This choice: Later, Kazooie's lunch arrives. • Go Back...Chapter #8Later, Kazooie's lunch arrives. by: Potato King Kazooie grabbed another box of donuts, pulled it open, poured the contents into her eager maw, then threw away the box carelessly. To wash it down, she grabbed a gallon of chocolate milk, and guzzled it all down, tossing the empty container aside. Still thirsty, she popped open a liter of soda, drank it all, then with a belch threw the bottle away too. She then decided she wanted the taste of chocolate milk back in her mouth, so she had another gallon or two. Thinking she could go for a little meat, she reached into a bag, and pulled out a bunch of thick, greasy, warm, calorie-packed cheeseburgers, stuffing as many as she could fit in her beak at once. After that, she took a quadruple decker cake, and shoved her fat, greedy, fat, hungry, fat, fat, FAT face into it, all the way up to the second of her twenty three chins, and getting frosting all over her beachball sized cheeks. After finishing the whole thing in a minute or two, and licking off all the icing she could, she took a extra large pizza with every topping available, dumped a bucket of fried chicken onto it, dipped it in a tub of bacon grease, and took a massive bite. In three more, she'd finished it, and washed it down by drinking the tub of grease.
She ate so ravenously, that it sent jiggles and ripples all throughout her unbelievable body. A thick lair of soft flab surrounded every inch of her rotund self, from her head, almost buried between her huge cheeks and sinking into her thick neck, to her feet, which had only avoided being swallowed by her incredibly swollen legs because they were also having a percentage of the fat settling on them, and had swollen enough to poke out of the spreading masses that were her legs. Her impossible stomach, which seemed filled to maximum capacity (though she kept filling it more and more and more) consisted of a huge globe of flesh with a roll of developed fat over it. It was gradually swelling bigger and bigger with every piece of food she greedily scarfed down. Resting comfortably atop her gut, were the two enormous jiggling spheres of her breasts. On her back were at least fifteen thick rolls of back fat that almost covered up her tail. Also, her ass had grown to an obscene size, each soft, plush, rippling cheek was almost the size of her gut. Well, not quite, but still pretty darn big and impressive. It had long since burst out of Banjo's backpack, and was showing no signs of shrinking as she continued to engorge herself on the calorie laden feast she'd ordered, her steadily increasing weight being a staggering 437 pounds.
Speaking of Banjo, by this point he had finished three pizzas and two liters of soda. He weighed 298 pounds, and had gotten tired of feeling Kazooie's jiggling, ever expanding body press into his back, so he'd gotten up and decided to go for a walk. After about five steps, bringing him three feet away from his original spot, he was panting, out of breath, and sat down. It occurred to him just how out of shape he really was. Sitting on the ground, he leaned forward, and felt his huge gut squish, preventing him from leaning forward all the way. As if it were some massive pillow (not nearly as massive as Kazooie's, however), he slowly...slowly...drifted off to sleep. indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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