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Then, suddenly, Echo paused.

A faint spark flickered at her neck. The sleek, white necklace she’d been wearing lately, purely as an accessory she insisted, let out a high pitched whine before stuttering and dying with a faint pop and a puff of sparks and smoke. Echo’s eyes widened just in time for the device to split down the middle with a metallic snap, the halves flying off her neck and clattering to the floor.

Like a rubber band released from tension, Echo’s form instantly ballooned outward, the once concealed mass of compressed fat bursting free all at once. Her thighs swelled into hulking, jiggling tree trunks, if tree trunks resembled drumsticks wrapped in tires of flab, her gut surged forward and downward in an avalanche of lard, sagging past her knees and pooling out across the gound with a wet slap, her arms bulged into thick pillowy rolls practically obscuring the entire limbs save for her chubby fingers, and her chest swelled and sagged into a massive, blubber laden shelf of two drooping orbs of lard.

Her taut clothing shredded at the seams in seconds, lost in the sudden tsunami of wobbling green flesh. Echo’s rear ballooned into twin, sagging deflated globes of lard, drooping low and heavily behind her, each one spilling softly over the thick shelf of her upper thighs. Her hips rounded outwards into plush curves of fat that merged seamlessly into deep, pillowy thigh rolls, the creases and folds jostling and squishing together with every subtle shift of her bloated form. Even her tail plumped up with thick rolls of fat gradually thinning from the base to the tip, partially swallowed between her enormous rear and her sagging stacks of back fat and the tide of love handles now cascading from her sides.

Her titanic girth collided with Blue like a freight train of flesh. The sudden expansion was so violent that the now comparatively lighter raptor was thrown off her feet with a squelching thump, her own mountain of fat slapping hard against the floor as she landed gut first, the impact sending waves through her body like a waterbed. Her weak, flabby limbs flailed, struggling to move under her own mass, the sound of her body slapping against itself was all she could hear as her copious fat reserves gradually settled down.

The burger, flung free in the chaos, landed inches from Blue’s face.

She didn’t even blink.

Her vision tunneled, focused solely on the fallen food. Her belly churned audibly beneath her, still absurdly full from her last binge, but that didn’t matter. Her arms, pudgy, soft, and almost entirely swallowed in doughy rolls, struggled to move forward. She groaned, her breathing ragged as she strained her underused muscles, her thick biceps squishing and folding against itself, her flabby chest pinning them down before they could reach.

Ooouuuurrrp, she belched lazily, the excitement having upset her stomach. Another failed attempt. Her fingers barely twitched in the burger’s direction, her blubbery chest bouncing slightly as her rarely exercised arm trembled from the futile effort.

She tried again, panting like she’d sprinted a mile, even though she hadn't managed more than a single, sluggish reach. Her body jiggled with every shake, a slow, wobbling ocean of fat in motion. Her gut pressed against the floor beneath her like an overfilled water balloon, her limbs buried so deep in lard they seemed more decorative than functional.

But her mind knew only hunger. Her stomach growled loudly, offended at the delay, despite its overfull contents. Her eyes locked on that burger like a predator, albeit one far too soft and round to hunt anymore.

She groaned again. “Ugh… come… huff… here… you…”

Behind her, Echo stood, dazed, although at her colossal size the line between standing and resting on her gut was blurred, still adjusting to the sheer, overwhelming mass she now carried.

With her sleek white necklace clasped around her neck, Echo had been free to gorge without consequences, the excess mass hidden away by some scientific principle she hadn’t bothered reading. What was important was that no matter how much she ate, the consequences never showed on the surface, and she never had to deal with the weight. And gorge she did.

While Blue waddled and wheezed from one snack to the next, Echo was quietly outpacing her in pure indulgence, stuffing her face like a gluttonous pig behind the scenes. Triple decker sandwiches, deep fried everything, gallons of soda, whole sticks of butter she’d push into her muzzle as a snack, buckets of the excess lard that were trimmed of meat fed to the park’s dinosaurs, nothing was off limits. If Blue had become a lazy, spoiled cow, Echo had secretly become a beached whale. She wasn’t just soft, she was immense. And now, with the necklace fried and useless, all that hidden gluttony came flooding out in a tidal wave of blubber that put even her sister’s girth to shame.

But Blue didn’t notice, nor would she have cared even if she could roll over and look. The burger was right there. And she was going to eat it, somehow.