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Willa Becomes Anna - Parts 4-6
By Kerrynation

(For prior installment(s) of this story click here)

PART FOUR

The Studio Cantina was in a converted hangar bay that had been used to house planes during the WWII era. It’s stark décor had been updated over the years, though today it buzzed with life as the accumulated press and studio personnel had gathered. They were there to witness the svelte Willa Ford’s first big binge challenge in her attempt to gain a hundred and five pounds in order to play Anna Nicole Smith without a fatsuit.

Willa, now dressed in a pink tubetop and cutoff shorts, was seated at one end of a very long table that could comfortably seat at least a dozen people. As the photographers and reporters took their positions and began snapping away, Willa’s friend and agent Jennie Walker stepped in front of the table and began to speak.

“Ladies and gentlemen, right now I present to you Willa Ford’s Buffet Buster Challenge! This challenge consists of a seven-course breakfast, with each course consisting of two full plates each. The menu will include a course of pancakes, a course of waffles, a course of hashbrowns, a course of eggs, a course of bacon, a course of French Toast, and a half pound Éclair for dessert!”

There were many whispers of awe amongst the paparazzi gathered in the cantina. Many were debating whether or not Willa could actually do this or not. Willa herself, seated at the head of the table, had lost a bit of her cocky grin as she considered the feat about to be put before her.

Jennie threw her friend a wink, and then said, “And without further ado, let the Challenge begin!”

As Jennie said this, the double doors of the Cantina swung open and several chefs began pushing overloaded carts of food to the table, setting them in front of Willa. She sat back and let all six chefs pile their wares atop the now groaning table, before picking up her knife and fork, and digging in. She started with a short stack of five pancakes and syrup, which slid down in record time. Then, after a few swallows of milk (full fat, naturally), she tucked into a plate of four waffles which had been smothered in strawberries.

Willa marveled to herself at how free she felt in eating such a massive meal, and not having to worry about the after effects. Belching slightly, Willa reached for a heavy plate of hashbrowns, and demolished it almost as fast as she had downed the first plate of pancakes.

Chugging down another glass of milk, Willa grabbed a plate of waffles, a plate of bacon, a plate of eggs, and a plate of pancakes, and combined them to make three huge breakfast “sandwiches.”

With a devilish grin at the press, appropriate captured by the camras, Willa grabbed one of her creations and took a huge bite out of it.

“MMMM! This is—mrrrph---delicious, Jennie!” Willa said around a mouthful of breakfast.

Jennie’s own belly let out a grumble at the sight and smell of so much delicious food. “I know, Wills. I actually kind of wish I could join you, but this stuff all has to go into that growing little belly of yours. Speaking of which, why don’t you give yourself some room to expand, and unbutton those shorts, hun?”

Willa looked down past her boobs to see her belly pushing out against the button of her shorts. She had finished the waffle and pancake courses, and now all that battered goodness was beginning to expand in her belly, taking up precious space she would need in order to finish the rest of her meal.

Willa soldiered through the rest of her first freakish sandwich, popping the last bite in her mouth and leaning back in her chair, suddenly feeling very full. She still had two of her “sandwiches,” a plate of hashbrowns, a plate of bacon and a plate of eggs left, in addition to the half pound éclair, which sat hunkered down under its domed silver lid at the middle of the table.

Photogs began snapping pictures of the slumped starlet, and someone yelled out “Is it over? Is she done? Has the buffet beaten Willa Ford?”

Willa let out a sigh, and her shoulders slumped.

Jennie Walker, however, would not let this be the end. She knew Willa had made a rookie binging mistake in taking on the breads and battered portions first. But she also knew that such an obstacle could be overcome.

Thinking quickly, she called out to one of the chefs, “Bring me a full carafe of orange juice, now!”

As the chef ran off to get the requested item from the kitchen, Willa let out a forced, dry-sounding burp and began to pick at the second sandwich she had made. Two bites went down before the chef returned with the juice that Jennie had asked for. As Willa went in for a third big bite, Jennie stepped up and stopped her friend’s hand halfway through.

“Here, Wills….trust me, drink this whole thing, and you’ll feel much better and be able to breeze through the rest of this,” Jennie said, handing Willa the full carafe of orange juice.

Willa shot her friend a questioning look, and asked, “What are you doing, Jen? This is only going to fill me up more! I don’t have the belly room for this. I feel like I’m at capacity right now. Oooooh…..and those hashbrowns are extra greasy, which is kinda making me queasy.”

This last statement was punctuated by another dry burp, and Willa putting both hands on either side of her taut belly.

“Nonsense, Wills. Here, bottoms up!” Jen said, placing the carafe at Willa’s lips and tipping it back.

"And unbutton those shorts!"

The results were almost instantaneous. With each gulp and swallow, Willa’s little tummy rounded out more, and more, and more, until the button of the shorts (deliberately bought two sizes small by Jenny) released of it own accord. Will looked like she was four moths pregnant, as her newly freed belly expanded another inch or two outwards. With a gasp, Willa dropped the empty carafe, and sat back in her chair, her belly gurgling and sloshing.

“Oh…man, Jenny, I am so full right now. What did you --- guuuurrrrrgle --- just do? You just cost me the challenge---BUUURP!”

Willa groaned.

Jenny smiled and said, “Not quite Willa, in fact, I just saved your ass, as well as maybe helping to add a few inches to it. See, the acid in the orange juice will help to dissolve the bread in your belly, thus actually giving you more room to cram some more food in there in a few minutes. Just sit back and take it a bite at a time … you’ve got this. You can DO it!”

Encouraged by her friend, Willa reached out and grabbed the last remaining plates of hashbrowns, bacon, and eggs, and added those to her already gigantic sandwiches. The press and other studio employees cheered as Willa picked up the knife and fork, and dove into the rest of her two monstrous sandwiches, while her belly gurgled, snapped and popped with the sounds of the orange juice at work.

Finishing the second sandwich, perspiration beginning to dot her brow, Willa reached for the third and final sandwich. Just the sight of the eggs and fat-dripping bacon caused her stomach to heave, and for one desperate moment, she actually did want to vomit. Ohhh, it would feel so good to have all that food come up. Sweet relief!

Then, the thought of Virgie Arthur, and her plus-sized model, waiting in the wings for a still-skinny Willa to fail entered her mind, and her resolve returned. Willa began to cut huge bites out of the third sandwich, mowing through it like a woman possessed, even though every bite that went down stretched her almost full to capacity tummy painfully.

As the last bite of the sandwich went down and her fork scraped the plate, Willa leaned back in relief, and the press cheered. Now, all that was left was the half pound, crème-filled éclair, and then Willa could pass out in her trailer and let her massive meal digest, and turn all that food into precious calories, and the calories into fat.

Willa eyed the éclair uncertainly, one hand on her stuffed gut, which was roiling and gurgling trying its hardest to digest the huge quantity of food inside it. The thought of losing the role of a lifetime fresh in her mind, Willa motioned for the éclair to be brought to her. A chef appeared and clearing a space in front of Willa, placed the éclair with a flourish in front of the bloated pop star.

Willa hefted the enormous pastry, and brought it tentatively to her trembling, syrup-stained lips, and took a bite. The creamy coolness of the éclair, coupled with the chocolate frosting, was a welcome relief from the greasy bacon and hashbrowns, and Willa savored the sensation, with a photographer catching a picture of her blissful expression.

Slowly, very, very slowly, the éclair disappeared into Willa Ford, until all that remained was the tail end of it, which fell from Willa’s trembling fingers and landed on the plate with a wet smack. Leaning back and clutching at her rock hard, globular belly, Willa shook her head “no” and pushed the plate away from her, a sick expression on her pretty face. She really would vomit if she tried to force down that last huge bite of chocolate, dough and crème. She just couldn’t do it.

Jennie, sensing her friend was so close to victory, yet so near to defeat, decided enough was enough. Willa had eaten more than three girls her size this morning, and Jennie Walker wasn't going to let Willa be called a failure on account of one damned little piece of éclair. Striding over to the table, Jennie grabbed the bite of éclair in one hand, and as she turned back to the press, she said, “This little bite of dough is all that stands between Willa Ford, and victory here this morning. She’s almost tapped out, but if you guys give her some encouragement, I’m sure she can do it. Come on! WIL-LA! WIL-LA! WIL-LA!”

As Willa reached for the éclair bite in Jennie’s hand, the press caught on and began their own chant of “WIL-LA!” and as Willa crammed the bite into her mouth, and began chewing, they erupted into cheers and applause.

Willa forcefully swallowed the éclair and sagged in her seat, as much as her rock hard and domed out gut would let her. She had done it! Flashbulbs went off, Jennie came up and raised Willa’s arm in victory, and the event was over.

Struggling to stand up, and ill from her binge, Willa posed for a set of pictures from the front and from the side for the media, before, leaning on Jennie for support and cradling her overstuffed and aching belly she trudged out to the car waiting to take her back to her trailer for a much deserved nap.
 

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PART FIVE

[Author's Note:This is actually just a little bit of plot development before Part Six kicks things into high gear for our soon to be pudgy heroine.]

Upon throwing open the door to her trailer, Willa, one arm around Jennie for support and groggy from her massive meal, gasped in shock. The inside of her trailer was absolutely LOADED with every kind of junk food and high-calorie snack you could imagine. The tables were covered with Ring-Dings, Ho-Hos, Twinkies, and a variety of Little Debbie snack cakes. The cupboards, which stood open as if for inspection, were overflowing with boxes of Hostess cupcakes and Krispy Kreme doughnuts. Three huge jars of weight gain powder stood by the kitchen sink, and standing by the fridge, beaming, was Sam Franks.

“S-Sam?” Willa stammered, looking blearily up at him.

Leading her to the couch, Jennie fired off a more pointed question. “Where the hell have you been, Sam? You left to get that bovine hormone like two days ago. So what happened? Where is the hormone, and where the hell did all this come from?”

Sam Franks just kept smiling as he joined the ladies in the living area of the trailer. “Well, darling,” he started, “It’s a helluva story. See, I had just made it to my buddy’s place in Oregon, when all of a sudden, the damned feds descended on the place like a swarm of horseflies! Seems my old friend hadn’t been paying his taxes, and he got busted for it. The farm and all its contents were seized by the FBI. They even hauled me in for questioning!”

Sam paused to take a breath, and take a drink of the beer in his hand.
“ Well, next thing you know, I’m in deep hock, and I need someone to bail me out. No one here was answering their phone, so long story short, I made a few calls to some other friends of mine that work at Hostess and Little Debbie, and told 'em what Willa here was up to, and they agreed to not only spring me from the hoosegow, but they threw in all this food, for free! All Willa has to do is have her picture taken while she’s chowing down on it!” Sam beamed. “Speaking of which,” he said, appraising Willa’s bloated belly for the first time, “Looks like you haven’t been wasting any time. What are you weighing in at now?”

This question brought a panicked look to Jennie’s face. “Oh shit! The Post-Challenge weigh-in! I almost forgot!” Jennie reached over and shook the sleepy Willa roughly. “Wake up, Wills. You’ve got one more thing to do, then you can rest. Okay?”

In response, Willa let out a jarring belch, a groan, and cradled her firm belly. “Don’t wanna, Jenn. Too full. Gonna puke if I even TRY to sit up. Ooooooh. Just leave me here. Please?”

Jennie was having none of it. “Oh no. We promised these fine media people a weigh-in. Now get your soon-to-be-fat ass up and stagger out there and get weighed, missy!” Jenny barked.

It took both Sam and Jenny to pull the begrudging starlet to her feet, and lead her out of the trailer, and into the blinding glare of flashbulbs and the midday sun. Willa, her tank-top pushed up and her pants unbuttoned by the sheer roundness of her tummy, was in a much less playful mood this time around, as she trudged over to the waiting scale. Jenny stepped out of the trailer, and was handed a microphone by one of the reporters.

“Ladies and Gentlemen of the media, we now give you Willa Ford’s post-breakfast binge weigh-in! If you’ll remember, our soon-to-be fat actress weighed in at a scrawny 125 pounds this morning. What will her weight be now that she’s busted the buffet? Willa, step on up here and let’s find out!”

Willa stepped up onto the scale, which scrolled up to 190 and then back down to 115, up to 140 and then back down to 125, before finally stopping on 135 pounds. Willa was internally aghast. Ten pounds with one meal? Of course, a lot of that weight was undigested food, and would be gone once the meal did digest. But still, it was somewhat disconcerting that she could have put on so much weight with one huge meal.

Nonetheless, Willa managed to force a smile, and even posed with a Hostess crème pie that Sam handed to her as Jennie announced, “Willa now weighs a more impressive, and fuller figured one hundred and thirty five pounds! Congrats Willa! Now ladies and gents, Willa is going to retire to her trailer for a well deserved rest, and we will see you all next time! Thank you for coming!”

Later, in the trailer, as Willa slept off her breakfast, Sam and Jennie had time alone to talk. “So without the bovine hormone, how are we gonna get her boobs to grow to the size that Anna’s were?” Sam asked.

Jennie had also been thinking about this, and had a few ideas. ‘Well, I guess we could put her on birth control pills, and give her testosterone shots, you know, to kick her estrogen into overdrive, and make her body think that not only is it pregnant, but that it’s got to produce more estrogen, giving her a natural boost to her bust. That, and fill her with as much ice cream and whole milk as we can cram down her. The hormones in milk these days are making women bustier and bustier. That SHOULD do the trick, don’t you think?” Jennie asked.

Sam nodded in agreement. “So what’s the next big belly-buster challenge for her?” he asked.

Jennie shook her head, glancing over at the rise and fall of Willa’s bloated belly. “I’m only putting her through that once a week. The next one I’m planning will be next Friday at Coney Island, New York. Willa will face off in a hotdog eating contest with Sonya “The Black Widow” Thomas. Should be a good time. You should come with us, Sam.”

Sam grinned and took a good look over at Willa’s slumbering form. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world, Jennie.”
 

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WILLA BECOMES ANNA, PART SIX

(Author's note: I hope this makes up slightly for the lack of belly/food action in part 5. I'm going for a longer, more detailed sort of story, so I do apologize if it seems at times that nothing good is happening. There will be some chapters of this story that are pure "plot development" and not so much fanservice.

Thanks for understanding and enjoy!)


Willa Ford leaned back in her chair and opened another package of Ho-Hos and popped one in her mouth. She savored the texture and feel of the chocolate melting and the sticky sweetness of the treat. She reached for the glass of whole milk on the table next to her, and took a long, long draught off of it, leaving sticky chocolate fingerprints on the glass. She sighed to herself. Another easy day of lounging around and stuffing her face with whatever she wanted.

Willa was beginning to get used to the idea of living like this. She would get up in the morning, have a hearty lumberjack’s breakfast consisting of six eggs, five pancakes, eight pieces of bacon, two sausages, and three pieces of toast, all washed down by two glasses of whole milk. Along with the milk would go her daily pills that Sam and Jennie had told her would help her gain weight fast. Then it was off to the studio pool to sun herself until she was fetched away by the kitchen staff for lunch.

Willa was usually still too stuffed from breakfast to eat a whole lot at lunch, so lunch was pretty much the start of what would be continual snacking on potato chips, cookies, cream pies, and snack cakes until dinner time. This she shared every day with Jennie and Sam.

Dinner was another high calorie affair, usually consisting of a meat dish, a bread dish, a pasta dish, and a potato dish, with a heaping serving of veggies on the side. After dinner, Willa took two different pills, had another glass of whole milk, and chased that with a full pint of ice cream before shuffling off to bed.

This was Thursday afternoon, and as Willa finished the last package of Chocodiles in the box next to her, she gave another contented sigh. Feeling a bit of tightness in her jean shorts and t-shirt, Willa decided to have a look at herself in the mirror to see what three days of hard eating and snacking had done to her figure. She shuffled over to trailer’s bathroom and threw on the light, illuminating the room, and then stepped into the bathroom and in front of the full length mirror.

Willa didn’t immediately notice a change in her figure, until she bent to remove her panties, and then she noticed a slight roll forming at her waist. She shucked off her top, and as she did so, she noticed that her boobs were a little more sensitive than usual.

“Must be getting close to that time of the month,” she thought to herself. As she straightened back up, she appraised her nude form.

She was definitely a little softer all over, and her belly button had deepened a little….but overall, there really wasn’t much of a change. Her tummy was quite round and full from the day’s gorging thus far, but she knew that once all that food digested, her tummy would be back to it’s usual flat state.

Overall, Willa thought, all that had changed thus far was her body tone. All of her rigid muscles had begun to soften, although you could still see them under the thin layer of fat she had put on. Her ass, though a little rounder than normal, hadn’t yet begun to really soak up the calories she was consuming, although Willa thought her panties were covering less of it than normal.

“Not a bad start,” she thought to herself. “Not bad at all.”

She cupped her boobs in her hands, and noted that they did seem a little fuller than usual. As she ran her hands over them, her nipples stiffened and became erect, sending a little chill of pleasure down her spine.

Willa had a fleeting thought of masturbating right there in the bathroom, with the door wide open, but decided against it, not wanting to burn any precious calories. Shivering with anticipation, Willa put her robe on over her nude form as she exited the bathroom. There was a scale in there, but she didn’t want to know her weight until after the contest tomorrow.

Willa grinned to herself as she thought about the coming contest. She was certain she wouldn’t beat Sonya Thomas….of course she wouldn’t. Thomas was a professional eater, used to consuming such VAST amounts of food that it would probably kill a normal person to attempt to eat that much. But Willa Ford was determined to at least make a good accounting of herself, even if she knew she couldn’t win.

"The true purpose of this contest isn't for me to win," Willa thought to herself. "No, it's for me to consume as many calories as she could on someone else’s dime….namely, in this case, Nathan’s Famous Hot Dogs."

The wiener maker would get tons of free press, and Willa would get as many hotdogs in her blossoming belly as she possibly could, and those calorie laden hotdogs would turn into precious fat, thus putting her several pounds closer to her goal of getting fat enough to play Anna Nicole Smith at her heaviest, without a fatsuit.

"It's a fair trade, after all", thought the gaining actress, as she plopped her butt down on the couch and started in on a box of eclairs.

Jenn and Sam found Willa in that same spot, sound asleep when they arrived for dinner three hours later. The former singer-turned actress had chocolate stains around her mouth and an empty éclair box rested on her swollen middle. Jen nudged Sam and pointed to Willa’s belly, and Sam gave her a conspiratorial thumbs up.

The two had become quite friendly with each other, and had taken to sharing dinnertime with Willa, though not sharing Willa’s dinner itself, whose precious calorie load was Willa’s alone. Jenn also used this time to slip an extra dose of weight gain powder into Willa’s floats and shakes, while Sam distracted Willa with small talk and idle gossip.

As the two watched for a moment, Willa’s belly rose and fell in time with her breathing, and they admired how full and round it was from her day of snacking.

“She keeps this kind of eating up,” Sam said, “and it won’t even take her ten weeks to crack 200 pounds!”

Jenn was in agreement. “Yeah, I mean, look at her belly. I know that’s all food right now, but if she keeps packing it away like this, and we keep feeding her like we have been, there’s no way we’ll need the entire six months.”

Sam nodded his head in agreement. “Think about this too, Jenn,” he said. “If she keeps eating at this rate for the ENTIRE six months, how big will she end up being? I know the goal weight is 225, but man, she’ll be much bigger than that if she keeps gorging like this every day for the next five months; why, she might even break 300 pounds, Jenn!”

Jenn appraised Willa’s snoozing form anew. Could Willa possibly end up that much bigger than Jenn herself was? Jenn currently weighed in at a stacked 208 pounds (Willa wasn’t the only one whose weight was increasing due to this plan, Jenn realized) but she knew there was a ring of truth to what Sam was saying.

If their little bloated starlet continued to stuff herself in this kind of a way for the next five months straight, she would end up huge….much, much bigger than it was ever intended she get."But of course," Jenn thought, "that is a problem for another time."

Right now, there were Chefs outside the door, and they had to wake Willa up. Jenn reached out and nudged Willa’s shoulder, which brought a muffled grunt from the slumbering beauty.

“Don’t want anymore doughnuts right now…M’too full!” Willa groaned groggily.

Jenn nudged her harder, and Willa sat up, fully awake. This action caused her robe to fall open, exposing her bare breasts to her guests.

Never a shy one, Willa didn’t react to her sudden exposure in the least, stretching out luxuriously, and yawning.

“Dinner time already?” she asked. “I could’ve sworn that I just finished lunch an hour ago. I’m still kinda full and all…”

Willa rubbed her belly for emphasis.

Sam laughed gently as the first trays were brought in, and Jenn reached down and pulled Willa’s robe closed.

“You’re not going to skip any meals with us around, sweetie,” Sam said. “In fact, if you have any trouble putting on the pounds, we’re authorized by the Studio to not only DOUBLE your meal size, but force-feed you weight gain shakes around the clock, too. Now come on, your dinner’s getting cold.”

Willa got up and shuffled over to the table that was being laden with her heavy dinner meal. There was a full pound of fettucini alfredo, a quarter of a roast turkey, a loaf of garlic bread, a huge bowl of potatoes au gratin, and a plate piled high with carrots. Added to this was half a German Chocolate cake, and a huge root beer float for the dessert course. It was a meal fit for the hardiest of lumberjacks, but Willa Ford waded into it with gusto, her stomach having been stretched by her breakfast feast of a few days ago.

Seeing her dive in, cramming a huge chunk of bread and a loaded bite of potatoes into her mouth, Jenn decided to egg her on a little. “Come on, Willa, is that all you’ve got? Sonya Thomas would be done with that turkey by now. She’d have finished the turkey and been diving into the potatoes by now!”

This taunting had the desired effect, as Willa masticated her way through the turkey, devouring most of the bird before emitting a muffled belch, and chugging down half of the glass of milk in front of her.

Willa hadn’t been lying about being full from her afternoon snacking, but no way was she going to let Jenn sit here and talk smack about her. Polishing off the turkey with a slight hiccup, Willa threw some trash talk back at Jenn.

“Yeah, *HICCUP* Sonya Thomas thinks she’s so big and bad, but we’ll see whose belly is bigger after the contest tomorrow….and I KNOW who’s going to be physically bigger after five more months!” Willa cried, digging into the pasta.

“I am so gonna kick her ass tomorrow,” Willa said around a mouthful of noodles. “Well, I may not actually beat her, but by the *BUUURP*……by the end of the contest, she won’t be feeling so chipper, I can guarantee that!”

Willa was really mowing through the pasta and the bread, and as she paused in her eating and drained the rest of her milk, Sam took the opportunity to throw some advice to Willa.

“Willa, hun,” Sam said, motioning for Jenn to get up and get more milk (along with the special additive for the shake, which Jenn took to the kitchen area with her) “You really should be careful about drinking too much liquid. It just uses up valuable food space in your belly. You want to maximize your capacity.”

Willa set the empty pasta bowl down with a loud THUNK and reached for the potato bowl, one hand on her ever-distending gut.

“You know, Sam, I don’t think it’s exactly my capacity that’s the problem, here,” Willa said. “I think it’s my mental state. I start to get a little full, and end up giving up mentally before my body is ready to throw in the towel. I think THAT’s my biggest roadblock as far as binging or gorging goes.”

Jenn returned with the milk, and the float just in time to hear this last part.

“You know we won’t be able to be on stage with you, right Willa?” Jenn asked. This caused Willa to drop the half empty potato bowl, and lean back in her chair, giving her loaded belly a chance to both expand with it’s contents, which it easily did, unencumbered as it was, thanks to Willa’s nude state, and rest a little.

“Say WHAT?” Willa demanded.

“It’s true,” Sam added. “In accordance with official IFOCE regs, only you and Sonya are allowed to be onstage. Everyone else has to sit in the audience as spectators. I’m sorry, babe. I thought you knew?”

Willa pushed her plate away, and stood up, her open robe displaying her jiggling boobs as Willa threw her napkin down on the still half full bowl of potatoes. As she stood, her expanded tummy bumped into the table, causing Willa to grimace and clutch it, stepping back a little in the process, making her breasts and belly bounce and eliciting another grunt from her.

After all she had consumed, Willa had a nice round potbelly going for her, with no hint of droop or sag. Willa’s belly stood out proudly from her nude body, arching over her pubic area, and casting a slight shadow down there as she rubbed circles on it with one hand , while using the other to point accusingly at her two friends.

“When were the two of you going to let me in on this little secret?” Willa demanded.

Jenn stepped towards her, and tried to guide Willa back to the table, but the bloating beauty would have none of it, and shrugged her off.

“Honestly Willa, we thought you already knew about that, or we would have told you. And it’s no big deal, really. We’ll still be able to give you moral support from the crowd!”

Willa stood at the table, arms now crossed atop her full belly, and beneath her sensitive bare boobs, whose nipples now stood at attention. “Not a big deal? Jenn, who is going to rub my belly when it gets too full and tight? Sam, who is going to whisper motivations into my ear when I lag behind? You guys are my team, blast it! I NEED you there next to me every step of the way!”

Sam made a placating gesture to Willa with his hands, stepping toward her, and trying to guide her back into her seat. “Willa, listen, I’m sure it will be all right. You’re overreacting, is all. It’s not even a legit competition that you’re in, after all!”

This was the wrong thing to say, as Willa’s eyes narrowed to slits in anger. “Not a legit competition? Screw YOU, Sam, because it’s legit to me! But if that’s how you really feel about it, then fine. I QUIT! I quit the eating contest, the weight gain, and the whole blasted movie!”

And with that, Willa stormed into the bathroom, her stuffed belly, and enlarged chest bouncing rigidly with every step, locking herself inside.

Jenn and Sam stood next to the table, too stunned to speak for a moment. Then, Jenn was the first to speak.

“Well, that’s the hormones for you,” she joked.

Sam was too nervous to laugh, however. “I think she means it Jenn. I think it’s over.”
 

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