Invite her over tonight

"There is, actually, " you tell her. "I was wondering if you wanted to hang out tonight. I've been pretty bored and I think it would be fun to just hang out and watch some movies like the old days."

"That sounds like a blast!" she replies with a smile. "What time were you thinking?" The two of you spend a few minutes hashing out the details. With a solid plan in place, you say your good byes and head out.

On the way home, you stop by the store to pick some stuff up. You remember in college that Amy had a problem putting on weight when she drank some of the heavier beers, so you grab a 12 pack of the densest beer they have. You also grab a bunch of her favorite, most fattening snacks you can find. You are so focused on your task, you barely take notice of a busty shopper getting plowed by one of the workers in the middle of one of the aisles. The final thing you grab is a bottle of weight gain pills before paying for your purchases.

You rush home, making sure everything is perfect, setting out all the snacks and ordering a pizza from Amy's favorite place. Finishing with no time to spare, the doorbell rings. She is here. Amy is in the doorway wearing a cute yellow sundress with flowers on it that show off her figure wonderfully, with it's tightness hugging her curves, it's short length displaying her sexy thighs, and a tasteful amount of cleavage showing off her almost DD breasts.

"Hey!" she says cheerfully. "I brought some carrots and celery to snack on." She sees all the unhealthy snacks you have laid out on the table as well as the pizza and beer. "Hey now, you wouldn't be trying something would you? I haven't been doing so well on my diet and I'm getting pretty close to DD territory..."

"Wow you really think that poorly of me?" you say, faking being hurt. "I got all this stuff because it was your favorite. Besides, it's just one night, it won't make a difference."

"Welllllll, I guess you're right. It has been a while since I treated myself."

You clap your hands together. "Then it's settled." You put a movie on and hand her a weight pill laced, heavy beer. Amy sits back on the couch and takes a sip. One sip turns into two, then three, then "just one slice of pizza" turns into four. Next thing you know, she is drunk, and happily chowing down on all the food you can bring her. The vegetables sit on the table, untouched.

The night comes to and end with both of you pretty drunk and her stuffed to the brim. "I should head home," she slurs.

You shake your head, "You're too drunk. Just sleep here on the couch."

Amy lets out a loud giggle. "I am pretty drunk. What the heck, Chris is visitng his parents and I don't have work tomorrow." She is alseep before you bring her pillows and blankets.