Rahne, though she had been eating as compulsively as Laura and Kitty, was not enthused when she learned they would be adding even more food to their diets. "Y'know, I've eaten like a starved wolf before, and I think we're outdoing a pack of them with how much we've been stuffing ourselves..." Rahne's shoulder - length red hair framed her pudgy face, which was getting rounder by the day. Her upper body was getting the worst of her weight gain, her breasts already nearing D-cups and her belly wrapped in a too-tight t-shirt, hanging like a small sack of feed over her waistband. Shorter than her friends by over half a foot, Rahne's generous cleavage was perpetually on display for her friends. Kitty noticed that there was no excess flesh popping out of her clothes, indicating that Rahne had probably been the most conscious of how rapidly they were fattening up.

"So you're saying you don't want to come with?" Laura raised an eyebrow. Rahne licked her lips. "Well...lets not be hasty! Why don't we just try and get a little exercise first?"
Rahne decided jogging was out when her breasts nearly bounced out of her shirt before she hit the front door.
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Kitty shook her head. "If I do squats I'm splitting these exercise shorts."
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After her first situp, Laura began extending her claws, using their force to push her body up rather than her muscles, letting a fart rip with each thrust. Still, she was winded after her fourth, and her belly barely made it possible anyway!
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Rahne pinched her nose. "Laura, could you cut it out with the gas? I can't spot you like this, I'll faint!" Kitty raised her hand. "I'll take over, you get used to it after a while, Rahne!" Laura shook her head. "More? Next you'll be suggesting I use weights rather than these tubs of ice cream!" Rahne's eyes widened. "When the hell did you switch those out with the dumbells?! My eyes were watering, I've been half-blind!"
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"I don't really have an excuse for skipping soccer...I'm just a computer nerd." Kitty gave Rahne her best smile as she kicked the soccer ball away, sending a ripple through her thigh-fat.
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"So, we've been at it for two hours Rahne and we've gotten-"
"Sweaty and bad case of indigestion from all of those power bars." Rahne let out a small belch.
"Amen." Laura replied.
"Well, we should hop in the shower then get going to the bar..." Kitty started to turn back towards the mansion, her ass shifting up and down through tight-fitting black exercise shorts.
Laura lifted up her arm and sniffed her armpit. Laura noted she definitely was starting to get a little ripe. "We're not -that- bad!" She put her fist over her mouth to cover a particularly voluminous belch.
Rahne pinched her stomach fat. "We stink enough already. I doubt anyone will notice a little post-exercise funk....geeze...my stomach is killing me! I was dumb for trying to run with a stomach full of fried food..."