“Some of you should be grateful that I’m here. Do you know how far a walk it is from my bed to here?!”
Jessie stared at the reader from across the kitchen table. Gut pressed up against it as she kept eye contact.
“Goodness! I’m shocked you let yourself go to such a degree. But then again, most people do look massive when compared to my perfect figure.”
Jessie looked at Peach and laughed, sinking a hand into the princess’s belly to tease her even more.
Nessa’s actions did have an effect as Jessie’s face turned a soft pink as the model held her face.
“Ha! You think just because you’re a model I should be head over heels? You outta try better!”
Jessie placed her chubby hands on Nessa’s hips and stared back at her.
Nearing her boiling point, Nessa cupped Jessie’s pudgy face in her hand and pulled them closer to hopefully diminish that confidence of hers.
“I don’t like your attitude.”
“And just what’s wrong with you? Here I am topless, a regionally known model and you don’t swoon?”
“‘Oh wow! The wailord finally got too big for our clothes!’ Then they’ll have to use you as a blubbery billboard instead!”
Jessie pushed back against Nessa, trying her best to intimidate the massive model.
“Oh please, you’d be fine if you just bought a few shirts tailored for a snorlax. Me though, I have a certain standard to uphold.”
She jerked her body forward and let go of their own chest, her meaty belly and tits wrestling Jessie’s.
“Just what will my sponsors think?”
“Oh stop whining, you’re a model right? You can just buy a new top. Do you know the kind of scam I’ll have to pull to get a replacement top like mine?”
Jessie huffed pressing her belly and bosom against the model’s, as if to assert herself to Nessa.
“Oh relax, it’s not like you’re nude in front of a huge audience, we’re behind closed doors. Plus I would’ve never guessed it was new it was stretched so thin.”
Jessie laughed, causing the entirety of her to wobble and jiggle.
Nessa’s grin disappeared real fast as her chest spilled out and bounced in the open, causing her to shriek and cover most of her chest with their hammy palms.
“H-Hey! That’s not even a little bloody fair!”
“This was a new outfit, you deranged Grumpig!”
Jessie simply huffed as Abi left, time began to go by and Jessie was starting to feel the hunger but managing to fight it off as she waited what seemed like days for her order to arrive. Even waiting long enough for Abi to return from her buffet trip.
“Go ahead, it’s probably already cleared out by now. Meanwhile I’ll be here waiting for the real feast to arrive.”
Jessie rubbed at her belly in an attempt to soothe its low growls for food
"you had a box of cheese pretzels 4 minutes ago." Abi chided as she tapped her phone at the speed of light. Rolling herself forward at the bedframes protest.
"And that should......do.......it ....Done! First order will be here an hour. I'm going down to clean out the buffet."
Jessie’s stomach let out a ravenous growl as Abi listed multiple foods, all of which sounded delectable.
“Oh I don’t care, just order some food already, I feel like I haven’t eaten for days
Abi rolled to her side. Causing her fat apron to crash over the bed side. Pulling her phone she rapidly tapped against it as if she were texting, each tap another food order.
"Anything you actually want in particular? Pizza,donuts, subs? All the higher end places are closing."
Jessie pants herself down on the bed a loud creaking and groaning being heard as she strained the poor mattress.
“Oh I’m done with that buffet, just order from as many restaurants as you can that are near by. I’m starving!”
Jessie cradled her belly as she spoke.
Abigail grabs the top and follows her in. Her Warm blubber brushing against the extra wide door frame as the two squeeze their way back into the room. Abi crashes onto the bed.
"What do you want to do for dinner? The buffet closes soon and we both know they won't have enough."
“Well anyone who’s looking up here is a creep, not like I’m on full display anyway…”
Jessie makes her way inside, pushing past Abi and sinking her slightly into her immense flab.
@RosalinaRound Abi looked around dumbfounded by the flab covered thief's declaration. Staring out over the city skyline over looking a fountain and reflecting pool. She looked at the scrap of fabric lazily laying on the deck.
"We are on the hotel's balcony, it's close enough!" Abi yelps.
@goldbellycafe Jessie’s face burned a deep red as she swatted Abi’s hands away, thankfully she didn’t seem angry.
“Just leave it alone, thankfully we aren’t in public so they’re fine to hang out…”
@goldbellycafe Jessie gasped as Abi lunged and knocked her bosom about, a slight scowl crossing over her face.
“I appreciate the assistance but next time let ME do it…”
Jussie huffed and pulled her top down, unknowingly causing it to rip.
@goldbellycafe “You’re damn right! Im the model everyone should strive to be!”
Jessie gloated as she smacked her belly, causing it to slosh and wobble.
The redness of Jessie’s face quickly went from embarrassment to anger as she reached forward and tore the model’s top off. Almost as easily as Nessa tore Jessie’s
“There! Now we’re even.”
Jesssie huffed as she continued in a futile attempt to cover her exposed tits.
Once her wardrobe properly malfunctioned, Nessa stepped back and grew an entertained, almost malicious grin.
“Honey, all I did was tip the scale. The same thing would’ve happened if you somehow managed to get airborne.”
“Though… You don’t look like you would’ve jumped about.”
“Hey cut it out! Who do you think you-“
With that Jessie’s bosom blew out of her top, leaving her bare breasts exposed. She turned a deep crimson red as she scrambled to cover herself.
“L-Look at what you just did!!”
“I’m not calling YOU ugly after all. Just that hideous bit of fabric.”
She critiqued and pulled on the other’s top, making their generous chest threaten to burst out.
Jessie smacked the model’s hands away and huffed in slight embarrassment.
“Don’t you put your pompous sausage fingers on me like that! How can you know anything about fashion when your bottoms are mostly covered by your gluttony?”
The rocket member crossed her arms and pouted.
“Oh I know for a fact you’re not speaking to me when you’re at such a size!”
Jessie held a hand out and grabbed a roll of Nessa’s belly fat, shaking it.
“You look like you washed up years ago!”
Nessa scanned Jessie head to toe with her finger on their double chin.
“Well, let’s hope you gain enough for that thing to snap; Girl, that’s a complete fashion disaster!”
The model critiqued and motioned to the stretched out R.
“You look like a stereotypical cartoon villain.”