“Stop rubbing your gut,” Fanny batted Jesse’s hands from his midsection.
“I can’t help it!” he shot back an went back to moving his hand over his dome of a belly, “Besides you’re the one who insisted on doing this to me! You should be happy!”
“Yeah I guess you’re right,” Fanny growled as she farted.
PPPHHHRRRAAAPPPTTT!
Still it was hard to look at the nephew plumped up and dressed as a younger version of her and not be angry that he was enjoying it when she wanted him to hate it. But there he was rubbing his white-gloved hands over her favorite dress’s tummy area and loving it.
FFFRRRTTTHHHPPTTT!
“Hey!” Jesse yelled, “Are you paying attention? I said we’re at the buffet!”
“What? Oh! Sorry!” Fanny slammed on the brakes and pulled into the parking lot. The two left the car and entered the buffet, the solidly large BBW Fanny, and the up and comer Jesse. Where once he would have been embarrassed at how the dress he wore was tight on him in all the same places at is it was on Fanny he now felt a sense of pride and envy that he wasn’t as big as Fanny was. Yet.
PPPHHHRRAAPPTT!
TTHHHRRPPPTTT!
They both farted as they threw the double doors open to the buffet. A round of applause for the two broke out among the patrons; all who were Fanny’s friends and all who were almost as large and in charge as her. Jesse noticed almost each one had their daughter or niece with them, and each seemed very familiar to him though he couldn’t quite place how. He just hoped they didn’t recognize him as a boy with how he was dressed and that he passed for a girl lie everyone else in the restaurant.
If there was too big babes that could make this restaurant regret their business model it was these too big babes. They knew how to just straight wreck a buffet, and had strategized before leaving the house. First, share the dishes, each get a variety of food, neither repeating what the other got. Discover what you prefer and hammer it until its gone and then move on to your next choice. The other patrons deferred to the duo, parting like a thick, red sea. Soon the steam table looked as desolate as the landscape in a post apocalyptic movie. Fanny and Jesse were eating faster than the food could be cooked.
FFFFAAARRRRTTTTTT!
“Ah, always better out than in! That’s what I always say,” Fanny leaned back in the booth and fanned her fart to her face, loving the way it smelled.
THHHHRRRRRRFFFFFFFFTTTTTTT!
Jesse frowned, upset that he was yet able to fart on command like his aunt and thus be able to smell farts any time he wanted. He thought that these sharp changes in his way of thinking was him embracing what was happening to him, but every now and then he thought maybe it was signs of him being broken instead. But when these thoughts entered his head like they did now, he simply brushed them off and got something more to eat.
Leaping up from the table he grabbed a clean plate and marched over to grab some fried chicken only to, unsurprisingly, not find any for him to devour. “Hey! Where’s all the chicken?” he yelled to the back kitchen.
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