Lisa hefts a large jug from her duffle bag, tossing the bag aside and holding it at waist-height with both arms. The large clear wine-jug is embossed with a rather fancy, mystical-looking design. There is a bright-green, viscous fluid within that sloshes around heavily. You lower yourself a little to view its contents, staring from the jug to Lisa and then back again. You ask what it is, eyes fixated on the strange liquid.
"Oh my, nothing special." Lisa replies with a smirk. "It's just a little something I've been brewing up."
You raise an eyebrow and look up at her plump visage as she smiles down at you over her pale-skinned bosom.
"Rapid weight-gain formula." she answers, a certain deliciousness about those words as they tumble from her mouth.
"Are you serious?!" You ask, under any other circumstances you might have been dubious, but the proof appears to be in the pudding of a girl standing before you!
"But of course." The girl replies, running a plumped hand across her thick hips as evidence to this fact.
Still staring dumbly, you look over your friend's new curves; soaking her in now that the shock of seeing her this way has worn a little. Her breast-flesh seems to overflow her tiny black bikini in all of the right places, wrestling against the cups of her bra and overflowing like baking bread; the straps cutting into her cushioned pillows and buried in the fat of her shoulders and back. Her panties are almost entirely invisible, buried beneath rump-cheek and gut fat. That heavy globe of a buddha-belly hangs over her crotch area and buries any hope of seeing the front-triangle of her bikini-bottom. A similar story in the back too, her two globular cheeks devour the material with ease like a string cutting through dough.
A slow smile graces Lisa's lips as she enjoys your attention, simply standing and watching as you ogle her. Running her tongue across her lips, which even themselves seem to have plumped-up somewhat, she places a hand a her hip and uses the others to snap her tubby fingers at you.
“Are you quite finished?” The asks with a grin.
“Oh!” You say, fumbling for words “Sorry...”
Lisa reassures you that it's fine with a knowing chuckle. You have so many questions, you don't know where to start. Perhaps you could try asking...
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