Samantha plopped down in the booth with her second brownie sundae and proceeded to take a bite. Meanwhile, Trish idly slurped her milkshake. She discretely put the remote back in her purse.
Sam was now supposedly under the impression that her body was supposed to be the way it was, at least, the weight part of it. She still was aware of her transformation into a skunk-girl in the library. Trish decided to test the remote's effectiveness.
"Are you really sure you should be eating a second one?"
"It's fine. I can handle a few extra calories."
"With your metabolism? It's just going to sit there in your gut forever."
"It's just one extra sundae, Trish." Samantha continued to chow down and her stomach grew bigger. It was forming a distinctive paunch. The way her white fur spread across her belly and pronounced it even more was an unexpectedly cute picture.
Trish had confirmed that Samantha was aware of her slower metabolism. The real Sam would have claimed she could burn the sundae off in an hour, and she'd probably be right, but the new and improved Sam was a much different animal...literally.
Sam continued indulging herself and her paunch grew larger. Her pants tightened to a surely uncomfortable degree, and the button popped open. Even this new slack was unable to accommodate all of her pudge, however, and it was forced to spill ever so subtly over the waist. Her thighs widened to the extreme space her jeans would allow, and her breasts were becoming clearly visible under her shirt, having grown about half a cup size. Her paunch was causing her shirt to ride up some, as her sleeves were also riding up on her doughier arms. Even Sam's furry cheeks became a little rounder. On the whole, the combination of fur and fat made Samantha incredibly huggable.
"Okay, that's it for me." Samantha dropped her spoon into the empty dish.
"Do you want to finish my milkshake?" Trish asked, handing the half-full cup to her friend.
"Weren't you just telling me I shouldn't have had that second sundae? I'm starting my diet tomorrow, remember?" She grabbed her distinctive belly and jiggled it. Trish found its wobbly motions somehow fascinating. "Not all of us have your metabolism."
"So...you don't want it?"
Samantha sighed and took the cup from Trish. In a few seconds, she had sucked it dry. What she didn't realize, however, was that Trish just handed her the equivalent of nearly three full milkshakes. Her shirt rode up just a tiny bit more as her body processed the appropriate amount of pudge.
Samantha stood up, grunting audibly this time. Trish saw that she moved a little slower, a little more deliberately. Part of it was probably due to her now constrictive clothing.
"I don't know why I wore these old clothes today," she said to Trish on the way out the door. "Maybe I'm trying to fool myself into thinking I'm still thin like you."
Tricia was genuinely affected by those words. She realized for the first time that night what the true effect fattening her friend had. She grabbed one of Sam's arms, finding it to be very furry and soft.
"You look fabulous. You're a little overweight, but who cares? Just be more careful with what you eat, get a little more exercise, and that'll be that. Besides, I think you look better than me. I'm almost skin, bones, and fur here!"
Sam laughed meekly. "Yeah, I know. I just get paranoid sometimes about how people see me. Like earlier today when I was a little girl. I didn't want to be seen like that."
"That was different. And from now on things will always be different. I've got the ultimate weapon to make sure we live the lives we want, and nothing is gonna stop us."
The girls continued their walk back to Tricia's place as the sun dipped below the skyline.