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Taffy sat down at the kitchen table and sighed. The laundry was hanging up to dry. It wouldn't be time to cook dinner for another hour left. Digit kept most of the house clean herself these days. Taffy had managed to keep herself occupied with chores for a while now, but finally everything was done. So she could no longer avoid it. The creeping, consuming depression that she had started feeling some time after breaking up with Miles. She still thought he was insufferable. A lech, trying to take advantage of her. But at least he had wanted her. Who wanted her now? At the rate Digit was growing up, it couldn't be long (in Taffy's mind) before she took over the kitchen entirely! And that was at this point almost all Taffy had left.

 

"Darn it, no robot can outcook me!" Taffy said to herself. She needed to keep busy, and she needed to prove herself. She needed someone (not Miles) to show interest in her! So Taffy sprung from her seat and headed for the cupboards. Flour, bowls, sugar, whisks, eggs...she was going to be busy for a while yet.

 

Some time later, a delicious odor wafted through the Las Lindas ranch. Was that...chocolate? And fresh baked goods? It was. Taffy was finishing the decorative icing on a big chocolate cake. She had chosen something at random that was sure to please the house. Taffy licked her fingers clean. Not only did the baking make her feel better, but the sugar did wonders. She was sure she'd have a piece....but only once others got theirs, of course. Taffy just had to wait, knowing that a scent like her cake's would attract attention any moment now.

 

The chocolate cake sat upon the counter top begging to be eaten. Taffy busied herself by cleaning up after herself. Thirty minutes passed and Taffy saw not one person had offered to take a slice of the cake off her hands. Taffy found she had no other chores for the day, and decided to give up and waiting for everyone else and have a slice of her own cake.

 

It felt sooo good as she rested her weary body at the table and nibbled at the cake. It was absolutely divine, the chocolate still warm as she bit into the fluffy cake. She questioned where everyone had been, had they really been that busy today to pass up on her chocolate cake? Well that suited her just fine for now; things were quiet and relaxing and she had all of her thoughts alone to herself. Helping herself to another slice of brown sweet goodness Taffy realized she’d unconsciously gone through half of the delightful large cake! Grateful that no one had seen her pig out she quickly took the remaining half of the cake and left it in the kitchen for the rest of the house to snack on.

 

Amazed at how much she had put away Taffy remembered why she loved to cook so much: She loved watching other enjoy her meal, but she loved to eat too! To make use of her new free time, she was going to do something she loved, cooking! Not just her specialty of baking and desserts, but actual chef like cuisine of full course meals. Once, a little while ago she’d had the chance to attend a renowned cooking school but unfortunately dropped out soon after starting. Now she had all the time in the world to further her cooking and recipes. She would make sure everyone else would never want to miss another meal of hers for the world, and that they wouldn’t even dream of replacing her with Digit. Her spirits high, her will set, Taffy set upon making a meal that night that the whole house would never forget!

 

That night the meal had gone over spectacularly with the house. A fresh salad course was followed by a hot and rich tasty soup, then the main course which everyone unanimously had seconds (and some even thirds) of. All of this Followed by an exotic pudding as a dessert course which everyone had their fill of. Taffy received many compliments that night and the next day too over her seemingly unprovoked choice to prepare such a grand feast.

 

Taffy’s now used her free time developing and studying new recipes, which also meant having to eat the leftovers as she hated to see good food gone to waste. One time there had been the batch that Sarah added too much of or her secret ingredient (salt) to, in an attempt to help. Of course Taffy found herself munching on that back throughout the rest of her day. Some days Taffy would cook for no reason at all other than to truly test her culinary abilities, and would always find that certain fellow house members would pop-in and offer to taste test for her. All the eating had certainly deepened her gourmet pallet and every night she had been designing dishes with richer greater flavors (and greater caloric count.) Yes the house couldn’t get enough of her food and she couldn’t be happier.

 

Three weeks of baking, boiling, brewing, broiling, browning, frying, grilling, heating, roasting, simmering, sizzling, steaming, steeping, stewing, toasting, the house was definitely eating like kings.

 

"Nummy! Fourths please!" Sarah asked, holding up a plate that had been licked clean. Taffy chuckled and took the plate from her. "Sarah, don’t over-*urp*-do it now.” Rachael said from across the table, trying to suppress a burp or two. One hand rubbed a stomach undoubtedly sore from the amount of food she had packed in to it. Yet despite being so taut, that belly was at the same time soft. There was in fact quite a thick layer of softness to it as it rounded out away from the kitten, encroaching on (but not reaching) a lap comprised of well-padded thighs. Only just stuffed into her skin tight jeans, Rachael's backside ate up most of the chair and kept her comfortable as she sat at the dining table, which was quite a long time these days as the house hold worked through the gourmet meals ,almost feasts , Taffy regularly cooked for them these days.

 

"Now dear, let her enjoy herself while she's young.” Taffy said. She was the main victim of her cooking, and had packed on the pounds. She had a matronly figure, wide hips and a round belly that wobbled about as she walked. Heavy breasts, easily three cups bigger, encroached on the noticeable belly shelf she was gaining. Her round jolly face was always smiling these days, as her cooking had gotten her just what she wanted, a feeling of being needed and appreciated. The house cooed and awed over the dishes she brought out, and couldn't help but gobble them down. That explained why to lesser or greater extents, all of them looked like Rachael or bigger.

 

One would think Sarah's youthful metabolism would shield her from the onslaught of weight, but the kitten more than made up for that by being completely inhibited when it came to food, as well as having a sweet tooth so strong she could sense when Taffy was baking cupcakes. She was a pudgy girl, gaining mostly in her hips and belly, looking increasingly like a series of marshmallows stuck together.

 

"Could you get me some while you're at it?" Mora asked. Mora's body tried to keep up her hour glass figure, giving her an ass nothing short of spherical and tits like melons, but she too had gained a soft middle along the way. Taffy also had to refill the plate of a well-fed, round bellied and faced tom cat named Miles ,the men seeming to have plumped up less but still much softer than before. Only Minos seemed unchanged.... or mostly, at least. Most of them also seemed unaware (or uncaring) of the effects of Taffy's cooking. How could they cut back when she cranked out such fine dining? All Mora knew was that Minos couldn't keep his hands off her these days, Rachael seemed more complacent and less stressed, and Sarah.... well, Sarah was Sarah.

 

"Now on to dessert!" Taffy could finally say after everyone had had their fill of the main course. Fullness would hardly stop them, especially today as Taffy had prepared a series of giant soufflés with candied fruit and powdered sugar. As they got to eating, an increasingly familiar sound was heard. The first pop was Rachael's pants, the button giving way to let a mound of dark furred flesh spill out towards her crotch. Mora really shouldn't have been wearing to tight a buttoned shirt, as a good three buttons came off mid-meal. Then something from Miles. None seemed to care particularly, too absorbed in their meals.

 

"I....really should... get to.... the gym." Rachael said between bites, a hint of a second chin jiggling. She was ignored; in fact, even she didn't seem to be listening to herself. Empty words... there was dessert left to be had, and then that hour or so of lethargy as they digested the huge meal. Taffy just exuded pride at her artful cooking.

 

A month had passed since Taffy’s tour de force of cuisine began, and the house was constantly busting at the seams for more of it. Every day the house was waking up to a warm beautiful breakfast spreads, large love filled lunches, and dynamically decadent dinners, all courses of course were accompanied with regular snacking throughout the day. Most of the house had now taken to regular lethargic lifestyle, electing sedentary chores and hobbies over more active ones even Sarah who only seemed to be a slightly less sprightly then before. All this meant now most of their work was passed to Digit, who could easily and happily handle most of their usual tasks for the day, delightfully devoted to keep the house running like clockwork. But it would only be a matter of time before the growing issue of what Taffy’s cooking was doing would be brought up; the unspoken matter was hanging above everyone’s head by threads…

 

Taffy had gotten by thanks to her spacious apron, which she now definitely had to admit was at it limits trying to constrain her wider hips and backside, as well as her broader bosom, both issues were now testing the limits of her once roomy apron and were even causing the chef to chafe . Rachael and Sara managed along by borrowing some of the more shapely women of the ranches older looser outfits, the two were even filling out some of their own older baggier clothes rather nicely. Mora’s more alluring attire was already built to hold her at maximum capacity so she was forced to forgo them altogether. Now she was left only to the dressier slightly more covering clothes of her own mother. Minos was working shirtless more often, (on the rare occasion he did work) as to not stretch out any of his wear, and Miles, Randall, and Idward were all loosening their belts and were pushing themselves tightly (sometimes forcefully) to fit into their entire roll hugging attire rather than go without such great gourmet food.

 

"Dear, could you wait until they're cool?" Taffy complained, seeing one of her brownies disappearing before she had even finished cutting them. Rachael barely chewed it. It turned out, the once fitness-obsessed kitten loved chocolate almost more than life itself. She seemed to have some sort of sixth sense when Taffy was using it.

 

"Sorry Taffy." Rachael said, her grin showing she was far from regretful. The black kitten was nearing obesity, her sweet tooth and now sedentary job as ranch accountant leading her to pack on the pounds. Taffy wasn't helping, either. She had originally begun this tour de food in search of company, and now that she had Rachael just a room away at all times, she was positively doting upon the kitten, keeping her fed and keeping her company. The two were actually developing quite a bond, which was partially why Taffy was secretly more than happy to see Rachael already here, wolfing down desserts.

 

Rachael could definitely pack it away, too. She had a great big gut now, soft and giving, taking up a significant part of her body. Her shirt was far too small to cover it, revealing just part of that huge, furry dome. It drew Taffy's eyes, when she wasn't thinking. Above it, Rachael's once meager breasts had filled out to the point that she now went by using Mora's bras. The kitten was coated in fat, not just breast and boobs, but sides, arms, and especially her two (and nearly a third) chins. But this was all ignoring her most astounding asset. Rachael's ass was so wide it was visible from any angle, wider than the rest of her. Sure, her hips tried to keep up, almost as wide as a doorway, but her ass just took the cake. Rachael sat down on a chair, her ass swallowing the entire chair and hanging over the sides, her fat, puffed-up tail peaking out above necessarily low-slung pants.

 

"Try a plate, dear." Taffy said, putting one down in front of Rachael with four brownies on it. She leaned over a little more to pat Rachael's belly, which made the kitten grin, just from the contact. Taffy had a hard time leaning down, as her belly got in the way. Round and heavy, it was nearly pregnant looking thanks to being constantly stuffed. Leaning over forced it against her thunderous thighs, and that it turned forced her titanic tits up towards her face. Hers was a body ready for mother hood, with well-padded hips and breasts that no infant could ever suck dry.

 

Leaning over, Taffy heard a noise she had been fearing for weeks. It wasn't as loud or dramatic as she had built it up in her mind. Quietly, and simply, with a small rip she felt a tightness in her waist release. Taffy stood up quickly and caught her skirt before it fell to the floor. Rachael noticed Taffy's sudden distress.

 

"What's the matter, bunny? Urp." she let out a small belch by accident. And with a high-pitched ping, Rachael's pants button gave up the ghost. Explosively, this time. The button went flying off, actually chipping the table and still going to embed itself right into the wall. Belly fat oozed forth, her jiggly, smooth gut flowing out rapidly to fill her lap. How she had fit it in to those pants was little short of a work of god. Rachael went shock still, stunned.

 

"Raaaach. I have a problem." Sarah came bounding into the kitchen, clutching at her breasts. Well, clutching at two handfuls. There was far too much tit flesh for two hands - or for four, or six for that matter. The kitten had two furry pumpkins in her top, which by the looks of things wasn't holding them anymore. The three of them stopped, and looked at one another.

 

"I think we should go shopping." Taffy said. "We were all due new clothes, right?" the other two nodded meekly. They were fat. They couldn't pretend any more. But they could make the best of it.

 

An hour or so later, four fat females found the mall. They'd needed two taxis, naturally. Mora they had found in no better state, trying to restitch her mother's dress. Now, she wore some old maternity dress the size of a tent. It at least covered her monstrous tits. Mora eclipsed even Sarah; in fact, so determined was her body to make her top heavy that the cow's titanic tits were as big as her big rolly gut. She had to heft herself around with quite a lot of effort, even if Taffy and Rachael were arguably the fattest. Everyone was dressed in the largest clothes they could find, for Taffy another maternity dress and for the kittens some of Miles' borrowed work clothes.

 

"L" Rachael read bitterly as she replaced one shirt on its rack. She had no choice but let her eyes wander to the back of the rack, where she'd find the XLs and XXLs she had a chance of fitting into.

 

"Do you want to try a G-cup, dear?" Taffy asked, trying to help Sarah with a new bra. Sarah looked down at herself, and poked one great fatty breast.

 

"I'm not sure...." she said. She glanced over to Mora, who in the specialty section was comparing a cup the size of a dinner plate against her own tits. She sighed and agreed to try a H-cup, if only to get a bearing on how much larger she'd need.

 

“Come…on...sis….suck it in!” Rachael said to her sister as she tried to squeeze her into a bra. They both managed to fit into one of the spacious fitting rooms along with Taffy, and were trying to fit Sarah into one of the largest sized bras the store offered. Mora had forgone the ideas of bras all together and looked for anything that would serve to cover her, wandering around in the draping and unflattering muumuu section

 

“I…am …sucking...it.…in.” Sarah worded breathlessly, as she continued to hold her breath as she held both arms above her head. Rachael was now standing in front of her younger extremely well endowed sister, and her stomach was becoming an obstacle for the both of them, pulling tighter on the bra she brought her own chubby arms around to the center of her sister’s bosoms. Rachael was going to make sure Sarah at least had a bra when the left here and she was going to make it fit one way or another, and now she almost had the bra on, all Rachael had to do now was pull a little tighter…she almost had it…

 

*SLIP* the bra skittered out of her hands and hit the back wall of the dressing room.

 

*FLUMP* Sarah’s big soft breasts leaped forward as Sarah exhaled, surprising Rachael with a face full of warm blubber boob flesh. “Sorry…my fault” Sarah apologized turning her head down to glance at her sister over her own young erect pink nipples.

 

Taffy only sighed. It wasn’t Sarah’s fault it was her own fault too. Her increased cooking was the real reason everyone was here today even though she knew none of the others would admit to it. She would just have to give up the cooking for a while which unfortunately meant the feeling of belonging she got with it.

 

A store attendant who had been patiently watching the group of girls mercilessly cram themselves into clothes they just couldn’t fit had had it! One hated to be one to turn away business, but they saw it would be a mercy to the store in the long run.

 

Walking over to them the attendant quietly whispered. “I think your problem may be that you need to think a little LARGER! I believe the shop three doors down may be more to your…suiting.” and with that the attendant turned away and hoped the problem would eventually work itself out.

 

They girls regrouped embarrassedly exiting the store and walking in shame as they passed onlookers, gaining more gawkers as their older clothes ripped further, before reaching the designated store. “Big Time Primes” read the sign in bright yellow letters, underneath which stood a bear prime who looked very familiar…

 

“Ambar?” Mora asked incredulously. It couldn’t be Ambar, could it? This bear prime looked like she had eaten Ambar whole, like two of Ambar could fit inside of her ballooned build.

 

“Nope. I’m not the high prime; in fact I believe she’s more of a tall hamster than bear. But don’t worry I get that a lot, I mean she does get a lot of her fashion line from us.” She pliantly explained, as she modeled the flowing flowery eastern print gown she was wearing. The group marveled at the exotic outfit and the way it seemed to compliment the workers stouter stature.

 

“Oh…sorry” Taffy apologized for Mora , they day was going from bad to worse and Taffy now felt like drowning her sorrows in a big bowl of ice cream at the food court.

 

“How can I help you today?” the cheerful attendant continued.

 

“Umm, one of the attendants at the other store said you could help us we’re looking for a brand new…” Rachael trailed off as she realized the sizable list of things they needed.

 

“Everything!” Sarah blurted out much to the groups chagrin.

 

“OH, *giggle* I see. Well I doubt we’ll have a problem with that. We here at Big Time Prime’s service a variety of larger primes from enormous elephant and giant giraffes to titanic tigers and bigger sized bears, such as me.” The speech sounded rehearsed, but the attendant gave a real sense of friendliness to the words and the girls were won over.

 

“Yeah well just lead us to the larges and we’ll take it from there.” Rachael said, still demoralized from the shopping experience at the previous store.

“No, no, no, the customers here are on a different scale. If you pardon my pun…”the shapely red haired bear said as she led them to the women’s section.

Rachael’s sprits instantly rose. She wouldn’t have to wear the dreaded X’s on her back after all, in fact there was even a chance she could be a small again. An elephant’s sized small, but a small none the less; the tag on the bag was all that mattered to her.

 

A much better selection of beautiful designer fashions and prints awaited them; all look to be designed with women of a naturally bigger frame in mind. Posters of plus sized primes modeling everything from sexy swimsuits to lacy lingerie adorned the stores walls.

 

Noticing the group was slightly awestruck the employee continued with one of her many prepared quips. “Here at big time prime’s our motto is “Big is Beautiful” so please don’t be ashamed to try anything on”

 

“Really? Even all this? ” Taffy asked still in a dour mood, as she hefted up her pot belly.

 

“Oh yes!” she smiled and clasped her hands together. “Here we believe power not only comes natural to primes of bigger sizes, it’s a deep instinct in attraction for men and women as well. We encourage a woman’s display herself proudly and to want to show off their super-sized sexy selves.” Now breaking from routine, she talked in a quieter voice. “Ever since I’ve started working here my man can’t keep his hands off me! And, I’ve noticed I’m enjoying the way he’s been bloating up too. When your girls are done, I promise you’ll be irresistible!” she finished on a high note, bringing a smile to all of her intent listeners faces. They decided then and there to give it a shot, and went full steam ahead as they began to look through the large shop.

 

As they shopped they began talking over what the friendly attendee had said about men hungering over huger women. Mora knew it was true for Minos at least, he‘d been more excitable more franticly passionate when it came to making love with her, his hands always busy tracing her up and down. This love towards her larger size also rang true for Idward, the artic fox proclaiming that now there was even more of her for him to fawn over. Rachael and Sarah had also seen Idward, as he was regularly sneaking the two glances, often with Miles. Miles who they all knew was praying every day for the chance he’d get to see a nip slip or a little bit of rear as soon as one of them tore their clothes. Even Randall seemed a little more playful, a little more touchy feely when he was around any of them, never missing a moment to jab a finger jokingly into one of Rachael’s jelly rolls, or give an innocent slap on the bottom to Taffy for delicious meal.

 

“Up first we have…. Rachael!” came the attendance voice announcing to the spacious back room of the store.

 

Rachael strutted down an imaginary runway and winked towards the others, as she turned around and gave a wiggle and flex of her large rump.

 

“Notice while this design accentuates your assets, the dress open fabric feels like its breathing with being clingy.” The attendant remarked sounding as if she had swallowed the catalog and was reciting it proudly verbatim. Rachael nodded, she was not usually one to get dolled up, but she could appreciate what the outfit was doing for her. Hell she was happy she could breathe without popping a button!

 

“Up next showing their support for our supporters…Sarah and Mora!” the bears warm voice rang. As the two exited their dressing rooms in unison, and then walked out in the customary model strut. A glowing white fabric easily fit around their boobs, not only cuddling them snugly but also miraculously providing lift and support for their heavy cumbersome cans.

 

“Modeling our new Nanozell brassieres harness the latest in nanomite fabric means you can say goodbye to those agitating back pains, and hello to a new world of comfort.” the voice continued As Sarah she and Mora turned and stuck out their tongues impishly, as they posed, then erupted into laughter.

 

“Finally Taffy! Sporting her new… apron?” their announcer/attendant was caught off guard as somehow Taffy managed to bypass all the other of the store selections and choose this unappealing frock.

 

“It’s not really an apron…it’s more of a uniform, double breasted, just like the real deal chefs…” Taffy said her tone lowering till it was only slightly above a whisper.

 

“Really Taffy?” Mora asked, as the rest of the women were shaking their heads behind her. I guess if you like it, but don’t you want something more…exciting?”

 

“Let’s say we hook her up right ladies…” voiced the attendant not missing a beat, and minutes later Taffy was carrying a stockpile of clothes back to the dressing room. There was no way she’d be able to try on them all so she went for her favorites. She picked one to model, a more modern tank top outfit which was a deeper shade of pink and black that brought out her hair. And a pair of hip hugging black kaki short shorts that looked adventurous on her. The ensemble even displayed a little of her bunny belly on purpose as it just peeked out from below her shirt but rested above her reinforced low cut shorts, shorts which sexily encased her thicker thighs and broader behind.

 

“See now your ready girlfriend!” Mora assured her as her reflection joined Taffy’s in the mirror. Taffy nodded to this newer image of herself. Her view of herself had greatly changed for the better since this morning, now she could continue being the providing chef she’d always wanted to be and looked spectacularly sexy too!

 

“Soo…um, will that be cash or credit?” the attendant asked politely but expectantly as they reached the checkout counter.

 

Mora paused to look at the large wardrobe they’d be hauling home; it was going to cost a fortune! But she could see how happy they all looked with their treasures, especially Taffy who seemed completely transformed, made it all worth it.

 

“Why not, we’ve worked hard this season and we’ve had a damn good haul! It’s time to start livin’ larger ladies!” Mora finally said as brought out her checkbook as the group cheered. They had been so enthralled they had even elected to ware some of their new purchases out. They all looked and felt amazing in their new fashionable clothes and felt energized and empowered with themselves as the exited the mall, not before turning quite a lot of heads of some fellow shoppers as the left.

 

“Say gals this really was fun! You know I’ve got an idea…” Mora said brazenly as they entered the warm mid-afternoon sun waiting for them outside of the mall.

 

"Watch out world, here we come!" Mora said as they exited the mall, taking a moment to stand defiantly with her hands on her hips. She and the group behind her were quite a sight. Four rotund, well-dressed ladies, easily twice the weight of most passerby, if not more. Rachael chortled at Mora.

 

"Yea, well, can we come in a taxi? All that walking's got me tired." she said. Mora sighed and dropped her gung-ho attitude, though she was still cheery.

 

"Yea, me too. We'll get a couple. We all decided on the restaurant, right?" she asked. She got a series of chin-wobbling nods. Mora called for a couple taxis, and the girls had no choice but to stand there for a few minutes. They began to fan themselves, clearly not coping well in the heat and with the taxing dilemma of keeping themselves upright. Rachael and Taffy shared one taxi, taking up the entire backseat from end to end. Rachael let out a contented sigh once she was inside. She took a look at the seatbelt.

 

"Yea...no. Not happening." she said quietly. Taffy chuckled as she got herself in. She directed the taxi off and then sat back, resting her hands on her belly like a pregnant woman. Rachael eyed Taffy's fat form, and then took a moment to eye her multitude of rolls, now well covered in a giant but form-fitting top.

 

"I almost forgot that this all happened because we all blew up." Rachael said, sadness creeping into her voice. "We're huge Taffy. When did this happen?"

 

"Oh, Rachael..." Taffy said, looking down glumly. "That's my fault. I got so caught up with everyone loving my cooking..."

 

"Mhm, that's it." Rachael said with a nod. "You're like a gourmet chef."

 

Taffy blushed. "See, it's compliments like that...."

 

"Well, I guess I can't blame you." Rachael said. Taffy looked up in hope.

 

"Really? You're not mad?" Taffy asked. Rachael shook her head, and then huffed, prodding at her extra chin. Gaining so rapidly had left them all not quite used to their bodies.

 

"Well, I can't walk a mall without getting winded, but I wasn't doing myself any favors with all that fitness junk before anyway." Rachael said. She leaned back, appearing to sink into her fat. "I guess I've been enjoying it. Who woulda thought me, a housecat? But...I have been happier, clothing aside. So, actually...thank you Taffy."

 

"You're thanking me....for getting fat?" Taffy said. Rachael grinned.

 

"Yep. Hope you like it to, chubbs." she said, mercilessly prodding her finger into Taffy's belly. It went in all the way to the knuckle.

 

"Woah." Rachael said, prodding again.

 

"Rachael!" Taffy whined. Rachael laughed.

 

"Haha, don't worry. Besides, weird as it may be..." she lowered her voice. "I kinda feel sexier now."

 

Taffy blushed. "M-me too." even quieter, she added, "and I think you do look...." she blushed and looked away. Rachael didn't say anything, just smiled. They were almost at the restaurant.

 

"Oh my, I'm glad we're well dressed." Taffy said as the cab pulled up to the restaurant. Cursive gold over a wide green awning spelled out Les Petites Morceaus. Rachael opened the door and heaved herself out of the cab. She looked unimpressed by the restaurant's get up. Taffy heard her give it a snort.

 

"Can't be better than your cooking. I never liked fancy places - there we were, Sarah and I, starving those years, while people would pay hundreds of bucks for a certain type of steak"

 

"I don't think you'll be starving any time soon, dearest." Taffy replied, patting Rachael's belly, which gave way like a pillow underneath the bunny's touch. Rachael smiled and chuckled, rubbing the sides of her stomach.

 

"True. What a life. Here come the others." she turned as Sarah and Mora waddled up to them. The four fat ladies were once more quite a sight as they all lined up. All orb-like bellies of giving fat, four pairs of legs spread apart by different amounts to accommodate puffed-up thighs, full and rounded cheeks framing their smiles. Sarah was full of excitement, seeing such a restaurant as the once-forbidden fruit of yesteryear where Rachael saw it as sour grapes. They made quite an entrance, crowding the spacious lobby on their way up to an impeccably groomed host whose only surprise was the slightest raise of one manicured eyebrow.

 

"How may I serve you, madams?" he asked in a formal tone thick in a fake accent. Mora took charge.

 

"Table for four, and we won't be kept waiting." she said, slapping down a fifty. It caught the rest of the group by surprise.

 

"Wow Turbo-tits, when you'd get so open-handed?" Rachael asked, the slightest sting in her voice.

 

"You're the bookkeeper. How're things at the ranch?" Mora retorted. Rachael cocked her head, jowls wobbling.

 

"Pretty good actually. The fellas have been really putting their backs into it recently."

 

"Probably trying to work it off." Sarah giggled. Meanwhile, the host had slipped the bill up his sleeve. He gestured politely to a path into the restaurant.

 

"This way, if you please." he said. Mora grinned at them as they started walking, single file so that they didn't bump nearby tables with hips and rear ends (which bottom-heavy Rachael still nearly did)

 

"Besides." she continued. "Gals like us gotta eat, right?" that got a series of nods. They were seated at a round table very near to the kitchen, so much so that they could actually hear the scratch of spatulas and the clatter of plates. There was plenty of space for the four of them, it was a table clearly designed for six, or four big beautiful women. The host passed around menus.

 

"I can't even read half of this." Rachael remarked. Taffy leaned over to help her, identifying most dishes by ingredients. The four of them worked out their orders in due course. Their drinks came, then some hastily devoured bread, then -

 

"This is my steak?" Rachael asked, eyes wide at the paltry little slab of meat before her. The rest of the group were likewise eying dishes that made the plates look huge. It was like being served leftovers.

 

"But of course." their waiter said. "We at Les Petites Morceaus believe in quality over quantity. You'll find it quite delectable, I assure you."

 

"I came for a meal, not a snack!" Rachael said boisterously. Sarah's ears were drooping as she poked her tiny fish around the plate. The older women, Mora and Taffy, tried to swallow their disappointment, but Rachael would not be quiet.

 

"If I want a good taste, Taffy, you can give that! I was expecting to give you a break from cooking tonight. No, you'll need to make a whole 'nother meal once we're done with these pathetic little things!"

 

"Rachael please...." Taffy hushed.

 

"Come on! Look at these prices! Does the chef know what $60 worth of steak even looks like?"

 

"Zat! Is! EET!" a human chef burst from the kitchen. "Simpleton! Philistine! Whhere iz zis 'Taffy' you claim can cook better than moi?!" he demanded of the table. Taffy tried to hide behind her ears, but Rachael only slapped a hand onto her shoulder.

 

"Right here, Pierre." she said. "I don't think you could outcook her with her hands tied behind your back! She's made better meals in the microwave!"

 

"Prove eet, or I'll have you tossed out of my restaurant - permanently!" the chef proclaimed. "And you will pay for all zis wasted food!"

 

Taffy couldn't believe she was doing this. But, tying the largest apron the restaurant had to offer around her massive girth, she surveyed the kitchen she had been placed in. The chef sneered at her, looking completely confident of himself. Taffy nearly whimpered. She was going to let everyone down! She couldn't do it! She-

 

"Hey." Rachael put a hand on Taffy's shoulder. "Sorry I got you into this mess, but....I'll owe you, okay?" Taffy saw the look on Rachael's face. What she was trying to say, was "Do it for me, please" . Taffy nodded and steadied herself. She could do this. She could!

 

The chef had the home field advantage, and at first Taffy was just hunting for ingredients. She soon found what she was after. What should she make? A hearty roast beef, that sounded good. In her special homemade gravy....and they had such a range of garnishes and spices here! Taffy got to work, measuring and cutting, heating and tossing. She soon got in such a groove she barely saw the kitchen around her. Her body swayed too and fro as if to some elaborate dance. She was suddenly an eloquent near-quarter-ton of woman, somehow light on her feet despite her size. Sure, some of her movements seemed almost lewd, the way her breasts thrust forth or her hips surged about as she danced through the kitchen, but it just made her enticing as well as mesmerizing.

 

"Wow, Taffy's really into this, huh Rach?" Sarah asked, nudging her sister. "...right Rach? Rachael?" she turned to see Rachael completely enraptured by Taffy, her eyes wide and fixated on the bouncy bunny.

 

"Huh? Oh....yeah...." Rachael said with a long sigh. Sarah rolled her eyes.

 

Soon both cooks were done. The rules were simple - they'd test each other's dishes. It wasn't fair, but the chef was so sure of himself, and Taffy hadn't had the heart to disagree to begin with. Taffy got handed a bowl of perfectly cooked hand-made ravioli in alfredo sauce. She forked a piece and blew it cool, and tentatively took a bite.

 

"Ohh....fiddlesticks, this is delic-" Taffy stopped at the sound of crying. She looked over, to find the chef weeping into her roast beef.

 

"Ze meat! Eet ees beautiful!" he said, weeping tears of joy. "I ahm a failure to my masters! I....such artistry in food!" Everyone just stared at him, weirded out.

 

"Uhm...this is quite good, really..." Taffy said, trying to console him.

 

"Non! I am nothing! My dearest madamoiselle!" he prostrated himself before her. "Pleaze. I beg of you! Cook for me - non, let me cook for you! Si vou plait, such beauty, such talent!"

 

"Uh, I.....uh...." Taffy looked back to her friends, who were hanging expectantly on her words. Taffy swallowed.

 

"Pleaze mademoiselle!" the chef cried at Taffy. "Teach me your craft! Such mastery!"

 

Taffy hesitated to give an answer. This was her dream job, everything she'd ever wanted and more, and it was right there for the taking! And yet... She glanced over at the girls, each one looking more eager than the last awaiting Taffy to answer him. She couldn't leave them, not after all they'd been through. She'd finally gained what she felt was missing in the ranch. Her place in the family. To start a new job like this would take it all away from her. Taffy swallowed. Here goes...

 

"I'm sorry..." She began. The chef froze mid-sob as she spoke. "But I can't leave my friends to work here. I'm sorry if I-"

 

"Now hold on a minute bun!" Mora jostled behind her. She waddled up to Taffy, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Think what you're saying here. This is the chance of a lifetime for you and you're just going to throw it away?!"

 

"I don't want to leave you all..."

 

"PLEAZE MY SWEET, RECONSIDER!" The chef bawled at her feet.

 

"Oh, please don't cry!" Taffy started. She leaned over to comfort him. This was going horribly wrong! She didn't want to make anyone sad! 'What do I do?' She though to herself 'I don't want to leave everyone...'

 

"Why doesn't he just learn from you at home?"

 

Taffy, Mora and the chef all glanced up following the words. Sarah was stood behind Rachael with her hand in the air like a child answering a question in class.

 

"Pardon?" Mora asked.

 

"Well if Taffy doesn't want to work here, why doesn't he just come to the ranch so she can teach him there?"

 

The words hung in the air like vapours. It was an interesting proposition to say the least, and from Taffy could work out it didn't have a downside either. Taffy gets to stay at home with her friends, the chef (she should really get around to asking his name) gets to learn from Taffy and nobody gets depressed. Everybody wins in the end Taffy reasoned.

 

"OUI!" The chef cried, again on his knees. "Teach me from your chateau!"

 

"I uh...Mora? Are you sure you're fine with this?"

 

Mora laughed, a deep rumbling belly laugh that set her wobbling like jelly.

 

"I don't think I have much of a say in this hun. If you're willing to teach...whatever his name is...at home then he better be willing to pay you for it."

 

"Of course my beauties! Free entry and food for you all every weekend here at the restaurant. Huuuh? Huuuh?" He begged.

 

"That seems fair to me. What about you Taffy?"

 

Taffy was still stood almost numbly with Mora's hand on her shoulder. To teach anyone how to cook is one thing, but to teach a professional chef?! She couldn't believe this was happening! She stood upright, taking a deep breath to calm herself before speaking.

 

"I can certainly teach you from home" She beamed, smiling broadly to him. The chef practically launched himself from the floor like he was spring-loaded. He clamped on to Taffy hugging her with sheer glee, nearly winding Taffy with such force.

 

"MERCI! MERCI!"

 

"YAAAY!" Sarah shouted from behind them all.

 

"Congratulations Taffy, you just got a student." Rachael laughed.

 

"Well" Mora said. "It looks like everything is settled then. We eat here every weekend for free, and you come to learn from our resident master during the weekdays. Agreed?"

 

"AGREED!"

 

"Perfect. Now are you going to let go of your master?"

 

With the foundations set, it wasn't long before a proper routine was established. The chef (who finally gave his name as Jacques) arrived diligently every weekday evening at the ranch, eager to learn from Taffy and her masterful cooking. The two boiled, baked and brewed in the kitchen for hours, serving their final results one after another to measure how well her pupil had replicated the day's chosen dish. Needless to say this resulted in gargantuan helpings during the weekdays, complimented by the free meals that Jacques' had promised at his restaurant as payment which the ranch took full advantage of.

 

Two months have passed since Taffy found herself with a new pupil, and the entire house have been stuffing themselves silly with huge helpings of food and delicious baked goods. Has Taffy found herself the victim of double helpings from her student, or have all the girls found themselves to be somewhat larger than life?

 

"Taffy? Is... huff... breakfast ready yet?" Rachael asked, standing outside the kitchen doorway. She really didn't want to try to fit herself through the doorway right now. Who made doorways that tiny, really? Rachael panted from her exhausting walk over here from the next room over and rested her hands on the shelf of her belly. Ever since Pierre (yes, it had to be "Pierre") had shown up, the gang had been treated to dish after dish of Taffy's student as he tried to mimic the bunny's delectable cooking. If they told him it was off in this way or that he'd try to fix it there on the spot, so sometimes they'd get the same dish three times in one meal. But he was still good, and nobody had complained. Their clothes, however, were beginning too.

 

Rachael was easily over a quarter of a ton now, more blob than kitten as her belly apron covered her knees, making walking an exercise in weight-lifting. She couldn't even touch her own bellybutton, though her reach was further limited by arms thicker than than a non-obese woman's thighs. Her sausage fingers were good for little more than holding a fork and spoon, these days. No longer in denial about her weight, and with the rest of the ranch in similar states, modesty hadn't become such an issue for anybody, and so Rachael gladly let her fly remained undone to giver her belly some room. After all, her pants were pretty busy trying to cover an ass that had its own zipcode. Rachael had "lost" things only to find them resting on the shelf of her backside, everything from books to plates. Her former skinny self could have used a single cheek as a loveseat cushion. Even though Rachael's belly was nearly twice as wide as the doorway, what she really didn't want to try was to squeeze her backside through that door.

 

"Just a minute, dearest." Taffy turned around slowly from the kitchen counter. Turning too quickly and her body would lose balance, mostly due to her giant orb-like belly. Her belly took up an overwhelming amount of her body, arcing away from her and hanging out over two feet from her, supported by itself as it rested against most of her legs. Her belly was weighed down by Taffy's titantic tits, overflowing her specialty bra and peeking out from her apron. It had been very useful, having cleavage that could store a bag of flour without trouble, but Taffy was so front-heavy despite her jiggling rear that she had to lean backwards to move, resulting in a pregnant-like waddle that made her even slower than the rest of the house.

 

"Mademoiselle, I have eet zis time, I swear to you! Go, please, let me finish ze dish." Pierre was beside Taffy, looking eager to prove himself. Taffy smiled and nodded, beginning the arduous process of making it from kitchen to dining room.

 

"Hey gang, breakfast!" Rachael called, not so much as "over her shoulder" as "turning ever so slightly". She stayed standing, however, and waited for Taffy to approach.

 

"Ready?" Taffy asked. Rachael nodded. Then the two gargantuan women pressed their bellies together through the doorframe, and began to lean. Grunting and straining, they reached out to each other, trying to get past their bellies.

 

"This... was easier... a month ago..." Rachael wheezed, getting quite sweaty.

 

"Yes... then we started.... desserts." Taffy huffed in response. Fat oozed against fat, belly to belly, and creaking and groaning came from multiple sources. Then, with a snapping noise, Rachael let out an 'oof'

 

"What was that?" Taffy asked. Rachael blushed.

 

"My... um, my last pair of panties...." Rachael admitted. Taffy just giggled.

 

"My, you are getting to be a big kitten." she said, oddly pleased. Rachael's blush deepened.

 

"Taffy, not now... come on...." with a few extra heaves, They finally grasped pudgy hand in hand. Then it was up to gravity. Rachael leaned back, Taffy forward, and they began to drag the bunny through the doorframe. Taffy strained as her breathing became short, her bust coming first. Rachael was getting red both with effort and with the fact that Taffy's body was laid all over her. Her burgeoning bunny bosom was wobbling hard against Rachael's belly, in a way not unlike some dreams Rachel had been having recently...

 

With a thunderous crack, they were through. But violently so, all of Taffy suddenly coming loose, causing Rachael to lose balance. She toppled backwards - falling barely six inches before her earth-shattering backside hit the ground. Taffy was dragged with her, overtop Rachael at an angle. She was pivoted on her belly, bringing her face up extremely close to Rachael's, her tits enveloping Rachael's, which were "only" the size of overgrown watermelons.

 

"We broke the doorframe. Dang, that's the third one..." Rachael stopped as she realized Taffy was staring at her.

 

"Did we now?" Taffy asked, eyes half-lidded.

 

"T-Taffy..." Rachael blushed. This was happening too fast. She was thankful for all the bunny had done for her, and... and the feeling of all this weight on her, all this beauitful bunny fat.... but.... she wasn't sure....

 

"We interrupting something here?" A slightly lecherous voice asked, making both women look up. From this angle, all they could see was what looked like a supersized dollop of fur, black and white. It was infact the giant, multi-rolled gut of a certain tomcat.

 

"Miles! Why aren't you wearing a shirt!" Taffy asked, doing her best to get up. The tomcat grunted.

 

"You ladies may be stuffing yourself into skintight tops, but I'm not bothering. S'no law against it. Heck, if either of you want out, noone would complain..."

 

"In your dreams, Miles!" Rachael retorted, helping Taffy get off of her.

 

"Rach, that you? Where are you?" A trio of marshmallows asked. Actually, it was Sarah, wearing what had to be the least amount of clothing she could manage. Just like in her long-gone skinny days, she wore a tiny top that created a band around her breasts, which were currently the size of a child each, massive wobbling orgs that only partially rested on her belly, hanging down around the third orb of the trio, causing them to be mishapen teardrops more than spheres. The reason she couldn't see Rachael was that Sarah's tits ate up so much of her vision she was really left peeking through her cleavabe if she wanted to see anything below eye level. Her belly was, like the rest of them, obscuring any sign of her crotch, but she was wearing such short pants that her love handles ate the sides and her loveseat of a rear end hid the rest of it, making it look like she was nude below the waist unless one spotted a hint of fabric between her cheeks.

 

"I hate to admit it, but Miles has the right idea..." Mora mumbled, leaning against the wall as she waddled into view. Mora's metabolism had gone from blessing to curse, because her body refused to anything more than a pittance of her fat elsewhere in her body. As a result, Mora was a complete cow, looking severely overdue a milking. Over a yard of tit-flesh expanded out from her chest, obscuring her upper arms and any thin people standing next to her. Her nipples were nearly level with her belly button, and a relatively small (still no doubt a hundred pounds by itself) belly poked out from the bottom of her cleavage. From there her hips exploded, roughly as wide as her boobs, placing her second only to bottom-heavy Rachael in width, even though Rachael had her beat by miles when it came to volume of ass. Mora was wearing a shirt of sorts, ending only a little more than halfway down her boobs, leaving plenty of tit for all the world to see.

 

"I can't believe that stupid specialty store doesn't carry anything in my size." Mora complained, not for the first time. Oh, months ago, it had been wonderful. Even a few weeks ago, when they came back for the umpteenth time for a bigger size, it had been a godsend. But they were beginning to outgrow the market - Mora couldn't find bras, Rachael had a problem with pants, and nothing could accomodate Taffy's belly.... and the men were even worse off, and noone could really blame the lack of clothing going around.

 

"Do you want to check if they can order anything?" Taffy asked, finally off the floor. Mora huffed.

 

"And do all that walking?" She asked. It was a rhetorical question, none of them were up for the dozens of steps it would take to get from a cab to the store, and that was if they could fit into a cab to begin with. Instead the gang just settled down to eat, awaiting Pierre's latest attempts to mimic Taffy's cooking. Each one of them sat on two chairs apiece - well, except for Rachael, who overflowed three.

 

"Prepare yourselves, monsieurs and madams, for ze feast!" Pierre said, wheeling in a tray with what would only be the first of many courses.

 

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"A little thicker with the sauce, Pierre, I warned you." Taffy said, leaning back to give her belly a little extra room. Pierre bowed, apologizing, and began to clean up the kitchen. Taffy looked around the room. An occasional belch or sigh could be heard as the group settled, several massize bellies on display for all to see. Taffy had to admit the group was getting more relaxed... more sedate. All they really wanted to do was eat. Taffy had to admit that that was pretty much all she wanted to do as well. But seeing people stuffed to the brim with her food, or with Pierre's (which was essentially her own handiwork, given she taught him) was so rewarding to see... it wasn't just about the eating. She wanted to see the group continue to bloat. It was getting exciting. Especially Rachael...

 

"Any of us feel like moving?" Mora asked. Rachael responded with a belch, the rest didn't answer. "Didn't think so. Someone wake me when it's lunch time." with a sigh, the cow closed her eyes. The time they were spending not eating or sleeping was diminishing...

 

"Rachael?" Taffy huffed as she reached the hall. She really hoped Rachael was in her study, she didn't want to try and waddle around and hunt down the catgirl. They had snoozed through to lunch, but between lunch and dinner was a brief window of time when they did something. A little bookkeeping, checking to make sure Digit was alright (as hard worked as she was, Digit was happy to help; from what Taffy understood Mora's weight just meant she was spending more time with her) and so on.

 

"In here Taffy." Rachael replied, from the study as Taffy had hoped. The doorway here was already badly broken, Rachael's bulk having moved in and out enough that no amount of wood and drywall could withstand it. It was still a squeeze, a testament to how big Taffy's belly was, but she made it inside. Rachael sat at the desk, without benefit of a chair. Her ass was bigger than a beanbag, and she was making full use of it. Also, 'at' her desk was a strong way of putting it - she was positioned toward it, but her belly kept her several feet away. Typically Rachael used her breasts as a desk, the actual furniture only handy to store things away.

 

"I, I just wanted to apologize for earlier. I've been rather sensative lately, and..." Taffy blushed, shifting her weight. Rachael shifted a little, slowly, dragging her butt around so she could face Taffy. She had a dimply smile on her face.

 

"Don't worry about it bun, I get it. Besides, who could resist me?" She was half-joking, but still grasped two measely handfuls of her ample midsection. Taffy smiled. No one, that was who. Not a big beautiful kitten like you...

 

"Now, I - *uuuurp*" Rachael was interrupted by her own belly as she let out a sudden burp. All of them were getting used to that, and it wouldn't have been more than a second's interruption if that belch hadn't been accompanied by several unmistakable *pops*. The two of them looked around to try and figure out which seams had just gone, but it was a mystery. On their clothing, there were so many stitches that a few missing could easily go unnoticed.

 

"You know, it's weird, but... since we're all in this together, I really wouldn't mind getting out of this tight fabric." Rachael admitted. "If Miles wants to stare at tits, he's got his own to play with."

 

"I wouldn't mind you getting out of those clothes either..." Taffy muttered.

 

"Eh?"

 

"Oh, um, I said..." Taffy's mind raced. "Idward even more so, r-right? Aheh."

 

"Yeah." Rachael chuckled. "Who knew a guy could be so top heavy? I think he needs one of Mora's old bras."

 

"Oh, Rachael, that's horrible." Taffy snickered. "And perhaps not yet, but give it a week."

 

"Aheh, yeah..." Rachael grinned. "Mind you, it's got me thinking..."

 

"Oh?"

 

"Well, with Pierre bringing his own ingredients, we've saved some extra money this month." Rachael explained, absentmindedly rubbing her own belly. "Mora wants me to use it on some clothes, but I've got other ideas. Even with Digit, we could use some help around the farm. And around the household, let's be honest. All this work is cutting into my naptime. So I figure we should hire some help. Maybe a couple of girls that won't mind if we aren't wearing that much..."

 

"We can't have both?" Taffy asked. Rachael shook her head, chins swaying underneath.

 

"Specialty clothing is expensive, Taffy. Here, I can't make up my mind. Clothes? Or some more free time to do... oh, I don't know. Whatever comes to mind." Rachael ended with a slightly devious grin, licking her lips. Taffy looked down to where Rachael still stroked her belly, that giant expanse of quaking black fur. Some more clothes might encourage them to get out a little, perhaps get something done besides eating.... but did any of them really *want* to do anything besides eat?

 

Taffy looked down at her massive form, then back to Rachael who was still fondling her belly rolls deep in thought, belly barely contained by her baggiest shirt as it barely provided enough room for her watermelon tits. Her ass was firmly planted on the floor bulging inside her pants making them look more like a second layer of skin on the black cat. Her clothes looked ready to just fall off her at a moment’s notice, not that Taffy was faring much better with her own clothing. The giant bras, 60+ waistline pants and X5L shirts being a rather prominent testament to that, and none of them looked remotely flattering. Stroking her own belly absentmindedly Taffy looked back up to Rachael, meeting her eye to eye.

 

“As much as I like the idea of help” she began with a sheepish look “I think it’s safer to get some clothes. Don’t want Mora getting in more of a mood.”

 

Rachael nodded begrudgingly, beginning her mammoth task of picking herself up off the floor. A shake, jiggle and slosh and she was there, her ass barely maintaining distance from the table. Panting from her extensive workout Rachael waddled over to Taffy. A meaty hand quickly found itself planted firmly on Taffy’s giant spherical belly. She shot Taffy a sideways glance, eyelids a-flutter.

 

“Well, we better get something nice for our little trope then…maybe a bra for Idward…” A fit of laughter followed from the pair of them setting everything quaking and jiggling.

“Hold on,” Rachael said to Taffy “I know just the place we can go…” she said as she broke out the specialist section for the phone book.

 

Taffy turned slightly, shouting in the general direction of the rest of the house.

 

“Girls, get whatever you can to fit you on! We’re going shopping!"

 

Various cries of joy came from points around the house as her message quickly found itself relayed around the girls. Behind her Rachael was busy talking to whoever was on the phone.

 

“Hello? Is that FatCats? Hi, it’s Rachael from the Las Lindas ranch. Say, do you have any fitting slots open this afternoon…”

 

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A few calls to taxi service later, the four girls found themselves stood outside the store waiting to be let in. It’d been hard work actually finding a taxi service that could accompany the group’s massive combined weight, even in pairs. When the taxi had eventually turned up it looked more like a flatbed truck than a taxi, the base re-enforced and seats widened to give them more space in the back. For a regular person it would have been enough to seat 4 people in the back alone, but trying to fit Rachael’s giant ass, Mora’s behemoth boobs, Taffy’s spherical belly and Sarah’s overall mass into a taxi seat meant they ending up calling two taxis just to get them all there.

 

But they were at the store at least. FatCats was located just off the main market street for Gossamer, tucked away in a side street away from prying eyes. It served as the specialist store that supplies the specialist stores, a sort of clothing king for their unique brands. It was appointment only, and Rachael had got lucky and landed a free appointment slot that day. The four stood fanning themselves outside the door, waiting for the buzz to sound to let them in. They’d managed to scrape together some fitting clothes but even then it was touch-and-go for the seams, a constant snapping sound permeating the air as more and more seams gave up the ghost. Finally the buzzer sounded granting them access.

 

“Thank god for that…” Mora grumbled, clearly hating being out in the open like this. She pushed forwards on the door glad it was widened to let them all in easily. Internally it didn’t look like a great deal. Various scatterings of clothes racks lined the wall, each one holding enough fabric to create their own circus tent. A small counter sat near the back, and beyond that a sign indicated the direction of the “measuring rooms”. The group shuffled themselves into the store; hips, tits and wobbly bits making contact as they fought for space. That resolved, the door finally closed behind them; tinted windows giving them some privacy from the outside world. Taffy called out into the air.

 

“Hello? Is anyone here?”

 

“Taffy? Is that you?” A female voice replied. A head poked itself out from underneath a clothing rack. Two rounded black ears sat atop white hair and fur, the hair held down with a purple band. Below neck level sat a Pac-man shirt and a skirt covering marble legs. A pair of half-rimmed glasses sat perched her nose, providing sight for two inquisitive red eyes.

 

“Cocoa!” Taffy cried in excitement. “What are you doing here?!” Cocoa blushed slightly.

 

“I work here Taffy…you are Taffy, right?” Taffy returned the blush ten-fold, her gaze quickly diverted to the floor.

 

“Yeah…I uh…put on some weight…”

 

“Who’s this broad anyway Taffy?” Rachael asked, trying to divert the topic. Taffy looked up at Rachael.

 

“She’s a friend from my D&D group.”

 

“Huh?”

 

“D&D? Idward’s hobby?”

 

“OH. Right.” The girls replied, wobbling necks a-plenty.

 

Cocoa came up to Taffy, giving her a hug and catching her off-guard. Taffy flinched slightly in surprise.

 

“Jeez Taffy it’s been so long since you came to our group! We’ve missed you girl!”

 

She meeped slightly at the contact, more so when Cocoa’s hand found accidentally gripping a roll of fat. Cocoa pulled herself off Taffy, barely able to manoeuvre around her expansive belly. She turned to the rest of the group.

 

“And you must be Taffy’s friends. Rachael, Sarah and Mora right? She’s spoken of you before…” Cocoa broke off.

 

“Yeah, that’s us!” Sarah replied.

 

“We booked an appointment for a fitting this afternoon.” Rachael reminded her. Cocoa looked at the clock adorning the wall then back to the group of girls.

 

“Well, you’re right on time. If you want to make yourself comfortable in the measurement rooms at the back I’ll start taking your measurements. One room each if you’d be so kind. And uh…its easier if you’re in your underwear...I hope you don’t mind…”

 

Four nodding heads followed, and the group made their way to the back. The rooms were surprisingly spacious, no doubt designed with their size in mind. They each occupied a room and began to strip down to their underwear. Taffy heard a *twang* come from the other side of the room, followed by Mora crying out incredulously. Probably her pants button snapping off again. Taffy stood in her bra and panties, looking at herself in the mirror. Her giant belly rolled unrestricted from her frame, jiggling outward a good two feet from her. Massive breasts sat on top of her belly barely held up by her bra, and her hips just exploded out from her in all directions. She didn’t even want to guess how much bigger she’d gotten since Pierre had arrived on the scene…or how much bigger she’d get…

 

*knock knock*

 

Taffy blinked hard, the sound startling her out of her daydream.

 

“It’s only me Taffy, don’t panic…can I come in?” Cocoa’s voice called over the door.

 

“It’s all clear”

 

Cocoa slid the door open, standing in front of the giant bunny with a tape measure draped across her shoulder, a pencil tucked behind her ear and a notepad in one hand. And, most worryingly, a pair of scales clutched in the other.

 

“Well before we take measurements” she said as she pushed the door shut with her hip “I just want to weigh you all so I know how much fabric I’m going to need. I’ve weighed the rest of the girls, so you’re the last one.” She placed the scales down on the floor in front of the bunny. “Don’t worry” she grinned at the bunny “I’ll tell you everyone else’s after you’ve done yours…”

 

Swallowing hard, Taffy stepped on the scales. She couldn’t even see the read-out; her giant belly and tits obstructed her view much like Sarah. Cocoa glanced down, scribbling away at a notepad. A beep came from the scales.

 

“Alright, you can get off now.” Taffy quickly hauled herself off the scales. Cocoa clasped her hands together, measuring tape dangling from her arm like a whip. Taffy gulped, almost afraid to hear the results.

 

“Well…?” she asked Cocoa.

 

Cocoa replied with the numbers, leaving Taffy almost floored from shock. No way could they be that big! They were:

 

 

“You’ve got to be joking…” Taffy mouthed, her voice barely a whisper.

 

“Yup. That’s what it says here…635 lbs for Sidney taken on the 12th, 561 lbs for Fiona taken on the 12th, 618 lbs for M…Wait a minute…” Cocoa said suddenly to Taffy. She glanced down at her book, flipping the pages back and forth madly like she was trying to animate a flipbook cartoon.

 

“What date is it?” she asked, not even looking up.

 

“It’s the 15th I think.” She replied. “Is something wrong?”

 

“No no, nothing’s wrong…AH, here we go!” Cocoa cried out. She placed a finger on the book, running it across the page for confirmation. “Wrong page…hehe…Right, here we go again. Ready Taffy?” The panda asked the blubbery bunny.

 

“Uh huh…” She was nervous, but she had to know.

 

“Alright.” Cocoa coughed to clear her throat. “Rachael, on the 15th, weighed 1239 lbs…Sarah, on the 15th, weighed 1091 lbs…Mora, on the 15th, weighed 1124 lbs and you weighed in at…drum roll please…wow…” She looked up at Taffy, her face a mixture of awe and wonder “1322 lbs.”

 

The room fell silent. Taffy stood gawping at Cocoa, for the entire world looking ready to catch a cheerio. She placed her hands on top of her belly like it would lessen the shock.

 

“1322 pounds!” She blurted out. “I…how...what...but I mean...HOW!”

 

“That’s what the scale said.” Cocoa said. She whistled as she looked down at the scale again “Honestly I’m surprised you didn’t break it, even if it’s an industrial grade scale…” Cocoa slipped the pencil back behind her ear, tucking it away from view. She clapped her hands together performing a hop on the spot. “So.”

 

“…1322 pounds...” Taffy said, still in a world of awe.

 

“Let’s get your measurements done shall we? I still need to do the rest of your group measured, but I’ll do you first since I’m already here…”

 

Another twang came from behind the wall, a cry coming from Sarah this time.

 

“AHHH! MY BRA! RACHAAAAAEL!”

 

Cocoa and Taffy giggled under their breaths, the twang bringing Taffy out of her stunned stage. Cocoa approached her with the tape measure.

 

“I think I better be quick about this before the rest of you have no underwear…” Cocoa said to Taffy. She pulled the pencil back from behind her panda ear to mark notches on the tape measure. She placed the tape against Taffy’s belly ready to stretch it around her. It barely reached her arms before running out. Cocoa sighed as she began to rummage through her pockets.

 

“I think I’m gonna need more tape…”

 

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The four were measured, their measurements noted and various lengths of tape lay on the changing room desk adorned with pencil notches. Cocoa had found herself needing to tape two rolls of measuring tape together to get it around Taffy's rolling gut, and the extended tape measure had proven useful for taking in Mora’s tits and Rachael's bubble butt. She entered the figures into the computer, hummed and whistled as she waited for the results...and then they ran into another snag. The store didn’t have enough fabric in stock.

 

“But you have a tent’s worth on the racks alone!” Mora cried. She daren’t wave her arms around in anger like she usually did in case she toppled over, her tits dragging her to the floor. It wasn’t the first time it’d happened either. Cocoa raised her hands defensively.

 

“Yes, but those are pre-made clothing for ah…skinnier…customers. There’s no way I can get any of you to fit in those. We’re going to need to order in some materials to make you enough clothes. After all” She gestured at the racks themselves “You’re going to want more than one pair of clothes, as well as some underwear…” she glanced back at the changing rooms towards Sarah, who was busy trying to shove her exposed tits back into a badly-stretched courtesy bra. It wasn’t going well.

 

“Well how long are we going to have to wait” Rachael chipped in. A harsh undertone was behind her words. “Because I’ll tell you now I’m not walking around butt-naked in public.” Taffy flashed a sheepish smile, more at the “butt-naked” comment than anything else.

 

“I can get you all a pair of clothes in about two weeks’ time, and after that it’ll most likely be a new pair of clothing once a week after that depending on however many you pay for” Cocoa replied.

 

“Well whatever” Mora said as she fished her credit card out from between her giant boobs “So long as I can fit into some damn clothing properly I’m fine…” She swiped the card through the card reader and keyed in her number, paying for the measurements and the first installment of clothing clothing. The computer beeped happily.

 

“Right. Well. I’ll book an appointment for two weeks time, so I'll see you all then.” Cocoa said, grabbing the printed receipt from the machine. And with that, the deal was sealed. They were to return in two weeks and pick up their new clothing. Simple.

 

The four girls clambered back into their waiting taxis ready to be ferried home. Rachael and Taffy took up one taxi as Sarah (She'd given up on the bra, instead opting to shove them into her shirt for now) and Mora filled the other, the suspension groaning under their weight. The taxi driver soon set off for the ranch as the back wheels finally found purchase on the tarmac.

 

The two weeks passed with little update about their clothes. Rachael managed to break an even wider hole into her bedroom door until the door frame no longer existed; replaced with a Rachael-shaped gap, and now it was beginning to get too narrow for her requiring more effort and pushing to get through. She often opted to sleep downstairs for the sake of convenience and constant access to the kitchen. Not long after the measurements were done, Mora discarded her shirts all together letting her fat have free reign from the waist up, and barely anything covering the waist down save some badly stretched panties and a pair of shorts that could pass for a parachute. She'd spent what little time she wasn't asleep in the kitchen trying to eat her body weight in food; she was having some success of it as well. Sarah managed to get stuck in the one doorway that Rachael hadn’t broken yet, the gym entrance, and in the shower cubicle despite being soaked through. It had taken two hours of pulling and heaving to wedge her out of the shower. She often joined Mora in her food binges, which could last for hours, then opting to sleep it off for the rest of the day. Taffy spent most of the two weeks showing Pierre the secret to her “hearty home meals”, the secret being an entire container of pure butter and dozens of dumplings. Per serving. He’d practised the dish numerous times over the course of the two weeks, the house giving unanimous praise after their twelfth helping that weekend alone.

 

Exactly fourteen days after the measurements, Cocoa had rung them back to tell them their clothes were ready, and the girls ventured out once more after much fighting with the ever-shrinking space in the taxi. But something’s not right with the group of half-ton girls, because:

 

1.   One of them is missing. They're too fat to get out the house! (Immobility) * <--- ese culo. Dips on Rachael having to big an ass to get out of bed, so she just lies there and has Taffy feed her. Then they have hot lesbian sex because they can and because Taffy can get on top of her. bueno

 

2.   All the girls are there, but the clothes are too small to fit! (Barely mobile) *