Andrea's Roommate (Chapter 19) The walk home was hell. Literally hell. "Literally fucking hell!" Andrea grumbled as she held her hand against her forehead, attempting to stave off the frankly outrageous wind they were having. She had tried to hangout for a bit to see Andrea, you know, to say goodbye, but the girl was so damn busy! She hadn't popped her head out in almost fifteen minutes and Andrea wasn't made of time! Well... She kinda was, but damn if the futon wasn't calling her name with it's siren song. So, despite her agonizingly overfilled belly, Andrea gathered up the gumption to march back to their apartment.jerkajerk
Of course, gumption be damned, because it was so windy! Andrea's hand up on her face lead to the tiniest bit of her bloated belly peeking out of her formerly loose sweater, which acted as a sort of windsock, billowing up with wind and creeping up constantly, until Andrea finally had to just hold the damn thi
Adel the Bounty HunterAdel belched. She had been drinking through all of her canteens the entire day just to keep herself hydrated while she waited for the target to show up. Now that the sun was finally beginning to settle, she didn't have to feel like she was sitting inside a baking oven on high any longer. She pat her rounded stomach, which was firm and taut with fat and water both. She belched again. It felt good to let it out now and then, manners be damned to hell and back. A little mewl started to creep its way up her throat, that tickle of excitement she got whenever she was bloated or stuffed this big, but she managed to swallow it back down. Now was the time for business, not pleasure. She refused to mix the two, as one was meant to lead to the other, and nothing more.Borin23
As of this moment, she sat alone on a smooth stone beside a dark desert highway. There was not a soul for miles. Cars never rode this way anymore, if many of them still rode at all. Yet she knew that the target would be passing this
Andrea's Roommate (Chapter 18) Working with a hangover was a learned skill. And, coincidentally, this was a skill that Kate did not have. So, groggily and lethargically, Kate did her job to the best of her ability- that is, very poorly. "Yeah, we've got... Uh... This many orders, so, you know... Do 'em." Was pretty much all she could mutter before sneaking into her bosses office and shutting off the lights. Sure, four beers isn't much. But for Kate, it was half a bottle of whiskey. She was in a bad place. Sneaking out on Andrea was easy enough, but she had made the basic mistake of not drinking any water or eating something, opting to go straight to work for the day. The headache had snuck up on her, and it was only by the grace of the Kitchen Gods that they didn't have a ton of work to be done. She made sure everyone knew she was in the office the second they needed her, but, and she emphasized this: "I have complete faith in you ajerkajerk
LilahI was in Taste of China, waiting on Lilah to show up. I was pretty nervous, mildly terrified, this could go horrendously badly, or it could go moderately badly, either way, I wasn't sure I wanted to be there. Only I didn't really have a choice.bob123456789123
I remember the first time I met Lilah; it was at Freshman orientation. I didn't pay much attention to her right away, I don't think she wanted anybody to notice her. They had us all gathered in a small room on the second floor of the union.
I wanna say they were talking about the code of ethics on campus, or something, I don't know, I was more distracted by the girl doing the presentation. Now that chick, I did not mind looking at for a while! Skinny enough, with tits big and firm enough to give even an ass man like me pause, and all this plus a pretty face. Just a good looking, stereotypical, hot chick is how I remember her, make-up caked on, the whole package. Eye candy for sure, and so sweet! Listening to her going on with that
Cheryl's Night ClubbingCheryl smiled when she accepted her third drink, a long island iced tea, her favorite, from a lusty young man passing her by, but winced when she sat back down, accutely aware of how close these shorts were coming to non-existance.bob123456789123
Her rump, overfed and under-worked, fattened up through a consistent theme of overindulgence and relaxation, was terrorizing the seams of these soft, fabric boyshort panties she let masquerade as club attire. She could feel her overfed stomach, fat and well-tended, pressing in front of her, sagging down just a bit more than she was okay with.
She clutched the drink to her chest tightly, pressing it between the plump, generous globes of her chest, resting the bottom of the glass on the convenient swell of her soft stomach, shivering a bit as the cold, icy glass came in contact with the exposed area of her cleavage. She set her back against the wall behind the bench, sliding down, slowly, praying the stitches would stay together, until she felt her cheeks maki