The Harem on the Hill (Part LXXI) (Patreon)

For a moment, both women stare at you, uncertain how to proceed. Then Bernadette steps forward.  She removes her blue blazer, which became unbuttoned during her tangle with Tina, and tosses it on a barstool, then she begins unbuttoning her starchy white blouse.  She seems eager to get out of it, which isn't surprising since she’s basically spent the last few months in a robe and slippers.

What's surprising is how seductive her undressing is.  The silk shirt slowly slips off Bernadette's shoulders and catches in the crooks of her meaty arms as her fingers dart from button to button, freeing the flesh beneath.   While many of Bernadette's features have swelled since her arrival, her delicate digits remain in fine form.  Years of page-turning, filing, and Dewey Decimal cataloging have honed them into nimble instruments.

If the bulge in your pants is any indication, your organ longs to join their band.

After throwing her shirt atop her jacket on the barstool, Bernadette places her hands behind her head and unlocks her locks, setting them free with a shake of her head that sends them falling over her shoulders like a blanket.  Then she reaches behind her and, after a few seconds of fiddling, her bra emerges from beneath her long blonde tresses, as do a pair of milky-white breasts.  Pale and flaccid, they respond to your gaze like flowers in sunlight, perking until they poke through the curtain of Bernadette's lush mane.

You’re so engrossed in Bernadette’s striptease that you fail to notice Tina’s absence until she returns from the kitchen with a box of Fred’s Breads’ donuts.  She hands the box to you, then pulls her oversized sweatshirt over her head.  Without undergarments (Tina abandoned bras over a year ago), she quickly matches Bernadette in a topless tit-for-tat....though certainly not pound-for-pound.  Your original harem girl outweighs your most recent addition by nearly 150 pounds and it shows.  While Bernadette sports pleasingly plump curves, Tina's figure, such that it is, is an overgrowth of mishappen bulges and overlapping mounds of flesh.  Still winded from her tussle with Bernadette, Tina huffs and puffs, inflating the vast expanses of fat enveloping her torso like a balloon, while sweat drips from her pits get sucked into her many rolls and folds.

You open the box and extend a glazed confection towards Tina.  She gobbles it greedily.  You repeat the process with Bernadette, who matches Tina's munching.  One by one, turn by turn, a dozen donuts disappear into the girls like the sweat beads in Tina's fat.

The second box goes even faster.

Despite her weight disadvantage, Bernadette gamely keeps pace, donut for donut; however, as the second box empties she's clearly in agony.  In addition to her pained expression, her belly extends grotesquely, protruding so much that its slope is now a shelf on which several crumbs have settled.  Tina, on the other hand, seems no worse for wear.  Her face is ruddy and her breath seems shorter, but there's no visible impact on her figure.

"Shall I grab another box?" Tina huffs.

What do you say?