The two girls fell right into their chairs, their oversized rears cushioning their landings as they stared in awe at the first pizza, drooling.

“It smells great.” noted Jasmine.

“Well, if it smells this good, then it must taste even better.” Whitney suggested.  The two, a bit parched by their walking, gulped down a bit of milk, before grabbing a pair of warm slices.  They raised the slices of pizza up to their mouths, opened up, and took bites.

“So warm and tasty!” Jasmine said as she savored her bite.

“Not bad!” Whitney added.  “I’m impressed.  The cheese is way better than I thought it would be.”

“And the crust is very soft too!” Jasmine chimed in, a smile across her pudgy face.  The two abruptly paused and looked each other in the eyes.  A second later, the two were frantically inhaling slices as if nothing had entered their mouths in centuries.  The girls were showing great progress in their gluttony, as they managed to finish off even large slices of pizza in a mere two bites.  They occasionally peppered in pretzels with their pizzas, the saltiness of the twisted treats not phasing them.  At the rapid rate they were eating it was almost as if there wasn’t a single moment that there was not food in their mouths.

And with pound after pound of food came pound after pound of fat.  The enriched milk augmented their gain very well.  Whitney’s bust, belly, and behind bulged out and began pushing against their table.  Whitney rapidly widened and began to overtake her chair, while her once small chest continued swelling out.  Yet just as they were back at Whitney’s farm, the girls were too busy with their food to notice how much larger they were getting, or the stares in their direction.  The pizza and pretzels were just too good for them to care.

It was somewhere in the neighborhood of 300 pounds that the inevitable happened.  Their poor clothes, which probably should have given up the ghost a good 100 pounds ago, were finally reduced to threads.  Jasmine’s over strained dress ripped right down the middle and fell to her sides, while Whitney’s shirt and shorts bursted right off of her frame.  

The two sat in their chairs clad only in their underwear (Whitney having a small black undershirt in place of her bra), which seemed to be holding out much better than their clothes had by the virtue of decency.  Every roll, bulge, curve, and jiggle of their flabby figures was now visible, but the girls were still far too entranced by their food to care.  Besides, without any pesky clothes in the way there would be much less in the way to hinder the progress of their growing bodies.

Of course, this wasn’t going to stop them.  As long as there were pizzas and pretzels in front of them, they were going to feast.  There would be no stopping them until not a splatter of sauce or a piece of salt remained. Of course, their wild eating habits were still altering their bodies.  Whitney and Jasmine were practically inflating as they gorged.

Everything good must come to and end, and Whitney and Jasmine were on their last pretzels.  They bit off pieces of the fresh, warm twists and chewed them up as they dreamed of the pizzas that just seconds ago sat in front of them.  Whitney popped the last bite size piece of pretzel into her mouth and reached for another, only to find herself reaching for nothing but air.  The fact that her belly was preventing her from leaning any further was also on her mind, but food was more important.  

A second later Jasmine’s pudgy hand joined Whitney’s on the table, feeling around for something else edible.  She swept her hand across the table, making sure that no one missed any pretzels, when she accidently grabbed onto Whitney’s plump paw.  Convinced that it was a piece of food that she had missed she began to pull it towards her mouth, which was wide open and teeth bared.  Whitney’s arm and body soon followed, her belly flopping across the table and shaking madly.

“Um, Jasmine?” Whitney protested as Jasmine pulled her further across the table.  Jasmine blinked a few times in disbelief and blushed deeply once she realized what she was doing.  She gently set Whitney’s arm back on the table, allowing Whitney to recline back into her chair.  Whitney and Jasmine looked down at the table, which had been knocked loose when Jasmine pulled Whitney’s 510 pounds across it.

“Oh Whitney, I’m so sorry!” Jasmine exclaimed, her large cheeks as red as the pizza sauce that stained her mouth.  “I guess I got carried away.” She chuckled as she tried to make light of her situation.

“No problem!” Whitney joined Jasmine in laughter, her belly heaving and dancing.

“I guess I’m still hungry!” Jasmine declared, puzzled by the situation.  She heard the sound of a stomach rumbling, but was startled when she realized that it was not hers that was rumbling.  She slowly looked up to see Whitney smiling sheepishly.

“Well, I’m still hungry too.”  Whitney added, resting her double chin on her hands.  She scooted her chair back to give herself more room to maneuver.  She bent over, her breasts and belly hanging down towards the ground, and shuffled through her ruined clothes in search of her VIP card.  After seconds later she heaved herself upright in her chair, held up her card, and grinned.

“So, what do you want to eat?” Jasmine asked.

“Well, we just had the main course, so how about some dessert?” Whitney asked.

“Ooh, that sounds very good!” Jasmine replied.  The two girls were actually aware that they had gorged on pie and ice cream less than an hour ago, but they didn’t care about this minor detail.  They scooted their chairs back to give themselves room to move, and made their way onto their feet.  This was a more difficult effort than it would have been 400 pounds ago.  They planted their feet on the ground and grabbed hold of the table to give themselves some balance.  They then began to slowly pull themselves upright.  When they felt that they were standing up straight enough they let go of the table and allowed themselves to try and keep their balance on their own.

“Woo...” Whitney yelped as she searched for her new center of gravity. Now that the girls were standing up they finally had a chance to realize how much their fat weighed down on them.  They had both broken past the 500 pound milestone, doubling their mass in record time and magnifying their body features.  Their globular bellies filled out their laps and intruded onto their thick thighs.  Their panties held on to their oversized rears, which bounced and jostled as well as any other of their oversized body parts did.

“Ooh...” Jasmine cooed as she stared over her softened shoulders and roll covered back at her bottom.  It was miraculous that her seat managed to hold it, as a rear of its weight and width would likely dismantle any lesser chair.  She shifted her wide hips to the left and to the right, curiously investigating the motion of her behind.  After a few seconds of this she craned her head around and began to look at the front of her body.  She quickly peered up for a second to see that Whitney was doing the same.

“We’ve really tubbed out, haven’t we?” Whitney asked, smirking.

“It would seem that way...” Jasmine replied, prodding her gut. Whitney looked up, that smirk still on her face.  She waddled up to Jasmine and pressed her belly up against hers, inadvertently mashing their breasts together in the process.  Whitney’s were still the rounder and heavier of the pair, but Jasmine was still developing impressively compared to her formerly thin self.  Their two fleshy bellies jostled as they impacted, before Whitney fell back onto her heels.  “Why did you do that?” Jasmine asked, slightly confused by Whitney’s actions.

“No idea, really.  I just felt like giving someone a belly bump.” Whitney chuckled brightly, Jasmine joining her a few seconds later.  Their laughter was interrupted, however, by the simultaneous growling of their stomachs.

“Oh dear!” Jasmine squeaked.

“I think this is our bellies’ way of telling us to quit standing around yapping and get some food!” Whitney proclaimed.

“I like the sound of that.” Jasmine smiled.