Then Max started to feel off again. He groaned and his legs tingled as he swallowed down Pete's load. Max started to struggle a bit, working up more sweat as he started to get up onto his fat feet. His belly rolled and sagged forward, further trapping PJ under it. Though as PJ thought he could escape from the sudden jostling, he realized that he couldn't! He was starting to get even fatter now that he had ingested Max's load! The new fat was piling on, causing him to get wedged into the flab surrounding him and Max's fat rod.

"Oooh, sorry Peej... But that's a good spot for you... heh... heh..." Max rumbled. "But I need more cum..."

Max started to waddle slowly away from the plot of land where the house once stood. The ground shook and Max's saggy, dimple, rolling flab sloshed across the ground. He grunted, huffed, and puffed as he started his search. Pete clung to the fat of Max's neck as he didn't have time to escape. Max didn't seem to care though just like he didn't care that PJ was now another ton fatter and wedged somewhere under his belly.

"Fat Max needs more..." Max mumbled to himself.