Ken finally pried himself free of Jenny's pudgy embrace. Getting up and inspecting the bottles, he picked up the empty bottle Jenny chugged and sniffed the inside, sweet and creamy smelling. He turned it in his hand, finding the label. He mumbled as he read it.
"500% ... best before ... weight gain, arousal, addiction ... property damage due to weight gain?" his member swelled slightly. He looked at the other five bottles, he grinned with excitement. Then didn't. This was serious stuff, she had put on a lot of weight in just one meal. She's never looked sexier though, and maybe just one more wouldn't hurt. He looked over her mountainous figure, she's asleep now. God, she's so sexy. But no, she wouldn't want that, she said she would reach her goal weight... Ken got her to bed and later that night climbed in with her, she clung to him all night. In the morning, Jenny slowly woke up, and sat up, looming over Ken.
"Oh wow, that one drink did all this?" she ran her hands up her belly and cupped her hefty bosom.
"Hmph? Oh, yea. Just one." Ken said as he awoke, one of his hands groping her belly. "So what do you plan on doing with the other five bottles?"
"Oh, uh, I don't know..." she pondered aloud, "Maybe save them just in case I lose weight or maybe for a a rainy day." she laid back down during the last part and looked up at Ken.
"Or you could drink them all today." Ken said suggestively.
"No, I'm the perfect size." Jenny replied noncommittally.
"You don't sound too sure," Ken responded, wrapping his arms around her, his hands barely touching behind her.
"We'll see." Jenny deflected it. "Make me some breakfast please?" Ken smiles and gets up to make her a good sized breakfast.