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Rated: 18+ · Interactive · Food/Cooking · #1947841
The regulars at the small-town mall are starting to get chunky.
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Chapter #5

Post-stuffing stuffings

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Alex walked out of the mall, holding his bulging middle. He scanned the parking lot until he spotted his sister's truck parked nearby. He waddled over and hopped in shotgun.

"Hi." He said to his sister, Holly.

Holly was a semi-tomboy in her early twenties, having long and curly brown hair and fine skin, she usually wore punkish clothes. For example, today she was wearing a leather jacket, sunglasses, and acid washed jeans. She was a fairly skinny girl up until some recent developments allowed her to have a bit of pudge on her belly and thicker thighs.

"So, how were the comics?" Holly asked.

"I wouldn't know. Five minutes after reading, I was asked out on a date by not one, but two girls." Alex replied.

"Alex, what did I tell you about telling tall tales?"

"No, I'm serious! Look, one of them, Sasha, exchanged numbers." Alex whipped out his phone and showed Holly.

"Oh come on! I bet you just made up that number!"

"Holly, go over to the other parking lot."

"Why?"

"Just go."

"Alright, if you insist..."

Holly cruised over to the opposite parking lot. Alex peered out the car window on arrival.

"Look, that's them!" Alex pointed to the cubby girls talking in front of the mall.

"Oh really?" Holly looked over to Alex. "Prove it."

Alex rolled down his window and shouted out, "Sasha! Mia! See you guys tomorrow! Upon hearing the source of the shouting, the girls playfully blew kisses his way.

"See, I told you!"

"Well no shit... You really did go on a date! Unless you paid them..."

"I didn't pay them."

"Alright, whatever you say. Hey, up for some ice cream?"

"Well, I kinda just had lunch."

"Did you pay for it?"

"Well, no, but-" Holly slapped him in the arm. "Ow! What was that for?"

"Don't make the girls pay for your broke ass!"

"She insisted on paying! Besides, there was no way I could have afforded a feast that big!"

"Exactly how big was it?"

"We each had eight burgers and three milkshakes."

"Wow! Can you really eat that much?"

"Apparently..."

"Are you still up for ice-cream? Holly started to get on the main road into town.

"Well, I-"

"C'mon live a little! Besides, I could sure go for some!"

Alex was full beyond belief, but he couldn't say no to treats. "Fine, lets go."

"Cool!" Holly drove to the ice cream shop in town. "You can stay here; I know what you like." Holly ran into the parlor.

Five minutes later Holly came out with the sundaes.

"These are way larger than I remember..." Alex said, examining his sugary treat.

"The XL sundaes are discounted on Fridays." Holly said whilst sticking the spoon into her equally large sundae. "Well, dig in!" Holly laughed.

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"Mom! I'm home from the mall!" Mia cried out upon entering through the garage door.

"Good! Did you get enough to eat?" Mia's mom yelled back.

"I did!"

"How was Sasha?"

"She was hungry, as usual!"

"Oh, that's good to hear!"

Mia's family were immigrants from the old country; somewhere in Eastern Europe. After the war, her family moved to the States following her homeland's mass starvation. Her mother was raised on the value that a fed child was a healthy child. Mia's mother was attentive at making sure that her only child was well-fed, which explains Mia's excess weight.

Mia went up to her room and closed her door. She had an idea. "I probably shouldn't do this..." Mia took of her shirt and her pants, revealing her fleshy and soft physique.
"... But it's too good to resist!" Mia pulled a sack from underneath her bed and emptied its contents on top of it. Candy. Lots, and lots, and lots of candy. Mia hopped on top of her mound and started violently unwrapping the plastic to obtain the sweet substance within.
"I'm such a naughty girl!" She whispered to herself. This is Mia's sole guilty pleasure. It's not a new one by any means, since she only started these sessions only a month or two ago. Mia gained extreme pleasure out of doing this, but she wasn't sure why. All Mia knew was that the more she suffed herself and the more frequently she did it, the more aroused she became.

She ate like a beast for an hour until she fell asleep, surrounded by plastic wrappers.

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Sasha opened the front door of her family's large house and walked inside. "Anyone home?" Sasha called out as she walked deeper into the house.

"Hi." A little voice said. Sasha walked into the kitchen and saw her nine year old sister, Kimmy. Kimmy had black hair, green eyes, and a pudgy little belly. Sasha rolled her eyes at the sight of Kimmy. Kimmy frowned.

"What are you doing now? Sasha asked with little interest.

"Drawing pictures, do you want to see them? Sasha shook her head. "Oh, that's ok..." Kimmy said dishearteningly. Kimmy constantly tried to earn her big sister's approval, but to no avail. Kimmy saw that Sasha was browsing thought the contents of the pantry. "Can you pass me the chocolate cake?" Kimmy asked Sasha.

"Yeah." Sasha said without putting much thought into her action as she gave the store-bought chocolate pound cake to her sister. Kimmy wondered off with the large treat. Sasha pulled out some brownies and retreated to her room with the goodies in hand.

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An hour later, Kimmy held her swollen little tummy. "Oh, that was so good! I should do that more!"

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