After the stuffing, the Harleys need to use the bathroom to make room for more

By the time they were on their second (For Fat Harley her ninth serving) they were both beginning to feel the pressure in their stomachs becoming too much for them to bear. They were groaning now, but not from hunger. As Chubby Harley so eloquently put it:

Ooohhh jeezus, I gotta drop a butt bomb or three! She said, clutching her fat gut. Harley nodded in agreement and her fat self picked her up and hid her in her extra-large bra so she wouldnt be caught by the waitresses. They both made their way to the bathrooms(Which stank to high heaven because of all the flatulent slobgirls who ate here), and took two stalls next to each other. Little Harley sighed in relief when she finally got to piss out all that soda she had been chugging to wash down the food. Meanwhile Big Harley was overflowing the toilet and pissing onto the floor with her oversized bladder full of fluid.

The shits started soon after, and they hit hard. Raunchy, ripping farts blasted through the bathroom and poisoned the air with their noxious stink. Big Harley and Little Harley started to compete to see who could stir up the bigger stink, and even though Big one by a long shot, little was right behind her.

Soon the two had overflowed both of their toilets and were getting read to go (Without wiping of course) when...