It was everything Maggie could have wanted in a drink, apart from one little flaw: it was 2700 calories per bottle, and she knocked back at least 2 a night.
There was, however, one woman who did not give a damn, and thankfully for the Native girl, she walked in at that very moment.
Despite her earlier reservations about her weight, the billionaire could not help but salivate at the sight and scent of the delectable delights.
But you, you look so cute! When the former A-lister had shown up in Philly, she jiggled like gelatin and was gassed well before a match could get hot; she could not even be counted on to pull off a quick squash match convincingly.
The walls of the elevator were a two-way mirror, which gave Theresa no small amount of comfort; no one would be able to see that she was too fat to use the stairs like everybody else.
The party was going strong, despite only starting a half-hour prior; they had clearly wasted no time in getting rowdy.
Had she looked like that whenever Sadie pleasured her? She should have been full after eating so much, but somehow, her stomach was still begging for more.
They had both expected the Osakan would plump up, but they had never imagined that the former aerialist would join in gaining weight herself.