Susan gave her best Cheshire Cat grin as Kris opened the door.

The former Ghost Hunter arched a perfectly-shaped eyebrow at the Tupperware container proffered before her.

The brunette sighed. "What is it this time?"

"White chocolate cheesecake," announced Susan proudly. It had been a major investment in time and effort, the cream cheese, white chocolate and heavy cream filling requiring constant monitoring over its four and a half hour baking time. But the result had been worth it.

And it would be again, as Kris eyed the plastic wrap covering with a mixture of hunger, reluctance and curiosity.

The hunger won out.

"Oh, fine, then," said the brunette as she spun on her heels and retreated into her house.

Susan strolled into the dwelling and closed the door behind her. She was used to the routine by now.

Every week, she would show up at Kris' door with a food offering. The brunette would roll her eyes, cuss and otherwise voice her irritation and displeasure.

But she never turned her away.

She would invariably try and lose the weight she'd packed on by going to the local gym, but it was a losing battle — she was not an exercise junkie. Never had been. Never would be.

Now less than a month from 40, Kris' metabolism was becoming increasingly stubborn in its refusal to assist in shedding her ever increasing weight.

Not that Susan minded of course — the former Ghost Hunter's curves had become even more mind-blowing: the girth of her arms, the ever-increasing swell of her breasts, the increasingly prominent bulges around her midsection – she was becoming a living fertility goddess.

Having finally cracked the 200-pound mark for good during the Christmas holidays after several months of seesaw battles that had seen the brunette alternately nudge above and dip below the long-awaited milestone, Kris had been inching ever closer to her all-time high of 203.

As she followed the brunette into the bedroom, Susan was determined this was the day she'd finally push Kris over that almost mystical mark.

~ oOo ~

Kris stood facing the scale, Susan pressing into her back. The blonde stroked the former Ghost Hunter's bare stomach in slow, concentric circles while her free hand held a wedge of cheesecake to her mouth.

"Come on, sweetie," cooed Susan into the brunette's ear. "Just one more slice…you can do this."

"I'm going to burst," croaked Kris, a tear trickling from the corner of her eye to slowly run down her exquisite cheek.

"That's kinda the idea," echoed Susan, her excitement percolating. "Go on, girl…you're so, so close…"

Kris drew in a shuddering breath.

"Fuck."

Closing her eyes, she opened her mouth and surrendered to the inevitability.

"Atta girl," voiced Susan encouragingly as she slowly pressed the cheesecake into the brunette's mouth. "That's the entire thing…four thousand calories…"

Kris chewed the impossibly rich confection, swallowing as Susan slowly pressed in the final slice. Crumbs tumbled from her lips and littered the floor.

"Almost there," breathed the blonde, gently driving in the remaining wedge.

"Hmfff," groaned Kris, beads of sweat forming on her forehead.

Susan's fingers reached the plush, soft lips; a final, guttural swallow.

It was gone.

She rubbed Kris' bloated tummy with renewed vigour; she could feel the heat emanating from the swollen bulge.

"It's all in you, now," cooed the blonde.

"You bitch," lamented Kris, her voice hoarse. She swayed unsteadily on her feet. And no wonder: eight large wedges of cheesecake had filled her to capacity and then some.

"Let's see how you did," said Susan as she pressed herself against the brunette's back, inching her towards the scale.

"Fuck you."

"Go on, sweetie," voiced the blonde. "You did so good…"

She nudged the brunette further. The former Ghost Hunter resisted for a few moments.

But finally – and nervously – stepped onto the scale.

The dial spun.

Susan pulled back slightly so as not to influence the needle's final position. Kris' eyes remained resolutely closed, as though not seeing the number would somehow invalidate its realness.

But there would be no denying the effects of four thousand calories of rich, white chocolate cheesecake.

The blonde gasped.

The needle nudged 206.

"Oh God…"

"I don't want to hear it," croaked Kris.

"You did it, girl," breathed Susan as she pressed into the brunette's back and writhed against her. "A new record! Two hundred and –"

"Don't say it!"

"—and six!"

The former Ghost Hunter's creamy shoulders slumped.

"…fuck."

"Come on," said Susan as she grabbed the brunette's hand and excitedly led her back to the bedroom. "We have to celebrate this."

"You sick bitch."

~ oOo ~

Susan lay sprawled atop the brunette, the former Ghost Hunter's soft, freckled flesh drenched with sweat.

"You are incredible," whispered the blonde.

"You're a freak," panted Kris.

Turning her head, Susan pressed her lips to the brunette's nipple and suckled. Her fingers slowly drove further between Kris' legs, her wrist now completely buried inside the former Ghost Hunter.

The sensation was mind-boggling; the brunette was impossibly soft, warm and moist.

She pressed her cheek to the heaving breast, the rapid thumping of the heart beneath clearly discernible.

"Next stop, two hundred and ten," breathed the blonde.

"Screw off."

Susan drove her hand in deeper. Kris's thick, glistening body shuddered in response.

"Love you," cooed the blonde.

"Hate you," croaked the brunette.

Susan's hand slowly progressed another inch. Two. Three.

Her outstretched fingers brushed against impossibly tender flesh.

Kris threw her head back and gasped. Her heart rate spiked into overdrive.

Susan smiled.

"Time to get another food baby in you."