Chapter 135 - #135 /the waitress/

With that one click, the busty blonde expanded outwards. An audible gurgle coming through the speakers as her stomach instantly churned it’s content into flab. Her belly rather than shrinking inwards expanded outwards. Jiggly and soft rather than hard and round, straining against the middle buttons of her work uniform. Pale flesh poured out of the gaps. Her thighs wobbled softly as they expanded and began to press together, thick and soft. Her rear becoming soft and cellulite ridden yet not getting any larger. Even her arms developed a perceptibly jiggly constitution. Her face softening up with plump cheeks and the hint of a double chin. Of course, the crowning jewels of her figure took the most girth of all. Her breasts popping off the last of the buttons containing them in a tidal wave of wobbly tit flesh. Her bloated breasts flopping onto the counter in front of her by the gravity of their own girth. She was portly and round indeed. Her outfit totally wrecked and borderline unchaste. Her figure dominating bust, propped up on her jiggly belly which was pouring out the top of unbuttoned shirt, her only saving grace that they distracted from the stains covering the rest of her uniform.

Laura leaned backwards with a decidedly smug countenance about her. Taking her hands off the keyboard and placing them theatrically on the armrests created by my thick thighs. The feeling of her fingertips digging into the flab of my thighs causing me to blush a little. But not as much as I did when she leaned her head back fully, resting it atop my plumped bust. It was relatively impressive by most people's standards. Yet inadequate compared to those on the screen. Though I suspect the quality of them as pillows was probably fairly pleasant none the less. “Okay...sure but what was even the point, I mean it was hot, but I doubt that’s a factor for you?” I asked her trying to keep a steady voice as my girth allowed her to use me like a sunchair. “Just watch the screen and find out, I said my work was done, not that I had accomplished my goal yet” Laura said with a level of cryptic tone that was probably specifically thought to witches to make them more ominous. I huffed like the inferior feeling little sister I was, but still turned my attention back to the screen, far too curious.

Kirsten panted a bit clutching her tits up in her soft arms holding them together to conceal her nipples. The process creating a tide of tit flesh which overflowed her grasping arms. Across the room Eliza and Penny continued their slightly raucous discussions. “Honestly I was pretty jealous of you, you had that tight flexible body of yours, these things just bob up and down and get in the way of stuff” Eliza said thrusting her own chest out in a process that made their heft all the more apparent. The waitress watched on eying the conversation with clear unabated interest. Laura wasn’t even pushing a button. Yet I could see Kirsten begin to blush. Running a finger along some of the chocolate sauce coating her left tit and sucking it clean. “Not to mention that washboard of a stomach you rocked, mine was always a little squishy, but you had like a four pack” Eliza continued to compliment the contrastingly enormous ex cheerleader. Her words prompting Kirsten to grab another full handful of cake and stuff it down her greedy lips.

“No, I was a twig, my measurements were a straight line, but you had that soft silhouette of yours that made everyone want to grab a part of you and squeeze” Penny said her cheeks a little flush herself. Some of her old manic energy returning to her eyes, albeit this time as a force for good. Kirsten loaded up another slice and scoffed it down, blushing with scorching intensity, and beginning to rhythmically squeeze the flabby tits between her arms. “Those fat tits of yours used to bounce around, so jiggly and fun looking, half the straight girls wanted to squeeze em just to feel like what it’d be like” Penny continued making tiny grasping motions with her chubby palms for emphasis. Kirsten’s pace continued as she grabbed another cake slice and began to double fist them. Her soft jiggly belly becoming rounded and gradually bloating up with size beneath her gluttony. “And then they just kept getting bigger and bigger, like someone was inflating them up with a pump just to see how sexy they could make you” Penny explained grasping the sides of her own tits and making a motion of expansion. Her words impassioned and manically honest. Kirsten finally let out a deep audible moan, her thick thighs rippling as she tensed with release. Full belly jostling and jiggling, fat tits bouncing. Another orgasm, and without any L.B.L UP interference.

“So, it’s permanent...that’s actually rather impressive” I said balking a little at my sisters' ingenuity in using a piece of technology she hadn’t known how to turn on. “You trained her so that now she’ll be easily aroused by the things she experienced today, including stuffing her face, she’s going to become a blimp and I won’t have to do a thing” I explained allow doing my best to keep my voice at ordinary platonic levels. It was as hot as it was impressive. It seemed Laura had me beat even at my own game. The smug air she emanated resting her head against my chest was downright infuriating. But not quite as infuriating at the question still burning in me. “But why?” I asked for what felt like the thousandth time. “Because of what’s about to happen” she said stifling a yawn with her palm her eyes as glued to the screen as mine. On screen Kirsten had finally moved from her postion, gently wiping off the most notable stains with the sleeve of her shirt. It was difficult to look presentable with as flabby and jiggly a body as hers. Especially when you were rocking more popped seams than a fashion outlet the day after thanksgiving. But the blond did her best, stuffing her bust down her top and pulling the sides together just enough to make it almost presentable. Then waddled her way over to where the two other busty blondes in the room were waging their compliment war.

To say Kirsten looked different would’ve been quite the understatement indeed. Her thin but unexercised figure had been replaced. Buried beneath an expansion of lard brought on by stuffing her horny body full of fattening calories. A belly bulged and jiggled over the point where there had once been a mostly toned middle. Her top having ridden up over it and her skirt being almost concealed by its doughy overhang. Most prevalent though was the clear changes in how she was acting. The clean kept and meticulous ice queen had melted into a puddle. Her frost pale cheeks were the color of strawberry ice cream, her once pouting lips, bit preemptively out of sensual arousal and stained with chocolate frosting. Her once distant analyzing eyes now wide and filled with a quiet sort of sensual interest. “I’m sorry for interrupting, but I just had to say, you’re both so sexy I don’t even know why you’re arguing” the blonde explained, the words drizzling out of her mouth like buttercream from the dispenser. Both of the other women turned to one another in confusion. The motion sending ripples through their table bound breasts. “Can I take a seat?” she asked, her knees shaking a little, thick thighs wobbling against one another. Too baffled to enunciate words of agreement, Penny simply nodded as Eliza looked smugger than a corporate twitter account.

As the middle weight softy placed her wobbly rear onto one of the establishments inadequate chairs, I could see the duo share a look of confusion. “I know you two were talking in the past tense, but even right now you’re both so big and confident, not to mention your chests, I used to think mine were big but obviously not” The waitress rambled allowing her own heaving chest to fall on the table. Which shuddered at the impact of her mammaries but seemed to survive the extra weight. She was lugging around the smallest rack on the table, but was slightly fatter than Eliza. “Well if you think we’re so pretty why were you trying to get us to stop eating earlier” My lover questioned with a smug countenance. As a person aware of the waitresses new found girth, she was reveling in victory. “Honestly....I’ve been kind of unsure of my sexuality for a while now, super deep in the closet” the waitress explained quickly, some of her degenerate fire put out. “You were both so hot, it forced me to face the fact that I found you attractive...and that sort of pissed me off I guess” she explained scratching the back of her head apologetically.

With those words It finally snapped into place. Obviously, she had read the girls sexuality through her aura, possibly even her conflict. It was never about punishing her for being rude. It was about getting her so hot and bothered she couldn’t bury those feelings. She couldn’t even eat them, though she certainly tried. Sure, she’d probably be a hair trigger horny feedee, with a tendency to eat in bed. But nobody could argue it wasn’t better to the alternative. Even with the prodigious bulk it had already earned her. I let out a sigh, partially of disappointment and partially of awe. Even playing the same game we were simultaneously similar and totally different. “Well anyways, now that she’s letting the rainbows pour out of her closet...I think I’m about done here” Laura said lackadaisically. Kick a foot out towards the power button to turn it off. I leaned forward to block her. Wondering if a threesome wasn’t going to spring out of the new found friends. As she made her move, I made mine. And with a mighty creak and a sound like a gunshot, there was a pop. Followed by a sensation of plummeting