Renamon frowned at her partner as she mulled over the decision. Rika looked idly at the tattered remnants of her clothes, long since having burst off her fat body, then over at Renamon. The arm-guards she wore were stretched to the limit and starting to tear against her thick, flabby arms.
Then she thought of her mother. She scowled, and shook her head, making her chins jiggle.
"I don't think so, Renamon. She'd just take us both to a doctor and immediately put us on liposuction, without even considering what WE want. And I don't know about you, but I'm rather enjoying being this fat and huge," she said, grinning and slapping her belly, making the vast, bloated mass of softness jiggle, "I intend to stay here and become as big as possible. As big as IMpossible, even!"
Renamon frowned even deeper. She opened her mouth to speak when her stomach rumbled loudly. She blushed, embarassed, as Rika laughed.
"How could I possibly be hungry after all that?" Renamon asked incredulously.
Rika chuckled. "It's a vicious cycle. The more you eat, the fatter you get, the hungrier you get. Now c'mon, Renamon. Forget about your troubles, eat, drink, and be merry! It's time that we do for US now!"
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