Rotund Layla

Hazel waddled her way back to the group's table after loaded yet another plate full of steak, fried fish, and fried sandwich cookies. She was starting to slow down, not in her eating but in her walking speed. Her round and distended belly hung down past her waist and jiggled slightly with every step she took, the movement even more pronounced since her one knee length dress now beginning to fit like a t-shirt. It was all a little surreal to her, looking down at the plate full of food she carried, probably her sixth or seventh full meal of the night, and the not so subtle bounce of her belly. Even her breasts, small compared to her companions were fattening up and causing the problem of her dress to get worse. A little self-conscious, she used her free hand to pull the side of her skirt down past her butt... or at least past her increasingly obviously showing panties. 

"This is gonna be so hard to work off..." she thought to herself as she returned to the table. The gap between the back of the booth and the table was so tiny that she was suddenly intimidated. She had been standing the entire time and hadn't really got a sense of how much she had gained. "Uh oh... looks like a tight squeeze," she mumbled, setting her food down on the table and then carefully leaning down. Her entire view was now focused on her belly, making the cat-raccoon hybrid blush when she sat her increasingly plush ass down on the booth chairs. 

"Alright, I'm not to fat too sit down at least!" Her confident thought process was undercut by the table's edges pressing into the side of her round flab, pushing it to the side while the fat globe slightly molded around the top and the bottom, engulfing it. Trying to turn around made the entire table move and her dress ride up even more so she halted the process and groaned. "Maybe I should... do something else for a bit."

Hazel gazed across Cafe Super Deluxe's banquet hall. From the looks of it, lots of other people looked to be exactly in the same state as her. Bursting out of clothes, bellies, breasts, and butts rounding out as they gorged themselves on the infinite, heavily caloric, and delicious buffet food. In the corner of the room though Hazel spotted Layla, the severely fattened shark girl standing excitedly in front of a DJ stand that was being set up. Hazel was surprised that anyone would be eager to dance at a party like this but, faced with her difficulty of just sitting down, she decided she would go over and talk to Layla for a bit.

She waddled over to the dance floor, spotting Sapphire stuffing her face into the vat of mashed potatoes at the buffet, getting all over her face and leaving flecks of potato on her positively swollen tits. Hazel blushed. She might have been having fun but not that much fun yet. "How can people enjoy getting so fat so quickly... and acting like animals?" she thought. "Clearwater people are weird..."

Layla saw Hazel approaching and waved, her already plumped up gut wobbling back and forth with the movement. Hazel had to try not to stare once she saw it. "Heya, Hazel!" Layla said. "How are you enjoying Bottomless Buffet?"

Hazel was at a loss of what to say seeing the formerly toned, tall, and curvy shark look as round as she did. Had it really been only a few hours? "It's, uh... interesting to say the least," she eventually said, not being able to meet Layla's eyes. "The food is good, but... oh my gosh, everyone's so fat!" she exclaimed, pointing around. "And it happened so fast, including with me! How are we going to recover from this? It's... it's just..."

"Crazy?" Layla said with a chuckle, not phased one bit by Hazel's disbelief. "Maybe a little, but it is a lot of fun just to let loose and pig out." She glanced over to the DJ table. "Me? I like to dance when I look like a big pink whale. See how long it takes before my clothes give out."

Hazel blinked. "Give out...?"

"I usually like to be the first one totally naked," Layla said with pride, posing with her hands on her hips. Her dress was in an ever more sorry state, the fabric tearing a bit and revealing even more of her already modestly sized jugs with added girth from her bulging fat. Hazel could even see spots where her pantyhose were about to break, the dark color of the hose getting lighter around the top of the shark's watermelon sized thighs. "What do you say, Hazel?" she asked, the shark holding out a hand. "Wanna dance with me? See who can bust out first?"

Hazel stood still for a second, thinking to herself. Seeing her friends eat and eat, getting fat and ruining their clothes was strange but she didn't deny that it was all kind of fun. It was unconventional but ultimately they were still have a girls night out and they were still getting to know each other better. Looking at Layla's inviting hand and not her extremely strained dress made Hazel smile. She reached out and grabbed the shark's black fluffy hand. "Sure, Layla. I'll dance with you."

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An excerpt for a larger series coming in the future staring the Roommates gang getting stuffed and fat at a buffet! Here's Layla sporting a black dress and a belly much rounder than usual~