Bigger Butt Foods Novels & Stories

Clearly, these habits were cultivated; even going to a convenience store was something assistants rushed to do, making the celebrities appear spoiled. Not long after, Bella returned with two large bags. Fiona took one and examined the contents—sure enough, there was meat: chicken feet, duck necks, pork jerky, beef jerky, everything. She had to admit, meat was the best snack. The other bag was heavier. How much water had she bought?

"What's funny, idiot?" "You? The gym? You know you've gotta start eating healthy when you start, right? Taking stuffs like vegetables, cream, milk, yoghurt, shit like that, no more krispy kreme, McDonalds", his face was red like he was tryna hold in laughter. "That isn't necessary, it doesn't make me fat so what?" "I know, Bee, you eat all those stuff and you're still sexy as hell but I'm saying when you start exercising, you'll have to cut your intake of those '', he advised.

I continue, “You may feel bloated in your stomach, your breasts are going to swell and show veins, you are going to feel nausea, and you are going to start to eat A LOT.” Jamie bows her head and looks at her body, “O-okay…” I flip the pages, “Since we are talking about eating, we have to be really careful about foods too. There are foods we shall avoid to take.” “There are?” I nod, “Yes, for example, processed junk food; fish with a high mercury level; undercooked and raw fish; raw and processed meat; raw eggs; organ meat; raw sprouts; unwashed produce; unpasteurized milk, cheese, and fruit juice;; alcohol; and caffeine.”

The formula can be seen when a woman breastfeeding her baby, ninety percent better than normal food, or pill nutrition. "Master, why not open a market? Servant 1 sees Oldman Gao, while his mouth and tongue fill by the variant taste of food and beverage; Milk, Chocolate, Tea, Dumpling, Meatbun, Potato, Scrambled Eggs, etc. Five years ago he was a businessman, the idea shows up when his Master was served luxurious food to them.

"Sitting down to eat will give you a larger bosom." On hearing that, I swivelled on the spot, eyes popping. "Will I truly have a larger bosom if I sit down to eat?" She nodded. I ran to the bed, and plopped into the edge setting the tray on my lap. "Bigger bosom, here I come." I raised the cup of goat milk to my mouth, taking a mouthful. "This is so good, Emilia. Do not bring me cow milk anymore. Goat milk tastes better on my lips than cow milk."

They left home to burn fat but returned with lots of fatty snacks such as fried foods and milkshakes. "Haha, this morning's exercise is useless anyway," Gina said, looking at her hands full of plastic bags containing cake, juices, and who knows what else she had bought. She shook her head, amazed by her sister's eating habits. "Come on! Is that stomach or what? It never seems to be satisfied," Celine complained. She, who only carried a glass of chocolate milkshake, refused to carry many packages for her sister. "Who told you to buy so much," she blamed.

He could not fathom how Abigail found it so appetizing. Abigail recalled a conversation with Esther and said, "Mr. Zane, escargot is said to be rich in proteins, and it's quite beneficial for the body. It could be a fantastic way to give your body a little extra boost." She could not help but notice that he was still quite young and had a robust physique that could certainly benefit from such a food.

I snort and she flashes me a smile so bright it could blind me. “First, fruits and vegetables aren’t body-building foods, and secondly Aria, I’ll punch myself in the throat the day that you manage to put aside a greasy burger or extra cheesy pizza, and eat an apple or asparagus.” She opened her mouth to retort but one look from me had her shutting her mouth and looking as guilty as she should be.

She said to herself in front of the mirror that she needed to put in more effort in nutrition and diet and to shrug herself off meat pie and hamburger, Ben’s favorite. The number of junk and soda drinks she had been consuming lately was now contributing to her not-so-good shape, she thought. But on second thought, she said she needn’t do all those exercises to get in better shape. She had seen some women suddenly get a better shape. Or rather got a bigger butt and boobs. But she didn’t encourage such surgery as the risk was too expensive for her to foot.

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.