Lucia's hands grew bolder, sliding under Emily's dress to caress the soft flesh of her stomach and sides. Emily responded by pulling Lucia closer, one hand cupping her face while the other explored the curve of her hip.

"That's the hottest thing I've ever seen," Jake murmured, his voice thick with desire.

Carmen, emboldened by the display and the drugs, stood up and removed her sundress in one fluid motion, leaving her in just her bikini. "Why stop there?" she challenged, her skin glistening with sweat under the club lights.

Emily and Lucia broke their kiss, looking up at Carmen with identical expressions of drug-induced adoration. Without hesitation, they followed her lead, stripping down to their swimwear amidst appreciative whistles from nearby tables.

For the remainder of the night, they danced in their bikinis, their abundant flesh on full display. Emily's rolls and curves jiggled with each movement, beads of sweat rolling between her breasts and down the folds of her stomach. Rather than feeling self-conscious, she reveled in the freedom, aware of the admiring and lustful gazes from around the club.

The three men couldn't keep their hands off her, taking turns dancing pressed against her massive body. Jake remained her primary focus, but in her MDMA-induced state of universal love, she welcomed attention from all of them equally.

When the club lights came on at 6 AM, signaling closing time, none of them were ready for the night to end. They stood on the sidewalk outside, still in various states of undress, their sundresses draped over arms or tied around waists.

"I don't want this to stop," Emily said, the combination of drugs still strong in her system despite hours of dancing and sweating.

Miguel jingled his keys. "My place is just a few blocks away. We still have plenty left to keep this going."

The suggestion was met with enthusiastic agreement from the group. As they began walking, arms linked and bodies supporting each other, Emily felt a momentary flash of awareness about Max and Denise waiting back at the penthouse. But the thought was quickly washed away by another wave of euphoria as Jake pressed a gentle kiss to her temple.

The rising sun painted Miami in golden light as the six of them made their way through the quiet morning streets, still riding the high of their chemical paradise, delaying the inevitable crash for as long as possible.