Her elbows were resting on the counter, hands forming a cup to rest her weary head against like a makeshift pillow. A sigh of boredom escaped Fiona’s lips, shortly followed by a weary breath. Various bangs and clashes could be heard coming from the kitchen behind her, but even then it was almost a muted sound. She dared not look at the clock, let alone outside. Both would just re-affirm where she was and at what time. “Not gonna look...not gonna look...not gonna look...not gonna...” She looked up from the counter and at the clock. 11:30PM. “Darn it! Why am I here so late!?” she cried out at no-one in particular, burying her face into her hands “It wasn’t even my fault!” “Actually, it was your fault.” A female voice from the kitchen said. “I said I was sorry Rita!” Fiona replied back. She lacked the energy to even turn around properly to face her accuser, instead talking into the air in front of her. “Oh, I’m sure the boss’d see it that way. That guy must’ve had to clean that shirt so many times by now...” It’d only been a day ago since she’d landed herself in more trouble than usual. Fiona been taking an order to someone and was distracted by a rather loud wolf whistle from outside. When she spun round to see who’d whistled at her she was still holding the order. Well, was being the key word. Four rashers of bacon, two pieces of toast and a rather warm cup of coffee unfortunately found themselves down the front of the poor customer. Thankfully the customer hadn’t kicked up a huge fuss, but the same couldn’t be said for the store owner. Livid is putting it lightly. “I can’t trust you to even take a plate to people now?! I swear you’re like a walking death trap! I should fire you right now!” She’d protested her innocence, but the manager was having none of it. He was reluctant to fire her if only because she brought in “all the college kids” for two or so reasons. But he had to do something. “I’m sorry Fiona” he started. He didn’t sound the least bit sorry. “You’re a good employee, you really are. But I can’t keep having you keep trying to kill the customers. I’m putting you on night shift for the time being until I can find you a better job in here...” “NIGHT SHIFT?! I’d rather have been fired!” she cried internally. Night shift was the graveyard shift to end all graveyard shifts. Not a single soul was seen past 10pm, but the store stayed open until 1am. And it needed staffing. Thus, night shift existed. And here she was, on her first day of night shift and already wanting to curl up out of boredom. She sighed once again. This was going to kill her... “Ahhh, cheer up Fiona!” Rita chipped in. “It’s not all bad on the night shift.” “There’s literally nothing to do!” “That’s the best part; we always have the place to ourselves this late at night. And, you know, there’s the free food and all.” Fiona’s ears pricked up at that. She wheeled around to face Rita. “Free food? There’s a catch to this somewhere isn’t there?” “No no” she replied “it’s all free. What we don’t sell at the end of the night we get to either bin or eat. Binning it is just a waste, so myself and Richard just eat what we fancy and take the rest home.” “And the boss is completely ok with this?” she asked tentatively. She didn’t want to get on his bad side even more. “Pfft, he doesn’t even care what we do on the night shift. We’ve taken whole roasts home before now and he’s never noticed. In fact we’re just about to start out evening “meal” as it were. Care to join?” Fiona glared at Rita, weighing up her options. On the one hand she could stand here at the counter and serve absolutely nobody for another 90 minutes, most likely falling asleep beforehand. On the other hand she could just say “stuff it” both metaphorically and literally, and join Rita and co. in their free meal. It didn’t even seem like a question to her. “You know what Rita?” “Hmm?” “Save me a seat back there. I’m getting rather peckish...” “That’s the spirit girl! Welcome to the night shift!” ===== “Ah, we wondered if you’d come back here girl. Pull up a chair and get comfy.” Richard gestured towards the empty chair. Fiona pulled it out, shifting around to settle her weight on the chair as she sat down. The table itself was pretty tiny. After all, it was only meant to seat two people who wanted to be served in the kitchen and watch the chefs cook. Regardless Fiona, Rita and Richard had all managed to crowd themselves around it, albeit rather tightly. The smell of cooked food still lingered in the kitchen, a distinct odour of cooked turkey in the air. Thanksgiving always attracted customers to the store, turkey usually adorning the plates that went out to serve them. The Thanksgiving rush had ended not a few days ago, but there was still quite a fair amount of food left to serve. Rita was stood at one of the many ovens that the kitchen had, her head leaning down to see how the contents were faring in the intense heat. “Must be where the turkey smell is coming from” Fiona thought to herself as she licked her lips. “Getting hungry eh?” Richard grinned to her. Fiona blushed slightly. He must have seen her licking her lips. “You could say that.” She replied, smiling with a canine showing. She glanced down at her stomach, her rather ample breasts getting the way. Truth be told, she was starving. She hadn’t eaten anything since this afternoon and boredom had sapped her energy more so than actually doing something. She could only ignore the hunger pangs for so long. “Well, prepare to fill your face because it looks like Rita’s ready to serve.” Fiona looked up, seeing Rita carrying a huge metal tray adorned with all kinds of food. A coy grin formed on her face as she approached the table. “Seeing how we have a special guest tonight, I figured what the hey. Tonight is on the house, as is every night! Dig in!” She placed the tray down on the table, nearly drowning the table from view from its sheer bulk. Fiona and Richard both took a sharp breath when they saw the contents. “On the house” didn’t even seem to cover it properly. It looked like she’d cooked the entire store room. The tray was practically swarming with food, both cooked and uncooked. Pastries, bread, meats, cereals, desserts, soups, everything was on the tray and it was all for them. And of course, the turkey. They both gawped at the huge offering for a moment, then at Rita. “Dude...this is...I mean...Jesus, how much did you cook?” Richard stated. He looked almost drained of colour, a slightly pale expression forming. “Well Fiona said she was hungry.” She protested as she sat down “And hey it not’s like we pay for it!” Hearing her name snapped her out of her awestricken trance. The sight of food had driven home just how hungry she actually was, her belly making it rather audible as well as it grumbled eagerly for the food on the tray. Placing one hand on the stomach she turned to face Rita once again. “Well I’m flattered. Shall we dig in?” Without waiting for an answer, Fiona reached over and grabbed herself a mountainous amount of food. The two cooks simply looked at one another, shrugged, and started to do the same. She took a bite of a bite of a piece of meat, the flavour pulling each piece of fur on her body to attention in sheer elation. She’d always known Rita could cook but this was divine! The trio soon became a flurry of arms and gawping maws being filled as the food found its way down each of their mouths, each one cramming down a gigantic amount of food between them. “This is amazing!” Fiona thought as she devoured her third helping of triple chocolate cake. “We get all this at night and don’t pay for it!” She truly could get used to this, the feeling of complete inhibition at night as she sated her hunger from the afternoon. She felt like a pampered princess and was eating like one as well. A huge mountain of food found itself being devoured by her. Her belly grumbled every now and then, almost like it was demanding more food. She simply grinned and carried on filling her face with whatever she had on hand at the time. To her sides the two men were doing the same, eating like they hadn’t seen a morsel of food all week. Not that it mattered how quickly they ate; there was enough on the tray to sink a ship and keep it down there. Eventually however, they all hit their limits. The three could eat no more. Fiona leaned back into her chair, afraid she might break it from the added weight she’d just eaten. She’d never eaten as much as that before! And there was still some left over on the tray! A tiny burp escaped as she leaned back further. “The best\*hic\* best compliment a chef can get” Rita said wearily. They’d all eaten way beyond what was normal for them, and were all suffering for it. “Urgh, I feel like I’ve a beach ball...” She gestured at the table lazily “and there’s still all this to get rid off...” A groan emanated from her right, followed by a voice. “Don’t look at me man...just bin it or something...” Stuffed as she may be, Fiona couldn’t bear the thought of binning such glorious food. She tried to prop herself back up on the table on her elbows, and when that failed miserably she simply leaned forwards wishing she hadn’t. Her taut belly was proving to be a rather challenging obstacle on top (or underneath) of her mammoth mammaries. Slowly and methodically, she hauled herself back up to the table for a second attempt to gain attention. “Why don’t I take it back with me?” She asked. “Jeez Fiona, are you not full?!” Rita cried in amazement. “Oh trust me, I \*hic\* think I’ll be full all week...but that cooking” she gestured towards the tray “is too good to pass up. So how ‘bout it?” She smiled as sweetly as she could manage at the pair. She knew she was pushing it trying to take it all home, but neither of them looked like they were in a state to argue with her. Finally, with a sigh, Rita relented. “Alright you can take it. Just give me a minute to move or I’ll be seeing my meals in reverse order...” “Thanks again! I’ll see you tomorrow!” she shouted over her shoulder. She pushed on the door handle, exiting the store with a huge bag in tow. She smiled to herself as she saw the bag swing out from behind her through the doorway. It was closing time for the store and after they’d finally managed to digest their meals to some degree, the three of them had started to close up for the night. Fiona was the first to leave, eager to get her swag back home and into the fridge before it spoiled. She still couldn’t believe that she’d managed to eat so much and still wanted to take more of it home. “Must have been hungrier than I thought” she mused. Night shift hadn’t turned out anywhere near as dreary as she’d feared, and if the feast was a nightly occurrence she could get used to working this late at night. That was something to look forward to for tomorrow, but for now there was the question of the food in tow with her. A smile broke out on her face as another hunger pang hit her. Time for round two... ===== This continued for the best part of three months, with little deviation. The three would have whatever was uneaten at the end of the night to themselves, with Fiona typically taking the largest portions of the gigantic meals. After they’d stuffed themselves silly, Fiona would commonly end up being the one to take the rest of it home, and when she got home she’d simply carry on her feast. And it all contributed to the feast. She was like a woman possessed when she ate, the food finding places to settle in a stomach that was packed to the brim. And it was started to show. Fiona wasn’t a skinny woman and she never had been. Gifted with a set of breasts to turn the most rigid of heads and hips to keep them turned, she was always going to be a big girl. Now however she’d gone beyond being “big” and was well into the realm of being outright obese. Her breasts had already been two giant balloons shoved into a shirt, but now she was having problems finding a shirt that even stood a chance containing her beastly breasts. Her tits had practically exploded in size into being two beach ball sized breasts sagging slightly from their newly-found weight. They’d grown to such a size that she had to practically undo all the buttons on her work shirt just to cram them in properly. Below them her once tiny “jelly belly” had developed a rather sizable overhang, giving her a paunch that rested on her lap as she sat down. It jutted out from her front eating up what little slack she could find in her clothes, spilling out from beneath her once form-fitting attire. Her hips had drastically expanded from her regular binges, always on the verge of getting her stuck in doorways and the like. She had to force her pants over them, even then being forced to leave the fly open for fear of breaking it. This, however, was being ignorant of what was quite literally her biggest asset. Her ass, once pert and perfectly shaped to fit with her wide hips, was now absolutely huge. It stuck out from behind her a good 15 centimetres, her panties always visible no matter how hard she tried to conceal them. All in all she must have put on at least 100 pounds in three months, being well within the region of the 350+ mark. Not that she was fazed by this. She’d always been big, and to her this was just being a tad bigger than before. It manifested itself well, always attracting to herself quite a few more wolf whistles and staring men (and women) in the streets. She could get used to this flab. A ringing noise cut through the bedroom, lulling a sleepy Fiona out of her dreams and into the real world. She wasn’t used to getting a phone call at this early an hour. She rolled over, her belly still dragging along the bed covers refusing to let go. Grabbing the phone, she looked at the caller ID. One word was splashed along the display. Work. “Strange” she thought as she pressed the accept key “It’s not like them to ring me this early...” She placed her ear to the phone, remaining lying in bed. “Hello, Fiona?” It was her boss, and it sounded a tad impatient. She stifled a yawn before answering. “Morning boss.” “I’m calling about your job on the night shift” She sat up at this. It sounded important. “Oh? Is everything ok?” “Yes yes, everything is fine. I’m actually ringing to ask if you want your day shift back. You haven’t tried to kill anyone recently so if you want it back it’s all yours.” She sat perched on the end of her bed, contemplating his words. Her hand lazily scratched the underneath of her belly. Being on the day shift would be great and all, but she’d miss out on her free food. Glancing up at her bedroom mirror, she saw her reflection and smiled. Like she’d pass up that! “I’m quite happy to stay on the night shift sir...If, that is, that’s ok with you?” The question hung in the air for a moment or two before an answer came. “Well...if that’s what you want...I’ll re-arrange the timetables then...” he sounded almost disappointed. “Thank you sir. I’ll see you tonight then?” she asked him. “Of course. Bye.” The phone went dead before she could even respond. Fiona giggled to herself before placing the phone back on its stand. She looked at herself in the mirror one more time, taking stock of her newer figure. She stroked her breasts and ass lovingly. She’d worked hard for this figure, and like hell she was going to lose it now. Lying back down in bed she thought to herself happily. “I wonder how much I have in the fridge; I need to make room for tonight...” ===== The bells above the door jingled as she pushed it open announcing her presence to the entire store. A few eyes drifted over to the noise, all of them coming to a standstill when they say what’d caused it. Fiona’s bulk had that effect on people more so now than ever with acres of flesh on display. She hadn’t gotten around to getting some new clothes for herself, forcing herself to be crammed inside her once-baggy shirts to find even the slightest amount of slack. Even with this she still had everything on display in modest amounts and it attracted its fair share of gawkers, not that she didn’t like the attention. At the moment however her eyes were focused solely on the light-up screen adorning her mobile phone, a message from Rita on the display. Over the last three months the two had started to spend time with each other outside of work. What had initially started as a cup of coffee at work together had slowly changed into being a cup of coffee at home accompanied by some hugging. Fiona had known Rita was a lesbian for as long as she’d know her but it was never really a topic of conversation, more a background detail. After all it wasn’t something that was just thrown into a conversation. Fiona herself wasn’t exactly the straightest girl you’d ever met and Rita must have picked up on it during one of their coffee meets. She’d lent over for a hug, saying that she really liked Fiona and really liked Fiona. The romance had carried on from there. Now Fiona was making her way to another coffee meet with Rita although not how she’d expected. Her phone had vibrated earlier informing her of a message from Rita not long after her phone call from the boss. It consisted of just one line. “Meet me at in the break room at lunch x” So here she was. She’d arrived a little bit early, hoping to catch Rita at the start of her break for more time together. Pocketing her phone against her tight jeans, she made her way to the kitchen attracting more stares along the way as they caught sight of her giant ass. She wasn’t trying to do it but it shook hypnotically, quaking in jeans that were far too short to hold her cheeks in properly. “Weight has it perks” she smiled to herself. Slipping through the kitchen door she scanned the room. Pots and pans bubbled away happily as Richard tended to them. Noticing a grinning ball of fluff in the doorway he looked up, smiled and pointed a spatula at the break room. “Your wife’s in the break room” he grinned. Fiona just laughed. “You wish” Nonetheless she made her way to the break room, making sure not to clip any of the counters along the way with her ample hips. The last thing she needed was to be meeting Rita with a stain on her clothes. She only had so many shirts to go around. Placing her hand on the door handle she pushed down and out. The door swung compliantly with her, granting access to the break room. It was a small room, on par with the average living room but crammed with everything a staff member could need for a break. Coffee machines lined the wall accompanied by a vending machine (Which Fiona was rather familiar with). A worn-out couch adorned the opposite wall almost hiding the closet door next to it, a table stuck haphazardly in front of it. Rita, however, was nowhere to be seen. Fiona called out slightly as she shut the door behind her. “Rita hun... Are you in here?” Nothing. “I swear if you’re playing hide-and-seek again...” Taking a few tentative steps into the break room she scanned it once again. Still no sign of Rita. Had she lied to her in the text? Or got the time wrong? Or had Richard lied to her about Rita? Struggling to answer every question at once, Fiona settled herself down on the couch. It protested loudly under her weight, but held out nonetheless. She pulled out her phone from her pocket once again, checking that she hadn’t received any texts or phone calls. Still nothing. “\*Sigh\* where are you girl...” “I’m right here.” Fiona nearly jumped out of her skin. The voice, as recognisable as ever, had just emerged from the main door. She hadn’t heard it open. She turned around to face her partner in fear. And, true to form, it was Rita. She had a coy, almost guilty look on her face, emphasised by her half-rimmed glasses. She leant on the door frame and faced Fiona head-on. “You’re here early” “I’ve never been one for being late” Fiona replied. Rita simply smiled. Closing the door behind her she parked up next to Fiona, nearly dropping into her from the dip made by Fiona’s booty. She leant over to hug Fiona. Blushing, Fiona stammered out a few words. “Uhh...Rita? What’re you doing?” Without breaking her hug Rita replied “I just wanted a hug before I give you something” “Huh?” Pulling herself off Fiona and her bulk Rita sat upright on the couch once again. She looked almost giddy, barely managing to contain her excitement. Fiona had to laugh. She was like an excited puppy. “Alright girl, what’s going on?” Without a sound or response Rita picked up her handbag, fishing through it vigorously. Eventually her hand made purchase on what she was looking for. Slowly and methodically, she pulled out a carefully sealed box. It was barely the size of her hand. Blushing even more than before, Fiona took it from her out-stretched hands. It was fairly heavy considering its size. Fiona shot Rita a look. “You ain’t proposing are you?” “No no...just a present...” Fiona turned back to her box. A quick examination told her that it was a slide-to-open box. She took the top of it slowly, placing it carefully on the table. Inside was a single piece of tissue paper acting as a veil for the real surprise. Nervously she took it off. And then her eyes widened. It was a necklace. “Awwwww, Rita! You didn’t have to!” She squealed. Rita blushed and smiled sweetly in response. Taking it out of the box for a closer examination she held it up to the light. It was a weighty pendant attached to a fine silver chain. The pendant itself was in the shape of a heart. As it turned in the light Fiona noticed a slight indentation along the sides of the pendant. A hinge maybe? Clasping the pendant with both hands she wormed her fingers across the ridge. The pendant instantly clicked open to her touch, revealing its contents to her. Inside, carefully framed by two smaller hearts, was a picture of Rita and Fiona together on their first date out. A small message was engraved inside. It read: “To Fiona, the loveliest girl I’ve ever met.” Holding back tears Fiona turned to face Rita. “It’s...it’s beautiful! Thank you!” She cried as she barrelled over to hug Rita, nearly swamping Rita in her flab. Rita responded with a hug of her own. Trying not to cry herself Rita spoke to Fiona. “You’re the greatest girl I’ve ever been on a date with, and one of the greatest friends a girl could ever ask for. You deserved something from me.” Stifling her own tears with a sniffle, Fiona leaned back off Rita placing her hands on her shoulders, making eye contact with the tearful rabbit. “Rita honey, you’re the best friend a girl could ask for. Thank you!” She leant in for another hug. “I just wish I could return the favour!” Even as the words left her mouth the gears in Fiona’s head were already turning. Rita was on her lunch break for the next hour and could most likely get Richard to cover for her for another hour. Maybe there was a way she could say thank you... She broke off the hug again. Rita, by now, was in a complete state and had lost the battle of the tears. They formed two lines down her fur, smoothing it down and shining slightly in the light much like the necklace that was still on the table. Picking up the necklace, she turned to Rita and held it out in front of her. “Now it’s my turn” she grinned. She ran her hand across Rita’s, gripping it slightly and causing Rita to laugh. “How ‘bout a date?” “\*sniff\* that sounds great...pick me up tonight?” “Who said anything about tonight?” “Then...You’re not serious are you?” “Come on, Richard can cover for you for an hour or so. How ‘bout a drink at my place...it’ll be fun...” she drew out the last part with her best southern drawl imitation. The implication was clear to the pair of them. The atmosphere of the room had certainly lifted their spirits amongst other things, and both of them wanted to make the best of it. Running a hand across her nose, Rita smiled and began to cry again. “I’d love to...” “Oh you daft sod, stop crying! Come on let’s get going.” Fiona said to Rita. With a heave and some slight swaying, the two pulled themselves from their seats and made for the door. A quick shout to Richard was all it took for him to say yes, and Rita had the next two hours to herself. A smile broke through Rita’s tears. “This is going to be a good day” she thought to herself. She glanced up at a grinning Fiona, the metal pendant bobbing away against her chest. “A good day...” ===== “Oh god that film was so bad! I just wanted it to end!” “Yeah \*pant\* it was \*pant\* pretty corny...” The two made their way up Fiona’s driveway, eager to get in from the awful weather. It’d been two and a half months since they’d started dating and the two had just got back from a cinema date. “Dinner and a movie, with an emphasis on the dinner part” as Fiona had put it to Rita. It was a common occurrence these days as the two became more comfortable dating with one another. And it was starting to show in more...prominent areas than before. Before the dates it was no stretch of the imagination to call Fiona a heavy-set girl. Now, however, calling her heavy was like calling a lead weight a balloon. Fiona had exploded in size over the course of the two months, nearly breaking her scales in two in the process. A once-tamed belly now rolled out from her in a near-perfect circle, a massive jiggling mass of pudge and flab. It made getting into clothes awkward and getting through doorways a challenge in itself. Below her mammoth belly sat two thighs, each one capable of breaking a man’s arm from their sheer weight alone. Thankfully spared from forming rolls, they instead created a smooth surface of fur that stuck out from her sides no matter the angle. This was accompanied by two butt cheeks that passed for footballs. Jiggling and sloshing to and fro as she walked in a hypnotic pattern. Her pants clung tightly to her rear, the only thing able to keep them up as they were unbuttoned at the front to make room. Above all this sat her breasts. Although one could argue there were more watermelons than mammaries. Fiona had gone far beyond the point of a measurable cup size. Two giant balls of tit slid around underneath her attire unrestrained by a bra or the shirt itself. Her nipples, easily visible as they poked up underneath the fabric covering them were approaching belly button level, seemingly advancing by the day further and further down the grand mass that was Fiona. The last number that the scale had reported before moving on to a new world was 492 lbs. This was a week ago. Now it was anybody’s guess. “Do you have your keys?” a voice chipped in behind Fiona. Rita approached a struggling Fiona as she hiked her way up the drive. “I don’t think that third popcorn was a good idea huh?” “And you \*pant\* objected?” Fiona replied as she gasped for breath from the walk home. It was true Rita hadn’t been one for denying food as of late, and much like Fiona it was starting to show. While she wasn’t as big as Fiona by a long shot she was certainly more “porky” than most rabbits of her age. A soft paunch sat underneath her jumper, peeking out ever so slightly from the bottom with a few tufts of fur visible. Her thighs and butt had too copped some of her increased appetite’s more noticeable effects, bobbing more and more as she walked with their added adipose. Her boobs, sadly, had not caught a great deal of the giving but still remained at a respectable H cup much like Molly (She’d even taken to calling them her ”Molly Mountains”). They had opted to weight Rita before Fiona in case she broke the scales. Rita had clocked in at about 300 lbs. “I found the keys” Fiona shouted after rummaging in her handbag (she had tried to store her keys in her cleavage but sharp objects and boob flesh didn’t mix). With a jingle she opened the door, offering to let Rita in first. “Such a kind soul” she giggled as she waltzed in. Fiona shortly followed after a struggle to fit her rump through the door. A slight shuffle and a push and she found herself through. The house was as clean as always, showing no signs that the two had hardly spent any time downstairs. With a sigh and a flop the two descended onto the chairs in the living room. A few groans escaped from the chairs, followed by a groan from Fiona. “I think...I think I need to get dressed” she murmured. Her panties were currently trying to cut the poor rabbit girl in two after her recent outside jaunt with some degree of success. “Aww, but you only just sat down” Rita complained. “I hardly got to relax with you and our show is about to start!” Fiona heaved herself off the chair. It took a few attempts, but she got off it in the end. Her bulk jiggled slightly as she stood, looking like an earthquake in adipose. With a slight heave she bounded over to Rita’s seat. The bunny looked up with a surprised expression, which is a fair reaction when a 480+ pound rabbit appears at your side. “Uhh...can I help you Fiona?” she whispered. “Well, miss complainy-pants, if you want to spend some time relaxing...I’m all ears” “Miss complainy-pants? That’s the best name you can think of?” “I’d like to see you do better hun” she laughed. Rita grinned in response. “I can think of a few ways to uh...relax...” A giant smile broke out on Fiona’s face, forming dimples on her cheeks. “I thought you’d never ask. 10 minutes?” “Call it 5?” “Done.” And with that, Fiona made her way upstairs. A few huffs and puffs could be heard from above as well as a few creaking floorboards. Rita herself was too busy to notice, instead prepping herself for her night of “fun”. She quickly tucked her hair into her trademark bun before turning to her attire. With a few tugs she hauled her shoes and socks off, placing them neatly in a pile beside the washing basket. After all, she was the guest. “Oooooh Rita hun...” the familiar voice of Fiona echoed from the stairs. A stifled laugh was followed by a reply from Rita. “Yes my dear?” “It’s impolite to keep a lady waiting.” “Hold tight, I’ll be there.” Rita made her advance up the stairs with baited breath. It wasn’t the first time that the pair had had “fun”, but it certainly didn’t make it less exciting for her. Rita knocked on the ever-familiar bedroom door. A voice answered with an even more familiar tone. “’bout time. I’m ready and waiting...” Needing no further introduction, Rita brushed past the door and walked into the bedroom. It was dimly lit with a few candles providing light at sporadic places. The curtains were drawn, shutting out the world and giving the two some much-needed privacy. The centre of the room, however, is what truly drew Rita’s eyes. “Da...damn Fiona...” “Like what you see?” Sat on the end of the double bed, Fiona was dressed in what barely passed for clothing. A tight-fitting bra hugged her boobs tightly, the only bra she actually owned that still fit her (the adjustable straps may have played a large part in this.) A small disc covered the nipple, leaving the rest of the breast covered by a thinly-stretched layer of mesh. It made for quite an alluring sight. Her underwear was practically lost under her belly rolls, barely visible besides the smallest hint at her hips. Below her waist sat two meaty legs, each one covered up with stockings matching the bra and underwear. Eventually a gawping Rita found the means to talk. She stuttered out to the raunchy rabbit. “...Jeez Fiona, when did you get this stuff?” With a laugh Fiona replied “It’s amazing what you can get on the ‘net huh?” “Wow...you look...you look gorgeous...” “I’m flattered.” A deft movement of her hand was all it took to beckon Rita closer. The door slipped closed behind her, shutting the two away from the world, locking them into their own intimacy. Perching herself on the end of the bed next to Fiona, Rita leaned over. She placed her head on Fiona’s shoulder, revelling in the feel of fur against her cheek. Fiona responded, placing an arm around the rabbit. They sat like this for a moment with Rita finally breaking the silence. “So…uh…shall we?” Without a word of response, Fiona began to worm her hands further and further down Rita’s fluffy bulk. She placed a pudgy paw underneath her shirt, gripping her love handles softly. A meep escaped Rita’s shocked lips. It was quickly replaced by another meep as hand two made contact with her inner thigh. Gasping in what mostly consisted of pleasure, she made no protests as Fiona began to strip her buxom bunny. First the shirt came off, easily separated from the rabbit as she raised her arms above her head, making her jiggle slightly. Then the trousers came off. With a wriggle and a wobble she kicked off her jeans letting them hit the floor with a satisfying “thunk”. Finally the bunny was sat next to Fiona in her underwear consisting of a cartoon carrot-patterned white bra and plain white panties. Fiona had to laugh. “Carrots? Really?” Rita blushed slightly “I uh…didn’t think anyone would be seeing them…” It made sense, and Fiona let it drop. Literally. A sneaky hand had been working its way behind Rita’s back. Unhindered by a shirt in the way, Fiona quickly found purchase on the bra clasp. With her chunky hands she slipped the catch in a single movement. Almost at once her bra fell to the earth, a squeak from Rita following suit as her two H-cup breasts bounced out for attention. Freed from their captors they bounced on her chest like jelly on a plate. “That took long enough” Fiona grinned. She leant down to get to work on Rita’s breasts, only to be halted by a white fluffy hand. “Don’t I get to do the same?” Fair point. Fiona clasped Rita’s hand, turning herself on the bed to give her full access to her bra clasp, wobbling like a bouncy castle on the bed the entire time. With her trademark sleight-of-hand Fiona’s bra found itself undone. But, strangely enough, not on the floor as expected. A quick look down revealed that it was staying put because it was trapped between her giant tits. A slight tug quickly rescued her bra from the beastly breasts, letting them bounce around madly as they rolled down her belly. They came close to making contact with her belly button, a fact that wasn’t lost on Rita. “Jeez I could fit my head in that bra…” “Jealous?” “…a little.” “Why don’t you come have a closer look then?” Seizing her chance, Fiona grasped Rita tightly and dragged her backwards onto the bed. Without missing a beat Rita clambered up on top of Fiona like an explorer conquering a flabby mountain. Perched on top of Fiona she bent down, hefting up a gigantic tit. Various “ohhhs” and “ahhhs” came from the two girls, exasperated by the constant massaging that Rita was applying to her tit. Shudders came from Fiona as she rode the waves of pleasure emanating from her body. Lying flat on top of Fiona Rita brought the giant boob up to her mouth. A saliva-lined tongue got to work on her nipple, caressing it and enticing the already-erect nipple. “Oh…OOOH…R…Rita…Don’t stop…” Responding with a quick lick of her nipple, Rita carried on working her magic on Fiona’s boobs. Her free hand caressed her spherical belly running her fingers across her pudgy, fur-laden rolls. She pulled at some tufts gently, making Fiona’s belly jiggle madly as it draped itself across her crotch. She grazed her teeth gently against Fiona’s swollen nipple feeling it harden even more. Fiona was nearing breaking point. She raised her hands and gripped Rita’s rear end tightly. Without a moment’s hesitation she planted her hand squarely on Rita’s behind. Rita gasped and released her grip on Fiona’s nipple finally coming up for air. She grinned as she looked at Fiona. “Too much, my dear?” she said sweetly as if nothing had happened. Fiona was still gasping for breath, forcing words out of her mouth. “I…wanted…to return the favour” she gasped. “\*giggle\* well, if you insist” Rita smiled again. She perched herself on her hands and knees, facing straight down to a waiting Fiona. Her belly and breasts flopped downwards, hanging like pendulums. Her belly even brushed against Fiona’s, reminding the two just how big they’d become in the recent months, more so with Fiona. Reaching up with eager eyes, Fiona clasped hold of Rita’s tit and began to get to work. She suckled on the teat, making the nipple rise with her teeth grazing across her areola. Rita, looking very much like Fiona had before, was quaking in excitement. Her breathing quickly became laboured as she panted furiously from pleasure. The nipple rose, shortly followed by the other nipple in reaction. With a sudden bite to her teat, Rita cried out in pleasure and collapsed on top of Fiona. Her nipple felt like it was on fire from stimulation, her fur feeling like a giant blanket right now as she shared contact with Fiona. With hushed tones she whispered up to Fiona. “I hope that’s not all...” “Well, if you insist” she grinned, mimicking Rita’s tone to a tee. Her hands began their descent south, slowly advancing towards her panty-adorned midsection. With a subtle stroke she enticed Rita’s nipple with her other hand, keeping the bunny on edge. A quick slip of the wrist was all it took for her panties to be pulled towards Rita’s knees. They hung between her legs like fabric handcuffs before being slipped off her feet. Dropping them to the floor, Rita quaked with another pleasure wave bringing her closer to Fiona’s face. She glanced up at Fiona with a wanting expression, eyes gleaming in the dim candlelight. Tilting their heads to the right, they closed the gap locking lips. Tongues quickly began their dance of love as they kissed, each one greedily adoring the other’s proximity. While it was difficult to communicate with words it was easy with hands which were closing in on Rita’s nether regions. Slowly her hand worked her on nether regions, treating them tentatively but sensually. Rita gasped as she felt the first shudder hit her. She managed to keep her embrace with Fiona as they kissed, but it was a close run thing. Worming her hands around her crotch Fiona stroked at the edges of Rita’s vagina and clitoris. Rita’s response was even more quaking as her crotch became wet with excitement. She pulled herself from the lip lock and squealed with ecstasy. Her body wracked with pleasure coming from all angles, her vagina clenched tightly around Fiona’s fingers as she cried with excitement. And with a cry from Fiona, it was over. The pair of them reached their climax simultaneously, performing what could be called a tandem cry of pleasure. Their fluids quickly seeped between their crotches as they came. They clung to her hand as she pulled away from Rita’s crotch. With a final sigh Rita rolled off the top of Fiona and onto the bed itself, her fur still slick from the juices she’d came. Fiona hadn’t fared much better as her fur stuck up in spikes, coated with the juices from them both. With a satisfactory sigh she leant back on the bed, turning to face Rita with laboured breathing. “I think...I’m done for tonight...say you?” “I’m...fine...” Rita replied with equally stuttered breathing. “Well...I’m up for a nap if you are...” She sighed. No answer followed. A curious turn of the shoulder gave Fiona the answer as to why as she was greeted by a sleeping Rita. With a smile, Fiona pulled the covers up from the bed and draped them over both herself and Rita before settling in for a nap. It’d certainly been a good say she thought to herself as sleep claimed her. A good day...