Emily had been having the time of her life over the past few weeks. She'd always liked Jane (just a teensy bit) and she'd always liked BBW's (just a tiny bit) but after starting to fatten Jane up, her obsession for both had blossomed. Jane had become a fat-digesting, quickly-growing, very-bloated monster to everyone but Emily, who had all but convinced Jane that she was better the fatter she got. Not that it mattered if Jane liked it, she'd fallen so far into being fed every waking moment that by now, a true diet would kill her. Emily had spent the great majority of her time concocting ways to enforce calorie-climbing habits into Jane, and she was in grasp of succeeding. And amidst all this, Emily had begun inadvertently gaining as well, a near-perfectly round potbelly filling her white blouse. Not that she minded; She often daydreamed of the both of them, fat and happy together.
She saw Jane from across the hall, she was not easy to miss. Jane's belly was overflowing from her shirt and pants, jutting three feet out in front of her, gurgling and sloshing, unable to even button her extra-extra-sized jeans. Her breasts were somewhere betwean beachballs and basketballs, and her rear was between the size of two beachballs and yoga balls.
And she still somehow looked cherubic, sweet. Rumor was that more than a few guys harbored secret crushes towards her.
"Hi, Jane! I love your new shirt!" Emily said, hugging Jane, her potbelly literally sinking into Jane's. Jane hugged back as best she could.
"Hi, Emily... What's today's snack?" Jane blushed, ashamed of her gluttony, yet still very hungry.
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