With a small nudge of her forefinger, Sarah readjusted her sunglasses once more, the warm summer weather having made the bridge of her nose slick with sweat. "Millie, as much as I like to spend time with you outdoors, can we please go inside? It's absolutely stifling here." Amused, the lioness watched as a solitary bead of condensation rolled down the side of her glass. "See? Even my refreshment can't take the heat," she gestured, trying to make her case.

	"The hotel attendant told us that the air conditioning is broken. If we went inside, it'd be like walking inside a sauna...and not the good kind." Fidgeting a bit in her seat, Millie strained to undo the collar of her festive Hawaiian shirt, unable to maneuver the button holding it firmly in place. "Besides, how do you think I feel? It's like I'm wearing a whole 'nother layer of clothing underneath with all this wool!" After a few seconds of struggling, the sheep flung her hands up in the air in exasperation. "Darn button doesn't wanna come off. What good is a shirt like this if you can't just remove it as you please?" Eyeing the table in front of her, she spotted the lemonade pitcher the two had gotten earlier and grabbed hold of it greedily. 

	Millie had already started to press the tip of the container against her parched lips before the lioness made an effort to stop her. "Jeez, Millie! Show some self-restraint. You're out in public," Sarah chided. With an apathetic shrug, the sheep cocked her head back and chugged away from the pitcher, downing its contents in a matter of seconds. When the steady stream of refreshment had finally slowed to a trickle, she lightly rapped against the bottom of the pitcher to ensure she had gotten every last speck of moisture out of it. 

	Groaning, Sarah shook her head. "We just ordered that a few minutes," she pouted, "to y'know, share?" To the dismay of the lioness, her friend appeared to be lost in reverie; the sheep's tongue was lolling about as the coldness of the drink reverberated throughout her body. "...you're not actually paying attention, are you? ...and cut out that face, it's a lot more suggestive than you'd think."

	"Ah, come on, now, Sarah, relax a little bit, why don't you? The lemonade's on the house since the AC is out for the foreseeable future," said Millie, giving her friend a dismissive wave with the flick of her wrist. Surveying her surroundings, Millie saw a young employee, a thinly built ring-tailed lemur, hunched over a nearby table that he was bussing. The sheep whistled with her fingers to get his attention; suddenly aware that his service was desired, he hustled over toward the ladies' table in a jiffy, nearly tripping over himself in the process.

	"Y-yes, ma'am?" the lemur stuttered, fumbling for the notepad and pen resting in his shirt pocket. 

	"Could you please get us a couple of your finest pitchers of lemonade?  Extra ice, too, if you don't mind," exclaimed Millie, batting her eyelashes in a shameless attempt to persuade the young man to do her bidding.

	"I'll get right on that for you," the lemur nodded emphatically, backpedaling to get a head start on the request before turning himself around entirely to travel toward his intended destination. 

	"Smooth...I think you lay it on a bit too thick sometimes," Sarah muttered. She tracked the lemur with her eyes as he navigated his way through a throng of individuals; when he reemerged from the crowd, he was wheeling over a large cart toward the table.

	The mild squeaking of an ungreased axle formally announced the return of the lemur with the goods he had promised. "Well, uh, ma'am, I actually have a cartload full of pitchers for you, if you like. The interior is refrigerated too, so--"

	"Why, aren't you thoughtful?" Immediately, Millie dug into her pockets to retrieve her leather-bound wallet, extracting a worn ten-dollar bill from inside of it. She stuck out her arm, money in hand, signaling for the lemur to accept the tip. "Here, get yourself something nice." 

	Blushing, the lemur hesitantly took a step back. "Oh, no, ma'am, that's much too generous. I'm just doing what you asked for, and--"

	Millie had already stood up, her chubby belly lurching a bit as she rose, and she tucked the bill neatly into the employee's shirt pocket. "You've earned it," she insisted, placing her hand on his shoulder before settling down in her seat again.

	"Um, if you're certain...thank you!" The lemur bowed his head slightly, then shuffled his way swiftly back toward the original table from which he came. 

	"See, Sarah? Schmoozing DOES get you places," Millie declared smugly. Wrapping her pinky around the cart's door handle, she yanked open the door, unveiling dozens of containers of lemonade racked side-by-side; the glass rims were even frosted with ice. 

	"Well, would you look at that, Sarah! And it's all for ourselves!" marveled Millie, instinctively reaching for the closest pitcher to her.

	"I'm not so sure that--" Before Sarah could argue some sense into her friend, the sheep had already begun to take several noisy gulps from the jug, unwilling to part with it until it had been entirely emptied like its predecessor. Resting it on the table, Millie inhaled sharply; she could feel that her breath was noticeably chilly. As her chest rose, the belligerent button that had bothered her ever so much popped off cleanly from the collar. It whizzed past the side of Sarah's face, landing with a shrill clink against a metal pole somewhere off in the distance. 

	"Hey, Millie! That button could have taken an eye out or something!" Sarah bellowed. Having turned away to dodge the unexpected projectile, the lioness shifted her attention back to the ewe, who was now double-fisting two separate pitchers. It took Sarah a few instants before comprehending what exactly she was seeing. "Now just hold on a second there," the lioness coaxed, fearing that there was something quite awry. 

	No longer beholden to anything aside from her own thirst, Millie held the pitchers high over her head, pouring the icy beverages straight into her gullet. As the sheep continued to drink without restraint, her stomach began to swell, pressing tightly against the underside of the remaining buttons. The cotton of her shirt was starting to separate in favor of the bulging flesh underneath. Glimpses of flab were now peeping out from the gaps between the buttonholes, and her spandex shorts were growing transparent where the strain was the greatest.   

	"You can't just drink all of those pitchers! Those weren't meant for only us!" pleaded Sarah, wringing her hands to underscore her appeals. 

	Unwilling to put unnecessary distance between herself and her prize, Millie was now kneeling directly alongside the cart. When one pitcher was finished, another one instantaneously took its place in the sheep's gluttonous grasp. Her navel was now on prominent display from underneath her shirt; the bottom-most button, only being held by a single strand of thread, soon met its demise, coming uncorked with little resistance. The sides of Millie's shorts were unmistakably fraying away, losing in their battle to contain the sheep's ever-fattening thighs.

	"Millie! For heaven's sake, slow down!" As a form of spite against the incessant pleas from her friend, the sheep increased the rate of her consumption twofold. With every swallow of the sweet lemonade, Millie's entire body would then quiver all over immediately after, like clockwork. Along with the occasional ring of a discarded jug scraping the ground, there was a muffled churning coming from the sheep's belly that was growing more and more perceptible. A third button, then a fourth gave way, clattering against the inner compartment of the cart. Mere seconds later, the sheep's butt had forced itself free with an audible rip from the shorts that had no more seams to give, exposing its newfound plumpness -- and a dainty thong -- to the rest of the world. 

	Frantically running her hands through her hair, Sarah glanced around nervously, hoping that the ongoing spectacle had not started a scene. Much to her surprise, however, the entirety of the patio appeared to be deserted. Furrowing her brow, the lioness shifted her gaze to the entrance back into the hotel, which had a massive inflow of guests all of a sudden. This could only mean one thing...

	"Millie, Millie! The air conditioning is functioning again, look!" Sarah hysterically gestured, pointing repeatedly toward the enormous building and host of individuals behind them. However, Millie had already made it to the final pitcher in the cart; as a stark contrast from before, she drank the rest of the lemonade at a rather leisurely pace. Her arms trembled from the combination of sugar and sheer cold of beverages past; the sheep was resolute in finishing what she had set out to do. With each individual remaining sip, a button broke off in terrific fashion, further revealing the outstanding girth of the sheep's waist. 

	"If you don't stop--" Her arm outstretched in the direction of the sheep, Sarah attempted to confiscate the jug before it was entirely finished. Unfortunately, she was too late, as Millie had already taken the final gulp. The lone button tasked with keeping the shirt intact shuddered briefly before unleashing a surge of rippling fat that had been restrained for far too long, revealing a brassiere that now appeared significantly undersized as it chafed against the sheep's skin.

	With a deep, satisfied sigh, Millie wiggled herself around to rest her head against the side of the table at which she was originally sitting. "Phew...never had a bout of thirst like that in my life!" she exclaimed, kneading the top of her belly with the tips of her fingers. Wearily, Sarah pulled out her chair and flopped into the awaiting seat cushion. At the same moment she sat down, the strap of Millie's brassiere snapped, causing the lingerie to flutter harmlessly to the ground and leaving the sheep's breasts exposed to the elements.   

	Millie immediately let out a cry of embarrassment and clumsily attempted to pull the sides of her shirt back together, but she was met with the resistance of her own body fat. "Th-that wasn't supposed to happen!" she stammered, her face growing hot as she continued to futilely cover herself up.

	"And I'm sure destroying almost all of the rest of your clothing WAS supposed to happen, right?" Sarah retorted. Squinting, the lioness scoped out the hotel doors to find that the prior swarm of vacationers had long since returned to their respective rooms. "Come on, Millie; let's get you inside before someone else sees you in the buff," she motioned, grabbing her friend by the arm. As she attempted to hoist Millie up, the sheep yelped and toppled forward, pulled down by the inertia of her recently gained weight. Fortuitously, the impact was softened by landing upon her own inflated belly; she bobbled to and fro, struggling to get to her feet once more.

	"Erm...a little help, please?" The immobile sheep looked up pleadingly at Sarah, who could only shake her head. 

	"Sorry, but I guess you'll have to wait while I get help, I suppose. Don't worry, I won't be long," retorted Sarah, flashing a toothy grin as she headed back toward the building. 

	"Huh? You can't just leave me here!" Millie whimpered, stretching out her arms longingly in the direction of her departing friend.

	"Relax, Millie; you and your body can get reacquainted while I'm gone," Sarah hollered, cupping her hand around the side of her mouth. Already having reached the hotel entrance, she quickly opened the glass door and slid herself behind it just as fast, chuckling as she disappeared into the lobby inside.