Chapter 132 - #132 /the new application/

She opened up the applications tab and our screen was once more filled with a crisp image of the two busty blondes in discussion. Both occasionally chuckling about something as they glanced at their empty plates. Based on the line of chocolate around Penny’s lips relearning etiquette was going to be a process. With a click of a button on a new audio button the ambiance of the restaurant began to pour out of my speakers. The light unoffensive soft pop and the occasional roar of an engine passing buy. The emptiness of the place granting it an almost cozy energy. An effect which was amplified by the clear comfort and proximity of the two main customers. Sure they were brought close together by the sheer amount of space Penny’s enormity took up. But looking at them smiling at one another you never would’ve realized how little they had actually hung out. The most Eliza had seen her was our almost relationship and even those meetings were so brief I could remember every conversation they had ever had. But I supposed they now had more in common that ever.

“Okay, so just out of friendly concern, there was no way that was enough to fill you up, It was barely enough to sate me” Eliza said with a charming air of camaraderie at her blonde dinner guest. Penny looking ever so slightly bashful. “I mean honestly no, but I figured it’d be kinda embarrassing to order way more than you did” Penny explained tugging at one of her blonde braid in a fidgety fashion. The small movement of anxiety amplified to an embarrassing extent by the rippling tides of her mountainous girth. “Alright, we’ll just split in a single one, and if you get the lions share, that’d be a funny coincidence right?” My lover mused aloud with a smirk. I didn’t get the vibe she was trying to feed Penny into deeper depths of obesity. I suspected it was just such an intrinsic part of Eliza’s nature it bled into even her “normal” interactions. Not that there was much normal with being on a cake date with a 600lbs girl. “I mean I’m sure you’ll eat your fair share, your not exactly a string bean either” Penny said bringing it up so casually as if it had been the case for as long as anyone could remember. Which for her was probably true. “Yeah I’ve been kinda thinking about that myself lately…” Eliza trailed off cryptically.

Though before my lover could elaborate further she paused to turn her attention to the golden haired waitress. Clearly back to retrieve their very empty plates. “We’ll be getting a full cake actually to split between us, Vanilla with buttercream” Eliza explained quickly with a reassuring glance to Penny who nodded quick and eager agreement. “That’s a lot food you sure you two need the extra helpings?” The waitress asked flatly. Her words seeming to create a block of silence around Eliza and Penny. Which was quickly filled with Eliza chuckling. “Well honey, with how much you’re price gouging, we figure we might as well get our moneys worth” Eliza said with a casual sort of shrug. Saying it in such a cordial and casual fashion one might have even missed the insult. Either the waitress did or she wan’t interesting in verbal sparring. Because she left quickly afterwards making her way back to the counter presumably to fetch the duos orders. Grabbing a base cream colored cake and putting it beneath a machine which began to dispense butter cream in a drizzle, seemingly for making top art. It was rapidly becoming clear why Laura was so interested in doing what we were about to do. But it seemed an awfully run of the mill batch of bitchy behavior to warrant Laura’s involvement.

“How do you hunger” Laura asked a calm sort of urgency to her voice. I leaned forward pushing my wobbly front into her in the process, almost dislodging her rear a little. Pointing over her shoulder I indicated the button for her. I expected her to just jam the button down but I watched with piqued curiosity as she brought the hungers rungs down two places. Releasing what was probably just a bout of feeling peckish onto the waitress. Rather than ask the questions of my big sister I watched as she hovered down to a new tool on the tool belt. A red symbol of a heart. “Are you sure want to use that, I don’t actually know what it does” I warned her, sitting up a little straighter on the exercise ball my interest piqued enough to warrant a change in posture. “You don’t know what it does but unlike my distracted little sister I actually read the prompt” she told me with an air of slight braggadocio that she knew something about the app I didn’t. “And as I was saying earlier, this is my show” Laura said opening up the pink heart tool, and setting it’s intensity to a one. Her mouse primed over it but not yet pushing the button, her gaze razor trained on the waitress. My attention pulled to the screen wondering what was about to happen to the rude blonde.

The waitress watched the cake be lined with butter cream with the certified indifference of customer service. Her eyes borderline half lidded till they opened wide, a slightly growl having emanated from her stomach. The blonde running her hand across her apron clad middle with slight concern. As she turned her attention back to the cake her eyes were wide open she even licked her lips a little. As she worked I could see her willpower waning as the desire to feast grew within her. Slowly and experimentally she reached an index finger into the thick stream, covering her digit and then retracting as if scandalized by herself. Slowly she brought the cream covered finger to her plump lips and began to suck on it. The motion punctuated by a click of the button from Laura. As the new tool was activated the woman’s irises widened and her stance shifted imperceptibly. The woman seeming surprised and once more chastised looking down at herself as if confused. Laura meanwhile clicked back onto hunger with methodical precision. It wasn’t all that surprising she had gotten the hang of it so quickly. But I was never the less glad for our proximity in light of it giving me the best view in the house for the show.

Laura moved the hunger blast up another bar and unleashed it again with a calculated tap. The blonde visibly gulping as her stomach let out an audible rumble of hunger. She eyed the gradually being overfilled cake with trepidation. As if warring with her own willpower. Laura holding her breath ever so slightly. Releasing it as the blonde succumbed to her urges. The waitress pushing an open hand under the sprayer and letting it build a small hill of cream on her palm before quickly retracting it. She stared at it for a few more seconds, before holding it up to her face and trying to consume it. There was really going to be no clean way to do it. But she seemed to be almost trying as she scooped the cream with her tongue and swallowed it down. Laura once more quickly changing panels to the new tool setting it up to a three before unleashing it upon her. As the new tool suffused she inhaled sharply swallowing down a mouthful of buttercream in the process. She started to rub her thighs off one another as she continued. As she licked the last of the butter cream from her hand a breathy moan escaped her plump lips, forced out by raw pleasure.

“It’s Arousal, that’s what the new application does” I said as I noticed her sudden and decidedly more sensual motions. “You may just be projecting a little” Laura said but there was a hint of humor to her voice that let me know it was right. If anything her choice in feature only made her motives even more nebulous. Not only did she seem to want this girl fuller and fatter but she wanted her horny while doing it. I knew what sort of use I’d have for such a feature but why my sister would want it was beyond me. The odds of her sharing my proclivities were almost non existent. There would’ve been signs given the amount of bulging bellies and popped seams within my life. “Is there any particular reason your turning her into an advertisement for whipped cream in the bedroom” I asked curiously having pretty much no clue on my own end. Leaning my bulk into her a bit more as if to menace the information out of her. “Rest assured your title of “Most Degenerate Sister” is well protected, It’s just the best method to get to my end goal your app provides” she explained as if this was a totally regular conversation. I was one part annoyed I couldn’t figure it out, and a second part a slightly offended at her calling my app limited. But before we could discuss it further she snapped back to attention sitting up straighter, obviously back to work.

The waitress had gotten back to work and had finally pulled the cake free of the butter cream dispenser and put it on a plate. With it gently in place she seemed ready to deliver it. Albeit slightly disheveled, with small cream stains running their way across her outfit. But before she could get back to her work she was interrupted by the next step in my sisters plan. Laura opened the arousal tool and jumped up it’s amount, from three to eight. I mused on cautioning her about L.B.L Ups scaling. But then realized that I would much rather see what was about to happen. With a press of a button the waitress’s knees buckled slightly, a loud and rather audible pant of arousal leaving her lips. The woman gripping the side of the counter for support. I figured she’d start grasping for her crotch, which might’ve been at least a little embarrassing if ghost mode wasn’t on. But instead I watched in surprise as her wide eyes turned to the butter cream machine instead. The girl trepidatiously approaching it and eying it with struggling intent. “The Pavlovian Effect” I voiced aloud to a smug chuckle from Laura. We both watched on screen as she slowly lowered her mouth below the dispenser