This choice: After "breakfast", the Bear and Bird are lazing around as usual • Go Back... Banjo was a little surprised at Kazooie. During breakfast, she'd eaten every single leftover pizza that they had. All seventeen. And to polish it off, seven buckets of fried chicken, forty hot dogs, twenty three burgers, and fourteen collective gallons of various kinds of soda.
Now he and Kazooie were sitting on their beanbag chair outside, relaxing and being generally lazy. Except, where Kazooie would usually be playing video games, she had spent the past three minutes waiting for the food she ordered on the phone. ...And she had spent the past eight minutes before that ordering food on the phone.
Her enormous, distended gut touched the ground, and was spilling over the tight blue backpack banjo wore, filled to the brim with her titanic lower half. Two giant, soft, rotund, jiggly buttocks the size of medicine balls were crammed in, stretching the fabric and constantly pressing against Banjo's back.
Beneath her absurdly bloated belly were her legs, oh her legs. How could I describe those legs, the thighs must have weighed forty pounds each at least, and they were massively swollen, the perfect support for her incredible ass. Below them were her incredible calves, weighing fifteen pounds each or more. Even her feet had gained a lair of fat, weighing over two pounds each, with her long toes swollen to the size of hot dogs. All that incredible mass packed into that tight, stretched backpack. Her unbelievable stomach couldn't fit in there, so it was pouring over the edge and touching the ground. Going up, her wings were pumped up with fat, and somewhat difficult for her to move. Her breast was shockingly huge, coated in a thick layer of blubber. Going around her torso, the seventeen oversized rolls of back fat she had could be used as a pillow when Banjo sat down with her. And leading up to her head was a massively thick neck, fifteen or sixteen chins, and on her face were two large, plump cheeks, that served as a lovely frame for her hungry, eager mouth, always open to food of any sort.
"Uh, Kazooie?" said Banjo, weighing in at 297 pounds.
"What is it?" replied Kazooie, who had grown a bit from the big breakfast, weighing in at a healthy 316 pounds.
"That food you ordered was for both of us, right?"
"What? Haaaahaha!" Kazooie's laughter sent ripples through her blubbery self, and her whole body shook like a jello cake. "You really are a glutton! Trying to get some of my meal. We each order our own, separate lunches, remember? That's how it's always been. Fatso!"
"Oh, yeah. Sorry. I guess I was just being greedy." Banjo said reluctantly. "...Hey Kazooie?"
"What now, you oBEARse thing you?"
"I was just jealous because even though we eat the same stuff, you're in better shape then me...also nice pun."
"Thank you! It's a gift of mine."
"Perfect health or a really good sense of humor?"
"Both!" said Kazooie, laughing, which jiggled her enormous body even more.
And people say I'm the dumb one Banjo thought, as he felt Kazooie's gigantic, soft, blob like form pressed against his, shaking, rippling, and jiggling immensely.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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