chapter 7

Melissa sat in the chair, her exposed upper half speckled in the thick liquid.

The hose was tied directly to her mouth, with nowhere for it to go. The funnel fed directly into her gullet, the juggernaut of weight gain shake headed directly into her enormous appetite.

Kennedy stood over top of her, holding the extra large blender. Ice cream, brownie mix, heavy cream, Mass Gainer protein powder. The thick liquid slid down Melissa's throat, despite her moans and groans. Her hands were tied behind her back, but Kennedy could tell she desperately wanted to break free and cradle her swollen orb.

The tiny wooden chair underneath Mel was encapsulated by her soft adipose. The angry red stretch marks patterned her porcelain skin. The small brown eyes twinkled, despite being swallowed up by her fattened face. In nothing but an ill fitting sports bra and torn jean shorts, Mel had grown disgustingly overweight. The dripping of her own formula for fatness spilled onto her massive F cups and onto her rounded gut.

Kennedy looked down at her, her own obesity on full display. Her massive hips and soft belly glistened in anticipation in the light; the dimpled texture was now over-pronounced as the blonde bimbo had blown to bigger proportions. After watching Melissa struggle to gulp down the latest pour, Kennedy gave into her own gluttony and slurped a healthy sip from the weight gain shake herself.

Mel had just clocked in at 242lbs. She stared down at her blimping friend:

"50lbs in two months, you really are my insatiable little piggy aren't you?" The blonde girl beamed.

Melissa wriggled and moaned in ecstasy, unable to respond due to her blocked mouth hole. She squeezed her thighs together in pure bliss and desperate need.

Kennedy chuckled a low, dominant laugh. "At this rate, you're gonna be as big as me by the summer time."

Ken raised the rest of the weight gain shake to her mouth, and whilst rubbing her 300 pound belly in sensual slow circles, downed the rest of the fattening formula. She ripped a huge burp and patted her now hanging flesh.

Melissa shook her head vigorously, signalling for the mouth funnel to be removed. Kennedy obliged slowly, unclipping the voluptuous vortex and pressing a hand against Melissa's belly. It was so warm and fat -- but all Kennedy could think about was how it would never be this small again.

Melissa leaned back, sighing, panting, stifling a burp. She stared Kennedy in the eyes:

"I'm gonna blow right past you. Just watch."

Kennedy's eyes widened and her clitoris hummed.

Melissa broke free of her bonds, lifted her big gut in two hands, and cooed with sincerity and lust:

"Soon, I'll be even bigger than you."

They met lips, the sweet smell of sugar and gluttony on their tongues.

With a small moan, Kennedy awoke. It was dark. 3:24am. She was sweaty. She was breathless. And she was soaking wet through her tiny underwear.

Melissa snored softly beside her in bed. The two had binged on homemade pizzas and wine, and Mel had crashed in Ken's bed. The two girls barely fit under the covers these days.

What a dream. It was intoxicating.

Melissa rolled over and pressed her warm body against Kennedy's wide figure.

Kennedy could feel where her belly pooled onto the bedsheets, brushing the side of her hips.

It took everything in her power not to touch herself right there and then. Her crotch was screaming to be stroked.

Instead, the 294lb heifer closed her eyes and imagined the image of Melissa, fatter than her, and addicted to a life of overconsumption and fattness. Both of them, the fat friends.

She imagined what it would be like to see Melissa grown past her. To teach her, care for her, and show her the ways of obesity.

This thought brought her solace, as she lay there. Her elbows vibrated the need for a climax, but she redirected the thought.

By the end of this school year, Kennedy would make Melissa fatter than her. In her minds eye, she imagined the interaction:

"Hey Ken, can I borrow some of your clothes? I've outgrown all of mine."

The thought alone brought Kennedy to a raging cum. She dozed off, slightly and sleepily reaching over and cupping Melissa's rapidly expanding belly.

This could not stay a dream. Kennedy vowed to herself that she would turn this fantasy into her living reality.