"Ko-haane~!" Shiraishi An singsonged, her usual tone only slightly deeper for a simple fact; she was so obese that she couldn't get off of her bed. "Kohane, I wanna go back to America!" She moaned, nodding to herself about the genius of her own idea, and sloshing her chin-rolls into her cleavage with what could only be called reckless abandoned. An's head looked as if it could get lost in that tremendous valley, regardless of the amount of sports bras trying to keep it in check.

"B-Back to America, An-chan?" Azusawa Kohane laughed, and then sighed. There was absolutely no way An was fitting on a place, let alone having it lift off and actually land in America. Even then, if An managed to arrive in that fateful place, if she ever left it, she would've gained another half-ton. "I think you're fat enough, already..." Nonetheless obsessed with her girlfriend's gigantic body, Kohane couldn't keep her hands off of that soft mass; a sloshing, sagging blob of fat that seemed to warp with the wind. A single touch could send it wobbling for minutes on end — there was no telling what a kiss would do to it.

"Fat enough? Ungh..." An wriggled about under the meaty weight of her own body, her clothes ripping and tearing in tiny ways as her fat oozed about. "I guess...!" Pretending to pout, the fat blob pushed her hands through her blubber-folds to rub her belly. "Still! I'm hungry!" Playing it up just for Kohane, An acted like some kind of food-obsessed heathen — even if that's exactly what she was.

Ever since she'd returned from America as a well-fed fatso, doomed to only grow from thereon out, Shiraishi An had pumped herself up with food at a ridiculous rate, only getting fatter — and getting fatter, faster — once she'd learned that Kohane was into it. Currently wearing clothes ten sizes too small for her blob-body, An just looked at her feeder with pathetic, helpless eyes and moaned her greediness to the world.

"O-Ok!" Kohane nodded, realising that in truth, there was a way to send this half-ton fatpile straight back to America. Even if there was no plane, boat or rocket that'd dare transport such a horny, greedy glob of a girl, there was a simple option. Bring the food to her. "One Kohane-style hamburger, coming right up!"