There's Lightning! Shouted Vanille, pointing even as Fang kneaded her doughy breasts. Vanille began to heft herself over to the haunted house, then stopped, letting Fang pass her. Gazing once again upon Fang's marvelously huge rear end, Vanille skipped happily after her. "Jeeze Fang, that extra weight is definitely making you gassier! I feel like I'm walking behind an old-model hoverbike with a broken exhaust filter!"

Fang responded with a tinge of hurt in her voice. "You think I should lose weight?" She ran a hand along a hip as she moved up to the haunted house.
Vanille laughed. "I think you should stop fasting!" Fang licked her lips. "I -could- go for a hoagie right about now...." She stopped and turned toward the foot court, belching longingly.

Vanille stopped too. "Ooh, dripping with sauce with double meat....OH! Lightning!" Fang slapped her forehead. "I knew I was forgetting something!"
Both girls waddled up to the door at the same time, and had a few moments of trouble trying to squeeze into the double doors at the same time- Vanille and Fang's rear ends squished together so tightly inside the doorway that they had to take a few moments to squeeze out. "Good thing we're so greasy!" Vanille remarked.

The girls wandered into the haunted house, a little confused. "Where's the scary stuff? This just looks like a shopping WAAAAAAAAH!"
Vanille ripped an explosive fart as she heaved her fleshy frame into Fang's arms. Fang could smell how bad her breath had gotten and just how round her cheeks were now. Resisting the urge to kiss her, she looked around, and jumped in fright. "That restaurant only serves fresh fruit!"
"And all those clothing stores only go up to size five!"

Both girls seized in horror when they saw the sign above the only hallway leading deeper into the haunted house: "GYM"
"No way! Every girl for herself!" Both girls were letting out excited farts and belches, their bodies shaking as they whirled themselves back and forth, trying to collect their nerves.

A cool, confident voice cut past their panic. The girls turned to see Lightning, 50 pounds heavier than she used to be, walking out from the "gym" hallway.
"A soldier shouldn't give in to fear. You just need the right countermeasures. I just made a strategic retreat and came back with these." She lifted up several greasy paper bags, all empty. "Twelve bacon cheeseburgers were enough to make sure any exercise I had to do wouldn't matter as long as I retreated properly. Its all fake anyway, there's actually a buffet in there congratulating you for your bravery." Lighting's thighs shook as she turned, and began to walk away, letting a brief, confident fart out as she disappeared.

Fang began to follow, but Vanille grabbed her shoulder. "Don't think you are going to get away that easy! You had your hand down my shirt that whole time!"
Fang smiled slyly. "I was afraid! I didn't know what I was grabbing!" Vanille smiled back. "At least I don't pretend I was playing with your big ol' butt the whole time!" Fang let a smooth belch out and stretched her arms as she went to follow Lighting, purposefully moving her hips powerfully back and forth to get a storm brewing in the sea of cellulite-ridden tanned flesh that was her backside.