"Would you taste just a slice of this cheesecake? Oh, I will just leave the rest here..."
"I made these triple chocolate chip cookies, but I must have used double the ingredients, you want some?"
"Oh! Don't get up! I can get the remote from here"
This was how the last several months had rolled for Alice and Mel in Ronnie's quest for self-gratification. Waiting on them hand and foot like the worlds largest princesses; the two bloated students had little reason to lift a finger, let alone exercise. This lack of willingness to shift a few calories, let alone pounds, plus the almost non-stop delivery of sweet, sugary and fatty foods to their awaiting maws had plumped Alice and Mel into the two fattest freshmen. And since Ronnie's willingness to feed and pamper them was linked to her sexual drive, the horny teen would try her hardest to plump them up until they were the two fattest PEOPLE on the school grounds!
It was during one of the latest daily evenings of hedonism that you could see the typical effects of Ronnie's actions. Alice and Mel sprawled out on Ronnie's couch (they visited so often they had their own "ass-grooves" in it) the girls sitting in woefully ill-fitting nightwear as the TV droned on about something they were only half watching.
Alice's thickening thighs and enlarged booty had reduced her PJ bottoms into a strange thong-pant hybrid, covering some of her quivering leg flesh, but refusing to budge up her ass. While her overtaxed belly sagged over and concealed her crotch (it was now getting to the size were Alice had to sit with her legs spread to be comfortable). Her pillow shaped arms groping around blindly for the plate of cookies Ronnie had left (Triple White chocolate this time) before grasping its target and cramming the whole thing into her spherical face as her jaw pounded it to mush in seconds; her double chin mimicking the movements moments after.
Mel however was sprawled out on her side, head on the armrest while her hair dangled over the side. Her full chests's rising and falling cut short by their entrapment in her tight teal Pajamas. They were the kind of mammies that a pornstar would be jealous of, if it wasn't for Mels overall thickness showing the cost of such massive breasts. Infact the rare times you saw Mel walk, it was less of a walk and more of an increasingly pronounced waddle. Occasionally she would open her mouth like a fish sifting water as a signal for the ever-attentive Ronnie to come over and put a slice of fudge cake with extra thick whipped cream into it.
The slothfulness of their current situation had left the two dull to the ever constricting confines of their nightwear. And Ronnie had thought ahead and kept ordering two sets of ever increasing school uniforms. So the two bloated beauties were none the wiser.
She was estimating them at about 280 pounds each at this stage, give or take, but she had no way to be sure. All she was sure of was the bigger they got; the better it felt, and the better it felt the wetter her bedsheets were every evening.
Eventually the overweight pair fell into a food-coma and eventually sleep, leaving Ronnie to attend to her "itch".
Locking herself into her room Ronnie plunged her fingers southward once again, to feel.....resistance? Sure she had had to test some of her concoctions, but surely she wasn't getting to big to pleasure herself!? Standing back up on her bed she swiftly kicked her panties into the corner and tried again to a much more pleasing result. That had worried her for a second, the idea of getting too big to finish herself off was scary....and slightly exhilarating.
Twitching and spasming as the events of the last few weeks whirled in her minds eye along with possible images of the two fatties on her couch's future. So big they squeezed each other on the couch! Then so big they needed a couch each! So big they needed to be fed 24/7! So big they couldn't get up! So big they were simply too large too feed themselves!! Yes! Yes! YES!!
Ronnie's cries would have noticed the distracted girls on the couch, were they not deep into their food-comas.
Then she fell backwards onto her soft bedcovers, to exhausted to even move. "I cant wait" she whispered breathlessly.
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