Slurping down the ice cream she was already eating, Kirika dashed to the freezer, her plump butt wobbling and sending her panties deeper into her rear. Grabbing handfuls of ice cream pops, she began to cram three in her mouth at once, going through them as fast as she could before simply spitting the sticks onto the floor and grabbing more. The effects were obvious right away, as her already sizable boobs grew with fat, and her shirt rode up her growing gut. She ignored her tightening clothes, even as her bra burst and set her massive breasts free and bouncing.
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A stead half hour of eating later, a much larger Kirika lay on the ground, slowly sucking away at the last of the pops. As the last of the fatty ice cream flowed down her throat, she grabbed the stick and threw it in the pile. Burping loudly, she groaned as she lay there.
"God...those were great...so creamy and smooth...and delicious..." she murmured, lying in her stupor. Shaking her head, she sat up as much as she could and gave a small gasp as she surveyed her fat form. Standing up, she made her slow, ponderous way to the mirror, her thick thighs rubbing.
"I...I'm MASSIVE." she gasped, her hands on the creamy expanse of her belly. Massive, though, was an understatement.
The damage began at her face, which had blown out with a thoroughly defined second chin and tubby cheeks. Her second chin rested on a pair of what looked to be bloated beachballs with small nubs on the front of them. In reality, her breasts had swollen to immense sizes, but remained perky, thanks to the fact that the skin had grown used to her usually massive knockers. Another factor was her gut, which paled in comparison to her boobs, but was still proudly swollen with fat, hanging over her waist and obscuring her crotch.
Her thighs and ass had been hit hard as well, each thigh the size of a redwood and each cheek the size of a well inflated beachball. The twin globes wobbled and jiggled as her thighs rubbed and crashed together. Her soft arms tapered down to tubby hands, which were busy caressing her flabby form.
"Oh god...I...I..."
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