Patrons' Prompt Chocolate Factory: Working Out Their Aftermath (Patreon)

Akira Satou sighed. She was quickly growing to loath Hisao Nakai and his stupid information packet. She flexed her fingers over her crimson eyes, trying to read between the lines of legalese that her sister had idiotically signed off on before going into that chocolate factory. There was no way that this document would hold up in court, requiring a blind woman’s signature upon a documentation packet without providing one in braille couldn’t be legal.

But, Akira was hardly a disability lawyer… yet. She was having heavy considerations now that her darling sister had just become much more disabled, and the payout from a multi-million-dollar candy creator could make things substantially easier.

She tapped her pen atop of the contract before circling the line specifying the undersigned’s responsibility to accept the conditions stated in the contract that were given both verbally and through writing, and the one Lilly had allegedly broken by not adhering to the multiple warning labels around the cup of sampled tea.

Daylight came through the colored window of Akira’s study. Outside, her small window garden had nearly died off from lack of care, but she was thinking about scrapping the project anyway and just getting herself a puppy. She leaned back in her chair, deeply sighing at the mountain of inspection there was still to do.

A sudden crash emanated from the other room, causing Akira to jump and topple backwards in her chair. She rolled off it, grunting as she hit the ground, then listened to the quiet of the house. Slowly, through the thin walls, she heard her sister call. “Akira? Help…”

The tension deflated and Akira sighed. She made her way from her study to the guest room to find her blind, blonde, blueberry sister laying on her back atop of the cracked bedframe.

While not fully transformed into her blueberry state, Lilly Satou was still likely one of the fattest women in the world as things stood… or rather, as they lay. Her blue colored breasts were each fatter than Akira’s head, and her grand wobbling belly was more than thrice what would be labeled obese. It wobbled in the air, the churning liquid loudly mixing inside, overly packed with blueberry tea.

Lilly had taken to sleeping in a special crimson-colored nightie after she ripped nearly every pair of pants she owned, and though this pair at least would stretch wide, it couldn’t exactly create fabric from nothing. So, when Lilly filled further, it lifted the nightie to cover only her chest, leaving her dignity protected only by the sagging fat that covered her waist and the rolling valley that was her tremendous thunder thighs.

The bed had bent straight down the center, lifting Lilly’s legs and her back while dropping her hips into the crevasse. Her legs and her belly were warring for room, her overweight arms and shoulders extended out to either side as if trying to keep balance. The blind woman’s face was purple with exertion when she grunted, struggling briefly as if trying to move, but failing to win more than a sloshy jiggle.

“I’m sorry…” Lilly muttered, her purple lips folding and the blush returning her cheeks to a chubby blue. Her pride was in as many shreds as much of her wardrobe was, the casualties before they’d known to grace Lilly’s clothing with Hisao’s stretching powder.

Akira sighed. “It’s alright, little sis,” she said, moving forward. “Come on, give me your arms.”

“I-I had another nightmare,” Lilly explained. She offered herself to Akira, who took hold of her. It was strange to feel fingers so puffy on a girl who just weeks ago had been perfectly slender.

Like this, the blue blonde was immensely heavy, and when Akira tugged she could both hear and feel the sloshing waves that filled much of her sister’s body. Her blue tummy quaked when Akira tugged her sideways, dislodging the girl from the broken bed.

She toppled to the floor with an overwhelming ‘Bloomph!’

It took her a moment to get to her feet, and by the time she did she was panting with strain. She was taller than Akira was, with her long blonde hair flowed down her tubby waist, and easily dwarfed the other girl with her full chest and wide belly, now rising and falling with each gasping breath. “I don’t think,” she breathed, “I’m getting used to this.”

Akira snorted. “I shouldn’t think,” she responded. “You look like you’re almost five hundred pounds right now.”

Lilly’s hands roamed her body. Her swollen fingers, her chubby wrists, leading into fat forearms and sagging biceps. While Lilly carried much of the weight in her tummy, wobbling back and forth as she patted around, her full and fluffy thighs could not to be outdone. A heavy foundation, with a fat round ass that shaped her like a teardrop… or perhaps a drop of tea.

Her crimson nightie clung to her tightly, a deep contrast in the dark colors only highlighting her misfortunate expression. It couldn’t even reach past her tummy, which poked out the bottom like a pig in a blanket. Her light blue eyes seemed to glow against her dark blue skin. “I was doing so well,” she moaned. “I was only four hundred last night.”

“Yeah…” Akira shrugged, “well, there’s nothing we can do right now besides keep going. They said the first few weeks would be the hardest, but they also said you should be, like, two hundred by now. You’ve been sticking to the diet, right?”

“Of course!” Lilly bemoaned. “I’m nearly four times my weight and I feel more than twice as hungry, but I can hardly eat half of what I’d eat normally.” She pouted, massaging where she could reach on her tummy. “It’s not fair, I need something to fuel these workouts.”

Akira looked down, checking her watch. “Speaking of, we actually need to get you ready. Come on, the others won’t wait for you again.”

“Ohh,” Lilly sagged backward. “Do I have to?”

An immense grumble quavered from the girl’s body, and Akira could see as Lilly reflexively tightened. Her hand pinched the scarlet nightie over her heart before, with a warbling ‘roooogggh,’ her stomach swelled further. It crept out only an inch, but a noticeable inch before it halted.

The elder Satou looked up at her blueberry sister, seeing the white teeth graze her dark colored lip. She felt bad for her, but what else was there to do?

“You’ve got to,” she decided. “Come on, get your workout clothes on.”

“Oh, alright…” Lilly sighed. She lowered her hands around herself, as if trying to lift her belly before awkwardly waddling over to the dresser. Akira was glad that Lilly couldn’t see her reflection. It might make her swell up even more.

Withdrawing a scarlet tee, shorts, along with her large red ribbon, Lilly finally began to remove her nightie.

Akira left the girl alone, closing the door and giving her some much-needed privacy in her flabby nudity. She went down to the kitchen and began making herself a cup of coffee, wondering what angle she might be able to take in the case.

A few minutes later, Akira heard the door open followed by a quiet, “Oomph.”

“What was that?” Akira called down the hall.

Silence for a moment before Lilly’s voice grumbled, “… I can’t fit through the door.”

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With her usual slow walking pace replaced with this waddling gait, it took several minutes and some skillful navigation just to get Lilly out of the bedroom and down the hall. Lilly could feel the blush in her cheeks with each passing minute, and the growing strain compounding her ill-adjusted muscles that were buried beneath piles of heavy blue blubber.

When they had reached the front door, Akira had to turn her sideways, cupping the curve of her belly and pushing her in, and Lilly was able to slowly and noisily sidle through.

Now outside, Lilly could feel the morning air rising around her body, reminding her once more that even stretching powder had its limits. The workout tee hung low, exposing far more cleavage than she’d ever be comfortable with, and then ended just beneath the pinched fat of her breasts, leaving massive belly to freely jiggle and wobble with every step.

It was humiliating, but it could have been worse. It could have been their old apartment. At least Akira lived alone… Well, had lived alone. Until Lilly had gone and drank that sweet, lovely, horrible tea…

“Wait out here,” Akira instructed. “I’ll bring the car out through the garage door.

“That’s likely easiest…” Lilly muttered. She heard the door close before allowing the pout to really fill out her face. Her hands slowly coasted over her body, adjusting the top over her chest and wishing anyone could make a bra in her size. But then, why bother? She’d just break it anyways.

Trying to turn herself away from her breasts, Lilly picked at her shorts, pulling them up higher over her fat blue rump. She felt the snap bobble the tea in her belly, able to feel the elastic band giving her an extremely powerful muffin top. It was much worse than her breasts. At least, somewhere, someone might think a fat chest was attractive.

Nobody would ever like a fatty blue bottom.

But, that’s what she had, and that’s what she’d deal with. If she could manage to get past all of this, if she could sweat out each and every drop of blueberry tea, maybe she’d finally get her old body back.

Lilly was not about to start holding her breath.

Akira’s car kicked on and the garage door slowly opened. Lilly listened to it pulling up to her side before Akira got out of the driver’s seat and moved over to hers. She opened the door, but Lilly hesitated, trying very hard to keep herself from feeling nervous as she asked, “Are you sure I’ll fit?”

Akira paused for a moment too long before saying, “It’ll be fine.” Still, what could she do? She would, or she wouldn’t, but she had to try. Guiding herself forward, she first put her hand atop of the car before lifting her leg and starting to work her way in. She nearly rebounded off the side when her hip struck the back, mixing her body and forcing her to slow.

It was hard work just moving around. She didn’t have the muscle for all of this weight, and it was constantly changing! Growing and shrinking, she’d gained a hundred pounds because of one damnable… No, she had to stay calm.

Finally, she got her rear in, though it lifted her so high that her hair and her ribbon pressed against the car’s ceiling. “Watch your leg,” Akira said, and Lilly felt the door slowly but firmly poke against her thigh.

“Give me a moment, please…” Lilly held her hand over her heart, feeling the powerful but slow beat through the layers of fat. Calm, she breathed, keep yourself calm. It’s too tight a space for her to blow up now.

Lilly was forced to lift her stomach to pull her other leg in, and even then she could feel the door press into her side as it finally closed. She dropped herself, feeling her belly press up to the dashboard, and let out a laborious laugh at herself. “All of this because of one cup of tea.”

More like a thousand. Even now, she could taste the blueberry tea as if it were still swirling in her mouth. Everything was colored by their juicy intent, from pancakes to muffins to the sweet taste of chocolates. It was all blueberry flavored and, worst of all, Lilly quite enjoyed it. She’d always been fond of the fruit.

Now, she’d become one. Lilly Satou, the human fruit.

At least she could walk… for now…

Akira entered on the driver’s side, softly closing the door and buckling her seatbelt. Lilly had no hope to even try, just crossing her arms around her chest and holding herself tight.

She could feel Akira’s eyes on her, completely crammed into the tiny space. “Don’t worry,” the elder sister pat her on the belly, and Lilly could feel the tea churn. “You’ll be fine.”

Lilly sighed, loosening her grip on herself. “I feel so… bloaty,” she said, lightly tapping two fingers against her tummy. “But, yes. If nothing else, I’d heard the weather should be pleasant today.”

The blonde then tilted her head, thinking for a moment but not quite remembering.

Is my bag and my cane in the back seat?”

Akira twisted, a movement Lilly felt because her body was spilling over the center console. “Yeah, looks like it.”

“Good,” Lilly nodded. “We’re planning on a walk today, after we conclude our workouts.”

“Mhmm,” Akira nodded, putting the car into drive. “Well, remember, you can always call me if need be.”

“I know,” Lilly forced herself smile. “At least the candy cane makes it easier. It’s much more durable than my old one was.”

“Yeah,” Akira replied, putting the car into gear. “And hey! If you ever get hungry, you’ll have a snack!”

A trembling grumble whined out from Lilly’s belly, tightening the girl until she could feel her fatty chin fold into her overweight chest. “Please don’t talk about food,” she grumbled. “I’ve had to skip breakfast again…”

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The twenty-minute drive to Yamaku’s track and field wasn’t too bad. The sisters passed some small conversation, talking about Lilly’s wellness checklist and what workouts she was supposed to perform. “Remember, it’s a heavy cardio day,” Akira said. “You’re supposed to do eight laps, and then another eight later on. That’s four miles total.”

“Yes, Akira,” Lilly replied patiently. “I know. Emi’s on nearly the same routine.”

“That’s cause Emi’s covered in fat,” Akira said. “It should be much harder for her to lose weight than it is for you to sweat out the tea. But if you ate as much as your tummy thinks you need, you’ll end up as chunky as her.”

Lilly sighed though her nose. “I’m sure I’m already three times that size,” she bitterly replied.

“Well, you’re not,” Akira said.

Lilly perked her eyebrow, but Akira didn’t elaborate.

“Just, take care that you’re performing you-” the dotting sister began.

“Yes, Akira,” Lilly broke in. “I understand.”

Akira grunted. They pulled into the space and she got out of the car before opening Lilly’s side.

The handle clicked and the door exploded outward, shoved by her thigh in a desperate bid for freedom from the ill-fitting prison before the appendage remembered it was covered in flab and the weight sagged down into gravity’s hold. She had to be helped out of the car and then was given her bag and her candy cane. Through her hair, Lilly could feel her large red bow and long ponytail gripped by a warm spring wind.

Today should be nice. She just hoped that she could actually manage to workout this time.

“Can I ask you something?” Akira asked.

Lilly paused for a breath before tilting towards her and smiling. “You just did,” she joked.

Akira growled before lightly jabbing Lilly in the tummy and eliciting a joyful giggle from the juicy Satou. “I’m serious!”

Lilly covered her smile with her hand. “Yes? What is it?”

“Why do you wear so much red now?”

Lilly hesitated. It was clear that she hadn’t expected this question. “Hmm,” her thighs mushed against one another as she adjusted her weight, her body in a consistent state of plump jiggles. “Well, speaking honestly, Hisao told me that the color looked good with my skin. He said that it made me ‘stick out,’” she quoted.

She could almost feel Akira speculative glance. A hand came over her belly, pinching a handful of overweight blubber. “Yeah, I don’t know if you needed help with that.”

Scowling, Lilly lightly swatted the air near Akira’s hand. “Hey, cut that out,” she pouted. “If you keep poking me then I might just…”

“Might what?” Akira asked smugly.

Lilly chuckled, thinking of an overweight runner and her empty fat threats.

“I’ll have to sit on you,” she said.

Akira laughed. “Hey, that’s a death threat coming from you.”

Lilly opened her mouth. “Why, you!” she called out, taking an unsure step forward. Her belly bumped into Akira, forcing her back.

“Woah, hey,” Akira continued to chortle, “calm down there, Princess.”

Lilly pouted. “I am not a princess.”

“Yeah,” Akira shrugged, “you’re a blueberry.”

Lilly stepped forward, her tummy flattening Akira against the car and robbing the air from her lungs, and the laughter died in her throat. Then, Lilly threw her arms around Akira, hugging her tight.

“Agh… -illy,” Akira gasped.

“Oh, sorry!” Lilly took a shaky step backward, the upset tea sloshing audibly. “I just…” she looked down, her double chin rounding out against her melon sized breasts. “I wanted to say thanks for being patient with me.”

Another breeze passed between them, but circling around Lilly’s body. She could feel it on the roll of fat near her pinched love handles, the chubby indentation on her back near her shoulders, and the fatty blue cheeks that stuck out of her shorts.

She could hear Akira’s thoughts as well as she could feel the eyes on her body.

Akira was comparing her to how she was before they’d gone off the factory. Stylish blue outfit, a cute red belt. Red bow, white skin. Thin, confident, smiling with an easy sense of control.

Lilly Satou wasn’t supposed to have body issues. She wasn’t supposed to be blue, or obese, or exceptionally worried that she’d soon be immobile once more. She wasn’t supposed to be a blueberry.

Rather than pout or grumble or let the strain overwhelm her and send her heart thumping, Lilly tried to wear a soft smile for her sister.

A hand came to her shoulder, lifting up the small length of her disappeared neck to cup a chubby cheek. “Hey, it’s all good,” Akira told her. “I know you’re giving this your all.”

Guilt came next, stronger than even Lilly’s heightened hunger. It twisted inside of her tummy, pressed up to her lungs, and she felt her smile melting away as ghostly sweet flavor came over her tongue.

“Yeah…” Lilly said. She lifted a fluffy blue leg, dabbing the toe of her running shoe against the ground, wanting to say something but not finding the words.

“Is everything alright?” Akira asked.

Lilly opened her mouth, but her hearing picked up a sound that made her close it. The engine of a car, no, a van. It pulled into the parking lot and picked the spot nearest the sisters, and a familiar voice soon greeted them.

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Akira frowned at the interruption, watching how Lilly’s melted expression had completely faded as the van pulled up and the driver exited.

“Good morning, girls,” Meiko Ibarazaki bade, getting out of the car, swiftly moving around to the back.

“Good morning, Meiko,” Akira returned.

“Good morning, Mrs. Ibarazaki,” Lilly bowed. It was not graceful, bringing attention to just how much trouble she now had with her waist, and brought Akira’s attention to the fatty buttcrack which peaked over the top.

Eyes darting towards Meiko, Akira reached over and snatched the waistband of her sister’s shorts, tugging them up to cover the blueberry’s cheeks.

Lilly’s eyes went wider, a comedic expression that wasn’t quite funny filling her face before she seemed to notice that Meiko was too busy to notice.

The woman unlatched the back of the van and said, “Alright, let’s go young lady. I want to hear how you gave it your all today!”

“Mooom,” Emi whined. The van shook, squealing on its suspension as one of the otherfattest women in the world slowly slid out of the back, creaking the rear suspension.

While smaller than Lilly, Emi Ibarazaki was certainly over four hundred pounds, likely on the higher end of that exceptional number. Like Lilly, she had an incomparable amount of weight in her hips and her thighs, though she had a much smaller tummy and far smaller breasts. Even if they were still four times the size of Akira’s…

Emi’s running outfit fit nearly as poorly as Lilly’s did. A pair of stretched out yoga shorts left not a pound of her bottom-heavy frame to the imagination, while an ill-fitting top resembled a fatty sports bra. Stretch marks scared her around her lower tummy, with little marks showing fatty dimples on a doughty ass though the girl’s tight black shorts.

“Come on, come on,” Meiko helped her daughter out of the truck. “You can finally go running on your new prosthesis that Mister Hisao sent for you.”

The prosthesis, a thick pair of running blades that bent questionably far underneath the massive girl’s massive legs, but made hardly any noise as Emi moved forward. She held her arms to either side, obviously unused to the blades, or perhaps more unused to carrying so much weight from a standing position, her thighs striking together with each fatty step.

“There you go,” Meiko said pleasantly. “Like riding a bike. Now we just have to get you up and out more, so you’re not sitting around eating chocolate all day.”

Akira twisted. “She’s still been eating chocolate? They’re supposed to be dieting.”

Shrugging, Meiko simply said, “The girls were each given a lifetime supply. It’d be a shame not to use it, at least before she was able to really work out.”

Akira the noticed what suspiciously looked like flecks of chocolate on Meiko’s cheeks. She then felt her eyes fall direct towards the mother’s stomach.

“Come on, Lilly,” Emi said impatiently. “Let’s get going.”

Lilly frowned. “We can’t start yet, we’re still waiting for-”

“Finally!!” called an excited voice.

As pale as snow, and as thick as a glacier, Misha Mikado excitedly wobbled over to the group. Even the pink in her long drill shaped hair had been lightly touched with markings of whiteness, while her marshmallow skin looked softer than any pillow Akira had ever laid upon.

Misha was also noticeably fatter than last time, now appearing almost as thick as Emi. She wore a formfitting pair of lazy day sweats and a bright white shirt beneath a deep purple hoodie. “I’ve been up since morning waiting for you two!”

“You haven’t been outside, have you?” Lilly asked. “Your skin would get all gooey.”

“Nope!” Misha laughed loudly, “I’ve been sitting in the lounge next door eating chocolate and watching TV with Graham!”

Groaning, Emi muttered, “Tell me you didn’t bring your pet outside your room again.”

“She has,” Lilly stated. A second later, Akira could hear the heavy snort of the approaching reptile before it came into view. As pure white as his owner, the marshmallowgator plodded around Emi’s van and towards the group. The tough ridges on his back were marked with honey colored graham crackers, and he fixed the group with intelligent albino eyes as he made his way towards his master.

“Who’s a good boy,” Misha asked brightly. “Who’s mommy’s little angel?”

Graham snorted, rubbing his nuzzle against Misha’s leg affectionately.

Lilly bent down, her belly cutting into two rolls over her blobby blue knees, to rub her hand over the back of the marshmallowgator. “Good morning, Graham,” she said, earning her a head nuzzle as well. Graham seemed to have a special affection for the largest of the girls.

Akira noticed the heightened discomfort of Meiko, who’d obviously not seen the marshmallowgator before. Akira gave her a meaningful shrug. “Well,” she spoke up, “we best be leaving you girls to it.”

“Yeah,” Emi put her pudgy fists onto her wide hips, “we should get him inside before the police are called again.”

“Awe,” Misha cooed, “but he wants to go get parfaits with us! Don’t you, you lil cutie?”

“Parfaits?” Meiko and Akira asked at the same time.

Misha’s amber eyes went suddenly wide before Emi’s fat fingers punched her in her wobbling belly. “O-oh!” she exclaimed. “I meant to-”

“She means for herself,” Lilly stepped in. “Since Emi and I are on restrictive diets… Although,” she growled out of the side of her mouth, “they might not have been as restrictive as I’d been led to believe...”

Emi laughed nervously, tapping her fingers together.

A blueberry, a marshmallow, and a complete butterball, all lined up into an overweight line.

Speaking loudly so each girl could hear, Akira clapped her hands. “Alright, listen up,” she told them. “Have any of you,” she looked over to Meiko to make sure she was included, “looked at that document that you girls signed?”

“Nope!” Misha brightly claimed.

“No,” Emi sighed.

“Hisao sent me a braille copy,” Lilly said.

It was followed by a long, blueberry-sized pause.

“I-I still haven’t had a chance to go over it yet, though…” she admitted.

Akira nodded. “Alright, well, in the documentation it claims that each of you, as you are affected by your conditions, will gain weight remarkably easily. It’s to do with the contents from the factory still being in each of your systems,” she explained.

Emi noticeably cringed, her fists palming out over her thick thighs.

“Misha and Lilly, you guys don’t have a real easy fix. That’s why you’re supposed to try and get down to your previous weight, sweating out the tea and working off the… err…”

“Fluff!” Misha beamed, and Graham snorted happily.

“Fluff,” Akira repeated. Then she turned to Emi. “You, just need to get back to your previous weight, and you’ll be golden.”

Misha put a hand over her mouth and jokingly whispered, “She means you’ll get turned into a honeypot,” and stuck a white finger into Emi’s fat gut.

The tiny butterball stuck out her tongue at her marshmallow companion, her twin tailed hair shaking rapidly. “It’s just a bunch of chocolate! I can work it off in no time!”

“I wish I contained your enthusiasm,” Lilly sighed.

“You’re full enough as it is,” Misha laughed, her hands in her pocket and a grin on her face.

The blueberry snorted, making her noisy belly audibly slosh. “Just you wait till you’re my size, parfait girl.”

“Girls, please!” Akira called them back to attention. Each one of them straightened, a titanic show of wobbling tummies. “You need to pay attention, and you need to follow the rules. Misha and Lilly, you especially need to be wary. If your bodies act up-”

“Yeah, we got it. No chocolate!” Emi proclaimed, rolling her eyes. “Can we just get moving, I’ve been itching to run for weeks!”

Frowning, Akira finally relented. “Alright… I hope your workouts go well,” she said. “And Lilly, your phone is in your purse. If you need anything.”

Lilly smiled. “I’ll be fine, Akira. I promise.”

Akira nodded. “Alright.” She turned to Meiko. “What are you going to be up to, today?” she asked.

“Oh, my,” Meiko put a hand to her cheek. “Emi’s charming young friend offered to come by the flower shop today. He said he had a special shrub he could show me, something that could blossom into some sort of magnificent tree.”

Akira groaned. “Tell that bastard he owes me for a new bed,” she said, then noted Lilly’s grimace. “I’m going back home to read the contract further. You have your guide with you in your purse as well, beneath your candy cane.”

“Thank you, Akira,” Lilly bade. She bowed once more, and Akira noticed her low-ridding shorts creeping down her sides, but could do nothing about it. She hoped her sister would notice before being completely exposed.

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With a final “Good luck!” the elder pair departed, leaving the overweight trio standing in the parking lot along with their pet oddity.

“Well, that was a close call,” Misha giggled.

“Yeah, way to go, big mouth!” Emi jabbed her in the shoulder. It didn’t even phase Misha, her soft bouncy flesh simply absorbed the impact without worry. “You’re not even dressed for running, you look like you just woke up!”

“I did just wake up!” Misha defended.

Lilly chuckled, moving forward so her belly would interject between the two. “I have to admit, my sister has a point. Our workouts have been waning, lately. Perhaps we have been… lacking in our duties.”

“Pffft,” Emi snorted, “you’re just bothered because I finally out ate you in chocolate yesterday.”

Lilly’s blue eyes darkened. “That is not…” she shook her blonde head, “Have you seen the size of me, today? You only won yesterday because my stomach had shrunk. I have eaten more chocolate than you almost every day for the past three weeks, while still losing weight!”

“I can’t exactly sweat out mine!” Emi shot back. “I can’t wait till you lose the last of that tea and then find out you’re still as fat as I am.”

Lilly scoffed. “That will never happen.” Then, her gaze dropped, suddenly aware of her heart’s heavy beat. She gripped her chest, paying attention to the tightness of her tummy, but thankfully felt nothing. “At this rate, I’ll keep blowing myself back up.”

She heard Emi’s sigh, then felt as the butterball took her blueberry arm. She was more than aware of her affect on the girl, and could hear Emi’s chocoholic senses finally dribble away as she was overcome with the scent of juicy blueberries.

“Come on, you. It’s the first time I’ll be able to run, and I’m gonna run. We should do at least a few laps today. And you’ve gotta actually run this time, okay?”

Lilly felt her trundling tummy quaver as she moaned, “I hate running,”

“Do you hate being a fatass?” Emi asked.

“I don’t!” Misha spoke up. She hurried along to Lilly’s other side, taking her other arm. Squishy, soft, it was almost as if Misha were a walking, talking, and very actively eating, pile of cream. She squished against the much firmer Lilly, bobbling back and forth as she continued, “I love being a big ol’ softie. Isn’t that right, Graham?”

From behind them, the gator snuffled cheerfully.

Guided by her two heavyweight friends, Lilly couldn’t help but laugh. “At this rate, I’m beginning to think it’s our fate,” she admitted, but she was smiling. “Can we still get ice cream after this?”

“Of course!” Misha bobbed. “And we can have some of my chocolate and watch some shows later, too!”

The trio waddled along arm in arm, thicker than an ocean of melted milk chocolate in their fatty friendship. Someone’s stomach gurgled hungrily, and each girl believed it was their own. Thoughts of delicious chocolates, yummy marshmallows, and luscious blueberries floated through their minds.

“You know, if it’s like this, maybe that fate won’t be so bad.”