Chapter 4

Flint lays on Sam's enormous belly. They're both still trying to catch their breaths. And they're both naked. "God, that was good!" Flint exclaims, looking up at the jello ceiling while his body is partially buried in Sam's fat. "Yeah...I haven't done that in a while. Was it your first time?" "Yeah...You?" She giggles, "Second...First was in college..."

They both smile. Flint sinks deeper into Sam's belly fat, and Sam sinks deeper into the jello. She wraps her meaty arms around Flint, and they spend the next 10 minutes laying there, content.

"God, today has just been perfect..." Sam says. "It has," Flint agrees. "You know the one thing that would make it even more perfect?" Sam asks. "What?" "Some dinner! And I know just the place!" "But you just ate a ridiculous amount of jello!" Flint says, chuckling. Then, without saying anything, Sam's stomach grumbles loudly. Flint can feel it under him. He chuckles again, then they both put their clothes back on (Flint actually having to help Sam put her pants back on, what with her belly literally too big for her to reach past), and they both go to the restaurant together, with Sam leading the way.

Finally, they arrive at a restaurant, the sign saying "The Roofless". There's a spoiled, chubby man at the front of the line, complaining to the bouncer that he should be on the list and should be allowed in. "Hey Brian!" Sam waves to the bouncer, grunting cutely as she tries to squeeze her massive body through the door. "Um...may I help you?" the bouncer asks, confused and struggling to hide surprise at the giant woman before him. She giggles, "It's me! Sam Sparks!" His eyes widen further, "Um...right, here, let me take you to another door. Oh, and Flint, you can go on in." The whiny fat man complains, "WHAT? YOU'RE LETTING THAT GUY IN? THAT GUY'S A NERD!"

Flint walks in through the front door, while the bouncer takes Sam to the much bigger delivery door in the back. They both arrive at their table. Flint takes a seat, while Sam pushes her seat out of the way and sits on the floor, her massive butt filling the space from this table to the table behind it (causing the patrons behind her to switch tables), and filling the walkways to the left and right. Despite Flint sitting in a chair and Sam sitting on the ground, she's STILL taller than him. She can't reach the table past her belly, but that's okay, she just waits for some steak to land on her belly and starts digging in. "Kinda cool, right? There's no roof, so the food just falls onto the table." Sam says, through a mouthful of steak. "Y-Yeah, I know, I was a part of the project." "Oh, duh," she says, giggling, "Well, honestly, it's kinda dumb, though. I mean, the food was already falling from the sky, you're just paying to sit down and eat it." "Eh, I think maybe you're just paying for the atmosphere? I mean, it is kind of a nice place," Flint says, as he watches the hungry woman begin eating her second steak. Already, a third steak has fallen on her belly, causing it to jiggle heavily. Sam replies, "Well, yeah, but like, the flimimicher--" "FLDSMDFR" he corrects her. "The whatever, it basically produces an infinite resource [NOM]. And they're basically paying you to make it artificially scarce by having it only rain steaks over this exact restaurant." He chuckles, "I dunno, I guess it's probably best not to think about it too much. Also, if you don't like it, why'd you ask to come here?" "Well, first of all, I didn't ask you to come here, I *made* you come here," she says, giggling, "second of all, I just reeeeeally wanted steak!" "...That I can see." he says, watching her devour her third steak while 2 very large steaks fall on her belly, causing it to jiggle again.

"God, thish ish sho good!" she giggles, swallowing the rest of her current steak and grabbing one off her belly, "So tender, so juicy, [NOM]...sho big...and meaty..." Sam is currently staring at Flint with a smile on her chubby face, all the other patrons are staring at Sam in all her enormity, and Flint is staring at the huge steak on her belly. Not even at her belly, this humongous orb of fat which may very well weigh more than any human ever has. No, he's looking at the steak. Something about it doesn't seem right.

"Hey, Flint," she says, diverting his attention, "Are you excited for tomorrow?" she asks with a smile. He looks back up at her eyes, "Oh, yeah. Right. I'm, er, supposed to cut the ribbon tomorrow! At that one...ceremony." he says, his attention still not all the way there yet. She giggles, "The grand opening of Chewandswallow as an international tourist destination! And guess what? I got some special news for you!" He cocks an eyebrow. She continues, "Mayor Shelbourne said he was coming down with strep throat, so he called me and asked me to be the announcer in that ceremony!" "Oh...oh my god, that's great!" "Yup! He said I was the 3rd most famous resident here, with you being #2 and him being #1...I think he has a bit of an ego. Anyways, since you were already cutting the ribbon, he handpicked me to be the one to announce the grand opening! Needless to say, I accepted!" He smiles, "That's amazing! I'm so happy for y--"

Just then, a large steak lands on the table right in front of Flint. And it's now he realizes he's definitely not imagining things. Now that he sees the size of the steak relative to himself, he realizes the steaks are way bigger than he programmed them to be. Sam continues, oblivious to Flint's faltered attention, "Thanks, Flint! This is gonna be so good for my career! Eeeeeee!" she exclaims excitedly, "Hey, by the way, are you gonna eat that steak?" she asks hungrily. "Oh, no, you can have it," he says, first pulling off a sample and putting it in his coat pocket, then (struggling) picks up the heavy steak and sets it down on Sam's belly. She holds out her arms, but can't reach the piece of meat, "[RRGH] Flint, could you maybe move it a little closer?" He climbs up on the table and pushes the steak closer to her arms so she can grab it. "Ahh, thanks." "Um...hey, Sam, so, this is a little awkward, but...I kinda need to...um...head to the lab and run some important tests." She giggles, "That's fine! You do what you need to do!" "Y-you don't mind?" "Of course not! If you need me, I'll be here, getting my fill of these DELICIOUS steaks!" "Okay....um...did you...wanna hug right before we go?" he asks nervously. She giggles, then stands to her feet, reminding Flint of just how much she towers over him. She then backs up a bit, then falls forward onto her belly, picks up Flint, and pulls him into a tight hug. A very tight hug. Most of his body is practically buried between her lush breasts, and held in place by her fat, fat arms. A smile spreads across his face as he enjoys her softness.

After they release from the hug, Flint heads to his lab, and Sam goes back to hungrily eating the bountiful steak. On his way home, Flint notices the surrounding hot dog rain, and just how monstrously huge said hot dogs are. "AAAAH!" Flint exclaims, as a humongous hot dog, one bigger than Flint's entire body, plops down in front of him, "These are big hot dogs...".

Struggling, he carries the huge hot dog with him to the lab. He puts the small piece of steak under a microscope and puts the hot dog through a scanner. And both analyses come up with the same results. "No! No! No!....I mean...it isn't that bad, is it Steve?" His monkey, Steve, while sitting on the hot dog, turns to Flint with a face covered in mustard, "YELLOW!" "You're right, Steve! The dangometer IS in the yellow! I don't know what to do..."

"I do..." says a cute, feminine voice from in the shadows. Just then, the lovely Sam Sparks emerges, holding a giant hot dog, topped not only with ketchup and mustard, but also with 11 ice cream scoops, 3 donuts, and a slice of pizza. She giddily finishes her sentence, "...declare these hot dogs to be delicious!"

"WHOA!!!" exclaims Steve, who hadn't yet seen Sam this big (or anyone this big, for that matter). "How did you get in here?" Flint asks in shock as Sam walks closer to him, the ground shaking with her every step. "Through the elevator, silly!" she says, chuckling. "......How?" He asks, struggling to imagine how she could fit her enormous body into the entrance to the elevator, let alone the elevator itself. Giggling, she walks closer to him, a twinkle in her eyes as she smiles down at him, "Tomorrow's the big day, Flint. The entire town's fate is resting on your scrumptuous food-weather! I'm thinking pasta, some light apps? I know you won't let us down..." she says, snacking on the ice cream scoops on her hot dog. "Well...Sam, I-I think there's something you should see..." "Hmm?" she asks cutely, her mouth full of ice cream.

"Well, as I said before, this machine works by mutating the genetic code of water into that of the food you want." "Wait, water doesn't have genetic code...It's water." she replies. "Doesn't matter. What I neglected to mention was this dangometer over here," he points to a dial on one of his machines, "See, over time, the food becomes more and more mutated. This dangometer is supposed to measure how much the food is mutated. At first, it was green, but now it's in the yellow, and soon, it'll be in the red. The food has become way too over-mutated," he turns to Sam, "I think that's why the food has gotten bigger." Sam thinks for a bit, "Well yeah, but like, what's wrong with the food being bigger? Bigger is better! Everyone's gonna love these new portion sizes!" Sam then proceeds to swallow her entire giant hot dog whole. She doesn't even chew, she just slides it down her throat, swallows, then smiles down at the clearly awestruck Flint, "I know I do..." Flint's jaw drops, and his pants suddenly feel very tight.

After quite a while, Flint manages to regain his composure, "I...I dunno, Sam. The machine wasn't meant to handle this kind of load. The results of this new, overmutated food would be completely unpredictable, potentially dangerous, even. I....I think I need to shut down the machine for a few days. Turn it back on when everything's right." Sam's eyes widen in shock, "W-what? You're turning it off?!?" "I'm sorry, I think I have to," he says, slowly walking over to the computer. The thought of no food causes Sam's belly to suddenly emit a very, very loud grumble, as if going into self-preservation mode, "N-no. NO! I WON'T LET YOU!" she exclaims, sprinting to the computer, her massive body jiggling in the process, her gigantic posterior knocking over several contraptions and almost accidentally knocking over Flint. She holds her arms out to the sides and stands in front of the computer, her gargantuan body blocking Flint from reaching it.

"Sam, what are you doing?!" He asks, trying and failing to reach past her vast sea of fat. "I can't let you do it! I can't let you turn off the machine!" "W-why not?" "Because...um..." Sam thinks for a moment, trying desperately to convince both Flint and herself that she's not doing this solely out of gluttony and greed, "Because...because the town depends on that machine! I mean, think about it, what happens if all those people show up tomorrow and are greeted by empty skies? Even when you do get the machine working again, nobody will believe you! The town will lose its one and only chance to become a hit, successful tourist attraction, all my credibility as a reporter will be lost, and the town will go back to having sardines as it's only source of income! It'll basically be worse off than it was before!" "Wha....but I mean, we don't know what the foo--" "Exactly, we DON'T KNOW what'll happen if we leave the flimamager on, but we DO know what'll happen if we turn it off, and it's not good."

He ponders for a second. She continues, now calmer and with her arms down, "Look, I know you're probably nervous about tomorrow, but it's ok. You'll do great, I know it. All you gotta do is cut that ribbon and the town will be saved. Just think about it, think about what it'll do for us! For you, for me, the town. Chewandswallow will become a thriving tourist destination! You and I will make so much money from brand deals and stuff, you could even make a bigger, more expensive lab! Think of all the good you could do for the world with some extra funding! You could even mass produce the flinstaphers and solve world hunger!" Just then, the obese weather girl's tummy rumbles again. "And speaking of hunger," she says, leaning as far forward as she can, her massive breasts hanging down at eye level with Flint, "I've really, REALLY enjoyed the food from your machine, Flint. I don't think I could go a day without it! And I'm soooo excited for the delicious, humongous food you're gonna have ready for me--er, for the town tomorrow. Listen to my stomach, I'm practically starving!......You don't want your *girlfriend* to starve...do you?" she asks, letting her breasts wiggle slightly in front of his face. "G-g-g-g....girlfriend?" he says, his face a bright red blush. She doesn't respond, she just looks down at him knowingly. After a while of him not responding, though, she speaks softly, "Pleeease don't turn the machine off Flint. Please please please please pleeeaaaase!" she says, squeezing her boobs together with her elbows. " ...o-o-okay, I'll keep the machine on," he says, smiling up at her. "REALLY?! Really really? Oh thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you!" she exclaims, jumping up and down excitedly, accidentally slapping him with her large stomach as it bounces up and down with her. He chuckles, "Alright, move out of the way so I can place the order, okay?" "Is it gonna be pasta?" "Anything you want!" "Yay! Oh, by the way, can I eat that giant hot dog you were scanning?" He chuckles again, "Sure thing!" he says, typing into the computer. Eagerly, she grabs the huge hot dog and gobbles it right up. She then walks up behind Flint, rolls forward onto her belly, and wraps her massive, meaty arms around his chest. "What are you doing?" he asks her, smiling while still typing. "Nothing," she says, before planting a kiss on his cheek. He can feel her enormous breasts pressing against his back, enveloping part of his torso.

Right before he presses the big red button, he pauses, "S-Sam? A-are you sure about this?" he asks, nervously. "It's ok to be nervous Flint. I mean, it's understandable, I get that a lot of your inventions end up a disaster. But remember, I'm the one you hired to give you a second opinion on these things. And this right here isn't just a *good* idea, it may just be the best decision you ever made. You're the world's greatest inventor, Flint. All of this was made possible by you," she then pulls him in close, his head and torso now pressed so tight against her boobs, they're practically sandwiched in place, his entire field of view covered by nothing but her breasts. She continues, "and I'm gonna be so *proud* of you tomorrow when you cut that ribbon, save the town, and prove to everybody what a great inventor you are." He says something, but it comes out muffled. "Hmm?" she says, easing up on her embrace. "W-what if everything goes wrong?" he says again, this time not muffled, "What if the mutated food---" "Babe, who cares? You're THE Flint Lockwood, the world's greatest inventor! If anything goes wrong, you can fix it." "Y-y-you think so?" "I know so..." she says, playfully walking her fingers across his chest.

He thinks for a moment, then pushes the big red button, confirming the order. Smiling, Sam licks her lips, turns him around, and pulls down his pants.


The next day...