A 500 pound boy about Lucy’s age follows her into the kitchen. She introduces him “This is my friend Mark.” He dresses in a plain t-shirt and athletic shorts but you would never have thought him to run a day in his life. They sit across the table from Mary and Mark grabs a fried chicken drumstick in each hand and alternate bites between the two while Lucy shoves half of a giant angus burger into her mouth. Mary shovels handfuls of french fries down her gullet and after a dozen handfuls she started to feel stuffed. All of the sudden she felt like her stomach was unburdened and her arms became heavier. It seemed whenever Mary became full all the food would digest immediately into fat. She noticed it occurring on everyone else too, but it seemed like it had always been that way so she ignored it. Susan’s belly slowly grew outwards until it pressed up against the table. Food crumbs dropped into Lucy’s expanding bust as she gobbles down a few buttered biscuits. As Mark slides a slice of pizza down his throat, his grease covered double chin droops farther down. After a filling half our long feast Lucy struggles to lift herself off of her chair. Her top is covered in food stains and she picks a piece of chicken out from between her breasts as she stands and pops it in her mouth. “Come on Mark,” she pauses for a brief moment to let an incredible belch loose “we can study in the snack room.”

Mark stands up revealing the incredibly tight pair of shorts and waddles behind her. “I could use a snack after all of that work.” he bellows.