Laura was aware of the bar's delivery menu the day it was released. While she had earned her share of friends since her time with the X-Men, part of her was still the girl raised in near-isolation inside a laboratory base. Being able to snack on the bar's famous beer-battered chicken wings and towering burgers made a quiet day away from the bustle of the outside world even better for Laura. Wolfsbane was no more extroverted than Laura, so Rahne quickly fell into line with placing massive delivery requests. Kitty, more than happy to spend the day on a computer, reading a book, or playing some video games, saw no logical flaw in the waves of greasy food showing up at the Xavier institute.
It wasn't long before Laura took to ordering beers. What started with a six-pack soon became stacks of cans, to the point where a sea of aluminum would surround X-23 by the time she was ready to retire to her room from one of the den couches. Lazing around, she began to find time moving much faster than usual; she could burn a whole day watching movies while slurping up dripping cheese and gushing streams of beer. She often took to wearing shirts that she had outgrown long ago, leaving her soft, widening gut hanging out. She could often be seen resting one hand on it contentedly as it filled with yet more sustenance. Laura's ass had swollen to take up nearly two couch cushions, and her belly was just wide enough to keep up with her waist. Her chest was certainly getting weightier, and her face had settled into an extra chin. Laura took note that her body was starting to rankle at her diet; the constant stream of junk food and frothy beer had given her an omnipresent case of gas, and Laura found herself plagued with stomach cramps that even her regenerative abilities couldn't alleviate. Rahne, possessing a canine sense of smell, always seemed to wrinkle her nose around Laura, occasionally remarking that she was developing worse manners than Wolverine.
This went on for some time, until Laura began to re-prioritize. She was going through beer faster than it could be delivered. Bending around the couch to grab fresh bags from the sea of trash around her was starting to make her break a sweat, and she certainly didn't have the energy to be showering all the time, not with so much food to be eaten!
"Kitty? You in there?" Shadowcat was sitting at her computer, stripping a chicken wing clean. Laura noticed her friend's arms were much plumper than a few months ago, and that she was wearing jeans that were missing their button, allowing a handful of pale flesh to poke through from under her just-too-tight tank top. "I was thinking we could head back to the bar at night...just because we're ordering delivery all day doesn't mean we can't go out, y'know?" Shadowcat turned, licking some sauce off her lips. "Sure, though you're going out in that?" Laura's skin-tight black pants had split at either thigh, and her stomach lolled out over her waistband. "Well..I haven't been out much..." Laura examined herself, trying to pretend that the state of her clothes was due to her ignorance rather than her refusal to waste energy dragging herself to go clothes shopping. Kitty got out of her chair and gestured to her hips, where most of her 90 pound gain had fallen. Laura saw that while Kitty's jeans were tight enough to mold her sides into generous lovehandles, they were certainly much bigger than her old ones.
Laura raised an eyebrow. "When did you go clothes shopping?" Kitty smiled. "I just ordered some stuff online!" Laura tried not to blush; even spending 10 minutes online shopping seemed like a chore to her. "Well, just throw on some sweatpants for tonight or something, I'll order some better-fitting clothes for you. It'll be good to go out again; I'll tell you this stuff is greasy! Maybe we'll lose a few pounds walking to the bar..." Kitty's eyes widened as a fart escaped her rear end, splitting her jeans down the middle. Laura noticed her friend's panties were bunched up to a thong-like position due to their lack of a size update. Laura smiled. "I kind of doubt that, but maybe we'll air ourselves out a little!" Laura put a hand on her hips and let out a fart that she was planning on releasing silently in front of her friend until the recent turn of events. Kitty tried her best not to giggle, but failed. Laura raised an eyebrow thoughtfully. "I wonder if all this food is hitting Rahne as hard as us...I kind of hope so, because -burrrrap!- trying to be sneaky about this is going to be trouble!"
"No kidding." Kitty sighed, fanning her hand by her backside, cocking her head to one side.
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