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Theresa sank a hand in, gripping and squeezing greedily. She shook her hips ever-so-slightly, rewarding herself with a cascade of unceasing jiggles. She gave herself one sharp spank and then felt her eyes roll back, involuntarily, as sensation washed over her. “Nobody told me it felt this good,” she groaned, her skimpy little bodysuit straining as she swelled out just a touch further. “I mean, they said it was good, but like…” She sank her hand in again, her fingers squeezing soft, fat flesh. “…That kind of, nnnnnnnngh, undersells it.”

She lay sprawled out, luxuriant in that way you can only achieve when you’re freshly showered, cleaned up from a workout, legs completely shaved and rubbing smoothly along soft, clean sheets. Her muscles ached, yes, but her skin was delightfully soft and silky, her socks were blissfully warm. She oozed along the bed, too tired to rise, but too awake to fall asleep, content to just enjoy the sensations that her new body was providing her.

The leotard was one of the best decisions she’d ever made. Keeping her vast and still-swelling lower body clothed was an ordeal in the best of conditions. She’d shredded pants and snapped panties. Shorts had been overwhelmed and stretched to the point of uselessness. Skirts were a fading dream–she’d tried on what should have been floor length and found it pooled around her ankles in front and short enough to be indecent in back. Now, at least, she was technically decent–which was really the best kind of decent, as far as she was concerned.

Her ass was enormous, that much was obvious. But she still liked to say it out loud and watch the looks on people’s faces when they realized exactly how unabashed she was about her huge size. She liked to think it to herself, every time she got a glimpse of the massive pear looking back at her in the mirror. She took pictures of it at every opportunity, and put them together into little collages, or before-and-afters showing how she’d tripled her weight in six months. More than anything though, she liked to put in the time, massaging it with cremes and lotions, taking her supplements every day so that she could make it bigger. And bigger, and bigger. There had to be a stopping point eventually, and most people might have declared it sixty or seventy pounds ago. But while she was a lot of things, a wobbling, orgasmically gigantic pear, for one, she certainly wasn’t a quitter.

“ I…I CAN’T STOP…!! “

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