MJ's growling stomach didn't go unheard. "Well, well, well. Is that your stomach I hear, Mary Jane?" she purred delighted.

"No! It was probably your stomach, but you couldn't hear it with all of that fat on your body sloshing around."

"Is that so...?" she asked as she grabbed the bottom and thickest of all her belly rolls and allowed it to drop and cause the rest of her fat to quake. "Nooo... I don't think it's me. I think..." she said reaching into a food bag and pulling out a greasy egg roll. "it's YOUR belly. Isn't it?" she asked as she tried to convince MJ to really, really pig out. "Y'know, MJ, I wasn't so sure about doing this to you; I was going to let you come around and do it on your own, but you just cost me two big meals." she said referencing the sumo delivery men. "So MJ, are you going to cooperate with me, or am I going to have to force you to down this whole thing? Please say force." she said with anticipation.

"I--I, uh..." she said unsure of how to go about this. Either way she lost; she was inevitably going to get fatter, and fatter. In the end, she decided to not make things easy for her platinum blond corpulent captor. "Do your worst, Garfield!"

"Garfield? Garfield?!? That's it. I was going to be considerate of you while I did it, but you can forget that, you soon to be divorced red haired hussy." she said as she pulled the bag and it's remaining contents with her over to Mary Jane. She then stood over MJ's lap and eased herself slowly and easily onto it.

"Aren't you going to crush me to death?"

"Why make things harder on me? If I did that, I'd have to help your ass walk from point A to point B. I just need a place to sit down while we do this." she explained.

"Do what?" MJ asked petrified.

"Are you that blind? Can't you see I'm going to force every last delicious morsel down your throat until this bag is empty? Hell, why stop there?"

"I-- I won't beg."

"Awww, I like hearing you beg! It makes my kitty pur, too..." she pouted.

"You're sick; twisted. You need help, Felicia."

"No. I'm just fat and horny is all, MJ, sweety." she said while she slowly rubbed her pussy on MJ's new and thicker thighs.

"Just hurry up, will you?" MJ disgusted by the wet feeling on her legs.

"Suit yourself." she said as she swiftly forced the a bite of egg roll into her throat.

MJ couldn't speak. She was overcome by beef strips, cabbage, and crunchy outer shell. She so wanted to hate it, but just couldn't bring herself to do it. She was loving it, subconsciously.

"Let's wash that down with some sweet and sour sauce, hmm?" she said chucking the lid off the plastic container and forcing her jiggly captive to guzzle the stuff down like a hog. While pouring, Felicia purposefully allowed some to spill on MJ's newly expanded titties. "Mmm... Here, let me help you clean that right up." she said as she slowly began to suck her tits and nipples clean.

"Get the fu--ahhhhck!!!" she began until interrupted by the rest of her egg roll filling her maw.

"What's that? I couldn't quite catch that, you fat, bisexual whore!" She then whispered "Please tell me you like dirty talk as much as I do, MJ!" she said as she licked her lips clean while MJ still chewed her egg roll. While MJ finished her egg roll, Black Cat continued to act as a food sucker and cleanse her of any scraps. She also helped herself to more Chinese food in between MJ feedings. It took several hours, but soon their orders vanished completely down into their guts.

While most would be tired after such consumption, Black Cat's powers counteracted this. In doing so, this allowed a still attentive Mary Jane to survey her and Felicia's extra added girth. "I must be over 500lbs!!! And-- And Felicia must be well over 800lbs!" she thought to herself as she rubbed her swollen gut which covered her vaginal region much like Felicia when she'd been that fat.

These thoughts were soon discarded when Felicia announced aloud her thoughts: "Y'know, MJ, I could go for..."