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"No no you've got it all wrong, you're supposed to be slouching more."

"L-look these chairs barely hold my size as is, if I slouch I'm sure they'll break..."

"Are you STILL trying to proper? Give up on it, there's nothing "proper" about being morbidly obese."

"At least one of us is still trying to keep a modicum of decency."

Twin sluggish slowly churning bellies hung across chunky thighs as a grandiose feast was being had, grand in the size rather than grand in the food, after all cheapie fast food wasn't exactly classy but was great for buying in bulk. Whilst places that served the hot and greasy goods had risen greatly in Glitch City the past few months, for many going back to the well of their favourite places was the easiest way to go about, comfort in the familiar.

"You know Dana was right, this place really does chicken like no other."

"Mmppff...shumfhing bhout tuh skhin...tashtes reel gud..."

"Ahhhh, now you're finally getting it! Little messiness like that is what's considered endearing."

"lishtun...ulp, listen just because you dated one girl who was kinda into that thing doesn't make it a universal matter."

For anyone even remotely in the know, Betty was always doing her best to try and give Deal an extra edge in the dating scene, even when he wasn't exactly looking for such advice. Even now, as obesity rates were on the rise and pretty much everyone was falling victim to gains, Betty had switched up her words of wisdom to compensate for the weightier population...along with their own weightier figures.

One of the first things Betty insisted, much to Deal's chagrin, was exposed skin. As of right now, both of them were letting their tubby overfed bellies hang freely from their clothes, pale skin bulging out from a much too small sweater and lilim casing sagging easily past a woefully illfitting waistcoat. Though much harder to see, their lower bodies benefited from the skin exposure too, Betty's tights stretched to the point where pockets of thigh flab oozed freely out for the world to see, whilst Deal's pants were perpetually unbutton and unzipped, nigh impossible to wear properly without causing great discomfort to his fat.

"Well if you're gonna complain about your mess, you might as well let me get that sauce off your cheek."

"B-Betty don't push into me again we've both eaten so much..."

There was no stopping a gal on a mission, Betty heaving her lardy self off her multiple chairs with a lumbering waddle, already her belly brushing off Deal's notably larger gut, leaning in to push herself closer to his face. Breasts met with moobs, though one might not be able to tell the difference given their body types, Deal's flabby chest pushing against his waistcoat highly similar to Betty's saggy bosom packed away in her sweater, brushing into one another as gravity forced them to touch.

"Oooghh....*bwaourp*...the chicken doesn't like this..."

"Stop whining chunk o' scrap, I'm only gonna b-*URRP*...b-be a moment."

Gelatinous asscheeks wiggled around as Betty was doing her best with the hammy arms she now possessed, rolly lumps of flesh pretty stubby in comparison to her blobbish figure as she tried to wipe off the residue from Deal's porky cheek. If Betty could be proud of one thing, it's that her 600+ pound frame boasted one of Glitch City's most bulbous behinds, wide enough to get jammed in the largest doorway and lardy enough to constitute as a mattress for each cheek. Whilst Deal was no slouch in the ass department, his reinforced pants barely able to keep those swollen thigh hams confined with his butt easily engulfing four chairs under his bulk, put them side to side and you'd swear that a single asscheek of Betty's could outmatch Deal's entire ass.

"I-I think you're just rubbing more grease on my face."

"Fuck, I gotta lick my fingers."

Suckling away on sausages that made up her hand, Betty's chunked uo cheeks bounced around, both in the front and in the back as her face was made up of some extremely volatile face fat that made any kind of eating a show for her lard to bounce freely, whilst on the other hand Deal's many stacked up chins, currently three meaty rolls with a fourth in development, would turn into a symphony of slapping folds being as noisy as possible, even worse when an eating session would lead to them getting greasy or with a trail of saliva.

"Oookay there you go, all clean now. Happy?"

"Yes, now stop crushing my stomach and sit back do-mmphh!!"

With a cheeky grin halfway between playful and evil, Betty took the liberty of stuffing the thickest piece of chicken into Deal's open maw in mid sentence, his already hefty face visibly bulging as she watched him slooooowly chew his way through it, Betty actually thankful her porky hand had grabbed at a piece that wasn't a leg or anything with any bones in it, though given Deal's powerful Lilim jaw he'd probably be able to crunch through bones if he wanted to...

"Mmmpfffhhh....."

"Oh no you don't, gulp that shit down lard-im"

A soft layer of greasy spittle coated Deal's already messy lips, gulping down slowly and drawn out as he shamelessly belched out directly into Betty's face, satisfyingly stepping back as both her and Deal's bellies jiggled no longer smooshing into one another. Proceeding to flop back onto her seating, the sound of creaking metal heard as an ass that could constitute as four pre-fatass Betty's spread it's lard over the seating, whilst a defeated Deal who had lost the will to keep decent belched a few more times, bringing his plumpy metallic fingers to his gut, or as best as he could reach with those patheticlly swollen arms, rubbing away leaving grease stains in all directions as all he wanted to do was soothe his artificial belly, even Lilims weren't immune to stomachaches with so much unhealthy crap churning in his storage unit.

"*BWOURRP*....I really feel like a slob now....I hope you're happy."

"I am actually, this is the kind of thing girls will love to see in you, so carefree like this!"

"Fine fine, just please don't feed me so overbearingly like that, I thought we agreed on light feeding only?"

"Oh that was before you became a total hampile, now I'm gonna stuff you up without mercy."

"Let me guess, your ex did that to you too?"

"Yep, but all that is going to be nothing compared to what I have in store for YOU"

Deal gulped in worry as Betty's bloated facial features did nothing to soften how devious her smirk was. All he could do was softly let his hammy hands rub over his gelatinous middle, left to wonder why he had to get caught up so badly in Glitch City's ongoing obesity epidemic...