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  • 01/13/19--18:13: B69
  • BigCutie Boberry never ceases to amaze me with her stunning beauty and her mobility despite her ever-increasing and fairly massive size. She is a world-class beauty, no matter what her weight is, although I am very glad she is so gloriously fat these days. Her ass is, let's face it, one of the best on the planet. Here she is just a tad bigger. Enjoy.

    By the way, it you have not visited her site on BigCuties.com, you are missing out!

    Thank you BigCuties.com for bringing us the most beautiful women on Earth.

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  • 01/13/19--18:31: B71
  • Here is the beautiful goddess BigtCutie Boberry of BiCuties.com with her LEGENDARY huge butt. 

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  • 01/13/19--17:56: H117
  • Gigantothelia: the medical condition of having tremendously large areolas and/or nipples.

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  • 01/13/19--18:35: B72
  • Here is the amazing BigCutie Boberry from BigCuties.com and her LEGENDARY ass one more time. This woman is beyond gorgeous.

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  • 01/13/19--17:31: 190113.190112.4789 Maia

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  • 01/13/19--16:37: Photograph 190112.4781 Maia

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    Thank you stock providers, this will be used on HEE.com
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    That McDonald’s double quarter pounder sat in Claire’s stomach like a lead weight.  Laying down on the hot pavement, her current company—simply a stranger going out into the parking lot to get his car—was irking her through his apparent staring.

     The method of his judgement came from his mouth soon enough, “You feel proud of yourself after eating that, or is the grease sliding through your veins giving you second thoughts?”

    Refusing to let that snarky comment slight her, Claire rose her shirt, exposing her noticeable potbelly; as expected, her stomach stuck out slightly from her latest digestive subjugation.  “It felt good going down, it only became a problem when it got where it was going.” She belched loudly, “…Not sure how it’s gonna come out.”

    She didn’t have to look up at his face to know that he didn’t take well to that.

    “There is better food for cheap, you know.” He wryly informs, “Less greasy, leaner meat would probably do your body as good as your appetite.”

    Claire opens her eyes, and looking up at him for the first time her expression brightens, “You think so?  Maybe we should check it out.”

    He slow blinks, looking down at the crumpled McDonald’s bag lying next to her.  Probably reassesses the fact that she was lying on the sidewalk, and in turn also ruminating the fact that she may be at least a little crazy.  He however, bites.  “I was just about to head there myself,” he rubs the back of his neck and rolls his shoulders; apparently, another hard day at… wherever he worked.  He shoots her a look and several seconds tick by before he asks, with visible reluctance, “You want to maybe check it out?”

    Oh.  So he was one of them.  Nevermind she had apparently and obviously just ate, he was just hoping for some company.  “Yeah, maybe I’ll try an appetizer,” Claire teases, and rises to her feet with a grunt, sighing and rubbing her belly.

    “I’m glad that you enjoyed it.” He elicited timidly.

    Claire forced another belch, leaning back into her seat, and before her, her massive belly splayed out on full display; her shirt no longer able to contain the results of her gluttony, it sat fat and huge, fully exposed and spilling across her lap like an overfilled water balloon.

    “I didn’t expect it to be so good!” she surrendered, rubbing that giant mound, “That first order came so quick, I figured I would try something else… and then something else.  You’re so polite and sweet to wait on me, it’s been real fun, you know that?”

    He looks up from his phone.  His expression was long suffering and tried patience, though he smiles, “I didn’t have to wait long, you… inhaled that shit.” His laugh is genuine, and immediately shatters his nervousness.  “I wonder if we could have gotten a discount for ordering family size!” 

    They both share in a hearty laugh at that.  He wasn’t a bad guy, rather plain, however him currently pushing through his social anxiety was making him rather animated.  

    Rubbing her full belly, Claire found this immensely entertaining, as he follows up, “Ordering for you, myself, and that huge appetite of yours.  Maybe we should have went to a buffet and cleaned them out!”

    “Maybe next time,” she elicits with a small smile, and his cheeks warm under the commendation.

    “Maybe.”

    . . .

    After exchanging information properly, he drops her back off where she had began, and Claire lays out on the concrete, as she had before, huge belly exposed and arms behind her head.  However now her shirt simply had no hope whatsoever of covering her enormous belly.  Her breaths came deep, it’s like the lower parts of her lungs simply where too compressed by the girth of a stomach nearly too big for her abdomen to contain it.

    “Excuse me, are you alright?”

    A woman’s small voice is heard somewhere behind Claire—rather, near her head, same thing, right?  The sound of footsteps—heels, by the clicking– draws nearer and the personage of the voice, a small Asian woman in a suit—office job too, like the other guy?–  came into view, looking prominently worried as well as a touch curious.  “Do you need a hand?  Trust me, I know how easy it is to get stuck there, my two-year-old was a huuuge baby, too!”

    Baby?  What did that have to do with… oh.

    Yeah Claire catches on right quick and in a hurry, stroking her motherly orb of a belly, “You’re telling me.” She stifles a burp behind her fist, as some of her current conquest comes up and into her mouth, she grimaces though she quickly hides it.

    Not quick enough, “Feeling sick?”

    “Starving.” Claire bemoans, then blinks, no she had not been offered food, wait what did that woman say?  “—Oh no I’m not sick.  Just hungry.”  She gives the woman a proffering look, pausing for her to take the hint.

    “I was just about to pick up dinner,” the woman admits—

    “How about a buffet?”

    Just like that.  Another one.

    . . .

    Claire stood at a metaphorical precipice, her spirit looking down upon her greedy little herself, stomach beyond full and mind beyond blown.  She herself, from her lofty height, was mindblown by how blown her mind was by how achingly STUFFED she was.  The entire ordeal in itself was mindblowing, which fed into the blownness of her blown mind, and how mindfully mindblown she was of this blown state.

    Words failed her.  Literally.  Drawing enough air to vibrate her vocal cords in order to produce audio was a chore in and of itself; presently, Claire gripped the edges of her seat with both hands, her back arched in her seat and the incredible girth of her overfull stomach pushing her legs apart as it sat heavily in her lap.  Very faint stretch marks now danced across the taxed expanse, the tortured skin now shining faintly in the dim lights of the restaurant. 

    Claire’s current company was a social worker.  She had asked her a ton of questions about who she was and what she did for a living, her struggles living in the neighborhood that she lived in, things to that nature.  Claire wasn’t poor but she certainly wasn’t rich, no she had no problems, no she had no car, yes kids… God.  It was embarrassing, the way the woman looked at her as if she were some poor little orphan she had picked up off of the streets.  No, Claire was just a greedy little pig that was looking for excuses to be taken out to eat.

    She almost nearly regretted her current… state of affairs, however.  Every movement came with the threat of tearing her diaphragm or flat out rupturing her stomach like an overfilled balloon.  Damn.  Not that she could move much anyway, it felt like she was carrying a heavy backpack reversed to sit in front of her.

    Claire’s current company was observing her carefully, with a small smile, “When are you due?”

    Claire massaged her titanic gut for several seconds and threw out a random date, somewhere in the ballpark of a week from that day, “I’m about ready to pop, I swear to you, I’m not gonna make it!”

    She wished those words weren’t so true goddammit. 

    .  .  .

    Getting dropped back off where she had began, she is surprised to find the lady waiting eagerly to open her door for her, “You barely made it out of that restaurant on your own two feet, Claire!” she laughed, both opening the door and giving her a hand, “I suggest you get some rest.. you sure that you don’t need a lift?”

    Claire shakes her head, declining, “Someone is coming to get me here soon, I was just enjoying some sun,” she acceded, and for the first time that day, tells the truth, “It’s chilly, and I like that, but when the sun is out on days like this it reminds me ‘It’s Florida, Claire, this ain’t the Northern Midwest, when the sun comes out it’s gonna feel nice no matter what!’”

    The woman—gawd, what even was her name, she forgot— laughs, as she takes Claire by the hand.  She also lays a dainty little hand on Claire’s belly as she does so.  Her fingers are very warm, and there is this… energy, that gives Claire goosebumps.  When she is fully out of the car, that hand stays there, and the woman stares at her for the longest while, simply rubbing her giant belly, before looking into her eyes, “Next time you feel like hanging around… well you know where I work, maybe we can go out sometime?”

    That sounded like a come on, like a double entendre.  Go out to eat, or go out on a…

    Claire actually regrets when the woman draws her hand away, brushing Claire’s arm near the  elbow before she gets back in her car, and with a wave, pulls off.

    Claire lays back down on the warm concrete, her skin both flush with the chill yet caramelizing with the sunlight that had been hitting it all day.  Her belly rose above her like a small mountain, her feet, and most of the buildings beyond them vanished to the colossal hill of food atop of her.

    Pulling out her phone, she texts her boyfriend, then sends him a picture of herself.  Yeah.. yeah he was going to enjoy the FUCK out of that, tonight.  Tucking her arms behind her head again, the sun was setting by that point however she would be getting outta dodge soon so it was fine.  She is soon dozing, her huge belly gently rising and falling with each breath, the belabored stretch marks that cover its massive expanse deepen in color threateningly with each inhale.  She was going to have to do this again, sometime…

    I feel the need to mention that I have a friend who co-writes my stories, they are just too shy to let me link you to their pages to give them any credit!


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  • 01/13/19--18:37: 190113.190112.4887 Maia

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  • 01/13/19--19:25: Thunder Beast
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  • 01/13/19--18:07: Cthulhu Hot Sauce!
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  • 01/13/19--11:43: Mistake

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  • 01/13/19--16:36: Black Desert Pegasus (HEE)
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    Bella Thorne Shrinking Her Stalker 2 of 2

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  • 01/13/19--16:27: Photograph 190112.4634 Maia

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  • 01/13/19--12:47: Somewhat Alien

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  • 01/13/19--13:36: Eye of the hurricane

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  • 01/13/19--18:57: Tommy's in Trouble

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  • 01/13/19--13:43: Stvoritel
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  • 01/13/19--15:20: Scrap Funtime Chica W. I.P.
  • The best Whack-a-Mole Player!

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