PART 2

Nani never thought a summer job with a snack-happy alien would lead to this.

Day after day, “French Fry” kept loading her up—plate after plate, fry after fry—until her once-fit frame ballooned into a wobbly mountain of soft, heavy curves. Her bikini barely clings on, stretched to its limits by her massive belly that sways with every step.

Now every shift is a struggle: fries stacked higher than her willpower, belly bouncing with every breath, and Stitch still grinning like it’s all part of the plan.

She huffs, cheeks puffed, sweat glistening.

“Just… give me a second, French Fry. This belly isn’t gonna balance itself…”