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Step by step, the entire appartment shook as you and jason came down the stairs towards the parking lot underneath the building. You could've taken the elevators like you normally did, but you were afraid your combined weight was too much for it, the appartment being old and all. So as you came down the never ending staircase and the appartment quivered at every thud of your feet slamming against the steps, your bellies quivered also. at the final few steps, Jason loses his footing skips a couple of steps and sandwiches you to the wall. The feeling of hit fat pressing so hard against yours gave you an instant erection, which was thankfully well concealed by your chunky tights and blubbery sagging belly. "Sorry man, you ok?"
"Yeah, never been better," you reply, blushing a little.
Getting to the car was one thing. Getting into it, another. You put in one leg, then sat on the seat, and realised there was virtually no room for the other leg. Bringing back the seat to its fullest, you managed to tuck in the other leg with room to spare and close the door. Jason, however, was so large that he could only fit in one leg, the other half of his body still outside the car. You decide to try getting as close as you can to the door to enable him, as unrealistic as it may have seemed, to let him partially sit on your own bench, with one leg next to yours, and the other in front of him. When his door was finally closed, you had to team up to drive the car since his foot was over the pedals and you had the wheel.
As you were getting closer to the buffet, both your bellies started to rumble. Once parked and out of the car, you realised that the shirt that once covered your whole belly was now revealing your belly by a good couple of feet. Your shorts had gotten skin tight as opposed to being looser before. Jason's shirt rose all the way up to his super sized moobs and looked like a bra on him. It also appears as though you both grew taller. Walking towards the buffet, yo look down at the scrawny waiter, who lets you in despite the dressing code of the restaurant. A few hours pass and...
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