Bigger Booty Foods Novels & Stories

Lounging on the couch, I knew I had one too many drinks of champagne, and on an empty stomach I knew that was also a bad idea. But all the foo d at Natalie's baby shower was fattening! From cakes to lollies to chips to pizza and then twenty nine star hotel food that I just didn't need. Plus this dress was already tight with me holding my breathe like my life depended on it, I knew once too much food got into my stomach. I wouldn't be able to hold it in any longer. Not that I wanted to do this for the rest of my life, the past week I had been doing sixty bicycle crunches as I went to bed. There was a difference, very very small but it was something.

Bethany ends up laughing at herself, “meat… bacon? Sausages… God, I don’t know what I want! My stomach is growling at everything I consider.” I find myself laughing along with her, “right. Name five things that you want apart from the crisps, chocolate and milkshake.” The shifter gene in her baby must be sending her body insane with need for food to help the accelerated growth. “Strawberries and bananas, sausages- the yummy Lincolnshire ones, southern fried chicken steaks and errrrrrrr sour cream and onion pringles,” is her answer. Promising to be quick, I gather up the shopping in a trolley and whisk through the checkout; deciding to walk, I head up to her house in the cool evening air.

Afterwards, when she lay spent and nothing more than a quivering mass of sensitized nerve endings, Troy gathered her in his arms and kissed her lovingly and gently, exchanging the flavors of their sex. "Don't go to sleep, honey." Troy spoke when she yawned. "I made a meatloaf earlier and I want you to get a good meal. I bet you filled up on doughnuts and Coca Cola." He wasn't complaining about her bigger belly and bigger ass...which resulted in bigger tits. But if she was going to gain weight it should be at least due to a healthy diet. "I'm not getting bigger because I'm fat-"

Bethany ends up laughing at herself, “meat… bacon? Sausages… God, I don’t know what I want! My stomach is growling at everything I consider.” I find myself laughing along with her, “right. Name five things that you want apart from the crisps, chocolate and milkshake.” The shifter gene in her baby must be sending her body insane with need for food to help the accelerated growth. “Strawberries and bananas, sausages- the yummy Lincolnshire ones, southern fried chicken steaks and errrrrrrr sour cream and onion pringles,” is her answer. Promising to be quick, I gather up the shopping in a trolley and whisk through the checkout; deciding to walk, I head up to her house in the cool evening air.

You name it, meals, like sushi, kimchi, glass noodles Bibimbap, Bulgogi, japchae, samgyeopsal, army stew, bossam, samgyetang, kimchi-jjigae, banchan, Sundubu-jjigae, buckwheat noodles and teokbeoki. I have what you call too much curves, my boobs are quite huge like the size of a ball. Well not that large large so hey don't start imagining what it looks like"But have just got that hourglass figure . My tolerance for alcohol is world-record worthy, drinking is my thing but drinking with heels on for me is like a death sentence. "So no heels for momma". Even three inches is pushing it. “I call them death traps”. I much prefer no heels, just flats,

"Come on, let me measure it. Fuck Gio, if the girls who are making fun of you knew you had that in your pants, you'd be fucking all the time." "What are you talking about?" Fiona reached out, trying to touch her brother's big fat dick. "Little brother, there are three things guaranteed to drop any woman's panties. A smoking hot body. You don't have that yet, but you're better now than you were before you worked for dad. We just need to get you lifting weights instead of just doing your cardio workout to keep working on the muscles you've started building. You're cute enough, you just need to build on those new muscles. The second thing is being rich, and unless you win the lottery, we both k

“As far as my face is concerned it’s okay. My hair? God it just does what it wants most days.” “You’re curvy,” Jackie said. “You got a figure that most women have to go to a plastic surgeon for.” “Ha, are you kidding? My butt is so big you can set a glass on it and it wouldn’t topple over,” Patty said and laughed. “Oh, come on,” Jodi said. “You got ghetto booty.” “What?” Patty asked. “Ghetto booty. The type of ass men love to grab and slap. They love asses like yours,” Jodi said.

Bethany ends up laughing at herself, “meat… bacon? Sausages… God, I don’t know what I want! My stomach is growling at everything I consider.” I find myself laughing along with her, “right. Name five things that you want apart from the crisps, chocolate and milkshake.” The shifter gene in her baby must be sending her body insane with need for food to help the accelerated growth. “Strawberries and bananas, sausages- the yummy Lincolnshire ones, southern fried chicken steaks and errrrrrrr sour cream and onion pringles,” is her answer. Promising to be quick, I gather up the shopping in a trolley and whisk through the checkout; deciding to walk, I head up to her house in the cool evening air.

My hand finds the pocket of my shorts, a tiny jean that reveals half of my buttcheeks under his shirt, I stop in front of the fridge. A second rolls by, I open the fridge to see it has been restocked with the same brand of dark chocolate I have been binging on. These bittersweet junk must be the reason my breasts appear bigger. And sore too. I barely eat what Brandon cooks even though my appetite has largely improved but I snack on the most unhealthy items I can find.

Bethany ends up laughing at herself, “meat… bacon? Sausages… God, I don’t know what I want! My stomach is growling at everything I consider.” I find myself laughing along with her, “right. Name five things that you want apart from the crisps, chocolate and milkshake.” The shifter gene in her baby must be sending her body insane with need for food to help the accelerated growth. “Strawberries and bananas, sausages- the yummy Lincolnshire ones, southern fried chicken steaks and errrrrrrr sour cream and onion pringles,” is her answer. Promising to be quick, I gather up the shopping in a trolley and whisk through the checkout; deciding to walk, I head up to her house in the cool evening air.