Faith knew how to put away the fries. Buffy could only follow. she tried to stop after the first, second, third, fourth, tenth basket of fries.
But faith wouldn't have it. "B, you look like a scarecrow, you gotta get some curves." Faith said as she drained an entire pitcher of beer and chased it with a handfull of boneless chicken wings.
Buffy could only whimper as the night dragged on. She lost track of the hours but knew knew that eventually she had to undo her pants to keep from being suffocated.
When the fries were done, they went out for pizza. Faith ate no less than three large pizzas by herself while Buffy had a measly one.
The two slayers walked or waddled down the street. "I'm telling ya, B, there's an all night Chinese buffet that's to die for." Her impressive belly wobbled and jiggled with each step, already larger than when it had been at the start of the night.
Buffy stared down mournfully at her own hard, beachball of a belly. "I wonder how long it'll take to lose this weight?" she asked herself.
Faith laughed. "No you're not, if you want boys you need a fatter ass. If you get as big as me then Maybe Spike will rise you all night." She cackled as her tummy rumbled again. "Damn I'm hungry."
And despite herself, Buffy felt a terrible hunger within that felt like it would never be fulfilled.
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