But he hoped not, because he was starting to become a fan of this ‘new’ Chloe, however fleeting this mood would be. Well, since the curse would reverse any moment now…Chloe dug in, delving her entire face into the sugared sheen like a starving pig in summertime. Once we started getting comfortable I started cooking meals for the two of us, it was here the pieces began to fall into place - dare I say this began the framework for her crushing of frames. A colossal, all-encompassing orb of a gut stood in her way, skin was all she saw, no matter how much she tried to peek over.

Liz and Christina are gonna overpower emily with gluttony desires by saying their command words at the same time in one sentence directed towards emily, but only when the two of them say it at the same time. She was going to kill her or slap her or try and explain things to Mom and Dad and get them both in a mental hospital and-“Hey, Chloe. Steam radiated from the surface as the lid peeled open, offering her delectable scents of salt, garlic and basil.But you just wanna be a fatass…"Chloe snatched the last remaining slice from her sister's hand, leaving the kitchen and her fat sister behind. They've amassed a terrifying army and it's only a matter of time before the werewolves and vampires clash in what promises to be a bloody encounter. Zoe was so used to 70lbs of thigh meat chafing together that she failed to realise how much freedom her new legs gave her. This was partly true, considering the 1 3⁄4 pizzas currently residing in the bottomless pit of her gut.

Her paltry meal cleared her head some, and allowed her to notice the scraps of clothing left on her bloated form - the adventuring uniform that had served who through thick and thin apparently couldn't handle a wearer who was rather thick and not thin, seams had burst in various places, her belt vanished into the wind, and she was flirting with the line of indecency as the crumbs of ale-soaked bread rolled into her gaping maw. That was, until, a large crack of lightning sparked through the sky upon the cuckoo’s tune of midnight.

It took a bit of muster, but Chloe eventually dragged the two containers out to the main carpet floor, plopping her butt down facing them for some much-needed rest. What didn't find its way to her meat grinder mouth smeared itself wildly in any supplemental direction; whether it was her face, hair, chest, or flying all the way to the floor. She was less argumentative, plain showering him with compliments and looked at him with a love he’d never seen out of her before.