Buffy was spending her saturday eating a salad with no dressing and just a dusting of sunflower seeds. She was a young girl and trying to watch her figure. From inside the library she was trying to get her homework done.
What Buffy wasn't ready for was her partner, Faith, the Dark Slayer to appear in the library with a jumbo plate of fries in her hand and a case of beer.
Technically faith's belly entered the room before she did. A white, wobbling mass of fat with a cute belly button in the middle that shook with each step.
Faith let out a belch, "Hey B, I robbed a gas station to get these beer and fries. Want to share it with me?"
Buffy gawked, but she couldn't help but blush. "Faith, you're so gross."
Faith stopped as she pulled a beer from the six pack, letting the plate of fries sit on a stack of books. "I think you mean, hot, B." the dark slayer said as she quickly shotgunned a beer, her large breasts pushing against her top and her now too small bra.
"What happened to you?" Buffy blushed, feeling . . . hot and bothered.
Faith shrugged, her second chin wobbling. "Eh, I killed some demon last night and her wife cursed me. I think it's a crock of shit. Now do you want a beer or not?"
"Do you want to come to the gym with me," Buffy suggested, crossing her legs with nervous energy.
Faith grinned. "B, once you've had fat you never go back," to punctuate her point she slapped her belly, making it wobbling like a bowl full of jelly.
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