"And then," Daiba Nana giggled to herself as she recounted a conversation that'd only happened an hour or two ago. "Karen-chan said hawk tuah!" Almost choking with her raucous laughter, Nana looked up at her girlfriend for some kind of response. As if she'd already sensed that she'd incensed her, though, Nana made sure to placate her with another slice of goopy, filling-packed pie.

"Nana," Hoshimi Junna shook her head, suddenly overcast with a frustrated expression. "Karen shouldn't be saying things like that." Even if she was trying to be the image of the flawless, frustrated student council president, Junna's raised, porky finger didn't have a shred of strictness to it. The fact that her entire arm, from fingertip to fat shoulder, was an ever-widening pyramid of rippling blubber-roll, made her look more like a stuffed plushie that anything with a single iota of authority. "Two slices, please." Satisfied that she'd at least tried to enforce Seisho's rules, and uphold its dignity, Junna nodded to herself with a proud, puffy smirk — which lasted for all of two seconds, before the pie slices she'd ordered arrived, and the bedbound blob set about devouring them.

"I'll tell her that!" Junna's foremost enforcer let her know that she'd received the memo with a happy pat to the belly. "Karen-chan is such a bad girl!" Making sure she was just backing up her blobby girlfriend on everything that came out of her mouth, Nana lifted a food-steeped fork towards her goddess' mouth. "Not like you, Junna-chan~!" With that, another mouthful of fattening pastry was swallowed, straight into Junna's belly.

"Mhm." Junna's finger, that'd been trying to act so stern just a moment ago, dropped down immediately with the rest of her hand; obediently rubbing her belly, and the twenty grams of food that'd just joined it, and the three-hundred kilo mass of fat that it would soon be digesting inside of. "Very good." After thoroughly enjoying every second of the pie-slice's fleeting life, Junna purred her applause to her girlfriend, along with the soft gurgles of her gut.

"So yummy, isn't it?" Nana grinned, getting ahead of herself as she set the pie down and began kneading at Junna's flabby, dumpy flesh; every kilo of it, that was so heavy that it was almost fused to the bed. "Only the best for Junna-chan!" Tickling the divots in her skin, and teasing the horizons of her huge flab-rolls, Nana indulged herself in every inch of Junna's glossy meat-blob. "The best Student Council President ever!"