Comfort Food 5

This round got complicated and there are two stories to go with the image.

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The heavy steps of her equally heavy form rang loudly through the house as the tubby lioness called Lisa hurried down the stairs. As enthusiastic as she was, tape in her hand and eyes burning with determination, her body was already throwing sticks between her legs.

Every step rang through the house like thunder, initiating a cascade of wobbles, forcing her flesh to dance along her pudgy form. Her thighs shook, her rump jiggling upwards before slamming back down. Her tits bobbed, nearly smacking her in the face even with her t-shirt constraining them. Creaks went through her pants, and more so through her shirt. Her form was simply not meant for her current wardrobe.

And this process repeated itself every step. There was nothing more maddening than to face the threat of falling over from all this lazy mass wobbling about, not to mention her hips. They had become so wide that the now much narrower staircase felt confining. Of course, she still had enough space to descend, but she could feel herself scraping the edges much more than she liked thanks to the way they swung. It was practically unavoidable with how big she was now, especially her thighs, forcing her into a wide stance.

All this wobbling, thumping and creaking had put a deep blush on her face. She was just way too big now. She had to fix this somehow.

Thankfully, she soon reached the end, feeling like she passed through the gates of hell rather than descended a small flight of stairs. Had they gotten longer somehow?

Now that she was on level ground again, she noticed that her middle had stopped feeling so wobbly. Slowly reaching a hand down, she cupped the lower slope of her gut, gently rubbing along its form. The chubby thing only added insult to injury when it came to her dietary choices. She’d always paid so much attention to her shape and now this…

But no longer! She had an exercise tape she should have used way earlier. Maybe it would have prevented this from happening.

But that required walking, and walking required her to go through the same tortures as on the stairs. Her whole-body wobbling, jiggling all over the place. For a woman of her dedication to good health……

No, she’d been so motivated before, and she’s done nothing but moan ever since. With fierce determination in her eyes, she ignored the creaking of her pants when she picked up the tape and slid it in, her ass thrust out behind her. Too bad no one else was around. With how much she was losing her mind about having it, others would have lost their mind even faster looking at it. A shame really.

And it was an even greater shame that no one was able to witness her attempts at fitness, for the first exercise was already testing her patience and her clothing. Squats. One would think that with so much to squat the burn would be satisfying, but it only reminded her of her situation. It didn’t help that the woman demonstrating the moves was so disgustingly cheerful. But her motivation prevailed.

Every squat, she could feel the thick, plush flesh of her thighs squish against her calves. She was just so obnoxiously thick that her thighs kept her from going down properly, practically eliminating the possibility of a proper squat. It didn’t help that her butt was so heavy it nearly dragged her down. Not that it needed to, considering it already touched the floor on the rare occasions she managed to get down far enough. It was like she had a chair attached to her body that prevented her from going anywhere below its seat. And with so much weight on her, the squats were not only ineffective but extremely difficult to achieve. Her breaths heaved with every squat, and soon she found herself out of breath, even if she only started some minutes ago. Everything told her not to give up, but with her legs feeling as if they’d been forced to march for hours, she couldn’t help but sink into her rump. It turned out that as much as she wanted to hate it, it made a damn good seat. Comfortable too. Not to mention warm, and the pleasant feeling of being big, spreading across the floor~

The sound of straining seams ripped her out of her daydreams. There was no time for this, she still had a gut, she still had a couch for an ass, she needed to change this.

Thankfully, the next exercise came up, much to her delight. Of course, while doing all this, she hadn’t quite remembered the reason why people do these particular exercises in the first place. It probably wouldn’t hurt if that butt of hers got a little muscle to help. But that would require a dedication she wouldn’t be able to keep up for long.

Push ups didn’t seem so difficult compared to what she’d just been through. Of course, she was supposed to be doing thirty sit ups in the time she managed about three, but it still counted as proper exercise, especially with all the weight she had on her surely!

The lady on TV was already getting into it, pushing up and down like her life depended on it. Quickly, the tubby lioness tried to switch positions, but she nearly fell over when she turned on her front. Just holding herself above the ground on her feet and hands took some effort, but she just about managed it. Nevertheless, there were parts of her body that were much closer towards the floor than she would have liked.

The longer she held herself above the ground, the harder it became, and the single push up was starting to look like a much more difficult operation. But she couldn't give up now!

With a loud grunt, she slowly tried to lower herself downward. She could feel her belly hanging forward, pushing up her shirt from below. Her breasts did the same, unwilling to cooperate. Her arms were shaking, unable to hold as much weight as she was carrying. Her ass alone made this endeavour impossible, so heavy that simply preventing herself from falling on her face made her sweat and grunt in agony. They had never been this difficult before, nothing had. This was indeed, hell.

After the painful process of lowering herself down, finally, she felt something. But it was the burn like she'd hoped. Instead, it was the feeling of her warm, corpulent figure pressing against the floor, the cold floor. An 'eep' escaped her as she tried to rise up again, forcing too much onto her arms which made them give way. Falling back onto her fat, she did her best to get up again, but her fat was making it difficult. She was just so big and heavy that lifting herself up was as difficult as lowering herself down. She had gotten in the routine of it, so it didn't take as much time and effort as one would have thought, but it did remind her of her size. It was frustrating, agonizing not being able to do even the simplest exercises any more. It's as if the world wanted her to be fat. As if to underline her words, a loud cheer caused the tubby lioness to look back at the TV. The lady had already finished! She'd just about managed to fall on her fat and get back up again and in that time the lady had already done the 30 push-ups.

Releasing a sigh of frustration, Lisa tried to catch a breath and focus on the next exercise. She was exhausted but not willing to just give up. There was still one exercise left and she was going to do it no matter what. Or at least that's what she thought before she saw the exercise. As much as she dreaded it, this was probably the easiest exercise of all. Getting ready she jumped, spreading her legs and arms for the first part. The thump of her feet against the floor was loud enough to wake the neighbours, her eight making the empty glasses on the table shake like there was an earthquake happening. For the second half, she had to close her legs again with a resounding clap of her thighs, her thunderous descent echoing through the room as the glass nearly somersaulted from the force of the landing. Grimacing in discomfort, she moved the glass to the centre of the table to prevent it from falling off before returning to her exercise, but she found her enthusiasm diminishing when she watched the woman do these jumping jacks much quicker than she was. Not to mention she feared the neighbours coming by to complain about the noise. After about ten, she was absolutely thrashed. It was hard and strenuous, forcing her body to do things it frankly wasn't ready for any more. At some point, the constant wobble of her gargantuan rump, the clapping of her thighs and the weight of her body drained her of too much energy and she had to stop, panting heavily. Thankfully, the woman was done as well, so she didn't have to feel too bad about stopping. She still didn't do the amount of exercise the woman wanted her to, but she certainly felt like it.

At this point anything was welcome to distract her from this disaster of a workout, but she didn't quite expect the distraction to be so tempting. She smelled food, good food. But she was already so fat, but surely, there would be something on the healthier side for her to nibble on. But she should probably have known that things wouldn't work out that way.

She did remember that she wanted to eat with Ursa. After what happened before, it would a little more awkward perhaps, but she needed something to work with if she wanted to continue her workout...right?

Half-waddling over to the kitchen, it turned out Ursa had been a little more...'enthusiastic' when it came to cooking. The whole table was full with different foods, most of them fluffy, doughy, fatty. There was a bit of salad here and there, but It couldn't be described as any more than decoration. This was certainly not what she had in mind when she imagined healthy workout foods, but the stout Rottweiler seemed to have another definition of food, or at least the same as before.

“Lisa!” she said, seemingly excited by the arrival of her blonde friend. What Lisa didn't know was how much of a sexual torture hearing those claps and thuds from the other rooms was, but Ursa had managed with some discipline....and plenty of cooked distractions. Her arousal has caused her to overcook just a little, but if everything went well, she knew where that food would be going. She did hope it worked though. She always thought Lisa was gorgeous, but for her to have tits as big as Vicki's or maybe even Krystal's...that would be incredible. Perhaps she shouldn't be plotting these things without Lisa's knowledge, but apart from this workout craze she's talked herself into there was no reason why she shouldn't enjoy being so beautifully curvy. Her fault if she decided to fight it, but Ursa intended to change that.

“Lisa, I made you something too. How about you sit down and I give you a nice big casserole~” she teased, gently nudging the plate in Lisa's direction so that she would pay attention to it. The chubby lioness was enraptured by the smell, but her mind screamed at her for even thinking about it. She was supposed to be losing weight, not eating fatty treats. But surely, one bite wouldn't hurt would it? Of course it wouldn't!

“Are you sure about this Ursa, I've gained enough as it is....” she tried to explain, but Ursa waved her off. “Nonsense,” she lied, smiling mischievously as she presented Lisa with her food. Hearing all those sensual noises from the other room made Ursa cook her heart out, so Lisa was in for a real surprise when she tasted some of that Casserole.

And indeed, much to Ursa's delight, Lisa slowly neared the table, ogling the food like a forbidden treasure. “You're welcome to take more if you're still hungry afterwards,” Ursa teased, earning herself a nervous glare from Lisa. “I think I'll be fine with just this,” she replied, a little timid as she sat down on the chair. She was still used to sitting down as a lithe person, so her rump pressed against the back part of the chair, nearly knocking it over before she realized. A sigh of resignation escaped her lips, hiding Ursa's little squeak of delight at the sight as she tried it again, this time being more generous about the space she gave the chair. Even with the extra chair, the lower curves of her rump touched it first, spreading over the chair as a warm, soft mass. As more and more of her lowered itself onto the chair, more and more flesh began to spill over the edge, consuming the seat and part of the back as the chair creaked underneath her weight. Ursa had shown previously unknown amounts of foresight when she picked a metal one, preventing it from simply collapsing under Lisa's weight. She might not have been able to survive the sight of Lisa breaking through a chair~

A little disgruntled from the long process of sitting down and the feeling of a chair disappearing in her fat, she decided to make the most out of her food. She really had to cut down, this should be the last meal of the day, no matter how tasty it looked or smelled. She was prepared for those two things, but she wasn't quite prepared for how well it tasted. The bite looked so innocent to begin with, just a little bit of Casserole on a fork. But a soon as it entered her mouth, it exploded into a fountain of taste. Ursa had really outdone herself on this. Before she knew it, she was shovelling it into her mouth with little thought to it, only a ravenous hunger controlling her and a wide smile on Ursa's face encouraging her. This was much better than anything Ursa could have imagined. Before she knew it, Lisa had ploughed through the Casserole, and suddenly there was nothing left to eat. But the smell of dozens of other dishes still penetrated her nose, laid out so delicately in front of her. Her stomach felt tight thanks to that large casserole she'd just eaten, her pudgy stomach sitting in her lap like a brooding fat factory. “Don't worry,” Ursa said, a more than naughty smile gracing her features. “You can have anything you like from here,” she teased, giving Lisa all the encouragement she needed. Ploughing through any dishes she got her hands on, Ursa quickly brought all the dishes closer to Lisa before running to the kitchen. The way things were looking, she would have to make new ones. He still couldn't believe it, she was feeding Lisa everything her body could fit in and she was still preparing more. She was going to make the most of this day, even if it left Lisa immobile......especially if it left Lisa immobile. And Lisa was enjoying herself more than ever. Perhaps she should have put more thought into what she was doing right now, but the food was just too good to even care. It didn't matter that her stomach was stretching, taut and tight from all the food, gurgling with the massive load of food inside of food, pressing against the table and her arms as she ate, continually expanding...

It seemed like Ursa's greatest dreams were being fulfilled to the letter.

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 Lisa almost literally jumped into the workout tape’s routine with gusto. As soon as the tape started and the corny 80’s music began to play, she began moving to the music and the characters on the screen as they began to dance as well. Her enlarged frame made following the steps much harder than she expected. She struggled to keep up with the characters dancing on the tape, and the harder she tried to keep up, the more her body jiggled in response. Her chubby arms jiggled at even the slightest movement, making her upper half look like it was full of jelly. Her breasts bobbed up and down like a pair of basketballs as she did jumping jacks. Her breasts and ass cheeks were practically jumping higher than she was.  The fat lioness had no idea that she was being closely watched by a very eager onlooker.  Ursa gazed at Lisa during the whole routine, spying on her from the kitchen in the adjacent room. She could hardly take her eyes off Lisa’s delicious booty as it moved and jiggled around inside of her yoga pants! As Lisa moved around more and more, her rump began to shake loose from its purple prison, showing off her panties as her pants began to slide down her huge cheeks.  A picture of the chubby lioness flashed into Ursa’s mind. Ursa pictured herself on top of Lisa, stuffing her full of delicious dishes and watching as Lisa grew larger than ever. She imagined Lisa’s breasts blowing up to massive sizes; huge, round, and free for Ursa to massage for as long as she wanted! But then Ursa realized: if Lisa had reached her current size so quickly, just imagine how big she could get when she was stuffed full of delicious (and fattening) Italian cuisine! Ursa snapped out of her imagination and rushed back into the kitchen. If she could cook up enough fattening food for her plump friend, her dream would soon become reality! …  After what seemed like several hours, Lisa reached a good stopping point in her workout. She stopped moving, allowing her body to jiggle for a few moments to catch up with her, and she bent down to pause the tape from the VHS player, stretching her poor purple pants even more than they already were. Ursa could have gotten another great view of Lisa’s tush as it stuck straight into the air, but unfortunately, Ursa was too busy in the kitchen nearby, laying some finishing touches on yet another divine Italian dish.  Lisa’s body ached all over. She could feel how large and heavy she had become. She was very grateful for a break from the workout, but the last thing she wanted was for Ursa to poke her and grab her and embarrass her again. Before she headed back into the kitchen, she tried to pull her yoga pants back over her rump. Getting her pants to cover her gigantic bubble butt was a harder workout than anything on the video she just watched! But luckily, she was still able to cover her butt eventually, even though they creaked in protest. She tried again to cover her rubbery stomach with her tiny shirt until she stopped suddenly and sniffed the air.  What was that delicious aroma? It smelled like… like… all the best Italian ingredients—thick meat sauce, extremely fresh pasta, and nearly a dozen different kinds of perfectly-aged cheeses—all stuffed into the biggest and freshest calzone ever made! Gorging herself on any sort of fattening food would pretty much destroy any progress she made towards losing weight, but she had to find out what that smell was. She dashed into the kitchen.  As soon as she got a look at the table, her eyes grew wider than her stomach. There was the calzone she smelled earlier… surrounded by at least a dozen other extravagant Italian dishes. There was a gigantic bowl of ravioli, a pan that was overflowing with mostaccioli, and a plate filled with the cheesiest manicotti that Lisa had ever seen, and a bunch of other foods that Lisa hardly recognized (although they probably all ended with an “i”). A wave of hunger washed over the tubby lioness and her mouth began to water as she stared at all the foods as if she was being hypnotized by the countless aromas that were bombarding her senses. “Doesn’t it look awesome?” asked Ursa as she came up from behind and gave Lisa’s rump a tight squeeze. Lisa abruptly snapped out of her trance and turned to face Ursa. Lisa’s face turned as red as a tomato (and as round as one too). “Oh, uhm... Yeah this all looks delicious,” she muttered, avoiding eye contact with Ursa and the table of goodies in the process. “I’m just going to get a glass of water and get back to my workout.” The chubby lioness tried to work her way around Ursa and over to the counter without giving Ursa the chance to grab her again. The rottweiler girl just smirked in response. She watched carefully as Lisa grabbed a glass from the cabinet (squishing her belly against the counter in the process) and proceeded to quickly fill it with water from the sink. She didn’t even bother to put ice in the glass. She was clearly trying to get away from Ursa’s trap.  As if that would work.  Just before the lioness could leave with her drink, Ursa gave her a soft nudge in the gut. Ursa’s elbow sunk into Lisa’s thick side as the lioness stumbled backwards. It wasn’t a very hard nudge, but Lisa didn’t expect it! She continued to stumble backwards until she landed ungracefully on one of the chairs surrounding the table. The chair creaked in response, but it did surprisingly well at keeping the lioness’ massive butt off of the ground. “What the heck Ursa!” shouted Lisa. But before she could stand back up, Ursa had pushed in her chair and gave her breast an extra-hard squeeze. Lisa cried out in shock, giving Ursa the perfect opportunity to shove a rather large Italian sausage into Lisa’s opened mouth.  Lisa groaned for a moment, but soon she began to chew the sausage and let the sauce drown her taste buds in flavor. It was so delicious, Lisa moaned softly between chews. The whole sausage was gone in a few bites, but there was no need to be upset about it. There was a whole army of Italian foods waiting for Lisa on the table in front of her. She couldn’t resist any longer. Moments later, the lioness grabbed the nearest plate and began gorging herself on the contents, while a certain rottweiler watched in anticipation.  Ursa’s plan was working perfectly! Getting Lisa to get over her willpower wasn’t too hard, and now here she was, eating away at every delicious dish that Ursa had deviously designed for her. Before long the fattening foods began to have an obvious effect of the lioness’ waistline. Her hips widened as her thighs thickened, filling in the rest of the space between her legs, and spilling over the edge of the chair she was sitting in, which was quickly becoming too small for her growing ass. Her belly pushed out farther and began to fill in the limited space between the table and the chair. Soon her belly squished against the side of the table, and although it may have been causing a little bit of discomfort, but she hardly paid any attention to it. The Italian food was so good that she could hardly focus on anything else!  Plate after plate was cleaned as Lisa continued her ravenous rampage, expanding more with every dish. As soon as she noticed how satisfied Lisa was with eating everything in front of her, Ursa moved behind Lisa and planted herself on top of the lioness’ gigantic pillow of an ass. Now that Lisa was preoccupied, Ursa could have her beautiful booty all to herself. She groped and pampered Lisa’s ample ass even after the chair underneath Lisa finally surrendered to her ballooning weight. Ursa could not think of a lovelier feeling… Lisa kept growing and growing, slowly giving Ursa even more to love. More and more of Lisa’s jiggling rump grew right into Ursa’s hands. She was as aroused as she could be as she let her small hands sink into Lisa’s golden butt.  Suddenly, everything stopped. “Uhm… a little help, Ursa?” Lisa said quietly.  Ursa snapped out of her trance and noticed that Lisa was trying to reach more dishes on the table. At this point, everything within the range of Lisa’s fattened arms had been eaten, and everything else was clear on the other side of the table. The lioness was chubby before, but she was much larger now. Her belly was so large that it forced her to recline; she could hardly lean forward to even reach the edge of the table. Her hips were almost wider than she was tall, and her butt had completely covered any trace of the broken chair underneath her. If Lisa got any heavier, she would probably grind the poor chair into a pile of sawdust.  Lisa had come so far… it was too good to stop now.  Ursa took matters into her own hands. Lisa watched intently as the rottweiler moved the dishes closer to herself and climbed on top of Lisa’s voluptuous belly. Ursa began to take dishes off the table and generously offer every bit of the food to Lisa, who eagerly accepted everything she was given. Ursa snuck a few morsels here and there, but still, most of the delicious food still made it into the lioness’ ravenous maw.  Now, with the help of her new loyal feeder, Lisa was gaining faster than ever, and her outfit was not prepared for it. Her pants shredded into little bits of purple fabric as her hips and butt expanded to an impossible size, and her belly grew even thicker to accommodate. Her belly button became almost non-existent as it was covered by countless rolls of golden-brown flab. Her cheeks filled with fat, nearly distorting her eyes, and her arms thickened as if they were being pumped with gallons of jelly.  Lisa’s already-massive breasts blew up to gigantic sizes in moments. By some miracle, her white shirt still managed to hold her breasts, although it began to act more like a skimpy bra rather than an actual shirt. Soon it began to feel a little damp…  Ursa could hardly contain her arousal as she got a close-up view of Lisa’s breasts expanding. She moaned in satisfaction as she could feel Lisa’s belly getting even bigger, thus making Ursa’s “seat” even higher off the floor. …  Finally, all the food was gone. What seemed like hundreds of dishes sat in the sink and on the counter of the kitchen while Ursa the feeder was nestled on top of her feedee Lisa, who sat on the couch in the other room, breathing heavily and pleasurably. Ursa had gotten a little chubbier thanks to the few morsels she had taken, but her growth was nothing compared to Lisa’s. The lioness had doubled in size since she started the weight loss video. All her clothes had been destroyed or removed by now; even her purple yoga pants, which were at least elastic, were nothing more than a pile of purple scraps on the floor. Only Lisa’s white shirt remained.  Then, Ursa realized how damp her friend’s shirt was becoming. “Aw, looks like someone’s leaking a little~” cooed Ursa. “Here, I can help~” She gave Lisa’s breast a playful pinch and began to pull her tiny shirt up. Lisa was too full and bloated; she was helpless as Ursa managed to tear off her shirt. Ursa held Lisa’s breast with both hands before she planted her lips onto Lisa’s swollen nipple and began to suckle on it, relieving the lioness of some of her extra milk. Ursa’s face became a deep red as she began to guzzle Lisa’s milk. Lisa moaned softly as Ursa drank. Her moaning became louder as Ursa’s drinks became more frequent.  The milk was delicious, even better than the Italian dishes that Ursa had made. However, similar to the Italian foods, this milk was very fattening.  Ursa began to fatten up as she drank the milk in larger volumes. Before long her own butt began to stretch the confines of her pants and her own breasts began to blow up, revealing quite a bit of cleavage in her already-miniature shirt. Her cheeks puffed up as they filled up first with milk and then with fat, and her arms grew rounder and puffier as well. She only continued to grow as she moved on to Lisa’s second breast, her body becoming even fuller and even rounder, but still not nearly as big as her gigantic feedee. Both girls were in a constant state of pleasure; Ursa was practically stuck on top of Lisa’s luxurious and milk-heavy breasts and Lisa got the overwhelming pleasure of watching her pudgy friend blow up right in front of her eyes, feasting on her own extremely caloric milk.