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In a coastal region there is a Belle terre town, with an ancient culture distinct from the others, which encouraged women to gain weight, a well-fed woman would give strong children, so the men ate enough and the leftovers, and most would go to the women, this culture was very old, and over time it was shaped, the city being very touristy, encourages tourists to gain weight, everyone who goes there comes back with a little extra fat, and one of those unlucky or lucky tourists , was Elaine's family a 40 year old mother, and well preserved for her age, with two daughters Kelly and Emma, ​​Kelly just graduated from high school, she was one of the popular girls at her school, for her thin body and slim waist, with a nice pert ass, and nice b-cup boobs, weighing only 140lbs, Emma was the big sister she is chubby compared to her younger sister weighing 190lbs, most of her weight went to the breasts, and belly, making her have a D-shape and apple, her fat belly always formed a muffin top

Guests: Alex: a typical rural girl, 5′ 7″ tall , weighing 165 pounds, with red hair in a braid that goes just over her shoulders, light brown eyes, in the day she wore a slightly baggy jumpsuit and underneath a long pink top. Sabrina: Alex's friend, 5′ 3″ tall, weighing 135 pounds, dark brown hair over her shoulders, dark brown eyes, the day she wore it black plaid skirt with a belt and a gray blouse. Katie: a 5′ 11″ tall fitness woman weighing 175 pounds, with a well-toned thigh and ass, with dark hair in a short ponytail with green eyes, in the day she wore black leggings and a black long-sleeved blouse. Vivi: a 5′ 5″ tall ,blogger weighing 132 pounds, with flowing blonde hair, blue eyes, in the day she wore a tight white dress that showed off her curves. Fred: Vivi's boyfriend, a successful young man who was invited to visit the factory and took his girlfriend along. Lissa: more like a librarian, 5′ 7″ tall weighing 175 pounds, with long light brown hair and light brown eyes

As a receptionist, it’s all so methodical that once the appearance of its complexity rubs off, the job is exposed as nothing more than mere routine – a systematic and unsurprising list of tasks that she comes to know like the back of her hand in a matter of about five days. As soon as her shadow shifts conclude, she sends her bank details, tax file number and superannuation forms over to the finance coordinator, an older woman by the name of Ruth, and no sooner than a week later she witnesses the beginnings of a cash-flow beginning to trickle into her bank account, a place which was previously barren as a desert. Problem is, it doesn't take long for the mundanity of the tasks to set like clay, and a sense of boredom takes gentle hold of her mind. It isn’t enough to drive her crazy, but it is just powerful enough that she needs to hold it at bay by means of some distraction or other. Quinn will often use her lunch breaks to visit the shopping complex situated across the multi-lane

~nearing the end!!! p a r t e i g h t : limbo In the wake of war, the victor moves ahead into the open clearing of their unchallenged future, doing their utmost to ignore the finer nuances of violences left like dust beneath their boots, while the victims relegate their loss to mythology, quickly, before the pain rises far enough above their ears to drown their spirits. Or, in Matilda’s case, she pushes her loss away into the realms of a masochistic sounding “life wasn’t meant to be easy now, was it?” type one-liner, before the sense of humiliating failure can grow strong enough to flatten the story she tells herself about it. But it’s not for a lack of honesty. To anyone who asks her about what happened, she tells the truth – of course tactfully omitting the embarrassing parts about her grotesque intentions; most importantly how she fattened herself on purpose. Nobody can know about that. ‘Nobody can know about that, okay? I mean no-body,’ Matilda instructs him. Carlile

~ and so the tide begins to turn, and a new era to begin ~ …April, midway through removing her bottle from her bag, looks up to see who the newcomer is. When she gets eyes on Matilda, her face morphs into a photograph of surprise. Ever so slowly, her expression shifts into that of confusion. Matilda makes a helpless, apologetic face, unsure what she should say or do in this particular moment. ‘Ma-tilda!?’ April hisses. Her face is as golden and sweet as it ever was. The spirit within April is reliable, and sound, and if Matilda were the head coach of a team with April in it, she’d trust the girl with her life. God, she’s missed her. April glances backwards over her shoulder, then back at her. ‘Wh– how– where have you been? What are you doing here? I didn’t know you were coming today! Did you tell her? She’s going to kill you!’ Panic crawls up Matilda’s neck. ‘I know,’ she pleads, grimacing apologetically, ‘I know.’ Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to do this today. Her entire