[19:23] *[user]Svitlana[/user] yawned into her palm, fumbling for the yellow, blob-shaped cycloptic cartoon character keychain in her pocket. It squeaked when she pulled it loose, fishing for the apartment key. Home sweet home, she thought, as she swung the door open. Followed by the immediate thought of "What's that smell?" She narrowed her eyes as she stepped in, the overwhelming, chaotic odor of grease, meat, cheese, and potatoes filling the air. It was like walking right by a fast-food chain. It hung on the air. She looked down at her foot when she heard a crinkle under her step- a discarded burger wrapper. "Jeri?" She called out, walking into the living room, to be greeted by the enormous woman, sitting in the dip in the couch her nine-foot frame had worn out. The apartment was a sea of bags, a sea of wrappers, the tables occupied by drink-cups, the floors occupied by rolled-shut bags of burgers, fries, chicken, fried pastry desserts.

Svitlana paused, finding an empty space to put her purse, before flatly asking- "What the fuck."
[19:27] *[user]Jerilyn[/user] gives Svitlana the cheeriest of waves with her cheeks currently puffed out with all sorts of masticated BURG. She holds up a finger, then swallows, then scarfs down a few more bites and swallows again, pat-pats her stomach, which has the slightest of swells to it, and proudly beams to her friend. "So I entered this fast-food contest awhile ago and they said free fastfood for life. But they didn't stipulate how much. There was this whole dance thing I had to do and I had to jump through literal burning hoops and it was this whole thing but. Mmph -Uuurp-. Look at this paradise of burgers and fries and chicken nugs. I'm queen of the world." Jerilyn relaxes back against that sofa which uh, probably creaks uncomfortably with her weight, then dusts some wrappers outta the way for Svitlana.

The whole apartment is a mess of the stuff. She's only left Jerilyn alone for an afternoon hasn't she? Sheesh. Behind the couch and stacked up are a whole bunch of other fast-food bags filled with who-knows-what. There's also an entire grouping of shakes on the kitchen table. Jerilyn's done herself the service of sticking them all into an ice-bath to keep them cold, too. And there she goes, belchin' again. "You want some?" she asks, waving a half-eaten burger at Svit. Omh. "Technically I'm not supposed to share but who's gonna find out?"
[19:35] *[user]Svitlana[/user] bent over, the fabric of her tight jeans creaking around thick legs as she plucked up a bag. Paper crinkled as she unrolled the top and plucked out a bacon-loaded burger, taking a large bite. After a quick swallow, she moved to the couch, clearing a pile of discarded wrappers to sit down by the larger woman. "So, I'm guessing you gave their kitchen-staff like three hernias each." She remarked idly, reaching over to prod the small swell in Jerilyn's middle. "What's stopping you from bankrupting the saps?"
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[19:40] *[user]Jerilyn[/user] shrugs her shoulders. "Nothing, probably." Jerilyn unwraps a burger and slides the whole fucking thing into her mouth, then tilts her head back, closes her eyes, and gives it a long, languid swallow. A thick lump struggles down her neck before being crushed to bits behind her collarbone. "Uurp." Jeri rolls up her shirt a bit and grins. "But hey, I won the contest fair and square. And if they wanna take the contest winnings away from me, I've got a pretty hawkish lawyer with some pretty good opinions on how to best manipulate the US Justice system. Urp. It's Vanai. You know. white hair. Red eyes. Fat tits." Should Jeri really be talking? Tsk. She's already grabbing for some fries and crunchin' them down, too. And just to be rude to her poor roommate, she ropes an arm around Svit and hugs her to her side. "Hold on a sec. Put your hand on my stomach. Check this out." Jeri hastily unwraps a few more burgers and just starts cramming them into her mouth until her cheeks are stuffed, and then like the bottomless pit she is, she squeezes them all down at once, brow pinched together. The result is an indulgent slosh of her stomach as they squeeze into the mass of grease and meat between her hips. Her stomach swells out just enough for Svitlana's hand -- if she even puts it on that stomach, to raise up about an inch or so before everything shifts, sloshes again, and her stomach packs in tighter again. "Uuurp. 'scuseme."
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[19:43] *[user]Svitlana[/user] took the bait- when Jerilyn pulled her in, she just settled her head against the side of the larger womans chest, resting her palm atop the slight paunch. "Fatter n'yours?" She asked dryly, as her hand bobbed with the gluttonous swell of Jerilyn's stomach. "Just don't eat the employees, at least- they're people. Greasy, greasy people." Svitlana let out a small yawn, eyelids fluttering. The dark bags under her eyes were even more pronounced than normal. "Felt like getting soft again? Been a while since you were a big, mint marshmallow." She remarked, the hand moving down the side of Jerilyn's domed stomach to pinch the soft flesh above her hip
[19:47] *[user]Jerilyn[/user] huffs. "Ouch!" she pouts. "I've been thinking about it. But I dunno if I could pull you off of my chubby self. And you'd probably be like, 'whatever. I don't care about your dumb lard ass,' and then I'd catch you lookin. I'd catch you lookin." Jerliyn clap-claps a hand to this protruding stomach and continues munchin' those fries of hers. She's an incredibly warm gal today though. Maybe not the best for the heat, but unlike all of the fastfood around her, she smells like freshly cleaned laundry and just the slightest hint of apple-scented bodywash. Gotta stay nice and clean. Well. Maybe not her face but hey she's dabbing ketchup and stuff off give her a break. Licking her lips and her canines, sighing out, kneading her stomach. That kind of stuff. Brassy, muffled blorbs and glorbs sound out from a stomach that is not designed to deal with this much grease, despite Jeri's insistence towards cramming as many burgs in her face as possible, and she presses her BOOB to Svitlana's face rudely -- though incidentally -- as she turns around to grab another bag of food from behind that sofa to dig into, returning with chicken-nuggets hanging halfway out of her mouth. Crunch crunch. Gulp. Glrp.
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[19:56] *[user]Svitlana[/user] let out a soft grunt as her perception of the outside world became [b]tit[/b]. She waited it out- Jerilyn pulling away to return to gorging on chicken. "You know-" She mumbled, rubbing her cheek where most of the weight had been. "I look no matter what. You're just doing this because you're weird." She pushed her hand against Jerilyn's side, worming it behind her to wrap a one-armed hug around the girl. "S'cool. I don't judge. Even when you ramble about weird shit like eating the whole world or putting your boyfriends down your dick. What are friends for, if we don't listen to weird shit, nod, and go, yeah cool?" Svitlana asked, watching another inhumanly distended lump slide down Jerilyn's neck
[19:59] [user]Jerilyn[/user]:  /me grins. "Okay but the next time I come home and start waving cardboard tube around in front of my crotch, obviously drunk as balls, and start dropping sour-patch kids down it. Could you, you know. Maybe not film it?" Burp. She slurps some crumbs from her lips and sighs out a fast-food fog that parts at her canines and rises up as a couple of plumes. She hiccups momentarily, and then raises a finger, presses her hand to her mouth, and turns to the side. Before she can grab a bag, though, she BLEAGHS up what appears to be a headset. One that you might see someone at a fast-food place wearing, though this one is caked and glossy with all sorts of food mush, and half digested. "Goddamn it."
[20:02] *[user]Svitlana[/user] shook her head. "No promises. Holding the stupidest shit over your head forever is the other part of what a friend is for." She said, giving Jerilyn's side a quick squeeze that set off muffled, distant glunking within her gut. At the sight of the thrown-up headset, she let out a sigh. "Jeri, babe- you holding it in? Don't tell me you're sucking in your gut again." She prodded her fingertip around the marshmallow-soft dome of the monster-womans belly. "How many, this time?"
[20:08] *[user]Jerilyn[/user] looks back at her tail and shakes it. Slosh slosh. Slosh slosh. "They said they wouldn't honor the deal, so I said if they weren't going to make me my free food, they were gonna BE my free food." She grins sheepishly. "I cleared out two franchise locations before the third finally got the message. U-um. Y-you know." Jerilyn relaxes her stomach finally with a sigh, and it swells out considerably more into a fat, pudgy potbelly. "Boorp. Listen. Don't judge me. Or if you do, just know that I only did what I had to to ensure that these jerks were gonna give me what I won. Hmph. Besides, who's gonna miss pizza-face jenkins and the gab twins anyways?" Wow, Jeri. Kind of cruel of you. "Hurp."
[20:15] *[user]Svitlana[/user] stuck out her tongue. "How quickly empathy vanishes for your common man when you got the munchies." She retorted, swatting her palm down upon the suddenly much more impressive collection of swollen innards and dense fat sticking from Jerilyn's frame. "Remind me to never let you smoke the ganja? Ever?" She pointed to the window. "I like that view- and if I wake up one day, a half-burnt joint on the floor and my view outside that window being the inside of your stomach? We're gonna have words."
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[20:18] *[user]Jerilyn[/user] gives Svit a cruel grin. "Have I ever done such a terrible thing to you?" she tsks, smooching a fat kiss to Svitlana's cheek. Her stomach almost seems to turn over, and Jerilyn's tail trembles as an enormous sloshing glorp sounds off from it. "Hh~" She gives the turgid, pudgy thing a couple more slaps, watching it jiggle, then greedily goes for more burgers and more fries. Seems like whenever she feels those lovely pains of being stuffed too full, she's just encouraged to gobble even more down. And soon enough, she's gulping burgers down without even chewing them, leaving them in the wrappers and letting them burst in the back of her throat as she swallows, the juices splashing the back of her tongue. Is that really the best way to taste something? Who knows.
[20:23] *[user]Svitlana[/user] paused for a few moments, staring at Jerilyn. "...At least a dozen times?" She asked, narrowing her eyes, before returning the kiss to Jerilyn's cheek. She leaned back, staring at the tail as it made odd noises. "You got guts in that thing too, now?" She asked, reaching back to squeeze part of its doughy length
[20:26] *[user]Jerilyn[/user] looks off to the side. "I don't really know when it happened, but yeah. As it turns out, I've got a second and third stomach in my tail." She shake-shakes it. "Probably why it's so friggin' fat. I can literally just keep pushing food in there until it looks like I haven't eaten anything at all. Or until both of those stomachs are filled up. It's kinda weird feeling someone squirm around in my tail, though? So I tend to you know. Try to keep them up front if I can. It's kind of embarrassing. It's like my body is developing more stomach space in different areas of my body just because it knows how much I like to eat. I'm starting to think I'm less a genie and more some weird monster. But hey. Monster is cool, too. Just as long as my body doesn't try to put stomach in my boobs. I don't think I could handle that." Jerilyn relaxes back a bit, yawnin' her jaws open wide and shaking fries into them while clap-clapping the shifting mass astride her thighs. Glurb.
[20:30] *[user]Svitlana[/user] pushed her hand in, feeling first the yield of thick fat, then the liquid shift of the organ beneath, its chyme bubbling and glurping at the pressure of her touch. "Thought you kept most of your stomach outside anyway- somewhere else? Or is it-" She frowned, looking back to Jerilyn's immense foregut with obvious curiosity, prodding its side to coax louder noise from it. "I dunno how your space-warping shit works, honestly."
[20:36] *[user]Jerilyn[/user] 's stomach, when antagonized by Svitlana -- whose fingers practically sink into the pudgy flesh -- produces a bloop noise that's going to make a lot of marine biologists shit themselves. "I don't either!" Jerilyn admits. "I do know though, that there's so much food in me right now that if there wasn't something damming it up from the laws of physics, I'd be in a crater in the basement right now," she admits, splaying a hand out against the massive gourd. "It feels so good, though~ All these churns and bubbles. I can feel it all." She curls her toes and almost seems to romanticize the whole feeding frenzy momentarily before she relaxes a bit and resumes eating. "I keep on eating. And it keeps on getting backed away, deeper and deeper." She presses her cheek to her palm and her elbow to the arm of the couch and looks down at Svitlana. "I could eat the whole city, you know. I mean, I don't think I could before someone [b]shot[/b] me, but if nobody was stopping me. Crunch crunch crunch. But eh. Burgs are fine, too." She gives her stomach another swat and listens to it slosh and jiggle. Bloop. Glurp. "My body truly is a mystery."
[20:46] *[user]Svitlana[/user] watched Jerilyn's stomach bob and swell, each time it sank back with a digestive clench only to spring back forth an inch deeper, an inch wider as the stomach worked away at an impossible contents. Svitlana looked up to Jerilyn's face, a wry smile on her face after the odd Janni mused about  her own capacity. "Bet you twenty bucks you couldn't." She said, lowering the hand around Jerilyn's back to pinch at her rear
[20:52] *[user]Jerilyn[/user] raises an eyebrow. "I could buy a pretty big pizza with twenty bucks, you know," she says. She clap-claps a hand to her hip. "You sure you wanna make that bet? Because this entire city's gonna become a part of my cute body if you're serious," she hums. She's already dreaming about it. Svitlana can tell. Of course she might just be having a food high. Jeri can't really eat -all- that stuff could she? Tsk. "What if I get so into it that I can never feel satisfied chowing on pizza on a saturday night, huh? What if I get so into it that I can't stop myself?" Jerilyn seems more excited than frightened by the prospect and to this, she eagerly bottoms out another bag of food right into her mouth and starts chompin' and gulpin' like the greedy thing she is.
[20:57] *[user]Svitlana[/user] stuck her tongue out. "Sometimes you just need a motivator, right? I'm just helping you be your best, softest self." She retorted, swatting her hand down upon Jerilyn's thick, soft thigh. "Twenty bucks works, right?" She let out a small huff. "Fuck it- I don't care. Double or nothing for the world." She slumped back against the backrest of the couch, staring up at the ceiling
[21:03] *[user]Jerilyn[/user] looks over at Svitlana and blink-blinks. "Y... what." The janni fidgets about this for a moment or two. "You realize that if I gobbled up the world uh, you and I'd be the only two things left for... Y-." Jerilyn thinks about that. "Can I even- You know that was a joke but..." Despite mumbling and fiddling around about all of this, the prospect, again, seems more exciting than impossible to her. Her tail scoops up some of those bags and tosses them into Jeri's lap, and almost automatically, she starts shredding into them, just sort of gobbling and gulping down those bags whole now. She seems to be lost in thought, but the eating is more and more encouraging. The growls and the pains and satisfactions of being so tremendously stuffed. Her belly bottoms out and quivers at all of the sudden additional entries, swells with every successive swallow, then tightens back up, clamping down. Eventually, she seems to have lost the ability to speak, and Svitlana's left to watch Jerilyn's truly terrifying appetite take hold again. Her eyes are glazed over, her tongue is curling around far too much food. Every chomp, bite, and swallow is more effortless than the last, and a lurid symphony of profuse, boisterous, and wet sounds fills the air. Worse yet, while grabbing for more things to eat, she snags that headset she just regurgitated and crunches it to pieces before sending it down, too. Then, she stands herself up, presses a hand to her jiggling gut to keep it from making her stumble, and walks over to her shakes and starts gluggin' them all down. Nothin' seems to be stopping her, and soon, Svit gets a lovely sight of Jerilyn's fat gut pushing against the kitchen island more and more, buckling around the lip of it until it's overtaken one of the corners. Jerilyn gets this sort of delirious smile on her face, and when her stomach growls again, the floorboards quake. "I'll r-really do it. You b-better -ulp- Uuuurp. Y-you better gimme that forty bucks when I do it.
[21:22] *[user]Svitlana[/user] got to watch as her encouragement set Jerilyn off. The flush, the fidget, the stammer- and of course, the mad descent into a gluttonous frenzy, her jaws catching and tugging. Svitlana adored it- how just words could get the Janni boiling.  Svitlana knew, somewhere, that Jerilyn wasn't taking it as a joke. Svitlana half-was. There was a lackadaisical enjoyment she got- disconnecting herself from the reality of the situation. The  idea of Jerilyn taking the entire blue marble and making it...her. The same way she was doing to every bag, every burger, every cup in the room, breaking down plastic and swallowing empty bags and cups. "Easier to clean up...." she mumbled, watching the blimped Janni jostle, slosh, and sway around from pile of food to pile of food. When Jerilyn, fat from her bounty, turned back to face Svitlana, giving her the ultimatum- all Svitlana could do in response was to pull out her wallet, pry the leather open, and pull out two wrinkled twenty dollar bills. "Try me."