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follow Mel in her attempts to go from big, to bigger, to biggest!

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Chapter #6

The next day...

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"Wakey wakey!"
I could feel my body been shaken by an external force as the words echoed in my head, fuck this must be what it's like to have kids at Christmas...
"Wakey wakey!"
God, can the outside world not see I'm trying to sleep off a decent binge from the night before?! Groggily rolling over on the couch so as to face into the room rather than the back of the couch itself I feel my gargantuan gut spread over the edge with a slight pouring effect towards to the floor. I crack a smile of arousal in my half asleep state at the sensation as my eyes start to open, allowing my field of vision to be filled with a deep belly button and inch after inch of belly fat.
"Wake! Up!"
With each word I feel Rhonda slap my thick thigh for effect which causes impressive jiggles to roll through her expansive belly. Shit, the girl's got far more energy than someone her size deserves to have. Hopefully she wasn't joking about liking being fat so I might see a day when she outgrows her current energy levels.
"I'm awake, I'm awake!" I lethargically swing my legs off the couch and stretch to the not so delicate chorus of creaking couch springs.
Rhonda claps excitedly (genuinely considering sitting on her at this point) and grabs my hand and pulls me, with difficulty, to my feet.
"Come on" she breaths heavily "weigh in time!"
"Whuu?..." I trudge a couple of steps forward after Rhonda's wobbling arse. I've changed my mind, this is exhausting, not fun, I'm fucking hungry!
"Well you want to get fat, right?"
I nod
"Right, and I want to get fat as well, right?"
I nod again
"Ok, so" she comes and grabs my hand again, dragging me towards the stairs "like true professionals we're getting our not so fat starting arses on the scale and seeing where we are at"
"Ohhhhhh, well if I'd been told that's what we were doing..." I follow with some more enthusiasm now "and speak for yourself, my ass is huge" at which point I slap my huge chair crusher for emphasis.
Rhonda snorts before turning to look at me, "well, it's gonna get a LOT bigger in this house babe."
Have I just walked into some fat fetish porno or something here?

*10 minutes later*

"So Melly," we were both squeezed into one of the upstairs bathrooms with me stood on some seriously high tech scales which had just beeped their confirming chime
"You're starting weight is..." god the suspense is killing me, I haven't weighed myself in about 6 weeks and a lot of calories had disappeared since then.
"459.3lbs!"
I whistle softly and instinctively rub my bulging sides. That's bigger than expected for sure...NICE!
I come out of my own head to the sound of Rhonda clapping
"Wow! Wish I'd gone to that Buttercombe now"
I try to act coy but my pride burns through as I slap my belly triumphantly
"Ok move, my turn now."
Rhonda hip checks me as I step off the scales and I lean against the bath as the numbers roll by for my plumped up aunt. It's odd watching as her excitement bubbles up, aside from myself I can't remember the last time I'd seen anyone so enthusiastic about personally gaining. It was nice to have a friend on my level, even if she was a hyperactive crazy to boot.
The scales beep and I lean in to read for her...
"Hmm, not bad skinny, 266.9." I throw a playful wink for the skinny comment but Rhonda doesn't even notice as she squeals with excitement, stepping off the scale as she glances over her body cradling handfuls of fat in her hands. Damn she really does dig the fat life doesn't she?
"Well we're both going up, got to just keep it up now." With an arm around my hip I get pulled in to a one sided hug, a 726lb hug for anyone keeping score.
"First on the agenda though for today is breakfast" Rhonda declared
Without breaking habit my belly rumbled aggressively at the mention of food, a sensation that was audibly copied in my aunt.
We both laughed at the unison of our stomachs whilst pondering the situation
"Well I've barely been here 12 hours so I'm in your capable hands Rhonda"
"Well in that case then..." Rhonda bit her lip in thought, a hand on one bloated hip.

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