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[Part 2 of a 12,000 word story for an anonymous client, thanks for your commission, and everybody else, enjoy!]

“Enjoy that, big girl?” Jane smiled, patiently waiting as Lalia regained her breath,

“Oh my God I am SO sorry,” Lalia eventually groaned in reply, “It has been a long time,”

“Too fat to jill off?” Jane grinned,

“Mhmm,” Lalia surprisingly confessed, pursing her lips and nodding, “All of my toys are stashed deep in my closet at my mom’s house and… well, your mom opens all the mail,”

“Why didn’t you say something, Lalia?” Jane asked, “We could’ve done something about it long ago, rather than waiting until you were ready to explode,”

“Well, I...” Lalia began, before looking up, “Wait, what?”

“You heard!” giggled Jane, “We could’ve gotten you to cum earlier!”

“Y-you mean...”

“I mean, you think you can heave that gut of yours to the bedroom?” Jane breathed lustily.

* * * * *
“Ugh! J-Jane, back up! More! More! There! You can reach?” Lalia grunted,

“Not by a long shot, tubby!” Jane giggled, planting a kiss on Lalia’s belly to show where her face was positioned, which Lalia felt was a couple of inches below her navel,

“Ugh! This is no good, I’m too...”

“Fat and stuffed? Agreed!”

“Ja-a-ane!” came Lalia’s now-familiar tone of reproach crossed with protest.

Lalia and Jane had somehow made it upstairs while kissing passionately all the way. Jane would have left a trail of her clothes like in a million romantic comedies if the chances of her mom finding them weren’t near-certain. Their fumbled groping had paused abruptly as an over-zealous Jane had pushed Lalia onto her bed, sending a tremor through the bedframe that it somehow survived without shattering under her gigantic weight.

The pair had more fallen into attempting mutual fellatio than consciously decided upon it, rather than risking anything more energetic on Jane’s creaking bed. But the key word was ‘attempting’, as their 69 had been turned into more of a 609 by Lalia’s globe of a belly.

In pressing her naked skin more and more tightly against Lalia’s soft, warm, inviting flesh as she attempted to contort her short figure enough to wrap around the monstrous gut, Jane became frustrated past the point of horny and into the realms of hilarity. So as she positioned her own groin tantalizingly close to Lalia’s face while the redhead’s was literally feet out of reach, Jane couldn’t help but tease,

“I’m serious Lalia, I’d have more luck going down on a pregnant whale from this position!”

“S-stop,” Lalia blushed, half referring to their abortive attempt at sex and partly to Jane’s latest jibe. Heaving herself into a seated position, Lalia pressed her hands and feet into the sheets and used her chunky arms to onerously scoot herself backwards until her back was propped up by the headboard,

“It’s… it’s just cos I’ve eaten a ton, Jane,” Lalia said slightly breathlessly, her mammoth boobs sitting on top of her giant, engorged belly balled up by her thighs beneath it,

“Sure pregnant whale, that’s all it is,” Jane teased, but she was also almost sure this was the case. The gigantic crease which had formed around Lalia’s middle dividing her upper and lower belly had been totally erased by her enormous stuffing session. Her tummy was left taut, round and, unfortunately for Jane’s raging libido, vastly unwieldy by the substantial feast,

“Think you can roll onto your belly, fatty?” Jane asked the sulking Lalia,

“Yeah, why?”

“Just point that giant bubble butt already,” Jane smirked, as Lalia’s eyes widened as she heard the jingling straps of what Jane was extracting from her bottom drawer, “I promise something nice will happen.”

* * * * *
“C’mon Lalia, just one more mouthful,” Jane was encouraging, several food-fueled weeks after the couple’s first of many sexual encounters. Waving the final spoon of ice cream around like a parent playing the aeroplane game with their child, Lalia looked up drowsily at her lover.

Lalia’s mouth spread into a sticky smile, with spots of the chocolate ice cream all over her lips and face, and having dripped onto the expansive projection of her enormous tits. Her tight t-shirt failed to cover her massive globular gut and was left coated by errant blobs of the dessert that Jane had been busily packing into her for the past half hour or more.

Lalia opened her mouth wide and Jane passed the spoon over the huge boobs propped up on top of Lalia’s immensely stuffed belly. The redhead’s lips clamped shut as the couple’s eyes met and Jane lingeringly extracted the cleaned-off spoon,

“All gone,” Jane smiled happily with a sigh, shifting and grinding in her seat as she tossed the spoon into the tenth and final empty ice cream pot and the cutlery clattered onto the table,

“URRRRRRRPP! Thanks Jane!” Lalia gulped down the final mouthful and smiled back, her overly stuffed gut extending just a little more with the last morsel, a few inches from the ground in her seated position and exploding meters from her thickened body,

“Hee hee, you’re welcome my sweet,” Jane said, standing and circumnavigating Lalia’s gigantic, gently sloshing belly and standing at her side to give a kiss to her plump, empty lips.

Her immense ass cheeks overflowed from all sides of the chair, her shoulders several feet forward from the backrest and her back in reality positioned somewhere over the front of the seat. Lalia’s fat butt forced its way at intervals through the vertical spokes of the kitchen chair, carrying with it the overburdened fabric of her grey shorts. They clung tightly to her incredibly thick thighs just below the groin, the material deployed elsewhere troublesomely keeping her butt covered,

“Why don’t you go get cleaned up,” Jane urged with a smile after the two shared a passionate kiss and her hand brushed momentarily onto the side of Lalia’s massive tits, “I’ll be up in a minute,”

Lalia heaved herself up with the help of Jane, the chair and the table, her chubby hands grasping at any help within her reach to get her corpulent body vertical. Her overfilled belly sloshed noisily, inflating Lalia’s cheeks with burp after burp as her fat stuffed gut wobbled excessively, her breasts following suit.

Jane watched as Lalia slowly set into motion, her thighs double the thickness of Jane’s waist forcing her legs far apart as she waddled gradually forward. She watched her lover’s immense hips swing, a gait adapted to carry her vast booty, which swung and hefted to the left and right behind her. Lalia crossed the kitchen slowly and heavily, carefully fitting her bloated gut through the narrow doorway which bumped onto her flawless skin a couple of times each side before disappearing around the corner.

Jane busied herself, quickly cleaning the table. She raked the large amount of litter into a trash bag with her forearm, depositing the used cutlery into the sink and wiping the table surface with a dishcloth. She glanced around the kitchen to find that it was in a presentable enough state for her mother’s not-quite exacting standards. Excited at the prospect of sex with a fully loaded Lalia, Jane exited the kitchen, but a moment later sensed by a noise ahead that she wasn’t alone,

“Lalia?” Jane said softly as she walked around the corner to find Lalia still downstairs. Not only that, but a sweating Lalia was propped up on the stairway’s bannister, her resting head on top of her arms. She gasped and panted, inhaling deep breaths into her lungs that swelled her chest and clearly struggling to slow her rapid respiration,

“Oh, hey Jane,” she smiled weakly, “Just… trying to… catch my breath!”

Jane looked at her with a sudden feeling of dread,

“But… but you haven’t gone anywhere yet, Lalia,” she said quietly,

“Yeah… t-tell me about it,” came the half-joking reply, as Lalia straightened up again, “I’ll be fine,”

“Yeah!” Jane agreed a little too quickly, “Anyway, you’re stuffed as heck Lalia,”

She smiled and reached forward to pat Lalia’s expansive gut, the size of a oddly shaped, wobblingly obese yoga ball, and the extensive layer of fat on top of her stuffed belly rippled,

“Let’s get you upstairs, big girl,” she gently encouraged, grasping Lalia under her fat swinging arms and guiding her in the direction of the staircase. Something caught Jane’s eye as Lalia took the first step and hoisted her massive body onto the wooden stair and she looked down,

“Oh! Lalia, you’ve...” Jane saw that the seam of Lalia’s shorts had evidently split as she had bent forwards to rest on the handrail. The stretched-out pink pattern of her panties was clearly visible through the sizable gap the rip had left, and Jane could see the darker fabric of where Lalia’s sweaty butt crack had discoloured the undergarment,

“N-never mind,” she concluded, watching her girlfriend grimace and lean on the handrail for support as she arduously heaved her bulky body up one stair at a time. The steps below Lalia’s enormous frame seemed to creak particularly loud as Jane followed her up the staircase and the redhead pressed her massive weight against each, hauling herself upward. Her tattered shorts flapped around her gigantic ass cheeks when the tear wasn’t being lengthened by the stretching of the fabric when Lalia lifted her huge thighs to take the next step.

Soon, just after she had reached halfway up the staircase, Lalia needed to rest again,

“One… second… Janey...” she gasped, stopping and leaning on the wall to her right. Despite sweating and panting for breath, Lalia looked over her shoulder to flash a smile at Jane,

“Phwoo, heavy going!” she laughed. Jane smiled back unsurely, watching Lalia’s entire obese body rise and fall with heavy breathing,

“You… you ready, Lalia?” Jane asked tentatively, rubbing the redhead’s back rolls a little awkwardly as she straightened up,

“Yup!” she replied, straining to climb up one extra step before doubling over the handrail and gasping for air once more, “Uggghh, nope!”

“L-Lalia, don’t lean on that too much,” Jane stuttered as the wood bowed slightly under the pressure. Seeing a vision of Lalia’s massive bulk braking through the balustrade in her minds eye and tumbling several meters to the ground below, she doubted even her famously springy skin would cause her to bounce unharmed.

The redhead’s dampened ginger hair from her brow sprayed out over her shoulders and arms as her overfed gut swung beneath her arched frame. After several seconds, Jane became aware of a pressured groaning that for a horrible second she thought was her vision coming true. After a moment however it became clear that it was actually the fabric of Lalia’s stretched shirt creaking miserably. In another instant the overburdened material gave way, cracking open down the center, and Lalia’s vast breasts tumbled heavily out and tugged at her chest and back as they sagged below her stooped figure,

“Ohhhhh...” Lalia let out a mournful whimper, “I really needed that support...”

“Y-you need some help, Lalia?” Jane swallowed hard, her tongue feeling a little numb and suddenly too big for her mouth as she reached out with a shaking hand to touch Lalia gently on her clammy shoulder,

“I’m… fine… I just… need a second,” Lalia puffed and panted, her back rising and falling rhythmically with her heavy breathing, her bulging belly brushing the step below her feet every time she exhaled.

In time Lalia hauled herself back to vertical, and taking the stairs one step at a time with a lingering break on each, managed to heave herself up the staircase with another few minutes’ labor.

Jane lagged behind, worried and chewing on her thumbnail nervously as she watched Lalia waddle ponderously towards the bedroom. Her weighty boobs were visible even from Jane’s perspective, swinging pendulously into sight around Lalia’s sides with each step she took. Walking dazedly towards the bedroom, Lalia again paused a short time to catch her breath leaning on the door frame, before shoving her gigantic gut through the aperture. Following at a wary distance, Jane placed her hand on the bedroom door as she rounded the corner and said,

“Lalia we don’t have to...” but Jane trailed off as she saw Lalia sprawled across the bed, already snoring loudly. Her humungous ass faced Jane as she stood in the doorway, with her naked cheeks visible wallowing on top of one another, as Lalia’s panties had clearly also burst as she lay down. Jane smiled ruefully to herself and murmured quietly,

“I mean… you don’t have to, Lalia.”

* * * * *
Sunlight streamed through Jane’s bedroom blinds the next morning as the barely-diminished globe in bed next to her showed wobbled to wakefulness,

“L-Lalia?”

“Hmmm? Whaaaa,” Lalia’s question turned into a yawn and she blinked her eyes drowsily, “Wh-what time is it? Do we have to get up?”

“No Lalia, you don’t have to get up,” Jane smiled and spoke softly, propped up with her back against the bedroom wall,

“What’s up? You ok?” Lalia asked, looking at Jane’s drawn, pale face with evident dark circles beneath her eyes. Jane flipped her glasses up and rubbed her eyes,

“Yeah I just didn’t sleep so good...” she began, gravely, “I’ve… I’ve been thinking, Lalia...”

“Hmmm?” Lalia snuggled her head back onto the pillow, without sensing Jane’s serious tone,

“About everything, Lalia,” she continued with a resigned shrug, “All of this. It’s got to stop,”

“Hmm?” Lalia repeated as she looked up. She usually only started listening when someone gave her a clear ultimatum, “What’s got to stop?”

“Everything,” Jane in turn repeated, “This… us… everything,”

“Wh-what? I don’t understand Jane, what do you mean?”

“The stuffing Lalia. I know it’s hot, it’s fun. Hell, it’s amazing. But whether you realize it or not yet, it’s not fair on you,”

Lalia stayed quiet,

“I saw what you were like on the stairs yesterday, Lalia. If you put on much more weight you’re gonna be bedbound… if you carry on after that, you’ll...” Jane stopped short,

“What is it Jane?”

“Lalia seeing you struggle yesterday brought it home to me, if we carry on like this you’re heading for a heart attack. And not like when you’re in your 60’s. Next year, maybe. Or in a couple of months time,”

There was a silence between the pair which seemed to last forever. Usually there was so much love and laughter between the two that it seemed deafeningly quiet in that moment,

“B-but… us?” Lalia blubbered, clearly upset,

“Nooo Lalia I don’t mean we can’t see each other… I don’t mean we can’t be friends,” Jane stretched her hands out towards the redhead to placate her, “You mean too much to me. But we’re not a regular couple, Lalia. We don’t do the things that girlfriends do. We don’t go out on dates. or go on roadtrips… I don’t take you to something that you’ll hate, but then you say nothing and just put up with it because you love me and you know I like it... We just stuff you and have sex.”

Considering this for a few moments, Lalia realized that the quiet that this time descended didn’t seem so bleak. She knew all of this already. Jane had said that whether Lalia realized it or not, their relationship wasn’t fair on Lalia; but she realized it just fine. Like every stuffing session she had ever had, like every food fad she had ever been through, she knew this couldn’t last forever. Feeling like she was re-entering daylight after a mountain pass journey through a tunnel, she croaked,

“So...”

“I hate to say it Lalia, but we were much better as friends,” Jane continued with a heavy heart, “I was a better person. You weren’t even a third of the size you are now… I’ve done this to you,”

“So... what are you saying?” Lalia furrowed her brow, only now noticing that Jane had sighed for the last time several minutes ago,

“I’ve done this to you… it’s only fair that I help undo the damage,” Jane turned to Lalia and smiled,

“Wh-… what do you suggest?”

* * * * *
“J-Jane… y-you were right… you were… a m-much better person… b-before all this… oh, god!” Lalia huffed, sweat streaming down her chubby face, over her fat-ringed neck and down her endless, heaving cleavage,

“Shut up and keep up, fatty,” Jane chuckled, giving a single propulsive push on the pedals of her bicycle and then freewheeling again, “Another two laps of the block and then I promise you can have a donut!”

“Y… you said that… th-three laps ago!” wheezed Lalia, her legs aching as her feet pounded the pavement in a slow, burdened jog,

“Yeah well I had to call the city to get them to come replace all these paving slabs you’re cracking, Lalia,” Jane laughed, the wind created by her forward movement tossing her head backwards, as Lalia’s hair was deepened to an auburn color where it clung to her sweaty brow,

“Ja-a-a-a-nnne!” she moaned, not for the first time, but still glancing down at the route she was taking for the fifth time “I am not!”

“Come on Lalia, the sooner you slim down, the sooner we can find you a sports bra that will fit and tame those whoppers,” Jane teased as Lalia’s swinging arms jostled her mammoth tits, “Aren’t you tired of having two black eyes like a fat little raccoon?”

“I have not!” Lalia countered with a schoolyard comeback, wobbling to a halt and bending over, her hands finding her knees by touch alone beneath the enormous mound of fat that was her belly,

“I need… a moment!” she gasped, as Jane turned nimbly on her bike, the brakes squeaking her to a halt in front of Lalia, “Enjoying… yourself?”

She tipped the bike sideways and put a foot on the ground, the other resting on the pedal as Jane leant over the handlebars and gazed at her obese friend,

“Jane I’m so hungry can we turn back yet?” Lalia complained. Jane just grinned at Lalia, grabbing a handful of her gigantic exposed gut with both hands and shaking it,

“When we’re making such progress already?” she gleefully said, roughly relinquishing Lalia’s gut to another groan from her training partner,

“C’mon Lalia, break time is over,” Jane declared, “Another two laps then it’s donut time,”

“One more… minute,”

“Now Lalia, or we’re running past your mom’s house tomorrow,”

“You… wouldn’t… dare,”

“You just watch me.”