Candy Crush - Part 11

“Fujiko! Time for breakfast!” Tamiko hollard. Tamiko didn’t hear anything. Opening the door to the bedroom, Tamiko could see Fujiko still laying in bed. “Fujiko, did you hear me? I said breakfast!” The bossy assistant raising her voice. Fujiko grunted, so Tamiko moved to the side of the bed and whipped off the covers. “Let’s move it, bubble butt.” Fujiko couldn’t stall any longer, fluttering her eyes open and rolling into a position so she could get out of bed.

Fujiko and Tamiko had finally made Mr. Sanji enough money for him to buy them their own place, plus Fujiko didn’t really mesh well with her old second story flat. This place had a bedroom on the ground floor and the doors were a bit...wider.

Stretching her arms out, she looked for Tamiko to help her up. “Are you really that lazy?” Tamiko huffed, but reached out to help Fujiko up anyways. It wasn’t that Fujiko was lazy, it was that Fujiko was fat, and Tamiko knew that. Fujiko had only continued to gain from eating excess candy everyday, and excess just about everything. Fujiko ate so much she was gaining weight almost daily. Her bottom half had gotten so big it was a struggle just getting herself out of bed. But thankfully Tamiko was there. With a big heave from the smaller girl, Fujiko was able to come up to a standing position. “Alright, finally. Time for breakfast.” Tamiko started to head back out of the bedroom. That was until she noticed something. “Fujiko, what are you doing?” Fujiko looked like she was grabbing a pair of shorts. “That is not breakfast attire. Piggies eat in their panties, remember.” Fujiko dropped the shorts and followed Tamiko to the breakfast table.

The table sported one regular chair and one double wide chair with no arm rests, I’ll let you guess who sat in which one. “Alright Fujiko, I worked hard on this breakfast, no leaving the table until you finish it all.” Fujiko didn’t hesitate and started to munch on their already prepared plate. Although Tamiko was demanding, she was also nurturing, making sure to fill Fujiko’s plate as soon as it started to get empty. She spent the rest of her time admiring her counterpart. Running her fingers through her silky hair sensually, or caressing her curves while giving her compliments.

“That’s right, eat all that bacon Fujiko, it will only make your hips that much sexier.” Tamiko cooed, rubbing a hand slowly up and down the thick girl's side. “Eat it all! I want to see that table empty and in your belly!” Tamiko outburst in pent up excitement. Fujiko just continued to eat, picking up the pace a bit to please Tamiko, but also just a natural pattern as Fujiko got in the zone.

Plate after plate disappeared, much to Tamiko’s joy. Fujiko’s belly started to get so full that her shirt started to separate from her panties, leaving a sliver of belly exposed, that sliver growing bigger and Fujiko got to the end of her meal. “Good girl Fujiko.” Tamiko said as she pulled the table away (much easier than pulling the girl away from the table).