It Happened at the Christmas Party... (Ass Expansion/Gas Story)

“Okay, you win,” Rotana kept her back to the bathroom door as sweat welled up in her hands, moistening them up more than the buttered fridge that she recently squeezed past. “Tell me what the hell is going on?”

“The monkey’s paw, Rotana,” Denise patted her water bed of a butt and shivered when it wobbled wildly at the smallest touch. 

“It’s come back to bite us in the ass. I always had a feeling it would, but over the last few days, I haven’t been able to control myself,”

“Den, I hate to be an asshole, but you aren’t the one getting drunk every night with all your friends just because you can,”

“Now’s not the time to humble me, Rotana!”

Rotana rolled her eyes while Denise bucked her head down to her chest and groaned.  I was actually referring to that bitch Stacey, but go off, bitch. No doubt her twenty-something friend must be experiencing mental brain rot if she thought Rotana meant beer. Neither of them had even slept with a boy yet, post-magical mishap or not. She folded her arms around her stomach when Denise pressed her butt on the fridge; a fiery hue emblazoned across her entire face. Her auburn bangs fell in front of her glasses when Rotana caught her breath in her mouth and took Denise by the hand again, carefully massaging her palm as if she were kneading out the tension like when they were young.

The staticky chill that stiffened Rotana to the door returned as a draft blew against her legs. One by one, the seams along the sides of Denise’s jeans popped with rows of smooth skin growing down to her gargantuan glutes. She brought her hands to her thighs and held them tight when folds of fat swelled past the gaps of her fingers. Denise curled her lips before rubbing her shoulders, already overwhelmed by her hot skin practically boiling at the touch. With sweat pouring down her forehead, Denise leaned her shoulder by the wall while Rotana slid her devil tail around the door knob, already pushing it open by a few inches. 

“R-Rotana… I think we’re gonna explode,” Denise mumbled. “And Jackie already blew up last week. You know how embarrassing it’s gonna be if I do it now? People are gonna think I’m copying her!”

“Okay, well, I’m not letting you puke in the kitchen,” Rotana said, “you’re blowing chunks in the toilet where nobody can hear you,”

“This is serious, Rotana! I’m not about to puke! I think I’m actually about to—”

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