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It all became too much, and for a moment Chloe thought she would have passed out, until it disappeared as quickly as it began. I joke that he's a plant, but I think it's more likely that he may have had friends in the community beforehand, or may have been drawing but not publicly.
Tellacorp's CEO's planned to discreetly sell this "technology" to the government for a substantial amount of money and the fame for its creation. Gong… 12:00AM Like clockwork, a deafening crack of lightning struck Chloe’s bedside window, its thunder flooring her. She hurriedly tucked her head against the floor, closing her eyes from a blinding, ever-present flash. Chloe had been unusually affectionate this morning; holding hands exiting the house, holding hands entering the gym, even taking one of his hands off the steering wheel. She began to survey the mess in front of her; she seemed to have been far too sloppy the first time around, as there were plenty of scraps left over for seconds.The constant slew of wet cake coming down her throat gave her no chance to scream nor moan, pleasure trapping itself and reverberating around her insides, edging her closer to her utmost limit. A nearby stray cat was the only one around, witnessing a bright, pulsating light emanate from both sisters' rooms. It didn’t even enter her mind that it wasn’t her mirror she was waddling to, nor was it the bedroom she fell asleep in. In celebration of the revival, here is a big fat reup of all the content collected so far along with some new uploads.
Over her melodious concerto of bodily noises I sit back in my chair, the glow of the fluorescent lighting coating the basement walls in a fashion that they almost shine. Once her outstretched arms ran out of juice they settled on the stomach's summit half like a nice, warm bean bag, which, admittedly, felt quite nice. She was less argumentative, plain showering him with compliments and looked at him with a love he’d never seen out of her before.Her eyes were drawn to the wardrobe, snickering at the thought of what tarps Zoe would think qualifies as clothes. With one final heave, Chloe ever-so-slowly rolled onto her side, shimmying her feet about like some desperate rabbit. Forgive my poor manners and allow me to introduce myself first, the name is Scott Shino, me and a handful of other eggheads work for Tellacorp on a somewhat secretive project named Moses. Report anyone who describes any sort of death fetish for any character on this thread on the spot without much fuss. Her paltry meal cleared her head some, and allowed her to notice the scraps of clothing left on her bloated form - the adventuring uniform that had served who through thick and thin apparently couldn't handle a wearer who was rather thick and not thin, seams had burst in various places, her belt vanished into the wind, and she was flirting with the line of indecency as the crumbs of ale-soaked bread rolled into her gaping maw.
A vacant hand subconsciously grabbed her gut, forcefully groping and fingering her belly button before Chloe even had a clue what she was making herself do.Anything in her childhood she put her mind to; acing her SATs, captaining varsity volleyball, saving cats from trees; the young girl did it all without breaking so much of a sweat (though far too humble to admit it).
This was partly true, considering the 1 3⁄4 pizzas currently residing in the bottomless pit of her gut. Her legs were saddled with lumpy, thick cellulite, spanning from her cylindrical cankles to her swollen ass cheeks. To calculate the overall star rating and percentage breakdown by star, we don’t use a simple average. She lost track of time before she felt any burn; one or two ‘Steve Wilkos Show’ recordings must’ve passed for the timer finally gave in.This can be tricky, since sometimes fat looks inflated and vice-versa, but please try to sort to the best of your ability.
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