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Comfort food Pt2
Story in description (rewritten by vaporeon3735):
“Mmm… good, but could use some more garlic and salt” said Lisa, having tasted the thick, creamy mixture from the simmering pot on the stove. She grabbed a couple cloves of garlic and proceeded to remove their skins and mince them into a paste. After that, she sprinkled the paste with sea salt and scraped it off into the pot. A minute or so went by and Lisa took another sip,
“Yum! Much better!” she said, as she helped herself to another spoonful and then another and another.
The curse (Which, unbeknownst to Lisa, had been affecting nearly all of her friends) started to take effect and a little layer of soft pudge began to grow and spread across her figure with every slurp of the creamy Alfredo sauce.
The strings of her apron came undone from the increasing width of her hips and slight curve of her belly. Her small tee began to ride up her stomach and breasts, leaving the small of her back and lower navel exposed.
Lisa stopped for a moment and realized she had already consumed a third of the sauce.
“Oh my goodness, I think I got a little carried away,” she said, giggling to herself, “Better turn the burner off and put a lid on it for now,”
However, her stomach continued to grumble, so Lisa reached into the oven and pulled out a tray of cookies she had made earlier for everyone to snack on.
“Mmmmm…. double peanut butter, chocolate chunk cookies are the best!” She said to herself, and then began to scarf down the entire tray of the high calorie cookies. As Lisa’s backside began to swell to an even greater size, her jeans began to creak and stretch apart at the seams. Soft flesh quickly filled the garments, her legs as tightly packed as a pair of sausages. Her butt took the brunt of her gain, continuing to grow even after it had begun to bulge over her waistband. Her clothes were reaching their breaking point, but before Lisa had taken notice (or worse), she heard a loud knocking at the door.
“Knock knock! You home Lisa?” said Ursa, a rottweiler who had just arrived with some extra supplies for that night’s dinner.
“Oh hey Ursa! Come on in, I’m in the kitchen!” Replied Lisa as she downed another cookie. Still not having noticed the fact that the two massive orbs behind her were half exposed from her much to small jeans, or the fact that her belly was completely covering the barely-surviving button on said clothing article, Lisa turned and went across the room to get something out of her pantry, with a light skip in her step. Her movement sent small ripples throughout her now much softer body, as she stopped to lean into the closet for a can.
A slam came from her living room, and the heavy footsteps of Lisa’s friend grew louder as she approached the kitchen. Finding what she needed, Lisa shut the pantry door and walked into the kitchen doorway, not realizing how close her hips came to the door frame as she stood to greet Ursa.
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