It didn’t take long for the adrenaline to wear off, and for the now decidedly fat slayer to come to a panting halt. She had managed to put some distance between herself and her feeders, but she wasn’t sure if they’d be able to continue to track her movements so she knew she needed a place to hide and regroup. She had her hands on her knees, panting, her exposed flab glistening with sweat in the moonlight, as she regathered herself and kept moving into Sunnydale. The streets were thankfully quiet, which Buffy was thankful for, no less that the short run had opened a huge tear down the centre of her glorious tits, which her said DD titties kept popping out of. She made her way to her home with no other incidents, and carefully unlocked her door and entered. The house, like the town, was dark and quiet.
“Mom?” Buffy called out into the darkness, but received no response.
Buffy carefully ascended the stairs to her bedroom, at least wanting to change from her stupid outfit, which was now barely containing her many rolls of flab. She opened her wardrobe, and chose the most practical outfit, before shedding what remained of the stupid outfit she’d been forced to wear. Her new outfit was chosen due to the stretch factor, as in its ability to keep her fat body as contained as possible. She examined herself in the mirror with a sad sigh, seeing how the extremely tight outfit seemed to accentuate the damage done to her once so perfect figure. She took a side on view and grabbed her large soft gut, lifting it up and letting it drop, causing it to jiggle (along with her huge squashed tits, the nipples of which were still visible as they bulged above).
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