“Mindy, do you really thinking you should be eating all that ice cream?” asked a curvy black girl tauntingly to a red-headed girl.
“Shut up,” the red-head, Mindy, snapped through a mouth full of ice cream. “You’re one to talk, Raina, that’s like your third helping.”
Kayla watched the too bicker in glee. Right about now the supplement was starting to kick in so neither girl was wrong.
Mindy, the pale red-read, has been a slender and petite thing wearing a silky looking strappy red dress that hung loose and, well, sluttily off of her from. Now, only a half hour into the night, the girl had porked up and filled out her dress and then some. Her ass filled the seat of her chair and her belly oozed onto her lap. Her tiny, nearly flat breasts, now rivaled honeydews and practically bulged out of her dress. The pale, freckled expanse of cleavage jiggled at her every movement - nearly all of which was to shovel more food into her mouth - and seemed to inch forward more and more.
Raina, a pretty curvy black girl before she sat down, had been dressed in a more conservative sweater and skirt combo. Most probably didn’t see much of a difference; her face looked a little puffier, yeah, and she was starting to get a bit of a double chin, but it wasn’t anything drastic. Nothing that drastic, that is, above the table. Below, her already curvy hips and thick rump had practically exploded in size. Pillar like thighs tore her leggings to shreds and her skirt to little to cover her prodigious ass. Kayla watched the girl glance at the empty chair next to her, obviously considering using it to her caboose.
"Hey Kayla!" her coworker called from the back. Hearing her name, Kayla reluctantly slipped away from the party. She weaved between tables, eyeing the bulging and growing girls, eager to see them fatten up more and curious about the moaning she was starting to hear.
In the kitchen, Kayla found…