About two weeks had passed since the Squid Sisters had first sampled their newest sponsor. They were expected to eat a candy bar each during their daily ad segments on Inkopolis News, and one or two more a day when out in public, to really sell the idea to the public that the idols believed in the White Whale brand personally. This wasn’t hard at all for the two to achieve.
In fact, Marie was having the exact opposite problem. She was obligated by her job to eat two or three of these sweet treats a day, but she found it increasingly hard to limit herself to just that. Marie found her thoughts drifting to craving the succulent candy anytime she grew hungry, which felt slightly more often than normal lately. Once or twice she had even given into temptation and snuck and extra White Whale from the crate in the corner of the kitchen, as their apartment lacked the pantry space to store what was meant to be an entire month’s supply of chocolate bars.
Even with her remarkable self-control, Marie could tell she was softening a little. The idol looked at herself in her bedroom mirror, in nothing but a green bra and panties as she examine her body’s subtle changes. Her stomach had a tiny pooch to it, her thigh gap was a bit narrower, and her hips just a little bit wider. It was an amount of weight that most would fail to notice on her, and other girls may have accepted without much worry, but Marie was a celebrity. She knew that if she gained any more than this, she would be risking her career and reputation.
Then again, she thought as she pulled on a black dress and a pair of green stockings, nobody has said anything to Callie yet. Marie entered the living room to see her cousin digging into her fifth White Whale bar of the morning, seemingly having eaten them in place of a proper breakfast.
Callie’s jeans hugged her thighs and butt tightly, the button a little bit strained against the start of a pot belly on her midsection. A thin strip of pale skin peeked out from above the waistline, forming a muffin top that Callie’s pink-and-purple crop top did not cover. A satisfied sigh of ecstasy came from Callie’s slightly rounder face and her soft arms fell to her side as she swallowed her last bite of the candy bar. If Marie had put on a little under five pounds in the last few weeks, then Callie had easily gained twenty.
“Hey, uh, Callie, don’t you think you should take it a little easy on the White Whale bars?” Marie stammered “I know we’ve got more than we need, but you’re starting to get…” Marie hesitated. She had been trying to broach the subject of Callie’s weight for the last several days, hinting to her cousin that she was starting to pack on a worrying amount of weight, but too nervous to just outright say it.
“I’m starting to get what, Marie? Something you want to say to me?” Callie glared at Marie accusatorially, her eyes daring Marie to finish her sentence.
“Uh, it’s nothing huge, it’s just that…” Marie winced at her unintentional pun, making the pit in her stomach sink a little deeper. “We’re both getting a little… chubby.”
Callie’s harsh expression relaxed as she let out a giggle. Marie was baffled by the sudden shift of attitude until the other girl spoke up “I know, I know. I was messing with you. I was curious to see if you’d have the guts to say it.” Callie giggled again, this time at her own accidental fat joke.
“Listen, Cal, you’re my sister and I love you no matter what, but that was mean. Besides, aren’t you worried the studio letting you go, or about what our fans will think about you? Or me, if I get any bigger.” Marie poked the small bump of her stomach.
Callie looked at Marie with a smile and said…
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