While snacking on a few sweet little goodies, Clara let Mark show her to one of Penny’s 3 bathrooms with a scale. There was one in the rec room where they had just been sitting, but that one didn’t have scale. And the scale was what they needed.
The bathroom was a quite small, and Clara was not really aware of her own bulk. They should have gone upstairs to the master bathroom, but Mark knew that getting Clara up the stairs might take a while, and he didn’t want to go through all that. And so, Mark wedged himself in behind her, his hip gently nudging a love handle.
Clara peeled off her stretched-out tank top, and starte
When he asked Clara what she wanted to eat next, Mark wasn’t sure how much more she could really eat. She was impressively greedy, but she was still a human. But 2 hours later, he was still wondering. As he kept serving her more and more of his creative treats and confections, she continued to gorge herself, becoming friendlier and more sociable with each morsel that disappeared into her hungry mouth. Finally, Mark got bored.
“You want to see the rec room?” He asked Clara, grabbing a bag of potato chips from the cupboard . His shirt rose up a bit as he reached for the snack, revealing the base of a toned, tanned back. Th
Mark awoke the next morning to the sound of Clara’s sing-songy voice calling his name. He had only gotten about 3 hours of sleep last night, as he had made the mistake of telling the girl he was hired to help that he wanted to apply to culinary school. Since then, the astoundingly greedy teen had kept him up nearly all night, demanding more and more snacks, constantly comparing his work that of her professional chef’s back home. “Paolo makes this with twice the butter!” She kept nagging him. “Paolo uses much more garlic!” Paolo this, Paolo that. Mark was dreading trying to satisfy the spoiled Clara with bre
“Hey, hey” Mr. Thorne said, patting his wife’s hand as he pulled their minivan out of the driveway “It’s okay, it’s good for her”
See, the Thorne’s had just dropped their 18 year old daughter Clara off at her single, childless aunt’s house for the next year. Clara, who had graduated high school but showed no signs of starting college or a career anytime soon, could be… a bit of handful. And while her wealthy parents had never minded caring for their daughter, they wanted to spend some time in Europe, and they just couldn’t drag Clara around the continent. So they left h
While snacking on a few sweet little goodies, Clara let Mark show her to one of Penny’s 3 bathrooms with a scale. There was one in the rec room where they had just been sitting, but that one didn’t have scale. And the scale was what they needed.
The bathroom was a quite small, and Clara was not really aware of her own bulk. They should have gone upstairs to the master bathroom, but Mark knew that getting Clara up the stairs might take a while, and he didn’t want to go through all that. And so, Mark wedged himself in behind her, his hip gently nudging a love handle.
Clara peeled off her stretched-out tank top, and starte
When he asked Clara what she wanted to eat next, Mark wasn’t sure how much more she could really eat. She was impressively greedy, but she was still a human. But 2 hours later, he was still wondering. As he kept serving her more and more of his creative treats and confections, she continued to gorge herself, becoming friendlier and more sociable with each morsel that disappeared into her hungry mouth. Finally, Mark got bored.
“You want to see the rec room?” He asked Clara, grabbing a bag of potato chips from the cupboard . His shirt rose up a bit as he reached for the snack, revealing the base of a toned, tanned back. Th
Mark awoke the next morning to the sound of Clara’s sing-songy voice calling his name. He had only gotten about 3 hours of sleep last night, as he had made the mistake of telling the girl he was hired to help that he wanted to apply to culinary school. Since then, the astoundingly greedy teen had kept him up nearly all night, demanding more and more snacks, constantly comparing his work that of her professional chef’s back home. “Paolo makes this with twice the butter!” She kept nagging him. “Paolo uses much more garlic!” Paolo this, Paolo that. Mark was dreading trying to satisfy the spoiled Clara with bre
“Hey, hey” Mr. Thorne said, patting his wife’s hand as he pulled their minivan out of the driveway “It’s okay, it’s good for her”
See, the Thorne’s had just dropped their 18 year old daughter Clara off at her single, childless aunt’s house for the next year. Clara, who had graduated high school but showed no signs of starting college or a career anytime soon, could be… a bit of handful. And while her wealthy parents had never minded caring for their daughter, they wanted to spend some time in Europe, and they just couldn’t drag Clara around the continent. So they left h
A New Fat And Spoiled Future by Borin23, literature
Literature
A New Fat And Spoiled Future
(Fire Emblem Awakening)
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When Chrom saw off Lucina after the war's end, the young king made a personal vow. The daughter who had fought alongside him was a Lucina raised in a ruined future where she had not been allowed to live a fulfilling childhood. After losing both of her parents, Robin and himself, the future Lucina had been forced to mature quicker than most, spending her fleeting days mastering swordplay and struggling to survive rather than having fun or performing royal duties. She'd ultimately become one of the bravest, strongest warriors that Chrom had ever had the honor of meeting, and yet she was still his own daughter. Chrom
When Mari introduced me to her family, I had no idea what to expect. She'd told me little about her mom and sisters, and done a lot to keep us separate. Three years together, and I'd only seen pictures, old pictures.
Never knew why until that day.
She'd visited with them plenty on her own, which was good; it meant there'd be no lengthy explanation of what the hell happened to her feminine physique.
See, in the three years I've dated Mari, she's changed. Grown as a person, specifically, into a fatter one. I like to think it's because of my encouragement; at least once a day, I manage to get my thick-bodied, dramatically-curvaceous girlfrien
Hey, I'm brand new and will be glad to consider any request! I'll write short stories separate from or related to the Clara saga. I draw or write whatever you want, just suggest it! Thank you!
You replied to a comment of mine. It's pretty much what you said, I don't like the look of nipples and I'm fine with a picture of boobs without them drawn.