Wollotta

Clover had decided that it was time to start a fitness regime when she tore through the seat of her pants while bending over to pick up a potato chip that she had dropped on the floor. The pretty, dirty-blonde woman had been stuffing her face relentlessly, as she had been doing all throughout quarantine, but that day she had been especially piggy, getting dust all over her fingers and keyboard. In her feeding frenzy, a chip had gone flying, and her fat ass hadn't been able to resist bending over to retrieve it… and in turn, her pants weren't able to contain her expanding rear end. Enough is enough, Clover had thought to herself. It's time to get back in shape, toot suite. However, she was broke. Her solution was to scour the internet for any quick-n-easy ways to get into shape… she wasn't that big, after all. It was just a bit of a belly, which could be hidden under her extremely long hair and baggy clothing… that, and the fact that her chest and ass refused to stop swelling

Kelly hadn't always been a glutton. She had once been slim-thick, which was how she had earned her job as a hostess. She was half Asian, with tanned olive skin and curled glossy hair that spilled down to her shoulders. She was a fan of fancy jewelry, and despite working an average salary often wore glimmering necklaces, bracelets and rings. Her nails were long pink acrylics, and a lace choker wrapped snugly around her slender neck. She owned a tight gray dress that hugged her curves… especially her ass, which jiggled as she walked guests to their tables. This caught the attention of the bartenders, the bar being on the way to the general seating area giving them a perfect view of Kelly’s tits basically popping out of her dress whenever she moved. The bartenders, male and female alike, wanted nothing more than to offer Kelly whatever she pleased. From her very first shift, they had called her over during quiet patches of the day whenever they got the chance. “Kelly, right? Have a

"Ugghhhh.... I've just about had it with these diets! How am I not losing any weight!" Bailey yells as she looks down and see's shes still 208 pounds. Stepping of the scale with a sigh, she grabs the chub around her belly. "Am I ever going to get rid of you?" She makes her way to the living room, sitting down on her couch as to watch some television. "Hopefully some tv can take my mind off this, it's depressing not getting any results" she thinks to herself while turning on her TV. A fitness model is talking on a talk show. The host is asking her questions, and Bailey wasn't overly paying attention, until one question in particular was asked. "Do you have any advice for the people at home who want to look like you?" This got Bailey to lean forward a bit, wondering what she will say. "Look, you just need to be the best you that you can be, and you'll know you're on the right track if you feel good about it. Not everyone is going to have a body like this!" Bailey took a