Engorged Heiress, Part 9Jane straightened up and wiped her forehead. "Can't you just buy loose jeans?" She asked, panting, as the 600 pound rich bitch stood before her in tight jeans and an even tighter black bra, which was working hard to contain her bulbous knockers.Engorged Heiress, Part 9
"Do I look like they make jeans that'd be loose on me? I searched four states and this was the biggest pair of pants that weren't custom-made," Marissa hissed.
"Well, these puppies look like they'll barely last you through breakfast."
"Oh, they won't hold that long," the blob smirked, getting in the elevator and hitting the button for the ground floor with her hu
Engorged Heiress, Part 8Marissa sat on her couch, smiling every time one of her 4 commercials played. She could practically hear the money rolling in, the money becoming food, the food becoming flab on the expansive landscape of her body.Engorged Heiress, Part 8
Crumpling up the empty potato chip bag and brushing crumbs from her sea of cleavage, Marissa belched. Hearing the doorbell ring, she shrieked "Someone get the door!"
She was a bit impatient that day, her mood dampened by the fact that she'd accidentally eaten a sugar-free cake that morning. To make up for the lost calories, she'd stuffed herself to bursting point, and for her that was a pretty damn big poi
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