"Hey Sandy, those donuts sure look good..." Rachael said, moving next to her for a better look.
Yeah, donuts, she thought. I'll just have a few of these and then I'll be full.
"Which do you want?" Sandy asked, smiling.
"Gee, I don't know..." Rachael said.
"I'll have a few while you decide, then!" Sandy said as she lifted the box above her head and tipped it, sending all the donuts tumbling down her mouth and into her stomach.
Rachael's jaw dropped. Her belly growled. She just had to eat something, and this stupid woman just ate every last donut there was!
"You snooze, you lose," Sandy grinned.
"Oh, I'll be enjoying those donuts one way or another," Rachael growled. She grabbed Sandy by her pudgy wrists and popped them into her mouth.
"Hey, I'm sorry Rach, I'll -" Sandy's pleas were cut off as Rachel grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her head inside. Sandy's soft, ample breasts slid down easily. Her large, stuffed belly was a bit of a problem, but Rachael tried and gluped it down. The legs were easy. Soon, nothing was left except a pair of expensive shoes that had slipped off while Sandy was kicking down Rachael's throat.
Rachael leaned heavily on the nearby counter and bleched. Her belly was now easily larger than the rest of her, sticking out past her boobs and resting heavily on her hips and thighs. Her work clothes failed to contain it, her top rolling up to expose her deep navel.
"Aaaaah, it's good to be full again," she contentedly licked her lips.
Just then, a coughing sound from around the corner alerted her to Rick's return. The bald man crossed the kitchen and was about to leave when he looked directly at Rachael's bloated form, his eyes grew wide.
"Damn, you got fat!" He grunted.