Flabuous ladybug

Part 9

SMACK SMACK OUMF GULP BELCH BELCH BELCH!

The sounds of gluttony filled the posh hotel room with the source laid out on the bed.

Chloe filled up the queen sized bed with her queen sized body as she laid on her side. A literal buffet of cakes was set on the side of her bed and the lazy brat was glutting herself like an incredibly obese 21st Century Marie Antoinette.

Chloe was being a cake tyrant. Clad in just a stained bed sheet her breasts were smeared with icing, as were her tummy rolls, while her mouth was a rainbow of frosting and crumbs. Chloe let out a pig-like snorting grunt when she reached out to grab a big greedy handful of chocolate cake. The action caused a series of motions in her hanging upper arms.

Chloe had achieved bingo wings a long time ago. She had more cellulite dimples than any teenager should have on their bottom, but she had gone past the point of caring about dimples.

Shoving a big handful of cake into her mouth she moaned in her decadence. "I am truly a queen! I can get as fat as I want and no one can tell me otherwise! Les femmes françaises ne grossissent pas! To think I ever lived by that statement! French women don't get fat? Ha! Ridiculous, utterly ridiculous!"

Chloe then grabbed a pail of cream and started to drink from it, her double chin bobbing. Pure white cream seeped from the corners of the pail, spreading over her body and making her sticky, before ending with a boisterous belch. "BEEELCH! Ooof. I think I was made to be fat."

Just when did this all start? Marinette Dupain-Cheng becoming a model. But how did this get so out of hand? Questions that were irrelevant to Chloe in the big picture. She was larger than Marinette and Adrien would soon be as large as her. For a petty girl like Chloe she should be satisfied with that accomplishment.

But she wanted more. She wanted to get even bigger, but she plateaued at 413 pounds. No matter how much she gorged she just couldn't get bigger and her feeding machine had broken down. Still, she wasn't complaining. After all, it just meant she had to eat even more.

"Tout est parfait," Chloe sighed in bliss when suddenly the doors barged open.

"Well well well!"

There was too much tummy for Chloe to see, but she knew that voice, it sent chills down her spine.

It was her mother, Audrey. Yes, it was her mother, but she had clearly been inflated. She was the fattest person Chloe had ever seen in person during her young life. Hills of rolls and cellulite blubber just seemed to flow everywhere on the formerly trim woman. Her body filled up her black and white romper and made her resemble a beach ball in shape

"M-mom! You're-you're-"
"Fat!"

Audrey finished her sentence with a certain tone of smug pride. She turned around in a full 360 showing how every roll and fold shook and jiggled at the slightest movement. Her romper was backless and it showed all of her jiggly back fat.

She finished her circle and faced her daughter on the bed. "Gabriel's Grande Taille line is going to hit the shelves in three months. Fat is the new trend and Style Queen is going to promote it! That's why I've come all this way from New York."

Chloe's fleshy cheeks grinned, "Fat is in? Merveilleux! Because I'm 413!"

Audrey however looked less than impressed.

"Is that it? Only 413? Claudia," She forgot her own daughter's name, "For the trend that's coming you are going to look tiny. Just look at your mother." Audrey put both hands on her enormous stomach, "I'm teetering over 600 pounds. You are far too thin to be beautiful in 2019."