Fitness Program (Patreon)

“Jeez Laur, can you at least try not to get bigger...urgghhh...while I’m helping you squeeze into your...urgghhh...sports bra? said Talia between groans, as she tugged at the creaking industrial-strength straps of Lauren’s giant bra. “This is for...urrghhh...your own...urgghhh...good?”

“What do you mean?” said Lauren, obliviously eating an entire family-sized pizza rolled up in her hand.

Talia sighed. The gigantic teenage celebrity was always doing this--leaving it to Talia to bail her out of tight situations.

“Your shoot for Curvy Kat’s next fitness collection is in a month’s time” she reminded the behemoth brunette. “And as much as they love your giant boobs and big ass, it’s still an ad for workout clothes. So having a monstrously obese teenager talking about things like “fitness” and “working out” and “dieting” isn’t a very good look.”

“Oh come on Talia, I haven’t gotten that much fatter” she grinned through a mouthful of pizza. Lauren raised her fat, wobbling arm, looking down at her trainer doing battle with her sports bra. Talia had ordered this bra for Lauren in the hopes of getting the girl to actually work out and lose a bit of weight in time for the shoot.

“Is that why you can’t fit into a sports bra with cups the size of beds? Come on Laur, promise you’ll follow your diet and workout program. You need to lose some weight, big girl!”

Lauren looked down at her cascading cleavage and poking-out nipples, running a hand over one monolithic breast.

“Okay so I’ve gotten a bit bigger...” she admitted.

“But you said so yourself--I’m already pretty huge. So that means I must be reaching my peak, right? I mean, seriously, how much fatter could I possibly get?” she said confidently, while shoveling the rest of the pizza into her mouth piggishly, before reaching for another.