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It was my first week in America. The city lights, the sprawling suburbs, and the people, all of it was a fresh experience for me. I had moved from Japan to accept a job offer, and I was initially excited about the new opportunities ahead. Standing at 5’4”, I weighed a mere 98 pounds, which was on the lower side even for Asian standards. My slight frame, pronounced collar bones, and the gap between my thighs was something that most girls back home envied. My routine consisted of morning jogs, a strictly regimented diet, and a lot of green tea. The first few days, I made sure to maintain my regimen even in the new surroundings. But America had its surprises in store for me. On my first day at work, I met Mandy, a curvy woman with a beaming smile. She introduced me to the group she hung out with - Jenna, Carla, and Denise. They were all bigger, curvier, and seemed so much more confident in their own skins than I ever was. "Let’s get some lunch!" Mandy proposed, and soon we were at a

“Pillow?” Victoria frowned. “You want to use Zaiva as a pillow?” “Yea,” Aniya replied as casually as one discussing dinner. “What? Cinder’s been our pillow for awhile, but you know…” “I don’t,” I said. “What’s this about using me as a –” Aniya interrupted me with a finger to my lips. “Hush, Zaiv. Be my wing-girl with this one.” “A what?” “Vicky,” Aniya turned-away from me. “Uh, Victoria. Sorry ‘bout that… anyway, I know you got feelings for Zaiva and I guess you must feel jealous cause… hey, let’s get in the hammock! We missed you.” “Aniya,” I said. “I don’t think it’s a good idea to have any extra weight on top of me.” “Psh, we know that! That’s why we’ll sleep on either side you instead! And don’t worry about us tipping over; it won’t do that if we hop-in together.” “Couldn’t you two find another room…?” The girls were ignoring me now

When buying discounted meat from your local grocery store, it’s usually best to cook and eat your purchase within a day or two. If your diet consists mostly of things like salad and quinoa, buying three pounds of ground beef that goes bad in two days doesn’t make financial sense, no matter how much of a bargain it is. With her reedy figure and naturally small appetite, Nicole’s natural habitat was far away from the meat cooler. For the past year, however, rifling through clearance piles had become a ritual for her, and the bargain meat cooler was the site of that day’s treasure hunt. She pulled the sleeves of her chunky-knit sweater up and tucked her blonde hair behind her ears as she bent over, making sure neither would get in the way of the difficult work of examining packages. “Bison tenderloin seems… a little over the top…” she mumbled to herself, turning the tray over in her hands, “And so expensive!” She drop the steaks back into the cooler and began to fish around a bit more.

Kurzversion (1225 Wörter) Die Früchte seiner Arbeit Glücklich, voller fast kindlicher Vorfreude und auch recht zufrieden mit sich selbst, nahm Dr. Ernst Graden, einen Schluck aus seiner dampfenden Kaffeetasse. Während er so in dem geräumigen Behandlungsraum mit diverser, sonderangefertigter Einrichtung und großem Panoramafenster in Richtung des wunderschönen Sees, saß, freute er sich wie eigentlich jeden Tag darüber in dieser Einrichtung angestellt zu sein. Alle Ärzte und Mitarbeiter dieses an einem großen See errichteten Komplexes, nannten diesen Ort meist nur „die Einrichtung“. Selbstverständlich hatte dieser riesige Bau auch einen richtigen Namen. Irgendetwas belangloses, langes das Graden sich nie hatte merken können. Auch war diese Einrichtung offiziell ein Erhohlungsresort und Kurzentrum. Allerdings gab es hier keine Rentner, die ihre Gicht auskurierten, weil das Klima am See so schön war oder Unfallopfer, die eine Reha durchliefen. Nein, diese Einrichtung diente einem ganz

On a hot mid-January morning, her email notifications ping to life. Matilda, staring out her bedroom window, wipes the white dust of a coconut bun on the sides of her shorts, then lifts her phone to get a look at the screen. It’s from the university, and the forwarding list comprises just about the entire cohort of students she’d graduated with. Within the email proper is a long, technical sequence of paragraphs that essentially boil down to the simple question: “Who wants to make their degree actually mean something? Internship as assistant to a physiotherapist available! Apply here!”. So she gives it a shot, and within the fortnight, she finds herself walking into a clinic after she and five other graduates had won spots at different locations. In spite of all this joy filling her life like an ocean, it is cut through by an undercurrent of distraction, of mental fidgeting that causes the month to progress as if in a strange, dawn-out groan. Her thoughts keep turning towards the

Denise was with her older sister jade Jade was the cheerleader captain and was the most gorgeous girl at school Denise wanted to be like her so when Denise had the chance to join the cheer squad she accepted immediately Denise made fast friends with the other cheerleaders especially Patricia and Celeste but Denise had no idea what she was in for the end of part one

Chapter Forty-One “The crabs!” Victoria moaned. “They’re everywhere!” “Yelling won’t do any good,” I chided her. “They have no ears.” In response, she hugged me by the waist and held me close, no doubt acting the part of the princess in need of rescue she so desperately wished to be. “How shall we ever escape them?” Victoria pressed her head slightly between my breasts to look me in the eye. “I don’t want those foul things violating my body again. What if they pinch?” “Fire might scare them off,” Lesh mused. “One of you’s got to know how to start one. Vicky? Deep Purple? Tell me you can get a fire started.” “Start it with what?” I asked. “I can barely see my fingers, much less any kindling.” “Fuck,” Lesh kicked a palm tree (and I heard something skitter deeper into the darkness). It seemed a new thought came to her, for she gripped the trunk and gave it a shake. “That’s it… we

(A commission for LarryGollad) [Jeff meets a woman who was broken up with having a fat ass, ironically it keeps getting fatter every time they meet up] Jeff made his way down from the hiking trail and into the main area of the park. His hiking stick made a satisfying crunch with every leaf he pressed with it. The cool Fall weather had made his trip up and down the mountain all the more enjoyable. Honestly, he couldn’t think he could be in a better mood. His cheery attitude was made all the more obvious when he noticed the gloomy woman sitting on a bench with her head buried in her hands. Almost feeling guilty for the stark contrast in their moods, Jeff felt obligated to see if he could help the poor woman. As he got closer, he started to notice how attractive she was. While he couldn’t see her face from this distance, he could easily pick up on how curvy her figure was. She was somewhere in the 250 pound range. She had a definite pear-shape with large hips and thighs that spread

Auszug: Alles war bereits aufgebaut. Die Kameras und das Equipment zum sachgemäßen Ausleuchten waren auf die an der Wand ausgebreitete Plane ausgerichtet. Überall in dem für dieses Fotoshooting gemieteten Hotelzimmer schlängelten sich Kabel über den Boden oder es standen Transportboxen für die teure Technik herum. Es war ein sehr schönes Zimmer, keine Präsidentensuite, aber dennoch hatte sich der Auftraggeber nicht lumpen lassen. Gelangweilt saß Tom auf dem ordentlichen, frisch bezogenen Doppelbett und spielte mit seinem Smartphone herum. Seit zwei Jahren arbeitete er schon als Fotograf bei seinem derzeitigen Arbeitgeber. Bis dato hatte er nur einfache Pass- oder Babyfotos oder Ähnliches im Laden machen dürfen. Die Hochzeiten, Geburtstage oder Firmenfeiern, bei denen er in dieser Zeit tätig gewesen war, um Erinnerungsfotos zu schießen, konnte er sich an einer Hand abzählen. Von richtigen Sessions mit Promis oder Models gar nicht erst zu reden. Im Grunde geschah nie etwas Aufregendes

(A commission for MCS) (This story is a sequel to "Lily's Insatiable Thanksgiving", be sure to check out that story too!) [Lily's found another buffet deal. Sure the ussbbw pear is over 1k pounds, but who can say no to an opportunity like this?] The van screeched to a halt outside of the Pine Lake shopping center. Lily’s belly let out a growl that rivaled the van’s engine in terms of volume. *GROWLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL* “Finally we’re here, I’m STARVING,” Lily said to herself, giving her belly a quick pat. Eager to get some food in her “poor little” belly, she started shifting her way towards the back of the van, sliding along on the van’s floor. Her blubber jiggled and sloshed as she scooted forward on her megaton ass. The entire vehicle rocked back and forth as she leaned from side to side. Suddenly… *POP* There was an explosion outside the van and the vehicle tilted slightly to one side. Lily gritted her teeth. She had just popped one of the van’s tires. The rear door opened

I shared a knowing look with Aniya and Victoria before giving a reply to the three intruders in our room. “So you three saw an orc,” I said as neutrally as possible. “Why are you acting so calm?” Pixie slapped her thigh in frustration before pointing outside. “We saw an orc woman – an orc. Don’t you get it? These boar-toothed brutes are on the island! What if they harass us and call us names and – it’ll be like the Starter Resort all over again!” “I don’t want to go through that again,” Bobette moaned. “What do we do?” asked Lydia. I stretched my body against the hammock to get the last hints of fatigue out of my limbs. The sun was shining through the fluttering leaves into our window, leaving a square of light sparkling on the opposite wall. It had been the first good rest I’d had since my mission had begun – so good, in fact, it was impossible for me to feel concerned for anything at all.

Here's part 1 for any new readers. Previous Part here! Rachel "Are you sure you want to read it here?" Margaret, the brunette girl who was now my best friend in the world in addition to my girlfriend, whispered in my ears on the crowded plane. Margaret, Ryan, my strong, hunky boyfriend, and I were on route to my brother's wedding in Cabo with the highest of spirits. Yes, we all got together and revealed it to everyone, but most people didn't even bat an eye at us. They were too engrossed with the trial. The trial for those three truly evil ladies in our old sorority who purposely fattened us while recording our most intimate and important moments on a dark web livestream. That wasn't the end of their depravity; no, they were ruthless and needed even more wealth, and soon they had a basement in the second chapter of their sorority, where they imprisoned and fattened many girls, including myself, for the joy of their equally immoral customers. Margaret was actually working with them