Mandy didn't notice Jean at first, the brunette behemoth enraptured in her feast of grilled and fried meats loaded with as much sauce as she could get on them. Chicken and pork bones from countless wings and ribs surrounded her in the wide radius of her blubbery frame, even one she had missed resting on the top tier of her doubled up gut, littering the table and ground in a way not dissimilar to how bones decorate the lair of some great beast. It was only when there was no more immediate food to stuff her surprisingly small, cute mouth with that she realized her wife was there, her jowls scrunching a bit as she turned to look.
"Oh, h-URP, hey Jean."
If you just met Mandy she could come off mean and even cruel, but that usually meant she was just hungry, but the problem was the bigger she got, the harder it was to keep her full, especially now that she was wider than she was tall with several cheap fold out chairs fighting for dear life to keep her bulk lifted. Her immensity had always been a strong feature of hers, but ever since she had gotten with the Vandergriff she’s exploded, her stomach alone the size of two Jeans put together. Her body could best be described as “apple” at one point, but some definition had been lost after so many pounds.
From a “less rich” family herself and with twice as much confidence as bulk Mandy was always going to become massive, having stomped around Buttercombe making even girls fatter than her feel small, but with Jean going doe eyed for her back then and managing to get the bully’s attention it was bound to be she’d get STUPID massive.
She showed this off with how she attacked the food during the contest. Every other poor sap there was trying to compete, unaware Mandy was just enjoying herself as she gorged on entire animals worth of meat, forgetting she was even in a competition as she just kept eating and eating. If her arms weren’t ham hocks of pure meat they’d have become a blur with how fast she was stuffing herself.
"Hey Mands... You've uh, got sauce on your face."
Jean was never tall but made up for her stature with pure presence. Before Mandy though she shrunk back down to size and then some, her love/horniness mixing with her fear of her lover to make her look smaller than ever, not to mention the 700 pound weight difference between them. Didn’t help either that Mandy was a little taller than average too, able to sit and still be a few inches taller than Jean standing. Mandy had her on a tight leash, and she loved to yank her around by it.
"Do I? Didn't notice. Why don't you help me clean up then?" Mandy said in a teasing tone and a devilish smile that brought out her fat swaddled high cheek bones, using a BBQ sauce coated, sausage finger to beckon Jean closer.
The shorter woman complied, taking a few cautious steps forward before she was suddenly grabbed by the back of the head and brought in for a messy kiss, Mandy mashing their lips together hungrily and holding it, Jean’s body getting pulled along as well and almost being fully lost in oceanic blubber. Most women would be furious with their hair and face suddenly slathered in leftover wing residue, but Jean was not most women as she moaned into sloppy make out, hand instinctively grabbing hold of Mandy’s massive gut and sinking a full inch in.
With a "POP" Mandy let Jean go, dazed now with sauce dripping off her face and stumbling backwards a bit.
"Mmm, that’s a good mid-meal snack~ But you already know I'm not nearly done."
She cupped Jean's chin with a hand, smearing more sauce on her. She stared straight down into Jean’s eye’s as she was taller than her even seated, her bulk totally overshadowing Jean as she brought there face’s close again.
"I’m done with my appetizer, so would you mind getting me a bit more of everything Babe? Oh, and don't forget to clean yourself off, don’t want my trophy going unpolished."
Jean barely was able to stand after her face was let go, legs wobbling almost as much as her wife’s fat, before she stumbled into a run, NEEDING to get Mandy more food.