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The titans girls are alone at the tower and are about to go through some weird problems.

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Chapter #5

An hour later theyve filled the chairs

    by: too much free time Author IconMail Icon
60 minutes after the stuffing began.

If you were to enter that room you would wonder how the heck the floor doesn't cave in from the 12 tonnes of sheer fat pressing down on it.

In this room were three immense blobs of fat that had lost any and all room to their consumption. Hands and feet had disipeared as the fat on their arms and legs grew past them and swallowed them.

It is interesting to not that their undergarments were now the only thing seperating them from indecency as if by magic.

Thier breast were now many times heavier than the metal man cyborg was and as big as an overstuffed beanbag chair.

The conveyer belt had adjusted itself to drop the pies over the blobs since their head had long since followed thier hands and feet and were swallowed by their blubber also. They now only had enough space to breath and catch the pies in their awaiting horribly bloated mouths.

The girls once pretty faces now looked like they had been stung thousands of times. The fat had covered not only thir cheeks but their entire faces and actually prevented the girls from opening their eyes under the weight even for starfires super strengh. They now hand so many chins that it put you in mind of the old phonebook joke and made you seriously think about it.

They had already filled the chairs. Thier guts pushing out and actually starting to spill over them. Surprisingly the floor not creaking under the strain.

All they could think about now was the pie. Their every other sense besides taste was blunted by the fat surrounding them. Hering gone because their ear's were surrounded by fat. their noses pressed shut by fat on either side. Sight already explained. Touch they still had in a sense but it was lost on anything past the feeling of sinking in a pool full of pudding.

Mother looked at the girls proudly. The hour was up so it was finally time to stop feeding her sweety's. After all it was bad manners to for mother to eat before she'd filled up her baby's.

She halts the pie production. Making moans emanate from the blobs.

"Now now dears. Youve had your fill now...." She trailed off as she assumed her true monsterous form. "...It's mother's turn to eat."
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