One Piece WG - Nami's Cook 2Nami sighed as she ran a hand over her soft, pink belly. It stood out from the rest of her, distending forwards and lying upon her lap. It was so large and round now, as if she'd swallowed a keg. She pursed her lips. It wasn't the only part of her that had changed as of late - indeed, her hips felt wider and now her bottom was wider than the chair she sat on. But compared to her stomach, her behind was nothing.More Like This
She'd been gaining weight after all, she realized. Looking at the dishes filled with food laid out before her, she wasn't surprised. When had she turned into such a slob? She had been slowly asking for more and more every meal. Just a little extra here and there. But those little extras added up, and now she was probably eating three times as much as she used to. The effects were clear as day.
"I can't believe I let myself get this way..." she thought to herself, sighing again. She'd always taken some measure of pride in her appearance. Seeing herself changed so much made
One Piece WG - Nami's CookThe seas, for at least the moment, were calm. It seemed like it had been weeks since they'd seen calm weather, but the red-headed Navigator couldn't say she was surprised. This was a Navigator's greatest challenge - the New World. A place that defied all logic and reason - a place that even within the unusual and unpredictable Grand Line seemed impossibly bizarre. But for now they had attained some semblance of peace, which Nami warmly welcomed.More Like This
"For once we're not in the middle of some crazy island or sea fighting for our lives. I'd almost forgotten what it was like..." Nami remarked, sighing as she laid herself back across a deck chair. Her long mane of hair blew in the wind, whilst her body was clad merely in a pair of low-riding blue jeans and a green bikini top. Her shapely hourglass figure was the kind a model might go crazy for - and certainly, it often helped her get her way.
"Nami-swaaaaaaan~!" a male voice sang enthusiastically. Moving in an almost dance-like manner, a blond
The JoggerThis story has effects of weight gain on the female variety. Simple, if you don‘t like don't read. Regardless, take care and have fun. ^^More Like This
A gentle fog hovers over the fine dew coated fields, dissipating slowly as the sun begins to rise into the clouded sky above. The thin mist crossing the finely paved path, it retreats from the young fit woman who has wandered into sight this early Friday morning.
“Ah, my type of morning.” Jen sets her bag on the vacant wooden bench, withdrawing a small mp3 player and a pair of ear buds. “Nothing beats running through a cool morning fog”
Adorned by a loose pair of pink, white striped pants and a matching un-zippered pink hoodie, the outfit contours around her trim athletic figure just pushing 117 pounds. Arms stretched high above her head, her DD-cup breasts are thrust upwards, barely contained in her low cut black sport tank top as the full, round spheres
Fair FoodKatie wandered through the fair looking for her friends. She loved fairs, the smell, the people, but especially the food. Ever since she was little she went to the fair every night it was open for the food. Deep-fried Snickers, Turkey legs, Jumbo corndogs, Elephant Ears, it was paradise. If the fair was even two more weeks a year Katie would be obese. Fortunately, for the beauty queen it wasn't. She was a homecoming candidate her senior year of high school and got a lot of attention from the guys her freshman year at college. Dark brown hair flowed down to her shoulders and a beautiful heart-shaped face with two piercing light blue eyes could melt the heart of any lover of beautiful women. She was a shorty at just 5'4" and was a measly one hundred ten pounds. Two perky B-cups were resting under a buttoned-up flannel shirt that was tied at the bottom revealing her slim midriff. She had Daisy Duke jean shorts in honor of the fair, with a belt that said country girl. The shortsMore Like This