Lauren - Still Fits 2

The Gingerbread Shuttle Service that was a great way of getting around the tropical country of Gingerbreadland. Its flagship carrier was a big bus with spacious comfy seats similar to an airline, complete with inflight meals and entertainment consoles.

Well, at least it was spacious and comfy for most people.

“I told you I’d only need to book two seats on the Shuttle!” said Lauren triumphantly through a mouthful of chocolate cake.

True, she had booked only two seats--one for each of her gigantic buttocks--but she realistically needed more.

“Oh yeah, you totally only fill up two seats” said Terry sarcastically, as his friend’s right ass cheek and thigh were flooding over his seat and crushing his lap. On the other side of the wide girl, Lauren’s left side was bulging against a poor woman who was trying to work on her laptop, but couldn’t get anything done with all that ass invading her space.

“And by the way, you were totally wrong about my sponsors worrying about my clothing sizes. Turns out they’re totally fine with the way my clothes are fitting me” said the overfed, overdeveloped brunette as she shoved the rest of her last slice of cake into her mouth.

“Gee I wonder why” said Terry, the side of Lauren’s colossal right boob pressing into his side. He could see her giant ZZZ+ cup bra struggling underneath all that breast, and at this point he could even see her areola peeking out. Her 10XL tube top was struggling to survive, forced down by her mighty tits and becoming something like a corset which only boosted her breasts up even more.

Just then, one of the stewardesses of the journey came over, rolling a cart of food and refreshments. “Anything I can get you…?” she went unsurely, looking over at the massive girl filling up nearly the entire row of seats all by herself.

“Mmm yessss, more cakeeee!” said Lauren happily, leaning over and stretching out a plump, wobbling arm over her gigantic rack to reach for more food.

As she did, her monstrous breast engulfed most of Terry, pinning him back against his seat.

‘Jeez...Lauren’s always had big boobs, but this is ridiculous’ he thought, struggling against that megaton titty. ‘If only all her fans from back home could see her now. Lauren Boobzilla indeed’ he recalled her well-earned nickname back then. Even so, the current Lauren would crush the old ‘Boobzilla’ version of herself easily.

Lauren, her supply of treats replenished (pastries and sweets filled the considerable surface area of her giant thighs and colossal balcony of a bosom), happily resumed eating.

A few minutes later, the Move shuttle came to a halt while the driver made some repairs outside.

The stewardess was cleaning up the accumulated empty wrappers and boxes that had collected around Lauren’s area, while Lauren helped herself to more items off the food cart.

“Why are we stopping?” she asked through a mouthful of eclairs, cream trickling down her double chin as she brushed some crumbs of her quaking cleavage.

“The driver needs to change a tire since we’ve got a flat. Something about...errr...being overweight on this side of the bus…” said the stewardess apologetically, looking from the gigantic Lauren to Terry on her right, half-buried in boobage and crushed under ass and thigh. He simply gave a defeated shrug, which sent even more jiggling through his friend’s mountainous mammaries.

“Ohhh...I guess it’s a pretty full ride today” said Lauren obliviously as she shoved the rest of the eclair into her mouth, before letting out a hefty

“BUUUUUURRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!”