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    Bella Mkay

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    Another New AGT Model - Ayesha Perry-Iqbal

    I think she lost weight, still gorgeous
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    Another New AGT Model - Ayesha Perry-Iqbal

    Very pretty woman
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    Security Detail Can Be Fattening

    Roy called Rosa all day and all night but to no avail. After the first two calls everything went straight to voicemail. Frustrated, he thought about going to her apartment but decided against it; he was too nervous that any action like that would lead her to dump him. He had never been in a relationship before and was not going to risk doing anything that would ruin his only chance to fix things. He knew she had taken a few days off from work so he expected to patch things up when they worked together. However, when those days passed and on the first day she was supposed to return she called out sick, Roy began to think that he was finished. He called her frantically and when it once again went to voicemail he was about to leave a message but chickened out. He threw the phone to the grown and began to weep. As he sat there in the locker room weeping, a familiar voice emerged from behind. “Hey look who decided to show up today. How’s it going bud?” Roy looks over to see George standing next to him. Well, more appropriately, his gut. The big man is standing in front of him in his ill fitting uniform with a bottle of Pepsi in his hand. He takes a big swig before letting out a belch. "Hey, George. Um, have you spoken to Rosa today?" "Sorry bud, haven't talked to her since our last shift the other day." "Damn it. Ok, thanks man." George is a little puzzled by this. "Weren't you just with her? I thought that was Comic-Con?" Roy looks at the floor in an attempt to hide his dismay. George sees through it. "What happened?" He puts his hand on Roy's shoulder. "You can tell me bud. We're friends." Roy lets out another sigh. He's obviously upset about something and George can tell. "You guys get in a fight?" Roy goes about telling the story about what happened at Comic-Con, sparing no details and not lying about anything that happened. George listens and waits to assess what has happened. "That is a tough one. Let me ask you, do you love her?" The question takes Roy aback. "I, I er, I um. I guess I do?" "You guess?" "Well, I mean, I dunno, I think I do." George's voice and tone get stern as he stares at the smaller security guard. "Look Roy. You're my friend and I like you but Rosa and I have been friends for years. So if you're going to lie to me or hurt her I'm going to kick your ass. Now you tell me, right now, no bullshit, do you love her?" The question puts him on the defensive. He’s never been in love before and honestly doesn’t know how to respond. He thinks back to their first real time hanging out together. They had just seen Diablo and Roy was critiquing it in the best way he could. “Man, that movie was so god awful.” Rosa, sipping a large cup of soda, lets out a belch and continues waddling along side him. She doesn’t know much of the mythology so she doesn’t want to sound stupid. She ponders what to say. “I mean, like, um, how dumb was it?” “Horrible CGI, makes Gollum look like a guy in a costume!” “Ha ha snort, yeah, Goldberg. What a stupid character he was. Glad he never made it into the other movies!” This comment makes him stop in tracks. He turns to the shorter and much stockier woman and gives her the snake eyes. “Who is Goldberg?” Rosa begins to sweat more than usual. She doesn’t know why but she doesn’t want to upset Roy. She begins to stammer. “Um, um, the guy. You know, the CGI guy from the movies. “Rosa, are you telling me you’ve NEVER watched Lord of the Rings? Like, ever?” “I, um, urp, um.” She looks at him and knows she can’t lie anymore. “No! No! I’ve never watched Lord of the Rings before! I’m sorry!” She is about to cry while Roy tries to figure out what to do. He puts his hand on her shoulder and tells her it’s ok. He hugs her and tries very hard not to get aroused. At first she doesn’t respond but then he notes she is grabbing him a little close. He backs away in shock and confusion and also not to make himself look bad. “I mean, it’s totally fine. You can tell me these things. You know that, right?” “I, snort, didn’t want you to think lesser of me. I know you know so much about film and that’s really cool and I just didn’t wanna look like a loser is all. “Aw, you’re not a loser at all, just a novice. I promise I’ll watch them all with you and answer any questions.” “Really? You don’t mind?” He looks at her again and notices how happy she seems to be now. He nods. “Not at all. Come on, let’s get dinner and we can talk some more.” His mind comes back to the present and how she quickly studied all the shows and movies he loved; how she even subjected herself to ridicule to dress up with him for something he always wanted to do. He realizes how happy they make one another and finally understands his mistake and what he would lose if he doesn't admit the truth. "You're right George, I do love her. I need to make this right." George smiles. "That's what I wanted to hear. I think.." His sentence is cut off. "George! George! Where the hell are you! George!" George shakes his head and grunts. "Yes Karen?" "George do you see what time it is?!? It's 10:20 and I'm 15 minutes behind on my much needed coffee to complete this round. I don't know what you're doing but you need to get over to Dunkin Donuts now!" The former muscle head gives his walkie talkie the finger before gruffly replying. "I'll be there in a second. Melanie already knows you're coming, you don't have to wait for me." "Hustle up tubby, I'm not gonna look bad to make you feel better. " She logs off. "What a fucking pain in the ass", George says before reattaching his walkie talkie to his belt. It takes a bit of effort due to the sheer size of his gut. "I don't know how you put up with it." "It's not, huff, easy. You'd think like 7 free coffees a shift would help but it doesn't. Even when she's not being abusive it's in a condescending way. 'George you didn't add enough cream or George tell your girlfriend I ordered an extra large not a medium or George glazed are good but I prefer chocolate glazed'. Ugh it's a hassle." "It's not right.I'd talk to Ross." "That won't do any good, he loves her. Besides, if she ever passes the police exam he doesn't want her to get back at him. She seems vindictive." "When's her test again? She hasn't mentioned that for a bit", Roy responds while checking to see if Rosa has decided to get back to him (she hasn't). George smiles. It was about three weeks ago and she claims that thanks to this place she hasn't been able to train which hasn't allowed her to keep pace with the changes the department has made to their entrance exams. She failed though I couldn't really make out why, she was angrily eating a glazed donut.” Roy chuckles. "Anyway, I have to go get over there before she kills me. Roy, go tell Rosa how you feel. Make things right. I'm counting on you." He waddles away and Roy nods his head recognizing what he has to do. With confidence he's never had, he waddles himself to Ross' office. "Boss, I'm not feeling good, I think I'm gonna go home. I may have caught what Rosa has." Ross looks at him and just shrugs his shoulders. "Whatever, we were gonna be overbooked in an hour anyway. Go home and get rest and don't touch anything, I don't want to get sick too." Roy fakes a cough and Ross yells for him to leave. Pleased with himself, Roy leaves the mall and hurries to his car, determined to tell the woman he loves how he really feels.
  5. Probably not much bigger than her belly...
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    Security Detail Can Be Fattening

    The amount of people waiting in line by the time they left the diner was insane. Roy, a bit agitated that his girlfriend had forced them to get donuts and then breakfast before standing outside the convention, finally relaxed. It was nice weather and he was among like minded people. He glanced over and saw others doing the cosplay scene; there was a guy in a Deadpool costume with overalls and a straw hat, claiming to be "Farmerpool"; a woman dressed up in a karate gi and a blond wig who thought she was a "Super Saiyajin"; and a couple with their son, all dressed up with blood and disheveled clothing acting like zombies. He couldn't have been more thrilled. "Wow, there are so many people here", Rosa said while munching on a left over donut from Dunkin. "There are babe. Hopefully this goes quick, I can't wait to see the preview for the new Avengers movie!" Roy happily claps his hands together at the thought of this. His portly girlfriend laughs along with him, her chins shaking from the movement. As they wait, the line begins to move ever so slowly towards the front. Roy is trying to maintain his composure and act cool in front of his new girlfriend but he isn't doing that great of a job. The thought of being around so many like minded people and being able to freely talk about the movies he loves is just too much for him. Sure, he can discuss this with Rosa but she's new to the game; she doesn't understand all the non-canon comics or other things he's into. Rosa, for her part, has tried very much to understand the things Roy is into, whether it's Star Wars or otherwise. She has been reading comic books and other novels in the Star Wars universe as well as non-Star Wars themed materials. She's been binge watching "One Punch Man" on breaks and then on nights back home she either watches the original "Dragon Ball" anime (in Japanese with subtitles, of course), or she reads comics related to the Marvel Universe. This however, has not been enough to pierce Roy's guard completely. He's not used to having a girlfriend so this is still a learning experience for him as well. He feels awkward around her and that has put a bit of a damper on their otherwise happy relationship. "It just sucks that George and Melanie couldn't come, would have been nice for them to share this with us." Rosa tries adjusting her belt, her stomach desperately wants out from its tight confines. "Too bad is right, though I don't think they're into this kind of stuff anyway." Roy moves forward in line a few inches before tugging at his pants, his stomach forcing the waistband to droop to low to cover his generously proportioned backside. "Besides, George has his own issues to deal with with Karen, he doesn't need to waste time coming up with a costume to wear." She nods in agreement. Her friend has been trying very hard with Karen but they haven't found much common ground. He has tried being nice and talking to her about things they may have in common but she brushes him off. "I was talking to him and he said the only time she doesn't chew his head off is when he brings her a coffee so he's been doing that every day for the past month or so. He brings her a donut too but she always complains about the additional running she has to do to burn that off." "Someone turning down free donuts? What a monster!" She plops another donut in her mouth, not even trying to make a joke. "I didn't say she turns them down, I just said she complains. Well, at least I don't think she's turning them down but who knows. All I know is she's a pain in the ass. Rosa nods in agreement. "Oh I know. Last week I had to hear her bitch to Ross about how all these off hours were messing up her schedule and she hadn't been able to work out in a bit. I guess she thought I was eavesdropping so she asked when the last time I ran was." "Nasty woman." "I know. If it wasn't for my bum knee I could totally take her!" She points to her knee that was injured all those years ago. Even though there is a ton of thigh flab covering the top of the knee, the scar is still visible. "Definitely babe, definitely." Roy shakes his head. His girlfriend is still somewhat delusional, though he doesn't know why. She admits she's put on weight but doesn't acknowledge her obesity. Roy doesn't care but there are times when he has to refrain from reminding her or correcting her about things. "Anyway, speaking of Karen, her partner is moving in with Melanie?" "Mhm, I chomp, can't believe it either! I'm so happy for them! She's such a great person and they're the perfect, gulp, couple!" Rosa tucks the last bit of jelly donut down her gullet and lets out a small belch. "I bet wedding bells are on the way soon too! I can't wait! Maybe, urp, I'll get to be in her bridal party! That would be so cool!" This is a complete 180 from Rosa as just a little more than a year ago she was not a fan of Melanie at all. However, all the time around her had made her grown rather fond of the thin woman and considered her like family. This, along with her relationship with Roy was making Rosa feel the happiest she ever had in her life. "Looks like we're getting close to the front, Ro." They glance up to see that they're now next. The bouncers, a large older gentleman and a younger much more athletic man who clearly is uninterested, are checking bags and IDs. He strictly asks for two proofs of ID before letting anyone in and his face appears to be in a constant scowl. He looks up at Rosa and George and motions them over. "Alright, lemme see your passes, tickets, and IDS." Rosa reaches into her bag and pulls out their IDs and the passes. Roy waits for her to pull out the tickets but that moment never comes. "I, I could have sworn I put them in this bag. Didn't you put them in my bag last night after taking them off the nook?" Roy grabs her bag. "No, I thought you were going to put them in your bag this morning?" He's clearly annoyed as he frantically looks for the tickets. The security guard folds his arms across his massive chest and barks at them. "Look you two, no tickets, no entrance. I don't make the rules but I do enforce them. Now, if you can't find the tickets it's time for you to go." He points to the street, his veiny arm essentially threatening them. "Come on, can't you let us in? It's obvious that we got tickets otherwise we wouldn't have the passes. Can't you just let us go?" Rosa looks at him with her eyes and does her best to flirt with him. He's not impressed. "Uh no. I'm not losing my job, especially not for you two. Maybe instead of going to Dunkin Donuts, you should have made sure you had all you needed to enter." He glances at her box of donuts and chuckles. "Besides, I'd be doing this place a favor, no one needs to see what you're showing off right now 'hun' with that outfit!" He laughs loudly before turning back to the entrance. Rosa's eyes begin to well up with tears as the guards words sting her. She looks over at Roy who isn't even paying attention. "Can't you cut us a break?" "Right. Tell you want 'Flab Solo', you and 'Leia the Hutt' can go home and get your tickets and when you do, I'll let you come to the front of the line. Now go before I rescind that nice offer." He goes back to checking others IDs as Roy and Rosa step to the side. "Ugh. Well, I guess we have to go back to the apartment and get the tickets. Sucks but is what it is." Rosa doesn't respond and her back is still facing him. He puts a hand on her cushiony shoulder. "It's ok babe." "Sob, is it?" "Sure. I mean, we forgot the tickets but that happens. Let's go back." He starts to walk towards the street to hail a cab but Rosa doesn't turn around to walk with him. He realizes this and doesn't understand what's going on. "Hun?" "That's, sob, all you, sob, have to say? You just care about the tickets?" Roy doesn't still doesn't get it. "What, that asshole? He's a guy with a badge basically who think's he's a tough guy, don't worry about it. Now let's go, otherwise we'll never get in." Rosa isn't having it. She turns around and looks at him and it's obvious she is very hurt and angry. Her chipmunk cheeks are beet red and her plump lips are quivering. "No. I'm, I'm not going back with you. You, you just let that guy insult us and you did nothing to respond!" She waddles past him and he tries to get in front of her but she pushes past him. "Ro, wait!" He jogs past her and stands in front. Even the short little jog has winded him but he tries to remain calm. "Babe, come on. You're really going to let that guy get to you? He's an idiot." "I don't care what he is! He made fun of you! Of me! You didn't even say a word to him, you just went on about the damn tickets! Don't you care about me? Yourself?" Roy doesn't know how to respond. He stands there silently. "I can't be with someone who doesn't give a shit about himself, let alone me. I'm out of here. Don't follow me!" She pushes him out of her way and then tries to hail a cab. One stops and she gets in, struggling to life her tree trunk sized thighs up the lift bar of the SUV. As she pulls away, she cries heavily into her arm. "Rosa!" Roy yells as he watches his girlfriend leave. He tries to call her but it immediately goes to voicemail. "Damn it." Roy stands there in the street, stunned. He knows if he tries getting in touch with her today it'll only make things worse. He also knows that if he doesn't do anything, he'll lose her forever. "What the hell do I do now", he wonders.
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    Security Detail Can Be Fattening

    Waiting four months for Comic Con seemed like an eternity for the new couple. Each day they would discuss what they would wear, how they were going to put the costumes together, how long they’d have to wait in line, etc. Rosa was new at this but she did a ton of online research and realized that they’d have to get their extra early if they didn’t want to wait forever to enter. The anticipation was building as each day passed. “Roy, hun, we, chomp, need to get there at least two hours early tomorrow, otherwise, urp, we’ll be waiting in line foreverrrrrrrrrr.” She rocked over to him on the couch with a playful smile on her face. Roy pushed her back gingerly and just laughed. “Lol, well, I’m sure it won’t be forever. They thought Han would be frozen in carbonite forever and we know how that worked out”, he says before passing her another slice of pizza. Rosa eagerly accepts it and makes short work of the pineapple and ham slice. She stifles a belch and leans over to the coffee table to grab her coke, though it requires a great deal of effort. Seeing her discomfort, Roy lends a hand. “Here you go babe. No need to strain yourself for no reason.” She’s grateful for this help. “Who better than you?” she asks before planting a greasy kiss on his cheek. “I’m the luckiest woman in the, urp, world.” “And I’m the luckiest guy in the world. Tomorrow is going to be great.” Neither one slept much that night; they were both too excited to close their eyes for longer than a minute. Not that the sleeping arrangements were all that comfortable anyway. The bed Roy had, a queen, was not exactly forgiving when you have over 650 pounds laying on it. It creaked and groaned each time either of them shifted their weight, which alone could keep a person up, let alone two who were acting like little kids on Christmas Eve. The day had finally arrived and they were eager to get started. Roy showered first and quickly went about getting ready. He put just the right amount of gel in his hair to keep it parted properly, then added some gel to the back of his half mullet that he had been growing the past 4 months to have the extra authentic feel. That was probably the easiest part of his cosplay because the outfit he had purchased two months ago was not going to fit as easily as it had then. Being with Rosa may have been increasing the enjoyment he was getting out of life, but it was also increasing the number on the scale as well. He had always been heavy, it ran in his family. Now though, being with a woman who's gluttony knew no bounds only put him on pace to be the heaviest in his family. He struggled to button up the shirt, straining past his orb shaped gut. He was a shade under 300 and it showed. His face had fully developed a second chin with a third coming in rather nicely. He didn't even bother trying to close the top button by his neck, there was way too much flab to this to happen. Once dressed, Roy was a spitting image of Han, if Han had gone a year on Jabba the Hutt's diet. He left his vest open to make himself comfortable before taking a seat on his new couch. It was very spacious compared to his old one. Rosa had complained about the comfort level of his old one so he had replaced it with one from a specialty store Melanie had recommended. "Probably should call them about beds too", he thought, remembering how much it had creaked lately. "Damn thing is old." While he contemplated this, his girlfriend was finishing up getting ready in the bedroom, as evident by all the loud grunts being heard throughout the apartment. She, like Roy, had ordered her costume in advance; however she had gone to Mr. Lopez with a request to have hers specially made to enhance its authenticity (in truth Roy just felt bad at the thought of telling her they didn't have her size). He was paid to make the costume, as it was going to take several pieces of clothes and many hours to throw it together. He measured her the day she came up with the plan and while he had been a little generous with her numbers, she had still gone past those expectations. "Ugh, hun? Can you, ugh, help me please? I can't zip this, urgh, damn thing up", she cried from the bedroom. Upon waddling in, Roy could see that zipping this faux dress up was going to be easier said than done. The many folds of fat on her back had seemingly united into one giant roll that stood at the bottom of her neck and would not allow the zipper to traverse their cellulite continence. Plus, navigating around her elephantine ass was going to be even more troublesome, given his own added girth. With some clever thinking, he maneuvered himself to the side and with the help of a coat hanger, gripped onto the zipper as tight as he could and pulled. He felt like he was going to have a heart attack but finally he had accomplished his goal. The zipper wasn't completely at the top but it was close enough. Taking a step back, he looked at his girlfriend in her costume and was in awe. The outfit was so spot on that he couldn't believe it wasn't from the movie. That was nothing to say of course for how his girlfriend looked otherwise. She was probably the same height as Princess Leia and had been able to get the hair style to a perfect match, but that was where the similarities ended. By now, Rosa was as wide as she was tall, with her hips nearly 80 inches and her stomach at just over 50. He watched her shift, her belly indentation becoming more evident as her body began to sweat from the exertion. He could tell this would be a problem as the white outfit was becoming increasingly see thru and already her FUPA line was showing in the front. "Babe, it might be a little cold, maybe you should wear the little coat I got you?" Rosa shook her head, letting her three chins jiggle in agreement with her decision. "Come on Roy! Mr. Lopez worked hard on this, I want to show it off! Besides, I think I look rather ravishing, don't you?" She winks at him and lifts a tubby arm to her face exposing quite a bit of arm wobble. Roy giggles and admits she does look good, though you wouldn't know it from their lack of physical relationship. They've been dating over four months and have not slept together. Sure they lay in the same bed but they have not had sex. Hell they haven't gotten past French kissing! Roy had only been with one woman before so his lack of "game" was to be expected, but Rosa was the real wild card here. She was never one who slept around but whenever she was dating a guy, they had a VERY active sex life. She would constantly wake her boyfriend up in the morning by giving him head, or she was stroke his dick long enough for him to wake up and then climb on top of him to have a little morning sex. Being with Roy however, she never even thought to do any of those things. It was almost like she had reverted to being a virgin again. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to have sex; she was constantly horny and in the mood. However, there was a shyness and nervousness to her now, one that didn’t want to mess things up. Since Roy wasn’t trying, she wasn’t going to. Because of this, she ate away her horniness. She would eat and eat, past the point of fullness in an attempt to quell whatever dampness was occurring when she saw Roy walk by as she now considered him incredibly sexy. She watched him standing there, his own pendulous gut wobbling from the sudden movement, his own man breasts being almost as large as hers and almost started drooling. She felts her knees get weak; and not only because she wasn’t used to standing for this long. She was dying to just jump on top of him at that moment, her cotton panties already soaked from her own juices. She was envisioning herself prone on her back (thinner than she was presently), her legs up in the air and her sex showcased for the world to see. She giggled happily in this fantasy as he took off his shirt, his smooth flabby belly covering his penis until he finally lifted his gut up to expose his rock solid penis. Rosa felt her nipples get stiff as she watched him turn around in real life, his own chunky thighs pressed together in the faux leather. She let out a content moan and pinched one of her nipples, pressing her thighs together as tightly as she possibly could (which was difficult with how large they were), trying her best to not ruin Mr. Lopez’s work and rip her pants off to get some relief. In her fantasy Roy was teasing her, tonguing her like she was an ice cream cone, each kiss and lick eliciting further ecstasy. As he was doing this, hands appeared out of nowhere, both holding a different food item. She greedily gobbled each one up, biting into the fattening treats at a faster pace as he brought her closer and closer to orgasm. Rosa had to grab onto the bed, she was losing it. Roy waddled out of the bedroom and once he did she went back to her day dream, this time he was done playing with her; now he was entering her with his massive cock. The first thrust hurt but after that they got more and more pleasurable. She found herself asking for it harder and faster, both his ramming and the food being presented to her. She shook herself out of it for a moment, intent on getting Roy to take her right then and there. “Roy, um, uh, can we um, maybe, I don’t know, wait to, ohh, go to Comic Con?” He stopped moving towards his entry nook and paused. “Babe, we have to go. If we don’t, we’ll be late! And you wanted to see Chewbacca’s stunt double in person!” She pauses. She’s so wet that her inner thighs are drenched, both from her sweat and sexual juices that she doesn’t want to go anywhere. On the other hand, Roy wants this even more than sex and they had been waiting so long to go. She, shaking the wonderful dream that had brought her moments away from cumming, resolves to go forward with Comic Con. “He’s fucking me later though”, she mumbled to herself while ponderously making her way outside. “You ok hun? You seem disheveled” he asks, failing to notice that the tickets for the event aren’t in his hands but still on the nook. “I’m, I’m fine, just low blood sugar. We have time to stop for a gasp, snack, right?” “Sure”, he responds, annoyed that they still haven’t left and will probably have a long line to wait on. He watches her shift slightly side ways to exit the apartment, her hips and belly still brushing against the doorframe. Her jumbo rear end sloshes up and down violently, like a life boat caught in a storm. Each check crashes into one another as she slowly waddles towards the elevator. Roy just smiles as he locks the door, the tickets for Comic Con hanging from the nook.
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    Security Detail Can Be Fattening

    "That is not true! There is no way Count Dooku could beat Darth Maul!" Rosa yelled out as they exited their respective locker rooms. "Sorry Ro but Dooku was much stronger than Maul, even if Maul looked cooler." Roy smiles as they have this discussion. It's been 6 months since they first had dinner together and since that time they have gotten close. Naturally, he at first thought she was just using him for free food or maybe gifts, but that gradually became less apparent as she warmed up to him. The two weeks of working together seemed to have created a bond between them, so much so that she almost forgot that George was her partner at work and not Roy. George didn't stay her partner for long after his vacation.Tired of how fat they had both gotten while working together, Ross decided to switch things up. He at first put Alex and George together and left Rosa with Roy. It didn't take long though for this to fail as Alex, who only took the job because he Roy were friends, quit due to them working different shifts. He also was jealous that he wasn't seeing his friend much anymore, so that experiment ended abruptly. Afterwards, Ross put George together with Karen, a young 20 something who had taken the in as she continued trying out for the police academy. The fit woman, who was taller than George's old partner and in better shape than Rosa ever was, did not enjoy working with someone she believed was just a fat rent a cop. As such, she didn't warm up to him for awhile. The athletic blond viewed him as a liability and hoped that after a year she'd pass her written test and get accepted to the academy. That was not the case for Roy and Rosa. They became very close once they officially became partners. They'd watch the monitors and Roy would explain to her more about Star Wars and the universe it took place in. The first month she seemed to only passively respond to these facts but somewhere in that second month things flipped. She began to grow more interested with his fascination with Star Wars, to the point that she asked him which one to start with. As shocked as he was by her inquiry, he was even more shocked when he blurted out that she could watch them at his apartment. He fully expected her to slap him in the face and have him fired. Instead, she looked at him, a smile on her ovaloid face and accepted. He was very nervous that night. He fully expected her to laugh at his collection; the action figures in their boxes, all the film posters, his autographed picture with Peter Mayhew (Chewbacca), the whole nine yards. Instead, she eagerly sat down on his leather sofa and watched the movies with wonderment and excitement. Each movie brought her more and more enjoyment, to the point she almost forgot the feast he had prepared for her (she ALMOST forgot, nothing brought her more enjoyment than eating). By the time the credits rolled on The Force Awakens, she was hooked on Star Wars and had become a sponge, always trying to acquire more knowledge from Roy. He explained to her the ins and outs, the latest rumors on the new movies, everything. She had no idea this existed but now that she did she was eager to know it all. Now, 6 months later, she was officially a Star Wars nerd. She had let Roy help her pick out a few posters for her apartment, she even let him hang them up for her. She hadn't let any man (other than George) in her apartment in over 3 years but she didn't hesitate to ask Roy to come over. The old Rosa would have been appalled at what was going on but this new one was finding herself become more and more attracted to Roy as each day passed. Tonight, they were meeting up with George and Melanie once his shift ended. Ross waved them good bye with a disgusted look on his face as they left. "I swear to God it's like she gets fatter every shift!" Ross grumbled to himself before going out back for a smoke. His annoyance with some of his guards had driven him to relapse back into relying on nicotine to calm his nerves. The duo headed over to one of their frequent haunts for dinner, the buffet. They usually got their before George and Melanie and today was no different. The hostess, an older woman who was almost as round as she was tall, greeted them warmly and escorted them to their usual spot. Dropping down on the wide chair, Rosa positioned herself to start in on her feast. She was wearing a sundress that Mr. Lopez had given her last month, even though it was still the middle of winter. February was a little colder than usual but that didn't stop Rosa from complaining about it being hot. She used a napkin from the table to wipe the beads of sweat off of her face. The walk from the car to the restaurant and then to her seat had matched her physical activity for the day and it had taken a lot out of her. “I just got a text from Melanie, they’re walking in now”, Roy stated before dropping off a soda for both himself and Rosa. He also places two baskets over flowing with dinner rolls for them to munch on while they wait for the rest of their party. At that moment, Melanie and George entered the buffet. Melanie was first, seeing as how she was much smaller than her boyfriend and able to easily maneuver the space between tables much easier than George. She moved some chairs out of the way to allow her blob of a man the sufficient room he needed to get through. Roy looks up at Melanie and still could not believe that in all this time she had remained as thin as ever. She had been dating George for just about a year, though to everyone they had been together a lot longer. The woman was always around food and did her own share of eating but it wasn’t showing. She may have gained a few pounds here and there but overall looks the same. The same cannot be said for George. He struggles to fit through the narrow space in between each table, his mammoth belly bumping against the heads of a few patrons who are none too pleased, though they are probably happier than the ones getting whacked by the two orbs of his burgeoning ass. He is sweating and apologizing profusely by the time he gets to the table with Roy and Rosa. Melanie has already pulled out the extra wide chair for him to lower his bulk onto. He maneuvers himself properly to allow his stomach enough room so he can be comfortable. Melanie leaves to go get him something to drink to cool him off. “Huff, sorry, sorry guys. I had to talk to Ross before I left.” “What, slurp, about”, Rosa asks while finishing off her first glass of Cherry Coke. “He, gasp, he was just being a dick. I, thanks babe”, he pauses as he accepts a glass of Mountain Dew from Melanie. “He said that Karen was complaining about my work rate or something.” Roy’s face is one of disgust. “Shocking. What did ‘Robobitch’ have to say this time?” Rosa immediately starts laughing obnoxiously, soda almost coming out of her nose. “Ha-ha, snort, snort. That was, snort, good Roy. ‘Robobitch’, snort. Just like the movie character, only ‘Robobitch’ and not, snort, ‘Robocop’.” “Yep, that’s the joke, thanks Ro.” The others look confused by her having to explain the joke but just wait for George to continue. “Anyway, huff, Ross said that Karen thinks I am affecting her performance, that I’m apparently dragging her down production wise.” “What did you tell him”, Rosa asks. “I told him that’s not the case, that we do our rounds in a usual manner and are always on time, etc. He said that he believed me but that if there was anything to do to smooth things over I should.” George gulps down the rest of his soda. “What are you going to do hun?” “Eh, I don’t know. I’ll probably just get her a coffee tomorrow when I see you my dear. Hopefully a cup of coffee, maybe a donut, will help her realize I’m a nice guy and that we’re all on the same team.” “I can see the coffee, she drinks like 5 cups a day. I doubt she’ll eat the donut though, and if she does she’ll probably tell you how many miles she’ll need to run to burn it off”, Roy says while getting up. “I’ll take the usual Roy. Thank you.” “Same for me babe.” Roy and Melanie get up and load plates for their respective others. “Sorry about that bitch, George. Hopefully she’ll calm down a little. Some people just take their jobs too seriously.” George exhales as he has finally gotten comfortable. He strums his gut and smiles; he looks like a younger Santa Claus with his face all red from exertion. “We were like that at one point. Then I found Mel and learned to relax. I couldn’t be happier now.” He rolls his sleeves up on his 7xl shirt, exposing his hairy arms. Melanie has a thing for more “rugged” men, and George definitely fits that description now. He no longer trims his body hair, preferring to let it grow out so she can play with it during love making. His moobs, now several sizes bigger than his girlfriends, press against the thinly stretched fabric and exposing some of the hairs that are sticking out in between the material of the shirt. He leans in to grab a roll, the chair groaning in protest. “What about you, Ro?” Rosa pauses from her snacking on the dinner rolls and looks up, specks of food on her fully formed second chin. “I don’t get what you’re talking about George. Am I happy? I’d say so.” She dips a roll in the packet of butter and swallows it whole. “No, I know you’re happy. I meant, when are you going to find the one who makes you happy?” He looks over at Roy. “He treats you really well Ro. And I see the way you look at him. Why don’t you ask him out? You both certainly hang out enough together to be ‘dating’.” Rosa pauses from her gluttony and looks over at Roy. He’s dressed in an ill fitting thermal shirt and jeans that clearly haven’t fit properly in a long time (hanging out with Rosa hasn’t helped his already portly build). He is loading up four plates with a myriad of food options, struggling to keep his balance. She watches as he pauses to pull shirt down, catching a glimpse of his exposed boxers before he does so. A shiver runs down her spine and she blushes. George picks up on this and clears his throat. “Ahem, I saw that.” Rosa is embarrassed, her checks and chins quivering as she shakes her head in denial. “No, we’re just friends. Nothing more.” She nervously stuffs two rolls into her mouth, her arm frantically trying to put more in to avoid responding. George is very skeptical. Even though they have both changed a lot, he can tell when she’s lying. “If you say so Ro. I’m just saying, if you like spending time with him, it might be time to take it to the next step. All I’m gonna say.” The two go back to eating as Roy and Melanie return, both arms filled with plates overflowing with food. The two obese guards dig in with a ferocity that people at other tables seem to lose their appetites. Roy watches as Rosa goes about gorging herself. Even though she is now 3 times the woman she used to be, he still finds himself incredibly attracted to her. He enjoys watching her bring each morsel to her mouth, her flabby arm jiggling nonstop as she brings each forkful of food to her mouth. Her breasts are clearly tightly packed inside of a bra that isn’t up to the task. Her stomach, which when not full, cascades into numerous rolls, bulges out in the front of her breasts, creating a table for her plate, if she chose to do so. He tears into his own plate of chicken wings as no one is talking much. This is typical of their meals; all eating, no talking. Occasionally Melanie will try to speak up but mostly the other three just eat until they get their fill, or, as it tends to be quicker, they run out of food. “Roy, urp, could you, burp, get me another plate of potatoes and meatloaf? The sauce is just divine tonight!” Rosa picks up her plate and hands it to Roy. He watches her smile at him and again his heart floats. She is just so helpless and perfect, he can’t help himself. “Sure thing Ro.” He gets back up proceeds to refill her plate. On his way back he admires her form from behind; the way her calves bulge gloriously to the size her thighs used to be, or the drooping bit of thigh flab that is touching her knees. Her hips pour over the sides of the chair and her ass is starting to push out beyond the back of the chair, something that will probably get her stuck in many a restaurant if she isn’t careful. Roy can’t believe it, but he has fallen in love with Rosa more as she’s gotten fatter than when she was thin. “Here you go goreg.., I mean Rosa.” She doesn’t pick up on the slip and just thanks him before returning to her meal. George however, did pick up on this. “So, Roy. Got any plans this weekend?” “Not really. I’m thinking about signing up for Comic Con this year. I’ve always wanted to go but Alex never wanted to and I don’t really want to go alone.” He pauses to take a bite of the mac and cheese on his plate. “I would go as Han Solo, I would think that’d be cool. Maybe I can convince Alex this year.” “Han Solo is pretty cool, didn’t like him in the new movie though. What do you think, Ro?” Rosa puts her fork down and looks up. “I, urp, love Han! He’s so cute and sexy! And he was bad ass in Force Awakens! His son is just a jerk!” Her face seethes with anger as she makes this declaration. She nods at Roy, seemingly seeking his approval. “It’s the classic betrayal, makes you want to see him get his even more now. They’ll hopefully do something different with him and not have him return to the light.” “I see. Well, I think since you both enjoy this so much, you should go to Comic Con together.” Roy almost spits out his soda. “Oh, I er, I er, I don’t think Rosa would want to hang out with all those nerds, she’s too classy for that! Besides, they’ll all hit on her, it’d be a disaster!” He laughs nervously and takes another sip of soda. Rosa blushes heavily at his comment. She looks over at him, his slightly freckled face (sans the glasses, he decided to get contacts) and puffy cheeks and she realizes she has fallen for him, and hard. “Aw, you think they’d hit on me?” “I er, yeah. Yeah I do. You’re the prettiest woman I’ve ever met.” “You, you mean that? You’re not just saying that?” Roy smiles. “Of course. These past few months have been great. I wanted to um, ask you, um, out but I didn’t have the guts to do so. Do you, do you want to go to Comic Con with me?” Rosa pauses. A part of her, the part that almost remembers how things were wants to yell NO quickly becomes voiceless. She recalls George’s speech about being happy and she stops. Roy has treated her great and the past few months have been wonderful. She looks down sheepishly and just giggles. “Absolutely!” She struggles to lean over and plants a kiss on his cheek. He gets embarrassed quickly and shifts his thighs to hide his growing erection. “That’s so cute guys! I’m so happy for you” Melanie says. The look on her face shows she’s being genuine. She holds George’s hand as he taps the table with his free one in celebration. “I always thought you two would look good together. Since Roy wants to go as Han..” “I probably won’t dress as Han, I don’t wanna make you look foolish while you stand next to me Rosa.” “You’d look really handsome as Han. Very, sexy hehe” she says while laughing like a kid being caught with her hand in the cookie jar. “Thanks! I guess, I guess I can go as him then! I’ll have to order a costume!” He pulls his iPhone out of his pocket and immediately goes onto eBay to look for outfits. “Wait, so if he’s dressing up, what are you going to go as, Rosa?” Rosa looks at Melanie and giggles again. “Well, if Roy is going to go as Han, I can go as Leia from ‘A New Hope’! Hopefully though the material isn’t see through, I don’t want to give anyone a free show of the good hehe!” She laughs and does a mock wiggle in the chair. The chair responds by creaking a bit in protest. “Well, we have a few months to get ready for that, but I personally can’t wait.” Roy leans in and plants one on her lips. She responds by giving him an awkward French kiss. Melanie and George laugh. “Ha, get a room you two!” The new couple laugh and stop before going back to their meals. “I think Comic Con is going to be a must see event this year” Roy says as he cuts a piece of turkey with his fork and places it into his mouth. The ruby on Rosa’s key chain glows once again from inside her bag, almost agreeing with Roy’s statement.
  9. theapes

    A Pair of Panties

    Love this story. Glad to see it continued
  10. theapes

    Security Detail Can Be Fattening

    Sorry for the delay, here is the next part. "This sucks", Rosa said as she sipped on her milkshake. "These cabs are never on time." She looked out in the parking lot for her ride but the driver had not appeared. This was the third time already this week they had been late and it infuriated her to no end. "All George's fault anyway. He and Melanie just had to go away and leave me here", she protested as she angrily slurps her shake. Admittedly, she was aware of their vacation plans for almost a month and she hadn’t been that upset when she first heard the news. In truth her frustration was with the fact that she was all alone (and that her car service was taking forever) and that didn't appear to be changing anytime soon. What made it worse wasn’t just that George was gone, it was that him being gone meant Ross had to shuffle up his pairings. At first, Rosa just assumed she’d either be working with Ross or alone, for him not liking to break up other pairings. However, he flat out told her on day one of George’s two week vacation that she would be working with Roy. This statement annoyed her to no end. Not only was Roy someone she found annoying, but he also tried to flirt with her to no end. Sure, she understood why he would; she looked great, even though she admittedly knew she had put on a few pounds since working this job, and that she was out of his league. He, the nerd with glasses, a sagging pot belly and greasy black hair. Rosa was disgusted that she had to sit next to him. Granted, sitting next to him for hours a day wasn’t as bad as she had initially envisioned it. The first day he had made so many stupid corny jokes that she seriously considered quitting on the spot. He totally redeemed himself the next day however when he brought in Taco Bell for breakfast. At first, Rosa thought it was all food for him. When he sat down and only took out one Grande Scrambler Combo and left the rest of the bag in front of her, she knew what he had done. “Trying to suck up to me, huh?” Roy blushed and nervously fumbled for a response. “I uh, no. I uh, I just saw that George usually got you breakfast and figured since we’re partners for the next two weeks that I would, I would.” “Ha-ha, partners? We’re just co-workers pal”, she replied before chomping down on a breakfast crunch wrap. “George and I are also, chomp, you know, chew, friends.” Rosa stuffs the rest of the wrap into her mouth and reaches in to the bag to find that it is overflowing with treats. She happily takes the paper off of a cheesy burrito and goes to work on eating it. “No, no, I know, I’m just, you know, trying, to, uh, be friendly”, he responds nervously. The sweat is dripping down his face already. “Is that so? As much as it pains me to admit this”, she paused to cram the rest of the burrito into her mouth. “You are off to a good start. I, burpppppp, hate starting the day on an empty stomach. Maybe”, she reaches into the bag for her third breakfast item, this time a breakfast quesadilla, “ I misjudged you.” Roy watches her cram this into her mouth as well and his heart beat rises. Is she really being nice to him? “Do, do you mean that?” “Mhm, urp. You did get us dinner for a few months and only stopped when Ross put you back on the Segways. You honored your end of the bargain so maybe you’re not as bad as I thought.” He watches her reach into the bag for yet ANOTHER item, a second cheesy buritto. This bite gets bits of cheese all over the front of her uniform, which already has some stains from items that haven’t come out in the wash. She wipes the grease and other food stuffs on her pant leg and lets out a loud belch. She excuses herself and resumes her gluttony. “Good, good to hear that Rosa. And I’m glad you’re enjoying your breakfast. I, I didn’t know what to buy so I took a shot on fast food since I heard you love fast food.” She is too busy gorging herself to truly hear his words. It’s several minutes before she has completely emptied the bag and is partially full. She lets out an even louder belch than before and just smiles; pleasantly content. Roy smiles nervously and goes back to work. Things changed after that day. Roy, in an attempt to really get in good with her, began bringing her breakfast every day as well as getting her lunch as well. He even made the trips to Dunkin Donuts when she mentioned she missed her usual coffee and sugar rush. Rosa wasn’t even trying to be demanding most of the time, it was just that whatever she asked for, Roy, trying to curry favor, would do it. She smiles as she thinks back to the past few days and how amicable and nice he has been to her, surprising her with how much she doesn’t hate him. She takes another pull of her extra-large shake and shuffles over to bench and plops her pillowy bottom on it to take some stress off her knees. Her hips flatten out to cover more than half of the wooden bench and her thighs themselves to allow her stomach more room. She shifts a bit to get more comfortable and as she does the waist band of her pants slides under her full belly and puts her stretch mark covered abdomen on full display. She pays this no mind as she returns to her shake and gets ready to call again when a Roy walks by. "Hey, Rosa. You ok?" Rosa looks up from her phone and sighs. “Obviously not otherwise I wouldn't be sitting her" she responds before taking another hearty pull from the straw. "I'm, I'm sorry. I came out for fresh air and saw you sitting here and figured I'd ask if you were ok. Guess you want to be left alone. See ya tomorrow. Rosa waves goodbye to him as she makes a call to the cab company. Roy takes a few steps towards the parking lot but hears her plight and turns back around. "What, urp, what do you mean he was already here? That's bullshit I've been out here almost half an hour and he never showed up! Oh really? Well screw you too!” "Erm, Rosa?” Rosa, who’s face is beat red from all the yelling, looks up in anger. “What! Oh, sorry Roy. It’s just the damn cab company isn’t coming now apparently. This is why I wish I still had my car.” She had sold it the month after restart.com had folded due to the fact that George was always driving her to and from work. That decision now seemed like a bad move. “I can tell. I um, I mean, I know you probably don’t want one, but I could um, give you a ride if you like?” He sheepishly looks down at his feet as he asks this question. Rosa looks up at him and watches him and all of his nervous twitches. He looks so sad in his tight jeans and undersized shirt. Rosa, the once proud gymnast who would make fun of overweight losers like him, actually feels bad for him. He fidgets with his feet as he awaits her response. “Don’t you live like on the other side of town?” “No, you’re not really out of the way. All that would happen is, I’d um, I’d miss the beginning of this documentary on George Lucas”, he replies nervously. “I don’t even know who that is. He famous?” He is dumfounded by that response. “George Lucas invented Star Wars.” Now she is dumfounded. “Never watched it. Too nerdy for me. Anyway, if you really don’t mind taking me home I’d appreciate it.” “Sure, sure thing. I’ll go get my truck.” He leaves her alone to go get his car. Rosa pays him no mind as she gets back to her shake which is almost finished. She slurps the last of it down and groans in frustration. “Shit, I should have gotten a Kit Kat too, these shakes are never filling.” She tosses the container in the nearby trash. When she looks back, she sees a brand new Ford F-250 Super Truck in front of her with Roy in the driver’s seat. “Hop in.” She stares at him in disbelief and slowly gets up, her knees protesting the sudden movement. They complain even more after it takes her a few minutes to get in, her dimpled thighs are rubbing together too much for her to get in without effort. She’s a sweaty mess by the time she gets in. “Here, let me help.” He presses a button on the center console and immediately she feels a cool rush of air on her backside. “Ventilated seats. Had to get these custom.” Rosa is very impressed. This car on average costs over 40k and that’s before the custom features. “Is this your parent’s car?” He laughs. “Nah, it’s mine. I just saved up a lot of money over the years. I don’t do much so anything I get from my checks I save. I’m a loser, I know” he says while laughing nervously. “Oh, ok. Well, that’s good then I guess. This car, while tougher to get in, is definitely nicer and more comfortable than George's car. Anyway, I live off of the…” Before she can finish, her stomach grumbles loudly. “Urp, sorry about that. Didn’t have much to eat today so I’m hungry. This is just around the time George and I would grab a bite. It’s ok, I can always order in when I get back.” She shifts in her chair and this causes her breasts, which are already on the verge of popping out of her under manned t-shirt to bulge out further. Roy notices this and immediately presses his legs together to hide his arousal. “Oh, um, there is a good Italian place around here that we could go to. It’s not really on the way but the food is really good and the portion sizes are pretty generous.” The thought of good Italian food elicits a slight moan from her. “Well, I do like Italian food.” Roy nods his agreement and brings the car to their destination. The restaurant is on the corner and to Rosa it looks like a hole in the wall. She struggles out of the truck again and gasps in relief once her stubby legs hit the concrete. Roy helps her steady herself and leads her inside. The smells hit her nostrils and she feels vindication for trusting his judgment. He leads her to a table, and she plops down. The chair is rather roomy and she is grateful that unlike other places, there are no arm rests. He takes a seat across from her and doesn’t bother opening a menu. “They have great ravioli here. I’ll order us some.” The waitress comes by and tries to take their order. “Good evening. Would you two like to start off with drinks?” "Yes, I'll have cherry coke and an order of the ravioli. " "And for the lady?" "I'll take a cherry coke as well. I'd like the ravioli, the chicken a la vodka, and the veal parmesan. Oh, and please bring some bread out. And fried calamari and mozzarella sticks as apps. Thanks." The waitress is taken a back at the size of the order but writes it down anyway. "Ok, I'll be back with your drinks and food." Roy is also taken a back even though he knows first hand just how much she can eat. "Glad you're hungry, it stinks when women go to a place like this and only order a salad." "I haven't eaten much today so a salad wasn't going to fill me up", she replies, her stomach still rumbling audibly in agreement. "Here are your drinks and bread. I'll be back with the apps in a second." From there, Roy witnesses a feat of gluttony he could not have imagined. He is able to take one mozzarella stick but the other five are quickly devoured by Rosa in rapid succession. She turns her attention to her bread and barely pays attention to Roy's small talk. He is sprouting some nonsense about Star Wars being better than Star Trek but her focus is on the fact that there isn't much calamari left and their food isn't out. "Urp, where is the waitress? Food should, urp, be here by now." She dips a tentacle in the sauce and slurps it down whole. "How can they keep hungry, chomp, people waiting?" "It will be out soon, they are pretty quick." Rosa taps the floor impatiently with her foot, the vibrations causing her belly to jiggle underneath the table. After what seems like an eternity (really only fifteen minutes), the food comes out. Her eyes light up with joy as she sees all the food brought down and put in front of her. She doesn't even waste time letting it cool off, she picks up her fork and digs in. Each bite brings her more and more pleasure as she gluts herself to her hearts content. She switches between each dish, enjoying mixing the different tastes that each dish provides her. "And that's why I think I could be a Jedi", Roy says with a mouth full of ravioli. "Mhm, yeah", Rosa replies while taking a big forkful of veal parm. The duo sit there for roughly an hour before Rosa is finished with her meal. Roy is done eating, he's stuffed. Rosa however is still hungry. "You, belch, you gonna finish that" she asks hopefully while looking at the two last pieces of dough on his plate. "Um, no. You can have them." He goes to put them on her plate but she decides she's going to lean in and do it herself. Unfortnuately, she misjudges her girth. As she leans in, her stomach bumps into the table first and causes her soda to go flying off the table and all over her shirt and pants. The coke immediately stains the velour suit and Rosa is soaked. "Son of a bitch" she yells before popping the two ravioli into her mouth. The waitress comes rushing over. "Are you ok miss? I heard you yell." "I'm fine, but you really need to work on the size of your tables. Had that been a hot plate, I could have gotten really hurt!" She points to the table height but makes no mention or motion of her over-inflated paunch. "It's a hazard!" The waitress looks at her and then Roy. Roy nods in agreement. "You, you should give her something to make up for this accident." Annoyed, the waitress just grunts. "Ugh, fine. Did you enjoy your veal?" Rosa nods. "I'll be right back then." She picks up all the plates and leaves. She returns a few minutes later with the check and what appears to be a hero wrapped in tin foil. "Here, it's a veal parm sub. I'm sorry again for what happened. Enjoy the rest of your night." Rosa takes the sandwich and forces her self up, careful to avoid the table. Her stomach pops out over the waist band of her skin tight pants, the once tan flesh losing some of it's luster due to lack of sunlight. She lets out a chorus of burps to relieve some of the pressure on her midsection before making her way to Roy's car. Leaves a generous tip and follows his temporary partner out. As she waddles away, Roy can't help but notice that the seat of her pants has a small but noticeable tear, exposing portions of her rear and a bit of white from her panties. She is oblivious to this and just tugs on the back of her pants to remove the obvious wedgie. Roy quickly runs up to cover her with his own girth and opens the door. She again has problems getting into the car but eventually makes her way in. He hears her wheezing and panting from the effort, it reminding him that she was once half his size; now she outweighs him by a few dozen pounds. She is red faced and wipes sweat off of her pudgy face. "Thanks, gasp, thanks for the meal. That food was really, pant, good!" "I'm glad you liked it. It's much better than that buffet you guys go to. My thinking is, why force yourself to get up constantly when you can spend it actually enjoying the food? That's my excuse for this anyway" as he points to his stomach. He chuckles at his own joke. After a few seconds, Rosa gets the joke and she too starts to laugh. "Ha-ha, snort. That was a good one Roy, pant." They laugh their way back to her apartment. Roy is very glad she has been nice to him, he still has a huge crush on her even with her growing weight. "This you?" "Yep, that's me. Thank you again for tonight Roy, dinner was really good." "No, no problem Rosa, he says as he blushes. "If, if you want, I can, I can pick you up tomorrow for work." She thinks about it for a second. "Sure, I'll be waiting. Just don't forget breakfast." Roy laughs. Rosa is not laughing. "I'm serious. George always has breakfast waiting for me when he pulls up." "Oh. I can do that then, no problem." "Good. I'll see you tomorrow, Roy." "Night, Ro. I mean, Rosa." She looks at him for a second. A bad word is about to come out but she looks at the sandwich in her hand and her heart lifts. "He's been nice to you, be nice back", a voice in her head tells her. "You can call me Ro, Roy. Night." He smiles and watches her make her way out of the truck. As she does, he realizes that the rip in her pants has spread. Her entire ass is on display. He watches each flabby cheek jiggle and jostle as her thighs smash together as she slowly waddles to the door. He can't believe how fat she has gotten, nor can he believe that he is still turned on by her. He looks down at his swelling member and sighs. "Guess I know what I'll be doing when I get home", he says to himself before driving away. Rosa makes her way back into her apartment without incident. She tosses the ruined (and ripped) pants in the trash and removes her shirt and top. "Well, these are ruined. I'll have to talk to Mr. Lopez about some new ones tomorrow." She puts the sandwich in the fridge and pulls out a box of chocolate pop-ems. She bites into one and just stands next to the counter, finishing off the sugary treats. As she stands there, in just her bra and panties, the sheer amount of weight she has gained is on full display. At over 300 pounds, Rosa is no longer voluptuous, chunky, or even fat. She's now VERY fat. Her face is a combination of chipmunk cheeks and jowls that are starting to cover her neck. Her shoulders are blubbery and lead to arms that jiggle long after she brings a pop-em to her mouth. Her breasts, though not the main beneficiary of her gain have also gone up several cup sizes, overflowing a bra that has seen better days. Her stretch marked paunch sags over the waist band of her over-stretched panties and covers the top of her vulva, creating a nice "FUPA". She shifts slightly, causing it to bob up and slap the top of her thighs; thighs that now meet almost at the knee. Due to her being short, Rosa resembles a weeble-wobble. As she turns to head back to the bedroom, her hips roll in unison with each step, her ass checks bobbing and bouncing together, creating a small "twap" with each step. The former dancer has gone full hog and is showing no signs of slowing down. "Urp, nice little snack. I'll have to tell George that while he was away I found something even more fun than the buffet." She puts her keys on the dresser. She doesn't bother washing up, she just collapses in the bed, bits of donut on her face. She closes her eyes and thinks back to Roy's joke. "Snort, that was a good joke. Maybe he's not such a loser as I once thought." She laughs some more at the younger guards joke and passes out into a food coma. Her key chain glows eerily, lighting up the room as she drifts to sleep.