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            Maple salivated as she brought the sandwich to her lips. Glistening with oil and butter, the triple decker bacon, pastrami, and pepperoni panini required both hands to lift, cheese oozing out of every crevice as pressure was applied. Maple shut her eyes as she bit down and lost herself to the flavor. She squirmed in her seat- causing the wooden chair to creak ominously- and placed a hand on her cheek as she chewed.

            “Enjoying yourself without me, huh?”

            Maple’s eyes flew open as the familiar voice cut through her food induced haze. A massive bee-girl loomed over her, thick arms crossed over her large chest and with a single eyebrow arched. She was looking down at the wolf-girl, her double chin bunching up and her brown hair braids bouncing against her arms. Her belly rested on the table, the massive midriff completely exposed by her too small tanktop. Maple hastily swallowed her mouthful and cleared her throat before replying.

            “H-hey Mellow,” Maple said sheepishly, embarrassed to be caught in the act of consumption, “you were just taking so long to get here and I didn’t want it to get cold so…”

            She shrugged her shoulders apologetically.

            “I did remember to order for you, though! I got you the farmer’s lunch plate- and I made sure to double the fries- with a side of chips and a large soda.”

            “Sounds delish!” Mellow said, her expression shifting from mock anger to glee. She plopped down on the seat across from her wolf-girl friend. The chair groaned and the wood warped under her great weight, but it held. The bee-girl leaned forward and put her elbows on the table, cradling her plump face in her hands. Her jeans slid down a bit in the process- exposing the hem of her frilly pink panties and the top of her butt crack- and her stinger clacked against her seat.

            “I’m glad to see you’re eating some real food this time- this place isn’t called Bunini’s for nothing!”

            Maple frowned and futilely tugged at her sweater. While not as exposed as Mellow, a white sliver of belly fur refused to be covered by her top. Even sitting a foot away, the table cut into her massive gut, dividing it into two blubbery rolls. Outweighing her friend by a decent margin, her own ass hung over the sides of her chair, despite not being as bottom heavy as the bee.

            “I really shouldn’t be eating so much.” She replied, blushing again, “I have a date tonight and I’d really prefer for my dress to fit right.”

            Mellow leaned back and laughed, her flab shaking like a pool full of jello in an earthquake. She wiped a tear from her eye when she finished.

            “You’re so naïve, Maple! Boys love to see a little skin.” Mellow said, slapping the side of her belly for emphasis, “I’m sure he’ll think you’re gorgeous no matter what you wear!”

            Before she could continue, their waitress interrupted with her order. Mellow rubbed her hands together in anticipation as the chubby bunny placed several plates on the table. A towering sandwich stacked high with bacon, eggs, sausage, cheese, and ham was placed in front of her, flanked by two plates covered in curly fries. Homemade chips and an extra large glass of cola completed the ensemble and Mellow began tucking in before the last plate hit the table.

            “Mmmf, sho what I was saying,” Mellow asked a few minutes later, setting down her half eaten sandwich, “you really shouldn’t worry about it. You’ve already been dating for, what, eight months now, he knows you’re a big girl and that you love to eat. Heck, he took you to a buffet two weeks ago! I remember that, you made the news when they had to close the place early for the night. If anything, he’ll probably want to hear you’ve been eating well!”

            Mellow batted her eyes coyly before pushing her chips across the table.

            “Go on, take’em. I know that little ole’ sandwich didn’t fill you up!”

            Maple took the plate, shaking her head and chuckled. She decided against explaining that she’d had a double order of mozzarella sticks before the bee-girl had arrived. She popped a chip in her mouth and smiled.

            “Thanks, Mellow. You always know what to say.”

            From there, the conversation turned to more mundane topics. Work, family, news, and entertainment wiled away the meal as the two girls munched through their entrees, making short work of portions that would be considered monstrous anywhere else. There was a reason Bunini’s was the girls’ favorite eatery. Leaving behind a wasteland of dirty dishes and a generous tip, the girls left the restaurant, walking side by flabby side.

            Hot water ran down Maple’s gray fur, pooling momentarily between her belly rolls and in her cleavage before trickling down her body. No longer constricted by clothing, her flabby body expanded to its fullest dimensions and brushed against the walls of the shower cubicle. The wolf-girl squeezed a glob of shampoo in her hands and began lathering her body up, humming a simple tune as she bathed. A long handled brush allowed her to scrub the nooks and crannies she couldn’t quite navigate as she scrubbed herself from head to toe.

            Having finished washing herself, Maple shut the water off abruptly and reached out of the shower, her chubby hand groping blindly for a fresh towel. Having found one, she briskly rubbed herself down, her damp fur now standing up at odd angles. She carefully stepped out of the shower, her nail clacking against the tile floor, and wrapped the towel around her waist. Plump thighs and deep cleavage were left on display as the towel proved too small to cover more than her gut and breasts.

            Maple waddled over to the mirror, her hips swaying with every step, and studied her reflection in the foggy glass. Soft brown eyes met her gaze, wisps of damp black hair plastered just above. Her lips parted in a smile as she reached for her toothbrush- she might have been a big girl, but she was still gorgeous.

            Sitting on her bed, Maple grunted as she pulled at her pantyhose. The garment had made it up her calf almost effortlessly, but her meaty thighs prevented it from going any higher. Her ruby lips pursed and sweat beaded on her brow as she concentrated. The pantyhose was the last detail of her ensemble and after squeezing herself into her favorite red dress there was no way she’d let a pair of hose defeat her. The sound of her doorbell ringing broke her reverie and sent her into a panic.

            “I’ll be there in a minute!” She shouted, frantically tugging at her hose. She finally hooked it over her thigh flab, causing several small holes to form in the process. Ignoring them, she jumped to her feet- causing the ceiling of the apartment below to shake ominously- and speed-waddled out of the bedroom, stopping only to pick up her heels on her way out.

            Breathlessly, she flung open the door and leaned against the frame. Her belly lunged forward, colliding with the young man standing in front of her, and she blushed. It growled and the blush deepened.

            “I was going to say you got here early… but I think that means you’re just in time. Let’s go eat- I’m starving!”