She looked at the menu, trying to find the greasiest food she could, in the biggest portions. An extra large triple cheese, stuffed crust, deep pan pizza should do. A plump waitress came and took the order, and she had begun to turn away before Leo said, "And the linguini for me please." She looked at Leo with mild surprise, then, as though suddenly realising something, she smiled at Piper. When she turned away to go, Piper noticed that her buttocks were like two basketballs in a small sack.
"Is that the sort of thing you meant? Chubby girl in the front, sofa in the back?" She smiled coyly at Leo.
"Well, broadly, yes. But I wouldn't exactly mind if you gained more evenly. Ghetto booty is great, but belly rolls are almost as good." He took a sip of cola. "But I do think you're the sort of girl who grows a, erm, cushion for the pushin'." He seemed a little embarrased now that the shock of finally coming out of the closet wore off. He was raised in a the very early twentieth century, and it felt strange to be telling his date about growing 'a cushion for the pushin'.
"Good," She said, ignorant of his inner squirming. "because I can't promise I'll be able to send it all to my butt. I might have to get kinda fat, before I get close to that sort of size." She was actually getting excited. Who'd have thought it? She really did find this whole thing a real turn on. And not just ghetto booty, either. She was getting excited by the prospect of just getting fat.
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