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And here it is, part three of my WG sequence request for [link]

Part 1: [link]

Part 2: [link]

Part 4: [link]

As you have probably noticed, there are no speech bubbles in this panel. That is because this is the info-dump, expository chapter that will set up the rest to come, and so I present to you, Chapter 3: In Which Some Secrets are Revealed:

“You know, when I asked you for a more covering shirt, I meant one that would actually, you know, cover me. Not one that just moved the uncovered part northwards.” Gwen said as she sat, sunken into the black leather seats of Valory’s car.

“Sorry, that was all I had.” Valory replied while giving her an apologetic look.

“Show off”, Gwen shot back, jabbing Valory playfully in the ribs.

“Hey, don’t do that while I’m driving! Besides, you aren’t exactly petite yourself, that shirt fits you like a glove.”

“Yeah but I don’t go waving mine around in front of everyone.” Gwen shot back as she twisted her

“Hey, I’m taking you out to lunch. I think you should be appreciating me more,” Valory said, turning to Gwen with a small smirk.

“I know, it’s just… I want to be kind of inconspicuous. I don’t like going out looking like this, especially given that we’re going to be talking about things I don’t generally like talking about around a bunch of people,” she said with a small frown.

“Don’t worry about that. This is just a little hole in the wall place where we can sit and talk without anyone overhearing us.”

There were a few moments of silence before Gwen spoke up again, “Why do you want to know about this so badly?”

“Because we’ve been friends for years, Gwen, and I’m concerned for you. That and since we’re going to be rooming together next year, I’d like to be sure you’re not going to go out partying then come back and eat me or something.”

“Hah hah… you should be a comedian,” said back with more than a hint of sarcasm.

“Thank you, thank you, I’ll be here ‘til Thursday. And look, we’re here”

Gwen looked up, “Dan’s Diner? Never heard of it.”

“Isn’t that the point?”

“I guess. Doesn’t look like there are too many other people here.”

“Exactly.”

The girls exited the car and made their way across the parking lot. Gwen pushed open the door to the diner to the tune of small bells hung above the doorway. Valory pointed at a booth seat in the far corner of the room that was isolated from the handful of other customers in the restaurant, and they walked over and sat down in silence.

One of the waitresses looked over their way and shouted “I’ll be with you in a minute!”

Valory nodded the affirmative, and then looked back at her friend across the table.

“All right, we’re here, now tell me what’s going on with you.”

“Right to the point, huh? Alright,” she said, putting her hands up, “I’ll come clean.

“I have a very rare condition. Actually, it’s an extremely rare combination of two very rare conditions. The first is that the nerves that are supposed to tell my brain that my stomach is full… don’t work. The second is that the ones telling it my stomach is empty are hypersensitive. So its basically a one two punch for crazy overeating. I’ve learned to control it over the years, but when those assholes spiked that punch, well, I lost that control, and that’s why I went so crazy. So you probably don’t have to worry about me going out and getting drunk at parties, ‘cause you saw exactly what happens if I do. So there you go.”

“And there’s nothing you can do to fix it?”

“Nope. The doctors don’t even know exactly what causes it yet. I asked the same thing when I was first told about this, and they said a cure was a long way off. There’s just not enough people who have this problem for them to put much effort into fixing it.

“So is it difficult to try to keep that all under control?”

“Oh yeah, very difficult. I mean, I’m basically having to try to control a brain that constantly thinks it’s ravenously hungry. Sometimes I even wonder what it would be like to just give in to it and just let myself go…,” she said as she looked across the table at her friend and saw something she didn’t expect.

“You know, that is not the face I thought you would have after hearing that. Wait…”

Just then the waitress came over, with one hand on a small notebook and other on her blue pinstripe clad hips, and asked in a flat tone, “Can I get you ladies something to drink?”

Valory quickly shot back a very nervous sounding order for two Cokes, and the waitress walked off with a half-hearted promise to go get the drinks.

Valory looked like she wanted to say something, but Gwen was too fast, “You were totally just turned on by me talking about letting myself go weren’t you?”

“What?! No! Of course not!” Her face had turned beet red.

“Admit it. You’re a chubby chaser aren’t you?” Gwen jabbed at her.
“No!”

“Come on, I was just all honest with you about what’s going on with me, now tell me the truth. I saw your face and ‘I’m totally turned on right now’ was written all over it.”

Just then the waitress came back and plopped the drinks in front of them, all the while giving them a strange, sideways glance.

“Yeah, I think I’m gonna give you two a few more minutes to look over the menu, okay? Okay.” She said in the same, dull tone, as she walked briskly away from the table.

“Could you keep it down? Fine. I’ll admit it. I like… well girls for one. But I think you already knew that one.”

Gwen nodded. “Yeah you don’t make too much of a secret of that.”

Valory shushed her again, “Seriously, stop being so loud. But yes, I also happen to like… bigger girls. It’s kind of a freaky fetish thing. Fat turns me on.”

Gwen looked deeply into Valory’s eyes and said in the most earnest tone she could muster, “That’s okay, Valory, because you know what?”

Valory inadvertently leaned in a little closer. “What?” she asked back.

“It kinda turns me on too.”

And with that, she leaned all the way across the table and planted a soft kiss right on Valory’s lips. She then sat back to survey the aftershock.

It didn’t seem that Valory’s face could have gotten any redder than it was before, but the impossible had been done. She just sat, staring at Gwen, then stuttered out, “I… I think I’m… think I’m going to go to the bathroom… real fast.”

Gwen just sat there with a little smile on her face.

The waitress came back over again, and asked, “So whad’ya want, ma’am? And what happened to your friend?”

“Oh, she’ll be back, but I think I know what I want to order. Just one question though.”

“Yeah? What is it?”

“What’s the biggest meal you guys have here?”

Wowza. That turned very long going from word to this comment box.

But anyways, the character of Gwen is copyright the original owners, I did not create her.

Description
And here it is, part three of my WG sequence request for [link]

Part 1: [link]

Part 2: [link]

Part 4: [link]

As you have probably noticed, there are no speech bubbles in this panel. That is because this is the info-dump, expository chapter that will set up the rest to come, and so I present to you, Chapter 3: In Which Some Secrets are Revealed:

“You know, when I asked you for a more covering shirt, I meant one that would actually, you know, cover me. Not one that just moved the uncovered part northwards.” Gwen said as she sat, sunken into the black leather seats of Valory’s car.

“Sorry, that was all I had.” Valory replied while giving her an apologetic look.

“Show off”, Gwen shot back, jabbing Valory playfully in the ribs.

“Hey, don’t do that while I’m driving! Besides, you aren’t exactly petite yourself, that shirt fits you like a glove.”

“Yeah but I don’t go waving mine around in front of everyone.” Gwen shot back as she twisted her

“Hey, I’m taking you out to lunch. I think you should be appreciating me more,” Valory said, turning to Gwen with a small smirk.

“I know, it’s just… I want to be kind of inconspicuous. I don’t like going out looking like this, especially given that we’re going to be talking about things I don’t generally like talking about around a bunch of people,” she said with a small frown.

“Don’t worry about that. This is just a little hole in the wall place where we can sit and talk without anyone overhearing us.”

There were a few moments of silence before Gwen spoke up again, “Why do you want to know about this so badly?”

“Because we’ve been friends for years, Gwen, and I’m concerned for you. That and since we’re going to be rooming together next year, I’d like to be sure you’re not going to go out partying then come back and eat me or something.”

“Hah hah… you should be a comedian,” said back with more than a hint of sarcasm.

“Thank you, thank you, I’ll be here ‘til Thursday. And look, we’re here”

Gwen looked up, “Dan’s Diner? Never heard of it.”

“Isn’t that the point?”

“I guess. Doesn’t look like there are too many other people here.”

“Exactly.”

The girls exited the car and made their way across the parking lot. Gwen pushed open the door to the diner to the tune of small bells hung above the doorway. Valory pointed at a booth seat in the far corner of the room that was isolated from the handful of other customers in the restaurant, and they walked over and sat down in silence.

One of the waitresses looked over their way and shouted “I’ll be with you in a minute!”

Valory nodded the affirmative, and then looked back at her friend across the table.

“All right, we’re here, now tell me what’s going on with you.”

“Right to the point, huh? Alright,” she said, putting her hands up, “I’ll come clean.

“I have a very rare condition. Actually, it’s an extremely rare combination of two very rare conditions. The first is that the nerves that are supposed to tell my brain that my stomach is full… don’t work. The second is that the ones telling it my stomach is empty are hypersensitive. So its basically a one two punch for crazy overeating. I’ve learned to control it over the years, but when those assholes spiked that punch, well, I lost that control, and that’s why I went so crazy. So you probably don’t have to worry about me going out and getting drunk at parties, ‘cause you saw exactly what happens if I do. So there you go.”

“And there’s nothing you can do to fix it?”

“Nope. The doctors don’t even know exactly what causes it yet. I asked the same thing when I was first told about this, and they said a cure was a long way off. There’s just not enough people who have this problem for them to put much effort into fixing it.

“So is it difficult to try to keep that all under control?”

“Oh yeah, very difficult. I mean, I’m basically having to try to control a brain that constantly thinks it’s ravenously hungry. Sometimes I even wonder what it would be like to just give in to it and just let myself go…,” she said as she looked across the table at her friend and saw something she didn’t expect.

“You know, that is not the face I thought you would have after hearing that. Wait…”

Just then the waitress came over, with one hand on a small notebook and other on her blue pinstripe clad hips, and asked in a flat tone, “Can I get you ladies something to drink?”

Valory quickly shot back a very nervous sounding order for two Cokes, and the waitress walked off with a half-hearted promise to go get the drinks.

Valory looked like she wanted to say something, but Gwen was too fast, “You were totally just turned on by me talking about letting myself go weren’t you?”

“What?! No! Of course not!” Her face had turned beet red.

“Admit it. You’re a chubby chaser aren’t you?” Gwen jabbed at her.
“No!”

“Come on, I was just all honest with you about what’s going on with me, now tell me the truth. I saw your face and ‘I’m totally turned on right now’ was written all over it.”

Just then the waitress came back and plopped the drinks in front of them, all the while giving them a strange, sideways glance.

“Yeah, I think I’m gonna give you two a few more minutes to look over the menu, okay? Okay.” She said in the same, dull tone, as she walked briskly away from the table.

“Could you keep it down? Fine. I’ll admit it. I like… well girls for one. But I think you already knew that one.”

Gwen nodded. “Yeah you don’t make too much of a secret of that.”

Valory shushed her again, “Seriously, stop being so loud. But yes, I also happen to like… bigger girls. It’s kind of a freaky fetish thing. Fat turns me on.”

Gwen looked deeply into Valory’s eyes and said in the most earnest tone she could muster, “That’s okay, Valory, because you know what?”

Valory inadvertently leaned in a little closer. “What?” she asked back.

“It kinda turns me on too.”

And with that, she leaned all the way across the table and planted a soft kiss right on Valory’s lips. She then sat back to survey the aftershock.

It didn’t seem that Valory’s face could have gotten any redder than it was before, but the impossible had been done. She just sat, staring at Gwen, then stuttered out, “I… I think I’m… think I’m going to go to the bathroom… real fast.”

Gwen just sat there with a little smile on her face.

The waitress came back over again, and asked, “So whad’ya want, ma’am? And what happened to your friend?”

“Oh, she’ll be back, but I think I know what I want to order. Just one question though.”

“Yeah? What is it?”

“What’s the biggest meal you guys have here?”

Wowza. That turned very long going from word to this comment box.

But anyways, the character of Gwen is copyright the original owners, I did not create her.