((Snippet by Ulyssexx, who owns Alyssa and Leanne. Art by  Lochamotion))

”Leanne, isn’t dinner ready yet?” “Leanne, I’m hungry, please bring something.” “Leanne, that was wonderful, please make more!”

The bottom heavy blonde shook her head with a slightly crooked smile on her lips as she loaded the trolley again. Those were the phrases she had grown used to hearing – all day, every day. She didn’t want to complain though, she had never seen her momma this happy, and that certainly was something.

Alyssa had quickly befriended the odd visitor, Sera, and the woman was now basically and unofficially living with them. It was out of necessity perhaps more than choice, Leanne figured, since there simply didn’t seem to be a way for her to leave. Even if (and that was a very theoretical “if”) the blonde sorceress could somehow get on her feet and walk, a whole wall of their tavern would have to be knocked down to make a doorway big enough for her to pass through.

Leanne figured she was alright with it. Maggie didn’t like the sorceress, and although she never explained it, the fact that her redhead sister had oddly gained over fifty pounds overnight probably had something to do with a sharp exchange of words she had had with Sera. With Maggie mostly staying in the bar serving the customers, Leanne was left with the task of cooking for their mother and her guest. And not only cooking, but serving as well, since at their current level of obesity both women were utterly incapable of getting their own food.

Calling it a trolley was actually an euphemism, Leanne realized, chuckling a bit as she loaded roasted turkey, ham, bread, baked potatoes and what else to a large wooden cart they had now devoted to this task. As the bottom-heavy blonde started pushing the thing along the corridor, she could feel her own, quickly widening behind sway and jiggle with each step she took. She was not quite certain whether it was just a result of her constantly nibbling the food she served, of if there were some more arcane powers at work, making her hips grow wider, it seemed, with every passing week.

The wheels creaked as Leanne pushed the cart down the ramp to the basement of their tavern. When it started to seem imminent that the two wouldn’t be walking much longer, they had relocated their burgeoning bodies to a sufficiently large and mercifully private section of the tavern. Even the spacious cellar started to feel constricting, with the two impossibly large women inhabiting it.

The change in their size was frankly mind-boggling, Leanne admitted. Her mother’s bust, large to begin with, had grown so big now that at times, from the right angle, her whole face was hidden behind massive mound of her bosom, with each breast alone weighing about as much as Leanne herself. Hearing their dinner approaching, Alyssa shifted her position a bit – not able to move much more than that – and with a sloshing sound her breasts swayed to the side to reveal a happily inebriated, grinning face. Leanne felt a smile creeping on her face as well. Mother was happy, it was plain as day, and that was enough for her.

Sera, her gut even bigger than Alyssa’s, could only turn her head lazily, otherwise pinned to her place by the massive weight of her abdomen. “It’s about time...we were running low down here”, she commented, her round cheeks flushed from all the wine. The comment wasn’t meant as criticism, or at least so Leanne wanted to hear it. The violet silk dress of the sorceress, imbued with some magical properties of stretching, had finally reached its limits and pink flesh bulged out through the holes in her stockings.

“We will have the silk you requested day after tomorrow”, Leanne said, caught staring at the torn clothing.

“Peffect...*hic one needs to keep up with the...affepreanches hic*”, the gigantic woman replied with a bit of lisp in her speech from all the drink.

Leanne sighed and smiled, but then the smile died on her lips as she realized they had taken the measurements and made the order three weeks ago. And with the way these two had been packing it away, it was quite possible their fabric delivery would not be enough to cover her anymore. Oh dang.