Chapter 2

Over the next week, Flint continued to fill out orders. Making it rain 3 meals a day every day. At some point, as a favor to a friend, he made it rain ice cream, giving the whole town an ice cream snow day. Whilst enjoying himself in the ice cream, Flint sees Sam Sparks, hungrily gobbling up huge scoops of ice cream. Once he enters her field of view, she quickly stands up straight and, with a big happy grin on her face, excitedly greets him, "FLINT!"

Sam has grown a LOT in the past week. For starters, she's tall as fuck for some reason. The top of Flint's head is now level with the bottom of her boobs. More importantly, though, she's gotten much, much fatter. Her belly now sticks out VERY far, at least twice as far as her breasts. Her breasts, which are both bigger than her head, despite her chubby cheeks and fat double chin now making her head much bigger. She's still wearing the same pink tanktop, baby blue blouse, black stretch pants, and white belt she's been sporting since she got here, though obviously in a much, much bigger size. Even so, she's clearly overdo to go clothes shopping again, as both her tank top and blouse seem to ride up over her massive gut, revealing quite a bit of fat.

With an adorable smile and ice cream all over her cheeks, she picks Flint up and gives him a hug. The inventor is once again in heaven as he squeezes against this huge mass of soft, squishy fat. Only now it's softer, squishier, and MUCH fatter. Her plump arms are wrapped around him, forcefully burying his head in her perfectly soft, perfectly plump, perfectly round breasts. Her belly is so big, he can actually straddle his legs around it like a horse. She continues, "This is so good! It's amazing! You even designed the ice cream to accumulate into scoops! I don't know how you're gonna top this!" "Hehe, maybe with...hot fudge?" He jokes, pulling his head away so she can actually hear him. "OH MY GOD! Could you do that?" she looks down at him excitedly, her adorably fat double chin bulging out in the process. "Um...yeah, I guess I could use an AI to track where all the big scoops are and drop hot fudge onto those locations." He ponders. "Or, you could have the machine just look at where it already dropped the scoops and drop the fudge there." Sam suggests. "...Actually, that'd probably be much easier." She giggles, then sets him down.

"Hey, Flint!" a kid calls, "You wanna be in a snowball fight with us?" Flint hesitates. "Flint, what's the problem?" Sam asks. "I've never...actually been in a snowball fight." He admits. "What? How could you have *never* been in a snowball fight?" "Um..." "Here, first you roll up a ball of snow..." she demonstrates, bending over and rolling some ice cream. In doing so, her massive boobs hang down and wobble around, while her gut not only hangs to the ground but bulges against it, her fat spreading out in all directions. Flint can't help but notice that, due to her tall legs and gigantic rear end, she's the same height as him while bent over. As she stands back up, cradling 3 snowballs between her arms, she throws one at a mail collection box, one at a trash can, and one at an ice cream cone someone was eating, somehow hitting the cone in a specific way such that it knocks out and replaces the middle of 3 scoops. The person eating it pauses momentarily, shrugs, and continues licking their ice cream. "Now you try!" Sam says eagerly. Flint scoops up and throws 3 snowballs, one hitting a telephone pole, one also hitting the ice cream cone (though instead of replacing one of the scoops, it just knocks the cone out of his hands), and the third hits Sam's exposed gut, bounces off of it, and hits Flint square in the face. "That's what you get!" she giggles, wiping the ice cream off her gut and licking it from her hands. She then rolls up a bigger snowball and chucks it at Flint. Just as he's about to retaliate, one of the kids throws a snowball at Flint. "Hey, Flint, are you gonna join us or not?"

Flint eagerly joins the snowball fight. And probably enjoys it a bit too much, throwing snowballs at people who aren't even in the fight. Sam, meanwhile, after eating a bit more ice cream, prepares for her first internationally broadcasted news piece. She tries covering her belly, first pulling down her shirt, then pulling up her pants, both to no avail. Manny sets up the camera, tilts it up so he can get the large weather girl in shot, then starts rolling. "I scream, you scream, we all scream for Flint Lockwood’s latest tasty town-wide treat," she says, giggling slightly, "with flurries of frozen fun on what the mayor declared to be an ice cream snow day." At the bottom of the screen it says "Sam Sparks, Senior Food-Weather Correspondent". People watch from all over the world, in awe of the food weather phenomenon on screen. Though admittedly, many can't help but be silently shocked at Sam herself, and how the cute, super perky 23 year old managed to blimp up to such an enormous size, and in such a short amount of time. She continues, "The mayor would also like invite everyone in the world to catch a cruise liner and come on down this Saturday for the grand opening of Chewandswallow, a town that is truly--" Her announcement is interrupted by something hitting her. Flint, thinking he could be sneaky this time, throws a snowball at Sam from behind. Though this time, it hits her in her butt, immediately bouncing off and once again hitting him in the face.

She does feel it though, and after turning around she excitedly says "Oh! There he is!" She grabs him and pulls him into another squishy hug. Manny has to zoom the camera out to catch both Sam and Flint in the shot. "The world's greatest inventor, and the world's CUTEST inventor, Flint Lockwood!", she slightly tightens her grip in tune with her saying 'cutest'. "And," she adds, "the genius solely responsible for this amazing ice cream!" she gestures to a giant scoop of ice cream, which she proceeds to start eating. "Sherioushly, thish ish the greatesht ice cream I've ever had!" Flint says something, but it's completely muffled by Sam's fat belly. "That's right!" Sam says, not actually knowing what he said, "This IS food worth [nom] traveling across [mmm] the globe for! With its...[mmm]" she quickly gets distracted, letting go of Flint, turning around, then both-handedly shoveling huge scoops of ice cream into her hungry mouth. "[Mmmh] Flint, erm, why don't you tell the good people at home how that wonderful machine of yours works?" she asks, handing him her microphone. "Wha, oh, uh, right! Sure!"

So Flint shyly explains to the viewing audience how the machine turns clouds into food, while Sam in the background puts on a very distracting display. "RIIIIIIIIIP" Flint hears, before turning around to see the seams on the sides of her pants have burst open, freeing huge amounts of jiggling thigh flesh. Soon after, buttons start popping off her blouse, her belt bursts off again, and even her necklace breaks off after an exceptionally big gulp of ice cream. After just over a minute, the giant woman finishes devouring the giant scoop of ice cream, a look of satisfaction and not an ounce of regret on her face. She straightens her shirt, wipes the ice cream off her face, and turns around (accidentally hitting Flint's face with her butt). "Well, you heard it here folks!" she says, grabbing the microphone, "a wonderful invention by a wonderful mind! With today's scoop for the weather news network, I'm SAAAAAAM SPARKS!"

"Flint, that was great!" Sam says, looking down at her crush. "Really?" "Yeah! Well, I mean, I didn't hear most of it, but I assume it was pretty good!" He blushes, then rubs the back of his neck, "H-hey, um, Sam." "Yeah?" "I, uh, was wondering if...maybe, you would like to go on an....um...activity, with me?" "I'd love to!!" she says giddily, "I'll meet you at noon! But first, you gotta---" "Um, actually, I-I can't meet you today. B-but I'm free tomorrow, is 1 good for you?" "Absolutely!! 1 is great for me! IF..." she says, leaning over to get closer to him, "you top all these giant scoops in hot fudge like you promised..." "Um, y-yeah! I'll get to that right now." he smiles at her. "YAY!!!!" she starts jumping up and down excitedly, the ground shaking beneath her, "This is gonna be SOOOOO tasty! Thank you soo much! This is gonna be the best breakfast ever!!!"


The next day, they both meet up on a grassy hill. "FLINT!" she says excitedly, holding her hands out for another hug. Only instead of lifting him up and smothering him in her generous bosoms like usual, she instead reaches her arms out...and that's it. She has grown a LOT since yesterday, and at this point, she can no longer reach past her enormous belly. After she struggles for a few seconds to grab him, Flint reaches out and grabs her hands, and she pulls him into a hug. Which probably lasts a bit too long for two platonic friends.

After their hug, they both walk together. Flint can't help but stare at the gigantic lady next to him. Some would say it's rude to stare, but it's pretty hard to look away when the person in question is 1½ times your height, has weight in the quadruple digits, and creates loud booming sounds with every step she takes. And especially so when the girl in question is as adorable as Sam is right now. She's wearing the same clothes she usually does, though without the blouse or belt, leaving her just with a pink tank top and black stretch pants.

"Whatcha thinking about?" Sam asks, as she catches him staring. "Oh, um, I was just gonna ask...h-how did you enjoy that hot fudge yesterday?" "It was amazing! I kept going back for seconds, ice cream scoop after ice cream scoop! I must've lost count of how many I had." Flint gulps. That would explain A LOT. She continues, "I didn't stop until, at some point, I realized the out-of-sighter had scooped me up with the rest of the ice cream! But thank god you installed that fail-safe that prevents it from launching people!" "Ah ha, yeah, g-good thing I thought to do that..." he lies. He never implemented such a fail-safe. What she was describing was her completely defeating the load bearing capacity of his machine. He'll have to look at that later.

She giggles, "But yeah, that's pretty much all I've been up to yesterday. Oh, I also went clothes shopping. The clothes I had before were starting to get a *liiiitle* bit too tight." This was an understatement. By the time she finished her ice cream binge, her clothes were practically torn to shreds. "So," she says, "where are we going?" "Oh, nowhere, I just thought it’d be nice for the two of us to...go on a walk together. Like you do...as friends."

Just then, they approach something big: a gigantic jello mold, at least 3 stories tall. "Oh my, what's that?" Flint asks, pretending to be surprised. Sam gasps, excitedly sprinting up to the giant gelatin mold, the vibration in her footsteps accidentally knocking Flint over, "Jello is my FAVORITE! Flint, did you do this JUST for me??" He struggles to get up, "Y-yeah. Well, you told me when we met how much you love jello, I---" "Flint, you have NO IDEA how much I LOVE jello." she interrupts. She then starts grabbing giant handfuls of jello and shoveling them into her mouth (first having to press her belly against the jello mould so she could even reach it).

"Hey, you know there's an inside, right?" Flint says. "Really?" "Y-yeah, let me show you..."