Lebreau's Big Girls 3

There was a certain word that was best capable of properly defining both Lightning/Claire Farron and Oerba Yun Fang now. It would be 'colossal'. Although, 'mountainous' or 'monumental' would also have fit the role of describing the two incredibly obese women. Lebreau's plan had been working far better than expected so far; the amount of food in one day poured into each of the two fatties' bellies was more than enough to feed a family of three for four days. They had steadily grown bigger and bigger, like balloons being pumped full to the brim with air.

Serah no longer tried to argue for Lightning's sake, and simply accepted the fact that her sister was now fat. In fact, she even provided Lebreau with some of her knowledge of what kind of recipes that her sister enjoyed best. There were also times where she would visit and work together with the older woman to conjure up a grand feast. Vanille was a great aid in the kitchen as well, but mostly she wanted to hang around and play with Fang's rolls. Nevertheless, Lebreau was greatly appreciative of all of the help she received.

At this point, Fang weighed somewhere in the vicinity of 671 pounds, the result of her ever-insatiable gluttony. She was an enormous, gassy shadow of her former self. Confined to the couch almost 24/7 by her own girth, Fang had become a mighty, tanned ball of flab and fat. Her face was so puffy and bulging that it hardly resembled that of the same woman from half a year ago. Her jowls were low and hanging, her triple-chin drooped over her fat neck, and her cheeks were the size of melons. Tiny smudges of lipstick were evident all over her many chins and around her lips, courtesy of Lebreau.

Fang's arms were encased within marshmallow-shaped pillows of her own flesh, that made it incredibly difficult to move her arms much further than a few inches from side to side. Not that she was willing to waste her valuable energy with such useless body motions; she needed the energy to move her jaw to chew up food. Either that, or to walk over to her bed, which took quite a while. Her hands, as well as her fingers, were puffy and swollen. Due to her immense size, her arms and head looked like they were melting into her body. Her fat had an annoying tendency to cling, after all.

Her breasts were unable to keep as much of their perkiness now, and they had begun to sag. However, it was thanks to Fang's youth alone that they didn't sag nearly as much as they should have for someone so overweight. Incredibly globular and fluffy, Fang's breasts were a favorite plaything of both Lebreau and Vanille. There were times where Fang herself played with them too. She was still in some awe that her body had gotten so big, or that she now had the biggest bust out of any woman in town. They were far beyond a P-cup, that was for sure.

The most intimidating part of Fang's fattened frame was her stomach. It was a grand structure that consisted of three fatty rolls, with the first roll being smallest and the third roll being the largest and encompassing the majority of her stomach. It spread out in all directions like a soft, fleshy blanket that covered her entire lap. It quivered and jiggled with a life of its own whenever Fang let out a burp or a fart. The skin on this part of her body was particularly malleable; it was something that Vanille loved to take advantage of. There was hardly ever a time where this mighty gut of Fang's wasn't being filled with food, but even then, it was never truly stuffed. Her abdomen alone was bigger than Fang herself had been when she was thinner.

"Hey, Fang, do you want any more chocolate smoothies? We're making another dozen glasses right now for Light," Vanille called over to her fat friend, poking her head out from the kitchen doorway. Fang thought about it for a moment, but she only needed a moment. Her stomach rumbled loudly as if wanting to answer first.

"Sure, why not? I need something to wash down all that turkey you cooked up for lunch...buuuuuurp..." Fang replied with a nod. Her voice had gotten slightly deeper due to the accumulation of fat around her neck recently. Empty wrappers and dirty dishes were strewn all over the floor and at her feet. It was only 2 p.m., and Fang had been eating all day, but she wasn't ready to stop just yet.

Fang glanced off to the right, where Lightning was reclining on the other couch. "Hey, Lightning,"

"...Yeah?"

"Do you ever think that Lebreau and the other girls are trying to fatten us up on purpose?"

"Nah. There's no way they would ever do anything like that; they're just being nice, that's all. They're all good people."

"Damn..."

"What?"

"You've become even more laid-back than me!"

"S-So what?"

Lightning, despite her earlier hesitation about overeating and all of the pride she possessed, was even fatter than Fang now! She currently stood (or rather, sat) at 699 pounds. It wouldn't be long before she reached the 700-pound mark, and she was bound to reach far beyond that number before the day was through. Lightning had grown quite a nice set of breasts as well as a voluminous gut worth fawning over, and her face and arms were even pudgier than Fang's. However, the brunt of her weight gain had gone straight to her butt and thighs.

The constant gorging and lack of exercise has caused Lightning's legs to become almost perfectly spherical, and attempts at active movement would cause them to jiggle and shake, glistening with sweat like dumplings dipped in gravy. The bumps and bulges along the pale skin of her thighs gave them a vague resemblance to the walls of cliffs, full of uneven edges and parts that jut outward. They were incredibly soft too, of course. One of Lebreau's favorite things to do was to massage Lightning's feet and eventually move her greedy hands up along the fat woman's bulky legs.

Lightning's ass was her largest asset, and it was an ass that Lebreau loved to squeeze just as much as the pink-haired woman's legs. Her ass was a pair of squishy mini-meteors crammed together, with its own orbit surrounded by the gas left behind from the many farts that came rolling out. Not even the stretchiest of sweatpants could contain Lightning's massive lower half; she had to go with wearing just her underwear below the waist. Each bloated sphere was riddled with dimples from top to bottom. They would slowly shift up and down in a rhythmic fashion whenever she waddled around. It astonished Lebreau every time she thought about how all of that fat was stored inside of Lightning's luscious booty. It was the greatest thing to behold on Lightning's soon-to-be-700-pound body, in Lebreau's eyes.

Lebreau smiled with a sense of pride as she watched Lightning and Fang hungrily slurp down smoothie after smoothie of rich, chocolate goodness. Everything she did in life was so fixated on making her two lovers fatter, that it was now the only way she could feel good about herself as well. It was strange, and it wasn't healthy for any of them, but Lebreau didn't care. She looked back into the kitchen, where Vanille and Serah were chatting up a storm while baking cookies.

As of late, the two younger women had begun to feel the effects of having so much food around all of the time. Vanille was becoming more pear-shaped in her figure, whereas Serah had probably bounced up a cup size already. It was only a matter of time before they became real, bonafide plumpers.

Lebreau turned her attention now over to the hallway mirror on her right. She, too, had been putting on weight recently. Her belly pooched out over her belt, her rump was like jello had been injected into it, and her breasts were just about ready to pop out of her too-small bra. She must have weighed in the early 200s now. Lebreau's lips spread apart to allow another smile to form on her rounder face. She felt more sexy than she ever did in her entire life.

'We're all getting so big now...'

At that instant, she felt like something clicked inside of her mind. She shouldn't be standing around, wasting time like this. She had to hurry and cook more food. More, more, more. None of them could ever risk going hungry ever again.

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"...It seems you've been enjoying yourself for a while, queen Mazeene."

"Ha ha, what can I say? I just love fattening these people up! I'm going to make sure they all become sexy little porkers!"

"I must say that it's amazing how you can feel no guilt at all for manipulating one woman's mind into making her believe that she wanted to make her two lovers become incredibly obese. And not only that, but drag their friends and relatives into it too. It's exceptionally cruel of you. Not that I'm surprised that you would do that, but I am still mildly shocked."

"Oh, shut up, Ryanda, and let me have my fun! We're always making women get fat for our own amusement, right? What's wrong with doing it NOW, all of the sudden? You weren't even here back when we held that competition using women from other universes; that was way worse than this. So, Bug off."

"I don't take back anything I have said. I know it to be the truth."

"...It's a good thing you're actually useful as my personal adviser, otherwise I would have crushed you to death with my butt long ago."

"That is a rather entertaining idea, but still I am glad to be of service to you, oh, queen of giant asses and moral ambiguity."

"I said bug off!"

"I should take the time to remind you that you are far too fat to even stand up, my dear queen; I can stay right where I am and there isn't anything you can do about it. Not even your powerful magic is able to slip past my barriers."

"Hmph..."

"Of course, if you really do not care in the slightest, you may continue to fatten them up to your heart's content, my queen."

"Oh, yeah, I almost forgot! I need to get the fat to spread faster, quicker!"

'It's just too easy to tease her...it's adorable...'