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Cat tugged her partner’s wrist and managed to get them moving in the opposite direction. She heard something tear as she forced her thicker thighs to move and suddenly her jeans felt significantly less confining. She looked over her shoulder, hoping that the ghost wasn’t following.

This drawing is part of a writing collab with venusderubens .

Flabbergasted! - Part EightPart 8 Cat attempted a wobbly jog away from the sadistic spirit, but the way that her thighs refused to separate made running difficult. Robbin grabbed her, tugging her back toward the living room as the ghost jeered after them. Robbin was softer than before, but more balanced than Cat and managed to get them all the way to the foyer. They had nearly reached the front door when the spirit rose up from the floor and cut off their escape. She skidded to a stop though her inertia was significant with her added mass, and it was only thanks to Cat’s lower center of gravity that they avoided toppling over. Cat tugged her partner’s wrist and managed to get them moving in the opposite direction. She heard something tear as she forced her thicker thighs to move and suddenly her jeans felt significantly less confining. She looked over her shoulder, hoping that the ghost wasn’t following. For now the specter was gone, but Robbin seemed to be fully focused on something below Cat’s hips. She felt blood rush up in her face and she nearly scolded her girlfriend, but her attention was stolen by the deepened navel which peeked out from under Robbin’s top. It bounced and wobbled on her paunchy tummy as she tried to keep up. Suddenly Robbin’s own distraction made perfect sense. Unfortunately, with neither of the women watching where they were going, they both ran full speed into the back of the couch and tumbled over the backrest and onto the cushions below. Robbin hit second, landing on Cat and then rolling on to the floor with a hard thud. She cursed, tried to sit up, and found herself unable to bend her legs due to the sheer amount of blubber packed into her skinny jeans. “Is she gone?” She muttered weakly.“I think so,” Cat groaned. She rolled on her side after she felt how much her backside bunched up underneath her while laying on her back, still panting from their failed escape attempt. The new position only served to emphasize just how much Cat’s figure had grown from slightly bottom heavy to ripe pear. “Are you okay?”“What kind of question is that? I’m huge!” Robbin grabbed the sides of her belly and squeezed, turning her navel into a vertical line. “Ghosts are supposed to scare you or get revenge on the people who killed them. Not fatten up unsuspecting girls!” “Well, it’s not like we’ve actually met a ghost before, so how would we know?” Cat whispered back, her eyes caught on Robbin’s hands for a moment before she was able to continue. “And, er, I mean, we’re not that big,” she added, even as the pressure of her jeans and the knowledge that there was a tear somewhere on them that she wasn’t quite ready to inspect yet argued otherwise.“Not that big?” Robbin’s voice cracked. “Maybe not up top!” She slapped at the gentle curve of her chest making her middle wobble. “I swear, that ghost did this on purpose! There’s no way I could get this big and still be so flat.” Cat wasn’t so sure about that. Robbin had been called a lot of things, but “busty” had never been one of them.“Hey, like I’m doing any better,” Cat huffed, her cheeks flushing some as she glanced down toward her own figure. A little more balance - not a ton, but some, maybe? - would have been nice if she was going to get through this. “I’m going to need to get a zip code for my ass after this…”“Oh please, you’ll be skinny again in a month. I’ve seen you lose and regain the same twenty pounds a dozen times. You know how to diet! I can’t even resist stealing an extra free cookie at the grocery store when the sign clearly says ‘please take only one.’” “Okay, that’s only because if I didn’t, I’d be a blimp!” Robbin shoved her face into her hands and let out a loud wet sob. “I’m never going to lose all this and now no one will think I’m fun or adventurous or exciting. I’m just some frumpy fat chick.” Cat tried to protest, but her efforts to refute fell apart when Robbin broke down. “Listen, it’s not easy, but we can do it - you know how much I hate running, but we can do that every day if you want. And,” she continued, scooting a little closer so she could put one hand on Robbin’s thigh, “The fact that you already eat like garbage - shush, it’s true - and stay thin means you’ll probably be able to burn this off in no time!”Robbin sniffed and looked up at Cat with a trembling smile. “Well, uh… if you don’t have as easy a time, I’ll still think you’re cute, even if your butt stays that way.” There was the sound of a disembodied giggle that echoed through the house. Robbin tried to sit up, failed, and then set to work pulling her jeans off. With some struggling she managed to get them passed her thighs. Then it was just a matter of kicking off her shoes and sliding out of them. She grabbed the ouija board from the coffee table and stood.“Where’s the kitchen?” “Uh, Robbin,” Cat started, her face flushed so much that it matched the hue of her freckles . She tried to wiggle herself to a seated position and winced when her jeans pinched back again and hard. “Maybe using that again isn’t the best idea…”“I’m not going to use it. I’m going to burn it.”

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Cat tugged her partner’s wrist and managed to get them moving in the opposite direction. She heard something tear as she forced her thicker thighs to move and suddenly her jeans felt significantly less confining. She looked over her shoulder, hoping that the ghost wasn’t following.

This drawing is part of a writing collab with venusderubens .

Flabbergasted! - Part EightPart 8 Cat attempted a wobbly jog away from the sadistic spirit, but the way that her thighs refused to separate made running difficult. Robbin grabbed her, tugging her back toward the living room as the ghost jeered after them. Robbin was softer than before, but more balanced than Cat and managed to get them all the way to the foyer. They had nearly reached the front door when the spirit rose up from the floor and cut off their escape. She skidded to a stop though her inertia was significant with her added mass, and it was only thanks to Cat’s lower center of gravity that they avoided toppling over. Cat tugged her partner’s wrist and managed to get them moving in the opposite direction. She heard something tear as she forced her thicker thighs to move and suddenly her jeans felt significantly less confining. She looked over her shoulder, hoping that the ghost wasn’t following. For now the specter was gone, but Robbin seemed to be fully focused on something below Cat’s hips. She felt blood rush up in her face and she nearly scolded her girlfriend, but her attention was stolen by the deepened navel which peeked out from under Robbin’s top. It bounced and wobbled on her paunchy tummy as she tried to keep up. Suddenly Robbin’s own distraction made perfect sense. Unfortunately, with neither of the women watching where they were going, they both ran full speed into the back of the couch and tumbled over the backrest and onto the cushions below. Robbin hit second, landing on Cat and then rolling on to the floor with a hard thud. She cursed, tried to sit up, and found herself unable to bend her legs due to the sheer amount of blubber packed into her skinny jeans. “Is she gone?” She muttered weakly.“I think so,” Cat groaned. She rolled on her side after she felt how much her backside bunched up underneath her while laying on her back, still panting from their failed escape attempt. The new position only served to emphasize just how much Cat’s figure had grown from slightly bottom heavy to ripe pear. “Are you okay?”“What kind of question is that? I’m huge!” Robbin grabbed the sides of her belly and squeezed, turning her navel into a vertical line. “Ghosts are supposed to scare you or get revenge on the people who killed them. Not fatten up unsuspecting girls!” “Well, it’s not like we’ve actually met a ghost before, so how would we know?” Cat whispered back, her eyes caught on Robbin’s hands for a moment before she was able to continue. “And, er, I mean, we’re not that big,” she added, even as the pressure of her jeans and the knowledge that there was a tear somewhere on them that she wasn’t quite ready to inspect yet argued otherwise.“Not that big?” Robbin’s voice cracked. “Maybe not up top!” She slapped at the gentle curve of her chest making her middle wobble. “I swear, that ghost did this on purpose! There’s no way I could get this big and still be so flat.” Cat wasn’t so sure about that. Robbin had been called a lot of things, but “busty” had never been one of them.“Hey, like I’m doing any better,” Cat huffed, her cheeks flushing some as she glanced down toward her own figure. A little more balance - not a ton, but some, maybe? - would have been nice if she was going to get through this. “I’m going to need to get a zip code for my ass after this…”“Oh please, you’ll be skinny again in a month. I’ve seen you lose and regain the same twenty pounds a dozen times. You know how to diet! I can’t even resist stealing an extra free cookie at the grocery store when the sign clearly says ‘please take only one.’” “Okay, that’s only because if I didn’t, I’d be a blimp!” Robbin shoved her face into her hands and let out a loud wet sob. “I’m never going to lose all this and now no one will think I’m fun or adventurous or exciting. I’m just some frumpy fat chick.” Cat tried to protest, but her efforts to refute fell apart when Robbin broke down. “Listen, it’s not easy, but we can do it - you know how much I hate running, but we can do that every day if you want. And,” she continued, scooting a little closer so she could put one hand on Robbin’s thigh, “The fact that you already eat like garbage - shush, it’s true - and stay thin means you’ll probably be able to burn this off in no time!”Robbin sniffed and looked up at Cat with a trembling smile. “Well, uh… if you don’t have as easy a time, I’ll still think you’re cute, even if your butt stays that way.” There was the sound of a disembodied giggle that echoed through the house. Robbin tried to sit up, failed, and then set to work pulling her jeans off. With some struggling she managed to get them passed her thighs. Then it was just a matter of kicking off her shoes and sliding out of them. She grabbed the ouija board from the coffee table and stood.“Where’s the kitchen?” “Uh, Robbin,” Cat started, her face flushed so much that it matched the hue of her freckles . She tried to wiggle herself to a seated position and winced when her jeans pinched back again and hard. “Maybe using that again isn’t the best idea…”“I’m not going to use it. I’m going to burn it.”