"Oh my god, I look a lot fatter," I said, inspecting myself in the mirror. "Does it look like I gained weight?" My friend, Quinn, compared her big belly to mine, but to be perfectly sure, we needed to measure ourselves. "Here...measure me," I said, handing her a tape measure. We measured each other's bellies, chests, thighs, and butts, and boy, was I huge! Both of us had gained weight, and our bulging bellies spilled over the waistband of our panties. My thighs were even starting to touch! When we moved our legs, my thunder thighs jiggled, and Quinn's ripped in waves. Even our butts and tits were bigger. Quinn had grown so fat that she had back rolls and stretch marks! But the real moment of truth was the scale. I stepped on it first, and sure enough, I had packed on pounds. Quinn stepped on next, and just like me, she had grown fatter. We smacked, jiggled, and rubbed our bigger bellies. God, how did we get so fat?