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And she was finally going to see them. Dana was a blonde bombshell. 38 years old, she stood 5' 6", with curly blonde hair that fell past her shoulders, and blue eyes on a slender face. Her slender face matched her slender, toned body. She weighed all of 120 pounds soaking wet. Most of that was on her upper body in the form if 38DD tits that stood up firm and high. Her summer tan was fading but there was still enough there to make her blonde hair stand out.

Edward was a little surprised by Liah's behavior, but soon he didn't have time to care about it. Liah had a deceptive oval face, but perhaps because she didn't exercise often, her upper body was still a little fat. Of course, these are evaluated according to the standards of the entertainment industry. Liah is 1.65 meters tall and weighs 105 kilograms. Among ordinary people, she is considered normal or even thin, but in the entertainment industry, she is considered fat. Edward originally thought that Liah would lose a little more weight after the half-month course training, but unexpectedly, she looked even more plump than when he first met her.

"Is Erlinda and I pretty close to the same size, weight, and age?" Beth thought for a moment. "Well, I think Erlinda is maybe 5' tall. She must weigh about 114. I think someone said she's about 26 years old." "How about you," she asked Molly. "Well, I'm 5'1" inches tall, I weight 112 lbs, and I'm 24 years old," Molly said. "Whew! What a match up you two would be! "Greg breathed excited at the thought. "I don't know," Molly said becoming concerned that events were moving too fast.

“Significant weight. He barely eats. He doesn’t sleep. He works constantly. Not productively, not healthily. Just… relentlessly.” Lily swallowed. The image rose unbidden: the trending video she’d watched more times than she admitted. The sharp lines of his face. The way his suit hung just a little looser than it used to. “I noticed,” Lily said quietly. “In the video. He looked… thinner.” Eileen nodded once. “That video didn’t show half of it.” Silence stretched between them, heavy but not hostile. Then Eileen leaned forward slightly. “Do you want to know the truth, Lily?”

“She’s fat. I’d rather die than be caught that big. I’m five-nine. Fourty-five kilos.” My stomach clenched. Then she turned her smile on me—saccharine, practiced. “Close your eyes,” she said. I obeyed, heart thudding. Her hand was steady as she drew eyeliner on my lids. “What do you weigh, Summer?” I flinched. “Steady,” she murmured. “…Sixty kilos.” I whispered, hoping she didn’t hear. “Sixty what?” My fists curled. “…Sixty kilos.”

A pyramid of customers bringing friends creates all kinds of different-looking visitors on the floor, and the fattest woman Jamie finds is Elis. Elise is the best friend of Irie Haruka, a beautiful student from Japan who is dating the youngest son of the Whale family, a conglomerate from Malaysia. Elise is an ordinary girl who is friends with Irie, Elise's body is quite big, although she can't be said to be fat like what Sebastian wants. Elise weighs 60 kg with a height of 145 cm, short and chubby. Types of stunted children in toddlers due to lack of nutrition. From her appearance, Jamie was sure that this girl was from the common people. Money sure could silence him.

Her long dark hair, which much to her daddy's chagrin, she kept more often than not pinned up, when let loose fell, in a cascade of dark beauty just past her shoulders. There was precious little that was not perfect about Ellie physically, and that included her well sculpted figure. She was small, at only 5' 3" and 117 pounds, but was well put together; her nicely sized 32 B breasts, and gorgeous perfectly shaped ass, which was neither soft and squishy, nor hard and solid, but somewhere balanced perfectly in between, garnered her much attention.

I thought she'd look great in anything, but thankfully did not voice that thought and add to my embarrassment. "Yep," she sighed. "Aside from the obvious," she said, gesturing non-explicitly in the neighborhood of her chest, "I'm only one meter sixty-eight, and I weigh too much. The height I might get away with, but I like eating things, like the bitterballen I'm going to order in a minute, too much to start living life as a scarecrow." "You are not fat!" I said, incredulous. "In the eyes of a real fashion house? I'm a blimp," she said matter-of-factly, without a shred of remorse.

Bella. “Next we have Isabella,” the auctioneer announced with lecherous smile. “She turned eighteen two weeks ago. Height: 5’7 with a sweet weight of just 58kg. Her boobs are 32 inches, her waist is 22 inches, and her hips are a generous 39 inches.” He rambled off without glancing at the paper containing my details.

Part 4 That afternoon, the kitchen of the Barack family home was filled with the aroma of freshly brewed herbal tea. Elise was busy carrying a tray with a cup of tea for Mr. Abraham. Her appearance was simple yet captivating. Standing at 160 cm, her petite frame appeared graceful. Her shoulder-length black hair was always neatly styled, even though her face was rarely adorned with makeup. Her gaze was gentle, suggesting a patient personality, though her heart often harbored feelings of unease.