Got a real treat for you today. Two for one ended up turning into in excess of the 5000 character limit, so I'm splitting it up into two halves.
(Part 1/2)
>"I saw it. You can't hide it any more."
>"I do not knowing what you are talking about, get some help Ollie."
>At first, Ollie thought she was just imagining things. That she was just being horny as usual. Kaela's ass looked a little bigger from the side, but her mind always ended up exaggerating the best features of her fellow talents. Then, her footsteps sounded heavier. But then again, she never really paid attention to the sound of people's footsteps prior. The last straw, though, was that Kaela was sounding out of breath whenever they got to the office. One's an incident, twice is a coincidence, but three's a pattern. She was going to get answers from Kaela.
>Or at least, that was the plan, going in. Kaela was always the last one out of the office anyway, so it wouldn't be difficult. Poking her head out into the office, she spotted something: the blacksmith throwing off her jacket and...loosening a corset, before plopping herself down into a chair.
>Or rather, attempting to. Between the visible doubling in size of her lower torso from her belly being freed and an ass as wide as Ollie's head and pom-poms combined, Kaela was having trouble properly fitting into the seat. Constantly wiggling and adjusting her position until she managed to get her ass to spill out over the seat to make room for the love handles.
>And then Kaela's eyes scanned the room and saw some familiar red-and-white. Almost immediately, she attempted to get out of her seat, only to find it glued to her. Only after tightening the corset again did the seat release its grip on her ass, after which she threw the jacket back onto herself and stood up as though the prior display didn't happen. Ollie, of course, knew better, and approached with a toothy grin. Leading to the present situation.
>"C'moooon, Kaela. Let's see what the damage is." Ollie began taking steps towards her kouhai.
>"There is no damage, I am fine." Kaela took her own steps back.
>And then...Ollie began a proper sprint, her arms out ready to grope. Ordinarily, being taller and lankier would've given Kaela the necessary advantages to get away from them. But with all of the added weight piled onto them, they found themselves quickly outmaneuvered and tackled to the ground, face-up.
>Ollie, on top of her prey, with a wide, predatory grin, began her assault by reaching under the dress to get the strings of the corset. Despite Kaela's protests, she was too winded to put up resistance, and with a sizable YANK, her belly was released from its confines and making a visible impression through her dress.
>And then came the pokes and pinches, to this squishy, vulnerable midsection.
>"Hello. I see it. It's still there. Squishy. Doughy. Fatty. Fatass. Lard-o. BBW."
>And with each touch and insult, Kaela's face grew a slightly deeper tint of red. At first, just from the embarrassment of being found out. But then, also, from how sensitive they felt in that area. It didn't help that Ollie's arms were cold and clammy due to her undead nature, and that trying to resist just encouraged her.
>"Gosh you porked up. How'd you even do it? I thought you were too lazy to eat."
>"...KFP has delivery and an Indonesia branch now."
>Ollie nuzzles up against Kaela's neck and gives a big sniff. "No *wonder* you smell of craggly, greasy goodness~!"
>"Can you...getting off of me please?"
>"Nnnnnope! I finally have the upper hand on you, and I'm gonna milk it--" She says, reaching back down and getting both hands on Kaela's hips. "--for all it's worth!"
