Director tier says 'used to be huge story' is to be continued, so continue it will.
Sales pitch, but if you pledge director tier and want something I can do, I will prioritise it.
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‘“Do this again?!’, you better pick your next words more carefully,” spat Hitomi from her reclined position on the bed, staring daggers.
“I’m not DOING anything. Are you asking if I intend to have dinner? While we’re on holiday?
“Then yes. So What. We’ve got the week here before my appointment, so what if I want to relax” she said, her hand undercutting the intended message by idly rubbing her enlarged midsection.
It sure looked like she’d been doing something, it looked like she’d been ordering as much room service or takeout as possible, washing it down with litres of cocktails, then ending the night a huge bloated mess taking up more than her half of cheap hotel bed.
“Now get me my phone. If you don’t like it you can go home, this is MY trip anyway” Hitomi said acidly, not willing to give an inch.
If she wanted to ‘do this’ every night, nothing was going to stop her.
As her unwilling accomplice went to the ensuite to fetch her phone, Hitomi realised what her idle hand had been doing and cursed under her breath.
Through the gap of her huge fake tits, Hitomi saw the upper hemisphere of the ever growing bulge of her new belly and gave it good shake, feeling its weight.
Better buckle up girl, tonight we’re going bigger than ever, she thought, her frown finally breaking as she gazed at her stretched out gut.
Every night, you know the drill.