Chapter 3

They both enter the jello mold, and the giant weather girl is amazed by what she sees. The entire mold has a cathedral-like interior made entirely of jello. There's 2 stories and a very high ceiling, a jello pool with a slide and a diving board, and a large set of stairs leading to a balcony. "Whoooa," Sam says in astonishment, "but...how did you...?" "Oh, I just made it rain jello in the middle of the night then I gathered it all up with the out-of-sighter before everyone woke up and then I brought it here and pressed it into a gigantic custom-carved plastic tupperware mold I made..." he says quickly, "...No big deal..." He then rushes over to a piano and starts playing it, "Everything’s made of jello! This piano, those sconces, that ghetto blaster, that jello, that aquarium, that sculpture, that pool, that other sculpture, everything! C'mon, Sam, what are you waiting for?"

"Nothing!" Sam immediately responds with extreme excitement in her voice. She then starts excitedly jumping around the jello cathedral like a bounce house, each jump causing her voluptuous body to jiggle, wiggle, and bounce. "BOING! BOING! BOING! BOING!" she giddily exclaims. Everything on her that could jiggle does jiggle, from her gargantuan rear end to her adorable double chin. Flint found it difficult to ignore her plump breasts before, but with them jiggling around like they are now, there's pretty much no way he can look away. Though he would soon find his mind occupied with more pressing matters, because for each of Sam's surprisingly high jumps, a very noticeable ripple would form in the jello floor beneath her, similar to the ripples a pebble makes in a pond, but *much* bigger. And despite Flint being practically on the other side of the mold compared to Sam, each jump she takes causes him to inadvertently bounce up a little in the air. And as the morbidly obese reporter jumps closer and closer to the much smaller scientist, whose mass pretty much dwarves in comparison, his involuntary bounces become more and more pronounced. By the time she's right in front of him, each of her jumps sends Flint flying up to the ceiling. Very quickly, his train of thought has shifted from "Christ, those are some big boobs" to "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!" Isn't momentum fascinating? Lucky for Flint, there aren't any hard surfaces nearby.

As she waits for him to finish falling, she walks forward a little, then as the crazy-haired inventor is about to land on her massive belly, she grabs and hugs him. "I can't believe you did this all for me!" Flint, still shaken up, doesn't respond. "I don't think anyone's ever done anything this nice for me before!!" she squeezes his head tighter against her big boobies, "I'm CERTAIN nobody's ever given me a present this BIG before! Thank you thank you thank you thank you!" She jumps up and down repeating "thank you!", while Flint's body helplessly flops around atop something even bouncier than jello: Sam's fat. Her huge breasts bounce up and down, her huge arms jiggle all around, and Flints head gets buried deeper and deeper into both of them while she continues letting out her adorably high-pitched "thank you thank you thank you!"s. Despite everything, Flint was having the time of his life.

Just then, her stomach lets out a loud grumble. "Oooh, Flint, everything here is edible, right?" She loosens her grip a bit so he can speak, "Yeah, why?" "Good! I'm STARVING!" She sets him down and runs up to the piano. She then reaches out her arms and *tries* to start shoveling pieces of it into her mouth, but can't with her huge gut in the way. She keeps trying to reach it, both the jello piano and her fat body jiggling around as she attempts to figure out a position such that her arms can reach it obstacle-free. She tries getting closer to the piano, but that just pushes her belly closer to it and pushes the malleable jello instrument farther away. She tries leaning over, but that just makes her gut stick out further and the same problem continues. Finally, after settling on a position that involves laying on her belly, she makes quick work of the piano and it's gone in under a minute. "Wow...you were REALLY hungry..." Flint comments. "What do you mean *were*?" she asks, promptly running up to the jello statues Flint made. And she makes quick work of them, too.

Sam continues to enjoy herself. Constantly bouncing around, eating, bouncing around some more, eating some more, etc etc etc. "BOING! BOING! BOING!" she continues excitedly shouting. Flint soon retreats to the top of the staircase, trying to escape the influence of her massive jello quakes. Yet not long after, she sneaks up behind him, and pushes him down the stairs with her tremendous tummy. Lucky for him, said stairs are made of jello, so his fall was completely cushioned. But his luck soon runs out, as Sam loses her balance and falls down the stairs as well, landing smack on top of the poor scientist. She giggles, "Sorry, Flint, I meant to give you a surprise hug, but I guess I wasn't careful and knocked you down. If it's any consolation, I knocked myself down too, hehe." The adorably enormous weather girl gets up, and after several seconds, Flint follows suit. Somehow miraculously unharmed despite being crushed under a downright lethal amount of weight. He starts coughing. "Flint, are you okay?" "Yeah, I'm fine." "Oh, okay!" She then goes back to jumping around, eating, and unintentionally terrorizing Flint with her enormous body.

All things considered, Flint was also enjoying himself (though not anywhere near as much as Sam was). He had to admit he enjoyed watching her excitedly eat her favorite snack, he definitely enjoyed watching the rampant jiggling of her fat...well, everything. But most of all, he enjoyed seeing her beaming smile the whole time. Almost every time he sees her, she's pretty happy, but he's never seen her *this* happy before.


They've both been bouncing around and having fun for 4 hours. At this point, pretty much the entire interior has been consumed. The piano, the statues, the huge staircase, the pool slide, the pool chairs, the diving board, the ghetto blaster, the aquarium, even the pillars! Literally the only things left unconsumed are the walls, floors, and ceiling. "Hey Flint!" Sam calls to the very dizzy scientist, "come with me!"

Sam has changed a LOT in the past 4 hours. She's now twice as tall as Flint, for one thing. And her previously well-fitting clothes are now terribly too small. Her boobs are pretty much exploding out of her cleavage line, which has become visibly torn in the middle. Her leggings have, again, split along the sides, causing her fat thigh flesh to spill out. And her belly is completely exposed. It's just a giant ball of warm, jiggling fat, with maybe a bit of shirt covering up the very top. To top it all off, her double chin has become adorably big, bulging out under her real chin and highlighting her chubby face. Her once concave neck (the shape most necks are) has been encased in so much fat it's now completely convex, and in the most adorable way possible.

As requested, Flint walks up to the gargantuan weather girl. She holds out her arms to try to grab him, but again, her huge belly gets in the way. Flint reaches up and tries to grab her arms, but even that doesn't work! Her gut is just too big now, he can't reach past all that fat! Finally, Flint climbs up her belly and THEN she grabs him, wrapping her huge, meaty arms around his thin torso. She then, again, starts jumping up and down, up and down, taking bigger and bigger jumps each time, until eventually she has enough kinetic energy to jump up to the second floor. (Because in case you've forgotten, the stairs are gone)

They then both sit together on the balcony, enjoying the sunset together. "God, this has just been the perfect day." Sam says, having to tilt her gaze down a lot just to look Flint in the eyes. At her original size, she actually would've had to look up just to meet his gaze. They were almost the exact same height, but since Sam's legs were (still are) so much longer than his, her torso was shorter, so sitting down, she would've been much shorter than him. But now, things couldn't be more different. With how tall she's gotten, and especially with how humongous her ass has gotten, she practically towers over him. Her butt even forms a sizable dent in the jello beneath her.

"It has," Flint agrees, leaning on Sam's comfy tummy. She smiles, "so, jello, right? I mean, it’s a solid, it’s a liquid, it’s a visco-elastic polymer made of polypeptide chains but you eat it!?" Flint chuckles nervously, "yeah, it's....pretty great..." "So, Flint, how long have you been doing sciencey stuff?" "Well, ever since I was little, I was obsessed with making inventions...They usually didn't work...Well I mean, they did, but they'd always have sort of unintended consequence. Except the flying car, that one just flat out didn't work." She giggles as he says that. He continues, "But like, these spray on shoes, those were one of my first inventions. But they don't come off, so I've been wearing them since I was a kid." "Well, it sounds like you just need someone to help you out and give a second opinion on these things. Someone with foresight, can point out things you didn't think about! Preferably...someone smart, someone who knows about science..." she flutters her eyelashes at him, "maybe a beautiful weather girl?" He once again develops that enchanted look on his face, the same one he had when he first met her, "Y-yeah....that'd be awesome..." She smiles cutely at him, "and if you ask me, the FIRST thing you should've done after making those shoes was working on a universal spray remover." Flint chuckles, "Y-yeah, in hindsight that probably would've been a good idea." She giggles, "See? I'm already coming in handy!" Flint chuckles again.

"S-so what about you, Sam? How long have you been into science?" She giggles, "All my life! Since I was a little girl, I've been so fascinated by meteorology!" "Hmm...that's kinda odd...I mean not in a bad way, it's just--" "Yeah, most kids usually get into astronomy, or biology, or robotics, geology, even quantum mechanics (at least until they realize just how confusing it is). Not me, though, I was obsessed with the weather! All the other girls wanted a Barbie doll or one of their many accessories, but I wanted a Doppler Weather Radar 2000 Turbo!" "Did you ever get it?" "No, my parents said it was too expensive. So they got me a barbie doll instead!" she giggles, her double chin wobbling adorably in the process. "What about bullies? Didn't you have to deal with those?" "Ohhh yeah, big time. But like, only as a kid, not so much in high school. I guess people just get less shallow as you get older. Or maybe all the shallow people just find better things to do with their time." "I wish it was that way for me," Flint remarks, "I got bullied all throughout elementary, middle, and high school." "Aww, you poor thing!" she tries to hug him, but again, can't reach her arms far enough.

"Maybe things would've been different if we'd gone to the same high school..." she says. "y-yeah?" "Yeah..." she says, smiling, "I could show you how to *not* get bullied." "A-And we'd both do science stuff together!" "We'd get into all sorts of wacky shenanigans" "I'd make inventions-" "-that'd actually work!" she adds, giggling. "We'd hang out, like, all the time! We'd have been best friends!" She bites her lip, "or...maybe a little bit more?" Flint becomes flushed, "m-more?" "Yeah. I mean, I went through a few boyfriends in high school, but they were all kinda wads. It would've been nice if I had just gotten it right the first time." Flint's face reddens even more. "What? You don't think that'd happen?" she asks, giggling. He struggles to respond, "I um, I mean yeah, you know, if we have the right chemistry, of course, cuz..." he trails off nervously. Giggling, she continues, "Maybe one day, we're walking together in the hallway, as friends. But then suddenly, you press me up against my locker." "I-I do?" "Yeah. I mean, this is just how I think it'd happen. If it were to happen. You know, hypothetically." "Ah ha, yeah, right...hypothetically. S-so, what happens next?" "Well, I'm a little phased at first, but I soon lean into it, putting my hands behind your head, feeling your crazy hair in my hands. You then wrap your arms around my skinny waist, caress my curves." Flint, admittedly, was having a bit of trouble imagining all this. He remembers what Sam looked like when she was thin, but he'd become so used to the much, much, much bigger version of her that that's all he could think of. "You move your hands, put them behind my head, and feel my soft hair in your hands. I press myself closer against you, my small breasts firmly pressed against your chest. Then, in the heat of the moment, we..." she trails off. They both lean in for a kiss. Although they don't actually achieve it. The more Sam leans over, the more it causes her belly to bulge out, pushing Flint farther away. After a few seconds, they both open their eyes, and start angling and repositioning themselves, trying to just barely kiss each other. At some point, their attempted moment of passion is interrupted by Flint's phone.

FLINT. You. Have a call. Flint you have a call!

His ringtone says. "Oh, s-sorry, I gotta take this," he says. "O-oh...that's okay..." Sam pouts, disappointed. After hesitating for a moment, Flint throws his phone out the window, climbs up Sam's belly, grabs behind her head, and presses his lips against hers. Wide-,eyed and shocked at first, she soon closes her eyes and embraces it. She wraps her huge, meaty arms around him. They both run their hands through each other's hair. Sam soon lowers her arms, runs her hands along his waist, and pulls him closer to her. After a few minutes, she grabs his hands and places them on her breasts. He looks at her with an extremely flushed face. She giggles. After the scientist being practically frozen for 20 seconds, Sam helps him out, grabbing his hands and guiding them to rub in slow circles. She then puts her hands back on his back and lets him take it from there.


One hour later...