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Nicole Thompson by plussauvage Brittany wasn’t the only one who was little shocked by they way Nicole seemed to be widening out at an alarming rate. People at work were starting to take notice too, especially as Nicole was always inclined to wear the most alluringly trendy outfits that usually seemed to barely fit her. She was still showing up at work 3 days a week, and some of her office coworkers could swear that she was looking a little softer and more voluptuous every day, and they didn’t always keep their mixed reviews and astute observations to themselves. Usually it was a bunch of gossiping chatter like: “Is it just me or is Nicole’s ass getting bigger?” Asked Zack. “She’s fucking hot.” Said Henry. “I don’t know she seems really out of shape. I can hear her breathing just from walking from one end of the floor to the other.” Gary pointed out. “Seems like she always has a frappucinno in her hand.” Said Gina. “God she makes me sooooo dizzy, I want to grab that ass so bad.” Said Ryan. “Does she not even care? She’s almost always like… grazing through a bag of chips every time I see her at her desk.” Said Diane. “Why are you criticizing her? She’s an absolute knock-out.” Said Dillon. “She’s such a stuck up bitch. It’s so wrong the way she stole James away from Lissett, I couldn't care less if she gets huge.” Said Susan. “Looks like she will if she keeps going the way she’s going, she’s having a hard time squeezing her hips into her chair as it is.” Said Diane. “Her butt is so fuckin’ big.” Said Henry. “It’s a shame, she has such a gorgeous face.” Said Jennifer. “She’s still so fuckin’ hot.” Said Henry. “I wonder what James thinks about all this?” Asked Gina. Most of the time the comments were behind Nicole’s back, but that didn’t always keep her from getting little inklings here and there of what was being said. It didn’t really bother her much, she had already been there and done that, as far as people thinking they know what’s best for her body and health. If anything all that gossip kind of turned her on, and she liked to play up her persona at times. Wearing clothes that accentuated her curves, bending over slowly in front of the vending machine, leaning in when delivering messages to certain desks to emphasize her cleavage, as if it needed empathizing. Even blatantly and unabashedly ordering heavy, high calorie lunches, whether she ate in office lounge or went out to eat with James, just cause she knew how much it turned him on….well, that and the fact she about zero self-control when it came to food. If James wasn’t to fond of the way his male co-workers drooled over his girlfriend, (as it sometimes aroused jealousy with the way she gave them her little borderline flirtatious performances) he would forget about it quickly as Nicole always saved her best performances for him. He certainly didn’t mind doing a Starbucks run for her once or twice, or even three times a day, despite his work load being 10 times what her’s was, and he definitely didn’t mind the way she would seductively sit on his desk with her soft rounded hips packed into too small skirts, like the sexy secretary fantasy that most men can only dream of. It all amounted to work being something that both of them kind of look forward to, it was fun, and wonderfully sexy as Nicole slowly but surely became more and more comfortable with her embellished, inflating figure. It was all more and more of a reveal and a debunk of her own carnal sexual inclinations and kinks that she was developing a lust for and becoming addicted to. “Omigod.” Nicole gasped with a sheepish giggle as she skirmished into a pair of expensive designer jeans. “Do you need some help?” Asked James eagerly as he came around behind her and gave a tug to the open fly of her way too tight pants with his pelvis pressed up against her ass, which was looking deeper and wider and bigger than ever…..and especially hot with the way those jeans were squeezing in on those hips of hers, looking like they were literally ready to burst at the seams at any moment. “Ennnnh…..look at this, there’s (pant) no way.” Nicole cooed as she turned around and attempted to close the gap between the button and button hole and not getting anywhere close due to her massive hips and bulging tan belly that was swelling out in front of her provocatively like risen dough over a bread pan. “Ummm…..i’m sorry babe.” James said as he pulled her close and pressed himself against her. “Is it okay if I tell you I find it incredibly sexy.” God her butt was so big! He could hardly believe it!It just dominated and dwarfed his whole pelvic area, it was so wide yet still so outwardly round…Gawd! It was fuckin’ perfect. “I find it erotic.” Nicole said with a seductive whisper into his ear. Jesus Christ she looked incredible with her too small white tank top riding up exposing her luscious pillowy tan belly and barely being able to contain her gigantic tities. “Do you?” Asked James curiously as he ran hands down her still waist and outward along her doughy, widening hips. “Umm hmm, I’ve decided I will no longer allow myself to have guilt associated with pleasure.” Nicole cooed as she leaned over to the side and grabbed a cigarette from the pack on the bedroom dresser. “Good cause you should never have to feel guilty for turning me on.” Said James as he wrapped his arms tighter around her hips and squeezed her ass as firmly as he could. His hand really just seemed to sink deeper and deeper into her bulging booty like it was so big it had no limit to it’s depth, like it was nothing but a huge luscious, shapely, feminine fat deposit. “I hate dieting.” Nicole said as she was beginning to get visibly aroused after James let go of her ass cause it to bounce back and jiggle wildly with the speed of a self-inflating surveil raft. “I like to overeat…..getting fat can be kinda sexy I get it… let’s be real, there’s something very comforting and wickedly sensual about it.” Nicole said as she plopped her big butt down on the bed, causing the mattress to groan and twinge, and nearly buckle under weight as she lit her cigarette and looked up at him. “God damn Nicole, you have no idea, how hot it is for me to hear you say that.” He said as he sat down beside her, caressed her massive thigh, and kissed her full, glossy lips. “You seriously (cough) wouldn’t care if I get fat… like gain 20 pounds or whatever.” Nicole said as she placed her cigarette on the night stand and rolled over on top of him and continued kissing him lustfully. “Get as…..fat as you want.” James said, almost romantically as he felt her weight ooze into him. “Men think women dream of finding Mr. Right.” Nicole said as she lifted her head up and looked straight into his piercing eyes. “Really we dream of eating whatever we want and Mr. Right not caring if we get fat.” “Well I guess I’m Mr. Right then.” James responded with a charming ‘awe shucks’ smile, that Nicole found irresistible. “Would you like to order a pizza and get really fat with me?” Nicole asked in a sexy, overly ditzy voice as she took a girl puff on her cigarette. “Anything my baby wants.” Said James with a smile.

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Nicole Thompson by plussauvage CHAPTER FIFTEEN In all seriousness it was very, very hard, but James finally faced the music and the long talk with his girlfriend of 4 years. It was sad. Lissett was the one he thought he would marry, and it seemed like he was on the brink of popping the question, until the beautiful Nicole came swooping into his life. It felt wrong….and he knew it was wrong but he just didn’t care. Nicole was the embodiment of every sexual fantasy he ever had, and she was real, and she wanted him, and her feminine powers of seduction were just too much for him to overcome. Lissett was completely devastated, but somehow, all James could think about when he was sitting there watching her cry, was the fact that Nicole Thompson was in his apartment….waiting for him at that very moment, and that would be any man’s wildest dream come true. It was a dream James didn’t want to wake up from, it almost felt like an escape from reality, and he was ready to doze off as deeply into it as he could, and he couldn’t care less what he might sleep through as a consequence. After everything went down and everything came out about James’ and Nicole’s love affair, people began to look at them differently. James’ reputation as a standup, respectable guy took a bit of hit, as most people made the assumption that he was thinking with his dick rather than his brain. At work they looked at Nicole almost like a home wrecker, a conniving, bimbo, floozy, who just used her looks to get what ever she wanted, even though she was the one getting the divorce. Nicole’s parents weren’t too happy either, and they thought their daughter was being a little hasty in throwing away a marriage to a ‘doctor’ in less than two years. Her Mom of course passively aggressively criticized Nicole’s inability to stay in shape as reasons for her lack of passion with the slim trim health conscious Greg, and James’s parents were a little heartbroken as well. Lissett had become almost like a daughter to them, and one look at Nicole, with her va-va-voominess, and they exactly why their son was swayed, and they thought he was making a tremendous mistake, like he was viewing beauty as just skin deep, giving into temptation and not delivering himself from evil….for thine is the kingdom….blah, blah, blah and all that jazz. “Well…whatever….they just don’t know what we have, I say fuck em.” James said to Nicole as they discussed some of the less than approving looks they had been getting at work, as they laid in bed in the mooring. “Was that James Rolland saying the “F” word?” Nicole asked with an eyebrow raised. “And I thought you were the bad influence.” She added with a devilish smile. “I really don’t care what anybody thinks…I just want to be with you.” James said as he turned to her and ran his hand over the soft contours of her sinfully gorgeous body. “I just want to be with you too……but you have to take me out to breakfast.” Nicole said with some excitement as she sunk her claws in him and gave him a kiss. “My pleasure.” James said with a smile before returning her kiss with an even more passionate one. “And then back here for dessert.” Nicole responded with twinkling eyes between kisses. “Mmmm, definitely my pleasure.” James said as he suggestively explored more of her alluring curves. “And then you have to take me out to lunch……and then dinner.” Said Nicole as she sat up and ran her fingers through her magnificent voluminous hair. “And then dessert again.” James said with a smile as he gazed at the substantial belly roll that was protruding over the waistband of Nicole’s panties. “Oh James….now you’re speaking my language.” Said Nicole as she heaved herself up and smiled down at him. Her skin looked flawless and gently tanned and just incredibly soft all over. Her belly was even starting to look a little more than chubby with the way she sported a deep set bellybutton and love handles that spilled over the sides of her pink thong and completely dominated her petite little rib cage. Most of her weight still appeared to settle in her truly enormous thighs, hips, and booty, but her breasts were nothing to just glance at either. They were huge, yet perfect, well-rounded, well-proportioned, yet they looked almost too big to be real. Her entire body almost looked too big to real in certain areas, but James knew better, and her realness was evident in the way she moved. Her entire body seemed to jiggle and wiggle and bounce and quiver with even the slightest shift of her buxom, full-bosomed figure, and James founded it increasingly difficult to keep his eyes, or his hands off her. He was amazed at the way Nicole seemed to settle in and move on so easily from a what you would think would think was a divesting breakup and life changing event. Her parting ways with Greg and the starting of the divorce process however, if anything, made her cling to James even more dearly and intimately. She seemed to want to shut herself out from the rest of the world. From her family, from her friends, she didn’t want to have to deal with all the questions and the rummers, the comments about what went wrong, or how she let herself gain 40 pounds in a year and a half of marriage etc. James was her world now, he turned her on more than another man she had ever been with, and she felt more comfortable with him than she had ever felt in a relationship before. Despite what others might have thought, she was in heaven, and she finally felt free to explore her desires without an ounce of reserve. James loved to cook for her, he loved to take her out to dinner, and she certainly didn’t resist his eagerness to indulge her every desires. Those first six months with him went by in a flash, but not too quickly for her not to put on an additional 18 pounds of sexiness. It seemed that all they did was eat and fuck and explore each other’s kinkiness in ways neither of them had experienced before, and Nicole was really starting to get used to it, and her weighing in at 256 pounds was more than enough evidence of proof. 18 pounds is a good amount of weight, especially in the short time span of just six months, but man…. it made even more a difference than you might think. It really seemed to push her into new territory, as even when she was in the 230 pound range she looked just extra curvaceous, more like that of a plus size model body type, but once in the 250’s, she looked full on fat, bloated and huge. James was a little bewildered by the whole thing. He was surprised at how easily the vain and appearance obsessed Nicole seemed to just eat and overindulge herself without guilt or shame, or even mention off the effects or consequences. Was it out of comfort or boredom? Was she depressed, or was she just happy and in love? He was just flabbergasted how she could be so aware and even comment on delicious treats like, ‘ohmigod there’s so much carbs in this’, or ‘these things are so bad for you’, and then proceed to luxuriate in consuming them. There would be many nights where they would go out to a substantial dinner, then go out drinking, and Nicole would make him stop by and buy her an entire late night meal of fast food before bed. She was buying bigger clothes, he knew that, she wasn’t working out at all, that was for damn sure, and she was very noticeably out of shape with the way she moved and breathed. She was smoking a lot, and she was drinking every night too. Was that it? Was she using alcohol because she didn’t want to think about how fat she was getting? Had she just giving up on maintaining her weight completely? Was she trying to get fat, or was she just in that much denial? James still wasn’t quite sure, but what he was sure of was that however wrong it all may have seemed…he fucking loved every minute of it. “Ohmigod, so good to see you! Lookin’ good girl!” Nicole squealed as she met her old friend Brittany and a trendy restaurant as it was suggested that they get together and ‘do lunch.’ “Uh yeah, wow….you too Nicole.” Said Brittany who was a little shocked by Nicole’s appearance. She hadn’t seen her friend in at least over a year and she could hardly believe the way her ‘hot friend’ from high school, (as she had described her) had blown up to such massive proportions. It was especially evident after a friendly embrace, as she noticed just how soft and squishy Nicole felt, and just how much more of her there was to hug. “Woah, that’s a lot off boob in my face.” She commented as Nicole released her affectionate bunny hug. “Oh shut up….come on let’s go in before it starts getting busy.” Nicole said as she turned and waited for Brittany to open the door. She waltzed in and Brittany followed giving her a clear view of just how wide her friend had become. Wearing painted on jeggings and a pale pink camisole that she wore long and untucked as if to hide her flaring hips, not even her swank faux fur jacket (which looked nearly too small to button) could disguise the epic feminine expanse of her wobbly physique. After the waitress brought the girl’s their orders, Brittany, who was never one to shy away from saying what was on her mind, came straight out and said: “Nicole……you’re lookin’ a little curvier theses days.” “Excuse me?” Nicole asked after she took a long sip of her strawberry daiquiri, somewhat surprised by the bluntness of Brittany’s question. “It’s okay Nicole you look great as always, but I’ve gained weight too, that shit fuckin’ happens.” Brittany said quite playfully which drew a smile out of Nicole…..or maybe it was the daiquiri. “Is it the divorce? I eat when I’m stressed out….wait, you aren’t grieving over that scum bag are you?” “Hell no! And I don’t really fucking care if I gain a few pounds at this point, it’s kinda sexy…I mean it’s not like I want to gain weight, but I find myself not being able to say no.” Nicole responded with a giggle, as she began to gorge herself over her plate of a buttermilk fried chicken breast po’boy and pommes frites (french fries). “Besides, James seems to get more and more obsessed with my body….the…..eh, curvier…I get.” She added with an arrogant smirk. “Omigod yes! Some guys are like that, I think it’s kinda, cute, and kinky.” Brittany said. “It like… really turns him on, it’s like if I gain a few pounds, he’s ready to rip off his shirt and handcuff me to the bed.” Nicole said in a sly devious whisper. “And I mean, it’s hard for me to complain, because, really the sex….Oh. My. God. James is unbelievable in bed, just between us girls.” “Fuck I am so jealous of you right now.” Said Brittany as she eyed the smug look on her friend’s perfect face, that well…..actually was starting to look a little fuller, but it was still just…almost like it was too naturally beautiful but look chubby, despite the hint of a double chin. “I mean, shit… if my man likes me this way, who am I to complain..right?” Nicole responded in a somewhat prissy tone as she mindlessly took another hefty bite of her greasy and decadent sandwich. “Nicole….. but you can’t just give in to whatever he wants just cause it turns him on, you can set boundaries you know.” She added as she witnessed they way she was shoving that rich food into her mouth like she hadn’t tasted anything so delicious in her entire life. “Honestly, (munch, chew) I find myself to be the lucky one.” Nicole responded between bites. “I can eat whatever I want and I know that like any weight gain or whatever isn’t going to cause him to lose interest, quite the opposite actually, it’s like a win win. Oooo, is it hot in here or is it just me?” She added as she shimmied out of her jacket, revealing her arms and vast cleavage just as plain as day and in your face as could be in that skimpy light pink camisole. “Fuck, I guess so! These things are turning into quite the ham hocks girl you better watch it.” Brittany said mischievously as leaned over poked Nicole’s exposed upper arm, causing it to ripple and wobble almost like it was jello. “DAYUM!” She added. “Hey shutup! God you haven’t changed one bit!” Nicole squealed as she shriveled to the back of the booth and clutched herself defensively, casing her massive breasts and pillowy arms to jiggle wildly. “All women should have the right to bare arms.” She added jokingly, yet slightly embarrassed. “Omigod, that’s like the cleverest thing i’ve heard you say.” Brittany said with a chuckle. “You’re right though, most guys are too dumb to even notice if girls gain weight, and if we do they’re just too obsessed with more ass and tities to play with. We’re the only ones who get upset about not being able to squeeze into a pair of jeans or whatever.” She added. “You are so right on, you don’t even know.” Nicole responded deviously. “Some guys even get turned on by numbers going up on the scale! That must be nice.”Brittany exclaimed and then shrugged as she picked away at her salad. “I think it’s kinda…. weird but I have to say it does sound like a pretty..uh.. appealing way of keeping yo man happy. Everybody has their quirky turn ons right?” “It’s starting to really turn me on too.” Nicole said as her face lit up and she wiggled a little ‘happy dance’ while firmly and heavily seated in her greatly depressed cushioned booth as she dipped another bundle of fries into ranch dressing and placed them daintily between her plump lips. “Oh God Nicole, only you would be able to get away with something like this. You got em wrapped around your little finger don’t you?” Brittany asked, almost like she suddenly came to an obvious epiphany. “Well….maybe…” Nicole said coyly as she twirled her luscious dark hair with her dainty, french manicured finger. “Guys really do just always want giant tits and ass…..these days especially, big butts are hot right now. I assume James is no exception.” Brittany said ponderously. “Well or maybe you can just get away with it cause you got a face like a fuckin’ model.” She added with a hint of distain. “Omigod, are you saying I have a big butt?” Nicole asked, pretending to be offended and shocked. “Serouisly Nicole?” Brittany questioned with a raised eyebrow like it was the understatement of the year. “Lucky me…” Nicole said with a self-satisfied flare, as she shoved another ‘bale’ of ranch soaked french fries into her impatient mouth.

“Oh my goodness, I’m gaining too much weight,” she complained as she looked in mirror and put on makeup. “I had to buy size ‘12’ jeans today and even those are a little snug. I had no idea I was getting this big, why didn’t you tell me!” “Would you just give it up already, you look fine!” I said sternly. “Quit your whining.” “Don’t you think I’m getting’ a little too much junk in trunk, I didn’t think I was this hippy.” She stuck her ass out provocatively as she spoke and sheepishly wandered towards me as if she was waiting for me to comfort her. “If anything it’s too small.” I said as I thrust myself against her. In all honesty her ass was getting pretty freaking huge, but I wasn’t about to say that to her. “I feel like such a pig, all my clothes are tight.” She spoke softly as she calmed down and relaxed to touch of my hands caressing her soft petite shoulders. “Well, I do like seeing you in tight clothes.” “Would you care if I got fat?” She asked as she batted her long eyelashes with a little smirk on her face. “Danyel, in case you hadn’t noticed, we live together, and I don’t just move in with any hottie I see around campus.” I got closer and looked right into her gorgeous brown eyes. Her hair was so soft and thick and flowed wildly and gracefully past her shoulders all the way down to the small of her back. Her facial features looked so radiant, so alluring, and so delicate. Her body was so well put together and I felt the fullness and softness of her erotic curves. “I love you, I don’t care what dress size you are,” I declared. I even surprise myself sometimes; I think that was the first time actually said “those words” to Danyel. I probably hadn’t even said, “I love you” to any of my former girlfriends, not even in middle school, but that’s just me, I don’t take phrases like that lightly. Her face lit up after I said that and she planted her full wet lips against mine. I lifted her voluptuous body off the ground and collapsed on the sofa with her on my lap. I knew she had a bit of a fuller figure compared to even a few months ago, but I guess it just didn’t occur to me that her body was that much heavier. Her booty looked and felt huge in the lap of my slight, athletic frame; but I found the contract to be hot. I sort of fancied myself as a kind of “Spartan” man. I had a good build, I was good looking, I was a hard worker, I ate meat, drank my liquor straight and I liked my coffee black. The more I though about it, the more I liked the idea of having a soft voluptuous women by my side as opposed to another stick chick with a well defined collar bone. Danyel was so much more feminine than other girls I had dated. In my opinion a beautiful woman should exude warmth. She should be soft, delicate, pampered, and she should give in to all of her desires. As a 5’5” 164 pound 20 year old, Danyel was all of those things and more. After that perfect kiss, and hearing the words, “I love you” Danyel lost any kind of need to control her appetite. I was happy to see her indulge in every desire she had, knowing that a beauty such as hers could never be diminished. As the days went on, her interest in school seemed to decrease as her dress size increased. This went on to the point where she was considering dropping out of school and buying some bigger bras. She was up to an E cup now and they looked spectacular. “I hate my classes this quarter.” She softly purred in my ear one morning in bed. “I still don’t even know what my major is.” We beamed lustfully at one anther. Our bodies lay side by side on the cozy queen size bed. I didn’t answer her, but instead fondled her silky skin from her fleshy arm to the valley of the side of her girly waist, to the mountain that was her huge rounded hip, covered only by sexy black panties. Winter quarter had come and gone, and Christmas time had been a very boundless time for Danyel, as far as alcohol and food consumption. She weighed over 170 pounds now and wore size 14 jeans. Her beauty was almost getting to be too much for me. It was getting harder and harder to get out of bed and go to class with her lying next to me. I guess she was starting to feel the same way. Her perfect looking face showed little to no sign of weight gain, but I couldn’t say the same for her T & A. It wasn’t like she was a fat girl or anything, at least not yet. She just had a roundness, softness, and fullness to her body that would make any man giddy. “I want you to gain weight.” Danyel took me by surprise when she changed the subject from not liking school to that. She started to gently scratch my somewhat toned abdomen and then lit a cigarette. “You want me to gain weight?” I asked as I gently ran my fingers through her soft beautiful hair. “Yea, it’s just that you're so frickin’ thin! You like, don’t even have a butt!” She said as she rolled over onto her back and blew smoke straight up in the air. “I think you’d look so cute with nice little beer gut right…. here!” She giggled and poked me in the stomach. “Well I’ll just have to drink more beer then.” I said, not really taking what she said too seriously. “Ha, ha, yea, I’m mean, come on, you only live once right!” She sat up with her back against the padded bed board, pushing her soft little belly over her tight panties. “You would look so sexy with an extra twenty pounds or so.” “What, are you tryin’ to fatten me up?” I asked, a little amused. “Oh I will fatten you up, you just wait.” She had that sexy devilish little smirk on her face as she spoke. Normally I would just tell Dani to stop with her nonsense talk, but her beauty was so captivating that I noticed I was giving in to her more and more lately. 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Danyel By plussauvage Chapter One There was nothing subtle or hidden about Danyel’s charms, her beauty was all there, flaming and apparent. Everything about her, the soft feminine facial features, the voluminous dark hair and the body to enslave the soul of any man she desired. Luckily, the man she desired was me. I met Danyel in my second year of college and I had never seen anything like her. She was the most beautiful girl I had ever come across. She had bewitching dark brown eyes and a gorgeous gentle smile with just a little mischief behind it. She stood about 5’4” or 5’5” and she was very, very buxom. I remember seeing her around campus, and overhearing some of my friends talking about her. She had kind of gained the reputation of being one of the hottest girls at the university, which is saying a lot. It’s not often that you see a girl with a face as pretty as Danyel’s without hearing about her first, especially in college. I was happy to finally get a class with her, and even happier when I was assigned a group project with her. I remember when we first met. She was wearing a pair of jeans that were fairly tight on her. They definitely showed off her shapely thighs and butt. Her ass wasn’t small by any means, in fact it was a little bigger than I expected, but I wouldn’t really call it fat. Even in her hooded sweatshirt I could tell she was very busty, but when I went over to the library to work on our assignment it was not her body, but those disarming dark eyes that infatuated me. Her features were so perfect and glamorous, even more stunning up close, she was even prettier than I imagined. She had radiant creamy olive skin and the kind of face that makes people want to get plastic surgery. I didn’t let her beauty intimidate me, but I have to say that when she took off her sweatshirt, even I got a little light-headed. Under that university pullover was a tight form fitting white blouse with buttons undone at the top exposing some very inviting cleavage. As she stood up I saw her famous, perfect breasts in plain view. She was at least a D cup and I could see the outline of her bra through the fabric of her shirt. She had a flat stomach, it certainly wasn’t toned or anything but it did look slim in comparison to her rounded hips and stacked chest. She knew what she was doing when she took off her sweatshirt, and I saw her glance my way a few times. She was giving off this kind of non-verbal flirtation that gave me the impression she was available. A lot of girls flirt with me, but this time I was a little surprised. She was so unbelievably hot, there was no way she was single. Unless everybody just assumes she’s to good for them, or that she’s just too out of reach, too untouchable. Well, there was only one way to find out, and I certainly wasn’t going to let something this good just pass me by. So I did what every other guy in my stupid school was too afraid to do. I asked her if she was free that night. Turned out, she was. * * * * * * * * There was a strong chemistry between us from the beginning and we had an undeniable attraction towards one another. She had an effect on me I had never experienced before. She changed me. She did what none of my previous girlfriends could do. I didn’t even look at other women after I started dating Danyel. There was no need to, she was beyond everything I ever wanted in a girlfriend, and I think that for the first time in my life I was truly in love. So with me at 20, and Danyel at just 19 years old, we were already in a serious relationship. It was amazing how comfortable she was in my company right from the start. We had no awkward moments, no fights, and we could talk about anything together. Danyel was beautiful, smart, and fun to be around, and as I got to know her better it became apparent that I had found the girl I would marry. She was the perfect woman, the perfect girlfriend, one of the few chicks that actually lived up to my, admittedly somewhat delusional standards. If she had any flaw or weakness, it was food. Either that, or her smoking, I thought I smoked a lot until I met her and saw the way she just lit one cigarette after the other. Her problem was just self-indulgence really, and I actually found her weaknesses and vices to be kind of sexy. It was better than being a shopaholic, am I right? Whenever she got stressed out or impatient like chicks tend to do, I’d just ask her, “Do you need a cigarette?” or “Calm down Dani, you want me to take you out to dinner or something?” I always knew how to make her happy, and I think she liked the way I could take charge of her emotions. Needless to say that with the way she loved to eat, and her addiction to cigarettes, she wasn’t exactly ready to run a 5K anytime soon. In fact the freshman 15 that every college girl fears, crept up on her rather quickly. Now at 5’5” with a relatively petite frame and ample breasts, Danyel was 135 pounds when we first started dating. Her body was starting to change slowly but surely however, and most noticeably in the past several weeks. I was aware that her thighs were starting to fill out her jeans even more than before and that her belly button was looking a little deeper. Her boobs were big and perky like always, maybe a little bigger but I don’t know. The most apparent change to me was the size of her ass. I really noticed it at school when we’d smoke between classes. She’d stand out there with her weight on one leg causing her hips to sort of flare out a bit, making her butt look huge. It seemed to me that she was going to need some bigger pants soon, not that I minded looking at her curvy rear end in jeans about ready to burst at the seams. By the month of April in her first year of college, her first year away from home, she was up to 150 pounds making her “freshman 15” official. As her boyfriend, my thought on her increasing size was……. that I was fine with it. It wasn’t like it was unusual for a girl to put on a few pounds as she gets accustomed to college life and enters into womanhood, and in all honesty I thought her eating habits and weight gain was sexy. I mean it certainly didn’t take away from her beauty in anyway. In fact in my opinion, she looked even hotter with the softer body. And I definitely wasn’t complaining about her ass. Her big, round, ass that swayed back in forth with a slight jiggle as she walked, I found it titillating, who wouldn’t? It wasn’t like she was fat or even chubby, and I knew that you can’t expect a girl to keep the figure she had when she was 18 forever. She was just widening out a little, growing into her curves, and becoming a woman. By the end of the school year we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. Danyel was so in to me that she even dropped out of her Sorority so we could move in together. I don’t think that Dani’s father was too happy about this, but her mom seemed to like me well enough. I think she was just happy that her daughter had hooked up with someone who had his head screwed on straight and a decent job, instead of some idiot frat boy, or another moron from the football team. I didn’t care if Danyel’s parents approved of us moving in together or not, we were both adults, we were going to do it either way. I had found a nice little one-bedroom apartment just off campus that I leased for one year. I could afford it on my own from all the work I did over the summers along with my part time job at the university, but Danyel helped out as well. She had a little 20 hour a week job at a fancy upscale lingerie store that paid pretty well. In addition to that, her parents finally caved and paid half the rent on the apartment along with Dani’s tuition. So it wasn’t like we were hurting for money by any means. We both worked that summer but we a lot fun as well. We loved the apartment and we loved living together. Danyel had more freedom than she ever had in her life and I think she really enjoyed it. I turned 21 that July, and not that it was that hard to get alcohol before, now that I was legal it was just that much easier. Danyel was a good student and a responsible person, but she also knew how to have fun. She acquired a taste for beer and wine that summer, and she could really hold her own when it came to drinking, which I thought was kind of sexy. She even put on a few more pounds just in the summer, but it wasn’t enough for her to shy away from wearing a bikini. It was almost unfair to the other girls with Danyel in a skimpy swimsuit, let me just say that no one came close to even comparing to her. She had a nice tan body that really made you appreciate the fullness of the female form. Although she had a softer belly with a complete lack of any muscle tone, I think it was her incredible waist to hip ratio (aside from her face) that really made her stand out from the crowd. Nobody was in the same league as Danyel in the looks department, which is why I almost had to laugh at the fact she was a little self-conscious of her more cushioned stomach…as if anyone cared… After all the parties, relaxed attitude, and the indulgent lifestyle of the summer, Danyel entered the new school year with a bit of an unwanted paunch in her midsection. She tried to start dieting, but her way of “eating healthier” almost made me laugh, and I guess it never occurred to her to, oh, I don’t know…..exercise? The thing was Danyel did most of the grocery shopping, and it was starting to tick me off when I’d open the fridge and see can’s of Slim Fast instead of beer. “What are you doing, drinking that crap?” I asked. Dani was looking smokin’ hot that day. Her ass was getting pretty big, but it was perfectly shaped and the way she flaunted it in tight jeans gave me the impression that she was a little proud of it. She was definitely looking thicker, but her beauty seemed all the more powerful. I nearly started to swoon as I watched those 32 DD’s in her tight black tank top, bounce their way to the couch. She took a sip from her can of Slim Fast and tossed back her long, thick, dark brown hair. “I’m starting a new diet.” She said “I weighed myself yesterday, and I did not like the number on the scale.” “Yea, and what was the number?” “I’m not going to tell you! You never asked that question to a girl!” She exclaimed as she lit a cigarette. “………….One forty……eight.” I knew that meant more like 155, but of course I pretended like I believed her. “So what! You don’t need to be buyin’ Slim Fast, that’s disgusting.” I said. “I though you were going to get some beer.” “Do you know how many calories are in a bottle of beer?” “No, I don’t, and I really don’t care. I’m not the one who’s on a diet.” “It’s not fair, how come you never gain any weight?” She asked as she playfully blew smoke in my direction. “I don’t know, maybe cause I don’t drink Slim Fast or eat…..what is that?” “It’s a low fat (chew) chocolate cup cake.” “Yea, and I don’t eat low fat chocolate cup cakes. They’re not any good are they?” “Uh, they’re okay I guess.” “I thought Slim Fast was supposed to be and entire meal, isn’t that the whole point of it?” “Hey give me a break, it’s not easy being on a diet.” She said. “Besides I’m just starting out.” “Danyel, you don’t need to lose weight.” “Yea, well my jeans are telling me different so, just support me on this okay.” She tugged on her jeans and slid her widening hips to the back of the sofa. She was sporting a bit of belly roll above her waistband, and her thighs looked especially big, but she looked good. She had really nice curves and I really didn’t see a need for her to diet at all. “Alright, alright, but you need to stop buying all these diet foods, and I don’t feel like giving up beer anytime soon so-“ “Okay, I won’t.” She said as she finished her oxymoron of a cup cake health food. “Actually I could go for a beer right now, this diet is killing me.” I don’t think that Danyel’s so called “diet” helped her lose any weight at all. She could never follow through on stuff like that. She would eat her “health foods” but at the same time she was smoking cigarettes, and drinking wine, which never made any sense to me. She usually ended up eating take-out with me by the end of the day anyway. I could tell that she hated trying to maintain her weight. It wasn’t like she was miserable; she just wasn’t quite as perky and fun as she used to be, especially in the bedroom. She only lasted a couple of weeks before she gave up. I don’t think she lost any weight, maybe a pound or two. I knew she was done with trying to control her eating habits when I came home and saw her with a bag of Jack and the Box. She was sitting on the couch, sipping on a chocolate milkshake and wearing a dark grey knit tank top with skinny straps and the transparent lace sides, which exposed her tiny tan love handles. It was a gust of fresh air to see her like that, especially when she had a few of her shirt buttons undone to give her huge seductive breasts a little breathing room. “Oh good you finally came to your senses.” “I have decided that me and dieting (mm) (chew) don’t mix. Dieting and women don’t mix,” she declared as she dipped one fry after the other in ranch dressing. “Tell me about it, you were really starting to get annoying. You are way too pretty to be dieting.” With a new year of school underway Danyel and I settled in nicely to a little routine. We scheduled our classes and work around the same times so we could spend as much time as possible together. It was so nice living with her, the apartment was working out wonderfully. We started out cooking a lot of meals at home now that we shared the same kitchen. Danyel wasn’t really much of a cook, she liked to make brownies, and chocolate chip cookies and stuff but that was about it. She didn’t really like to do the dishes either, so as time went on, we used the kitchen less and less and went out to eat more and more. We both had pretty hectic lives and we didn’t have time to think about food much, at least I didn’t. It seemed lately that food was all Danyel thought about. She was almost always snacking on something and with her complete lack of any physical activity, pounds and pounds were accumulating on that perfect body of hers, but what of it? As far as I was concerned she looked great, if not even sexier with the extra softness in her body. 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Nicole Thompson by plussauvage CHAPTER FOURTEEN James felt so guilty about Lissett, he felt so guilty in general, like he was turning his back on his faith. He knew they couldn’t go on this way for long, but how could he handle a situation with married woman like this? He felt stuck and it was eating him up inside, but he just couldn’t stop himself. Nicole’s beauty was just too powerful to resist. I mean he was only human…no man could resist that shit. All that being said, James knew, sooner or later, something had to give….they way they were going something had to happen….and something did. “Nicole, you dropped your phone on the garage floor last night.” Greg said as Nicole stumbled into the kitchen in the morning, still only half awake, wearing nothing but her nighty camisole and a pair of extremely skimpy cotton sleep shorts. “What? Ohhh my…..” Nicole said as she stretched out her arms and yawned. “You drank too much again didn’t you. What time did you get in?” Greg asked in an increasingly interrogating voice. “I don’t know…..not that late.” Nicole answered with an eye roll as she rummaged through the pantry, giving her husband a straight on view of her massively wide and bulbous donk, and pulled out a box of donut holes. “I went through your text messages Nicole.” Greg said directly as he placed both hands firmly on the counter. He watched as she plopped a donut hole between her succulent lips like she didn’t have a care in the world. “(mmm, chew) Wha-?” Nicole began to question before getting cut off. “Don’t lie to me, I saw everything.” Said Greg as he as he eyed her expanding thighs which looked absolutely enormous, exposed almost up to her ass in those way too short pajama shorts. “Greg-“ Stammered Nicole, still with a mouth full of donut. “Don’t talk, okay Nicole, I don’t want to hear anything you have to say.” Said Greg as he turned and paced to his left. She looked so bloated, so curvy and yet so attractive that he just couldn’t bear to look at her for a second longer. “It wasn’t anything that-“ Nicole tried to half-heartedly plead her case before again getting shut down. “‘I adore you James? I want I want I want you!’” Greg said, repeating his unfaithful wife’s texts to her adulterous counterpart. “It’s a guy from work isn’t it! Don’t insult my intelligence, I knew there had to be something, but behind my back? To not even give me the respect? And you’re texting like a fucking high school slut? Who is this guy who the fuck is this guy?” He added as his anger built into a shouting, spitting rage. “Stop it Greg, you don’t know him!” Squealed Nicole in her defense as she defyingly lit a cigarette. “No, no no!” Shouted Greg. “You are not smoking in this house!” “Fuck you Greg.” Nicole said as she provocatively blew smoke into the air with an uncaring snobbish look on her face. “You just don’t give a shit anymore do you? What the hell happened to you?” Greg asked as he grabbed Nicole’s incredibly squishy, exposed upper arm. “Don’t touch me Greg!” Nicole squeaked as he tried to wiggle away from him, with her entire body, especially upper arms, thighs and giant ass jiggling madly in the process. “I guess nothing fucking happened to you huh, this is just who you are isn’t it? The spoiled little rich girl, who has everybody do everything for her because she’s sooooo pretty!” Greg said mockingly as he let her go. “Fuck you, I got a job didn’t I?” Nicole said, defending herself as she spun around and gave her husband a full on view of her jumbo tits flopping wildly in her low cut top. “Oh yeah so you could fuck the first guy who falls for your fake ass.” Greg said sarcastically and angrily. “It’s not like that.” Nicole pouted sheepishly as she continued to smoke frantically. “You really are a fake aren’t you?” Greg said in an extremely hurt tone. “It’s just all about appearance with you isn’t it…what people see on the outside, but it’s all just talk! Daddy I wanna go to college, I think I maybe wanna be an interior designer, Greg I’m gonna start working out….. but what you really want to do? Is just get your hair done, go tanning, buy clothes and sit at home on the couch with some poor sap watching reality TV while he watches you get fat!” Greg said in a rambling fashion, almost too angry to make sense of his own thoughts. It was like all his complaints over his year and half of marriage just came pouring out all at once. “Oh go screw yourself Greg. You’re not even a real doctor, you’re just an overgrown nerd….. loser who’s going bald and can’t even fucking look me in the eye when he’s ‘trying’ to fuck me, who’s soooo bad in bed that-“ Nicole fought back before Greg finally could take no more. “That’s enough!” He shouted, slamming his palms on the counter top. “I don’t have to listen to this.” “I’m fucking out of here Greg, I want a divorce.” Nicole blurted out suddenly as her eyes began to water. “Baby….” Greg said in a pleading tone, quickly realizing just how real things were getting, and the pain of the whole situation began to hit him like a right hook to his heart. What had he done…… “But you’re right about one thing Greg. I don’t give a shit anymore. I’m soooo sick and tired of trying to do what everyone wants me to do. I’m so sick of giving a shit!” Nicole spouted angrily and used excessive body language to get her point across, all 238 blubbery voluptuous pounds of her jiggling recklessly as she spoke. Nicole grabbed her keys and handbag and stormed out into the garage and into her car wearing only what she had on. She called James all teary eyed as she pulled out of the cul-de-sac and asked if he could meet her at his place. James lived still lived alone in an apartment, being as living together with Lissett before marriage would go against the way he was raised. He could hear how upset Nicole was and he left work right away for an early lunch break. When he arrived Nicole was parked already out front. He came to her quickly and she wiggled her way out of her car and embraced him. “Do you have a glass of wine?” Was the first thing Nicole said after flopping down on his couch, and wiping the tears from her eyes. “Uhhhhh…….yeah I think…..well.. I guess I could open bottle.” James answered with an eyebrow raised. “Thank you!” Nicole said as she lifted herself up and jiggled her way towards him. James looked at her curiously as pulled out the cork while she put her arms around him and leaned her head on his shoulder. He poured a glass and Nicole quickly gulped half of it down. She took the liberty of poring herself a generous amount more and then slowly sashayed back to the couch. “How bad was it?” James asked hesitantly. “Uhh! It was fine, I’m just so done with him….I am like so done with everything.” Nicole answered as she took another ‘healthy’ sip of her mid morning beverage. “He begged me to stay, but I told I just didn’t give a shit.” “…..Really?” James asked, seemingly taking the situation much more seriously than the overfed housewife that was presented before him. “Yeah, I just don’t care about anything anymore…I just want to be with you.” She said as she stretched out her wobbly arms as if to magnetize James towards her. “Oh poor baby.” He said in a comforting tone as he sat down next to her and kissed her wet, alcohol besmirched lips. “Can I stayed here tonight? She cooed in an overly pouty voice. “Uh….yeah…yes of course.” James said, searching his brain for how this was all going to work out. “What’s wrong?” Nicole asked, sensing his hesitation. “Nothing’s wrong…..I just…I really need to talk to Lissett before we go any further.” James answered in a sobering fashion. “Ohhh…..I feel bad.” Nicole said, again in her overly pouty voice, that sounded incredibly insincere, if James was being honest with himself. “I didn’t mean to break you two apart like this.” “Are you kidding? I feel I just helped break up a marriage…..don’t worry about Lissett.” James said to put her ‘poor little heart’ at ease. “When I said I loved you I meant it.” Nicole said after another sip of wine as she looked up to him and batted her long eyelashes. “I meant it too.” James answered as he looked back at her. Her deliciously tan thighs were very exposed and just oozing and spreading out amazingly wide on that couch cushion. Her squishy belly paunch was looking, ‘not so little’ anymore and was pouring its way out over her exceedingly tight little shorts, and her boobs, gosh her perfect boobs looked bigger than he ever remembered. Her entire body looked bigger and more curvaceous than he ever remembered, and all that put together along with her drop dead gorgeous face and indulgent overly pouty behavior turned him on like a high voltage light switch. “You have no idea how happy I am that you came into my life.” Nicole said as she slowly bounced up on folded knees and began caressing his muscular chest. “I’ll do anything to make you happy.” She added as she gave him sinfully sexy looks. James noticed the way her weight seemed to make her sink deeper into the couch with her curled up tucked leg position. He though momentarily….’what the heck am I doing…. am I crazy?’ Was he really willing to risk everything,….scratch that, lose everything, just because this…..girl….this perfect looking creature….this unbelievably sexy goddess of a woman wanted him, and was wanting to spend the night in his bed instead of the bed of her husband? He needed a moment of clarity, he felt drunk, he felt rapturous, he felt euphoric…..he felt like he had to choose between doing what’s right, doing what’s really best for him or following a lustful fantasy down the rabbit hole. ‘Fuck it’…..there was really only one choice and Nicole Thompson was worth it. http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=dp_byline_sr_ebooks_1?ie=UTF8&text=Jolene+Dubois&search-alias=digital-text&field-author=Jolene+Dubois&sort=relevancerank

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Nicole Thompson by plussauvage CHAPTER THIRTEEN “Omigod this thing is huge!” Nicole exclaimed as stared at her bacon, arugula, avocado, cheddar and feta cheese omelet. “Why did you let me order so much?” She added with a giggle and made reference to her croissant and fruit and yogurt bowl in addition to the omelet surrounded by heaping of crispy hash browns. “Well aren’t you hungry?” James asked. “I’m starving!” Nicole exclaimed. “Would you like another bloody Mary miss?” The waiter asked after he set down the food. “Ummmm……” Nicole said hesitantly as she looked at James with a nervous smile on here face, knowing they were headed to work after breakfast. “If you want another one, I say get another one.” James said smiling.” “Okay yeah, I’ll have one more please.” Nicole said to the waiter. “More coffee sir?” The waiter asked to James. “Uh yes please.” James answered. The two proceeded in a glowy eyed conversation as they enjoyed their meal. “Ohhhh, man…..I shouldn’t have worn these pants today, they’re soooo tight.” Nicole said with a little giggle as she moved her butt around and adjusted herself in her seat. “A breakfast like this is not going to do my figure any favors.” She added in a whisper and sexy smirk on her lips. “I don’t know,…I don’t mind seeing you in tight pants…..” Said James with a lustful look in his eye. “Haha, I knew you’d say something like that.” Nicole said as she daintily shoveled a forkful of hashbrowns smothered in ketchup between her inviting lips. She gazed up at him as she continued to attack her lavish meal. “James?” “Yeah?” James asked. “Why are you looking at me like that?” Nicole asked with an inquisitive look on her face. “I’m sorry….you’re just being so cute.“ James answered shyly, trying not to blush. “Mmmm I liked the way you were looking at me.” Nicole cooed, just oozing sex with each word she uttered. “It’s funny normally I hate it when people watch me eat.” “I’m sorry, I just like looking at you.” James said, slowly and barefaced. “Watching you eat turns me on.” He added with a sexy charismatic smile. “Oooo, well….words like that will make me want to eat all the time.” Nicole said, trying to hide her arousal. She looked at him, she undressed him with her eyes, she bit her lip nervously and seductively as if she was holding something back, as if she was so turned on she didn’t know what to say. “What type of girls do you like James? I want to get inside that complicated head of yours….I want to know all your desires.” “You…..you are my type….you are what I desire.” James answered in his cheesy and romantic way that only he could pull off. “Hmmmm…….you like that I’m a little…curvier now don’t you.” Nicole said hesitantly and almost self consciously as she nervously squirmed her hips in her seat. “I can tell, I could tell by the way you look at me, the way you made love to me last night.” “I find everything about you to be….the sexiest thing in the world.” James said with a twinkle in his eyes. “Oh God! This is too much…..you are too much!” Nicole said as she finally burst into a giggle. “You body is so perfect, it’s not even funny.” James said with a genuine madness of a man who was so taken over by lust that nothing else mattered in the world. Nicole and James arrived at work a little after 10 is separate cars, so as not to draw an suspicion about their, more than friendly relationship. Nicole was a little tipsy but she held it together for the most part, and tried to curb her buzz with a Venti double chocolate chip frappuccino and a double fudge brownie. James was is heaven, he thought maybe if he kept pinching himself he was going to wake up from fantastic dream, but he never did. Nicole and him continued in their secretive steamy romance during the following few weeks, and it just kept getting hotter and hotter. She would often stay late, even though she didn’t have to, just to get some alone time with James. They started ordering take out food and secretly having dinner together in his office after the other employees left for the evening, and before the two of them had to part ways back to their ‘other’ significant others. All of that sneaking around only proved to make their situation even sexier, and their feelings for one another grew deeper and more intimate by the day. “Oh no!” Nicole said in an overtly sexy voice as she sashayed into James’ office and ‘accidentally’ dropped her pen on the floor. “Ooops…..” She added as she daintily turned around and slowly bent over to pick it up. James was instantly intoxicated. Her hips flared out broadly making her ass look even wider than it normally did and she deviously back herself up to his pelvis, arched her back, seductively flung her beautiful long hair and slowly stood up as James groped her erotically. “I took the liberty of ordering us some pizza……looks like it might be another late night at the office.” James said with a duplicitous look on his face, as he opened up the steaming hot pizza box. “Ooo James….you shouldn’t have.” Nicole squealed sensually. “It’ll just go straight to my hips…..” She added with her best pouty face as she grabbed a slice and placed it between her lips teasingly. “Oh yeah…..and that would be a shame.” James said sarcastically as he continued to run his strong hands all over her soft body. “Oh James?” Nicole cooed. “Yes dear?” He responded. “I think maybe you better help me get this skirt off…before all this pizza makes it too tight…..” Nicole said as she finished of her slice. “Oh God I love pizza way too much.” “I love you way too much.” James said as he slowly pried the button of her skirt open, felling her bulging paunch ready to spill out at any moment. “Hehe…I love you too…mmmm…James Rolland.” Nicole cooed as she moaned with feline delight and looked up at him. “Would you love me even if I get fat, and started eating pizza every night?” “I just might find that erotic….and love you even more.” James answered as he looked down at her and smiled. “Can I tell you a secret?” Nicole sweetly asked. “Yes.” Answered James as he slid her skirt slowly down past her soft round hips. “I find it erotic that you find it erotic…….it’s making me hot.” Nicole said as she symbolically fanned herself with her hand. “Did I mention I love you?” James said with an even bigger smile. “Ooo, help me James.” Nicole said as they skirmished to get the skirt past her more than ample thighs. They finally dropped down to her ankles and James began to pry of her skimpy panties which looked to be uncomfortably pushing into her soft chubby flesh. He proceeded to kiss her with a crazed passion while simultaneously slipping his finger inside her. “Ohhh….James…….”

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Trophy Wife by plussauvage CHAPTER TEN Although Nicole was still a little hurt and depressed by the comments of Byron and Rumando, and ate her feelings during the next several days like she always did, Cassey’s words stuck with her. She couldn’t help but think Cassey had a point. Nicole was beautiful, she was sexy, and she had always felt sexy, it was just the outside pressures that got to her, nothing more than that, and she felt a little stupid for letting them effect her the way they did. After all, life was too short to waste worrying about something dumb like a dress size or numbers on a scale, Cassey was right, ‘flaunt what you got.’ Nicole had always been pretty active on Facebook and Instagram up until she got married, but now she felt inspired again to show off. She could just do her makeup and hair all up real pretty, post a few bathroom selfies, and just watch the flattering comments poor in, which they never failed to do. It was like she was making up for lost time, and she really enjoyed the attention, especially when she felt like she wasn’t getting it from her husband. And with each kind remark, albeit on the internet, Nicole gained more and more acceptance of her size, and appreciation of her curves. It almost made her feel silly for ever losing confidence in the first place, as people seemed to think she looked as hot as ever…. So with not much else to do all day while Greg was at work, shopping for new cute outfits online and taking pictures of herself became her little pastime. But with all the body-positive reinforcement she was getting aside, Nicole certainly wasn’t expecting that an updated profile picture of herself in something as simple as a tank top and jean shorts would cause people to come out of the woodwork in covetous hordes and cause such a stir, but that was exactly what happened. Old boyfriends and male admirers from all over the internet were in pleasant disbelief upon stumbling across that image Nicole’s sensually soft and untoned physique of generous voluptuousness, whips of dark hair covering her face, and the noticeable opulence of her limbs which augmented femininity. You’d be hard pressed to find any red-blooded man who could gaze upon it without needing a shower session afterwards, let alone not leaving a comment or at least a ‘like’, and…obviously James Rolland was no exception. Nicole’s heart skipped a beat when she saw his message. She hadn’t heard from James in so long but she still had that delicious feeling of butterflies in her stomach at the very thought of him….in fact, now more than ever. Part of her attraction towards James had to do with the distressing truth that Nicole’s marriage, (especially ever since Greg flipped out on her) was completely and utterly passionless, but an even bigger part had to do with, (after investigating a little more of James’s Facebook page) that the last couple of years had been very good to him, and while he had been hot before, he had since gone up a level onto a whole other level of hotness, and the mere image of him caused Nicole’s temperature to rise. So…the two began messaging back forth, sometimes late into the night and with regularity, getting to know each other far better than they ever had before. Their conversations escalated quickly until finally they said the hell with it met for coffee. “So I just have to ask.” Nicole cooed nervously and devilishly. “Does Lissett know that you’re having coffee with me?” She added as she took a dainty sip of her Grande white chocolate chai tea Latte. “Well…..no.” James said hesitantly. His heart was pounding, but he was trying hard not to show to show it. The vision of Nicole walking in that coffee shop nearly knocked him off his feet and took his breath away. She was so much bigger than when he saw her last, it really was a little shocking at first, but James delighted in the way the extra pounds seemed to do nothing but compliment her so perfectly proportioned figure, and he thought she looked as beautiful as ever. With the Prada sunglasses, the Louis Vuitton handbag, and stylishly dressed in a light grey, knitted tunic that was tight enough to encase her upper arms like sausages, and a cute pair of Gucci jeans that reveled the full form and expanse of her curvaceous hips. She certainly looked like she had been….enjoying married life, yet she was still every bit (and more) the stunning hottie that she’d always been. He watched her closely when she lowered her ample butt into the seat, and the way her luscious thighs looked huge, and spread slightly wider than the chair. He noticed a cute belly spilling over the waistband of her jeans, and then the cleavage, oh the cleavage, right there in his face, exposed wonderfully in the low-cut neckline of that top with her decolletage gently tanned and as flawless as can be. Their must have been something about the angles of which she took pictures of herself, because she just looked so much….i don’t know, wider in person. Her face, up close was even more captivating than he remembered, also just a touch….fuller looking, but those plump lips covered in pale pink lipstick, those hypnotizing brown eyes and long eyelashes, it was the same old Nicole Thompson, and James could hardly believe she was sitting across from him. “But that doesn’t mean I’m trying to hide anything from her.” He added as he looked down to make sure his heart wasn’t beating out of his chest. “It’s okay my husband doesn’t know either.” Nicole cooed in an almost exaggerated girly voice as she batted her dark eyelashes. “What? Are we doing anything wrong?” Asked James inquisitively. “No, I don’t think so……” Purred Nicole. “Kinda feels like it though doesn’t it.” Said James as he shrugged and looked down. “Yeah…….but in a sorta…wonderful way.” Nicole said hesitantly as she took another sip of her calorie-laden drink. “Ummmm, I’m sorry I need to eat something, I am so hungry. Do you want anything?” Nicole asked to break an awkward pause. “Umm no, ah well on second thought….. sure.” Said James as he reached for his wallet, not wanting her to feel awkward eating alone. “No no, it’s on me.” Said Nicole. “You sure?” He asked. “I insist…what do you want?” She asked as she bit her lip delightfully. “Surprise me.” He said as he watched her wiggle away with a half turn of her head and a toss of her long hair, as if to tease him. He remembered watching that bouncing booty of her’s back in high school, and it still had that bounce for sure, but the years had added….just so much more to it. Her hips were no longer that of a teenage girl, but rather that of a goddess, or a queen who spent her time lounging around, indulging in her every desire excessively. She walked slowly, but there was delicious jiggle to every move she made, from her arms to her incredible thighs, and her ass was like a ripe piece of fruit, just ready to be grasped, grabbed, and clutched with just it’s absurd size and improbable heart-shaped, tear-drop pertness, that seemed to defy the laws of gravity and make men and boys alike completely rethink the term ‘ghetto booty.’ “Hope you like chocolate.” Nicole said as she sat back down and placed two pastry bags on the table. “Oh, chocolate croissant? I don’t think I’ve ever had one.” Said James as he pulled the flaky treat out of the sack. “Omigod are you kidding me? They’re soooo good.” She said as she took a bite out of her chocolate chunk cookie. “I’m like addicted to them.” “Looks delicious.” Said James with his eyes clearly on Nicole. “Uhhhh yeah, my husband always gives me such a hard time about those things.” Said Nicole as she leaned in towards him and lowered her voice to sexy whisper. “I can never eat what I want without one of his doctor lectures about health and calories and-“ “Sausage breakfast sandwich for…Nicole.” A voice called out from behind the counter. “Ooo, I’ll be right back.” She squealed as she clutched his arm flirtatiously, with her soft, manicured fingers. “Ooo, gosh all this getting up and down get’s me..out of breath!” Nicole said with a meek giggle as she fanned herself with her hand and sat back down. She quickly opened her little bag and pulled out her sausage egg and cheese sandwich and let the steam escape. “I’m so sorry I should’ve asked if you wanted one too.” “No, it’s okay Nicole I’m really not that hungry.” James said politely. “Oh…okay, well please at least eat your croissant so I don’t feel like such a pig.” She said with a smile before taking a bite out of her gooey, greasy, melty, hot sandwich. “Umm, I just (chew, munch) didn’t get much of a breakfast this morning, and I drank a….little too much last night.” She added with a self-conscious giggle. “You make that thing look really good.” James said as he continued to get hypnotized by…….every Goddamn thing about her. “It’s funny there’s a Starbucks in my office building and we’re always getting gift cards and stuff but I never get around to using them.” “Omigod, me working right next to a Starbucks would be so dangerous.” Said Nicole. “What do you mean?” He asked. “I’m like addicted to coffee…..especially frappuccinos.” She answered. “You know how many calories there are in those things?” “Oh.. who cares about calories.” Said James nonchalantly. “Haha……not me……obviously.” Nicole said with a sexy giggle, as she did a cute little wiggle in her seat, causing her magnetizing breasts to bounce and shake……ohhhhh, in the most all rung and provocative way imaginable. “Well you look fantastic.” James said with a genuine forthright inflection that Nicole found sexy. “Really? Thank you James.” Nicole purred as she gazed at his masculine facial structure and puppy dog eyes. “You are gorgeous.” Said James…….understatement of the millennium. “Mmm thanks….that means a lot…i’ve been doing a lot of… stress eating since being married to Greg and i’ve gained a few pounds as I’m sure you can probably tell.” Nicole said as she once again self consciously bit her lip. “No, no, seriously Nicole, what ever you’ve been doing, keep doing it.” James said as he made direct eye contact. “Haha…..oh my god….really? Ohhhh…James….” Nicole cooed sweetly. “What?” He asked as the magnetizing qualities of her eyes and lips really began to take effect…….’God she was perfect.’ He thought. “I don’t know, you’re just sooooo sweet.” Nicole said. “I still can’t believe you’re here in front of me.” The two locked eyes with each other with such passion and desire where it almost felt like /time itself had stopped. He looked at her in a way that every young girl dreamed of being looked at, and she could feel her heart slowly melting. “Jame-“ “Nic-“ The two spoke simultaneously, cutting each other off. “Sorry.” Nicole said with the widest smile on her face that she had since, before she could remember. “No sorry… I mean…it’s okay.” James said as they nearly spoke in unison once again. “Soooo….tell me more about you’re startup or whatever.” Nicole finally said to break through the wonderful awkwardness. “It sounds like you’re doing really well.” “Ah yeah, so far so good, I mean we’re still in the pretty stressful….. beginning stage.” James answered, trying to break himself out of that love induced funk. “Right now I’m working on getting some videos produced for the website, you wouldn’t believe the money we’ve been spending.” “Well….that’s good right? I mean that computer cloud stuff is pretty over my head, but you need to spend money to make money right?” Nicole answered, trying her best to not sound dumb and follow what he was saying. “Yeah, you’re right about that, I mean….just stay ahead of the trend, get bought out by Amazon and retire before I’m 30 that’s the plan.” James said with a light hearted chuckle. “Really? Retire by 30?” Nicole asked, as her face lit up brightly with that notion. “Well no, I mean you can’t look at that way, I didn’t get into this just for the money, I like my team, I believe in our product, just hate how it always seems to get more and more complicated. “ He answered. “How do you mean?” She asked. “The investors are putting up all this money and they expect certain results so they sort of call the shots on a lot of things.” James explained. “Sorry this is probably boring.” “No, sorry if I seem stupid for not understanding.” “Nicole said meekly. “Ummm, no I just mean we started as a small team, just a bunch of newly graduated college kids but now with all this money and different departments and what not… it’s hard to keep things organized.” Said James, who was still looking deeply into her eyes. “Sorry to make you talk about work.” Said Nicole. “It’s okay.” Said James, in a comforting voice. “Let’s talk about you…..things getting any better with Greg?” “Oh…..God.” Nicole said in exacerbated tone. “I don’t know where to start with that one.” Nicole went on in detail about her complaints with her husband, and James hung on her words attentively, completely enthralled by the situation he found himself in. Their conversation went so smoothly and wonderfully that the two of them completely lost track of time under the spell of that sensational feeling of mutual giddiness towards one another. It felt great for Nicole to be able to pour her heart out like that to a boy that listened….especially when that boy was as freaking attractive as James. “Uhhhhh…..” Nicole sighed. “I just really need to get out of that house.” “Or out of that marriage.” James, said slightly under his breath. “What?” Asked Nicole with a nervous smile on her lips. “Nothing.” Said James. “Yeah….I…..I….just don’t know what I’m going to do yet.” Nicole said ponderously. “I mean I like being taken care of, but I don’t like being so dependent like this……well on Greg anyway.” “Hey.” James said as a devilish idea had suddenly occurred to him. “You probably wouldn’t want a little part time work at my company would you? I mean if you…..want to get out of the house a few days a week.” “What?” Asked Nicole. “Just an idea.” Said James. “We could really use a…front desk person to..ya know let knew clients and recruits in….keep track of appointments, transfer phone call, that sort of thing.” “You mean like a receptionist?” Nicole asked, somewhat snobbishly. “Well…..yeah.” Said James ponderously. “Really simple easy stuff, but it would make things a lot easier for me.” “Yeah?” Asked Nicole as she recovered a sense of giddiness in her eyes. “Yeah, I mean really…. right now we have a certain budget to hit… if we don’t spend money, we won’t get as much money for the next period.” James explained. “I mean it’s almost like we have to hire someone, I just thought I’d throw it out to you.” “Hmmmm, sounds like a cushy job.” Said Nicole with a glowing grin. James laughed. “Yeah pretty much, you interested?” “I am so ready for a change.” Nicole answered. “I’m serious Nicole, I’m not joking, I’d make it really easy on you, not too may hours …and it would actually help us out a lot.” Said James, trying to hide his excitement. “Okay.” Said Nicole calmly as she subconsciously picked apart the rest of James’ chocolate croissant. “Really? You really want to do this?” James asked. “Be your…mmmm(chew) part time receptionist?” Nicole asked in a sweet affectionate voice. “Yes.” James said directly and earnestly. “I would love to, James Rolland.”

Nicole Thompson by plussauvage “Just answer how ever feels natural.” Peter said calmly, trying to put her at ease as much as he could. “So, Mrs. Nicole Thompson…apologies.” He added as he held out his phone to record audio. “How did you end up here…er…when was the first time modeling entered your mind?” “Gosh, I have no idea….” Nicole answered with all seriousness, trying her best to sound professional. “When I was like a kid, I just thought I was adorable, and I always wanted to pose. I wanted to have other people look at my poses, and I wanted a bunch of photos taken of me. I know it sounds so vain, but it was really fun and I loved it.” She added with a bright smile. Peter smiled. “So, since were here and everything…..you were approached by someone in the industry correct?” He asked, as he had heard Cassey (who he knew) mention something previously. “Correct.” Nicole answered, still not quite sure what to make of this guy Peter. Was he gay… was he straight? His accent was sexy, and he seemed to know a lot of people in the industry, and he certainly seemed to have an admiration for her to say the least, so she thought it was best to answer his questions as seriously and as well as she could. “Did you know about Plus Size modeling?” He asked. “I mean I hardly even knew that plus size modeling existed so I needed her to explain what that was…and it was really like confusing, especially for me because I was a cheerleader in high school for a bit, and always had a slim, trim body for the most part.” Nicole answered flirtatiously after a long pause. She started to understand something, she was in a highly concentrated area of extremely beautiful people, and even with her weight gain she was getting looks from men that most girls can only fantasize about. Perhaps she really was as sexy as she felt…she could certainly see it in her interviewer, and the only thing that gave her almost as much pleasure as her own loveliness is to see the effect that her beauty had upon men….and she gently ran her finger through her luxurious hair, as if to toy with him and say, ‘I am what you dream of.’ “…Ummmmm, ahhh…did you have misconceptions about plus size models?” Peter asked with genuine curiosity after getting completely lost in her incredible sexiness for a moment. “Because many people do.” He added. “I guess, I always thought that plus size models were like you know, more….frumpy…. and I’m learning that…that just not the case.” Said Nicole. “Tell me candidly, When you compare yourself to most other models, do you recognize that you’re more beautiful than they are?” Peter asked with a devilish smile. “Ummmmm……the thing is, okay wow…” Nicole said ponderously, quite surprised by his straightforwardness, and a little tickled by his complement. “You have to understand, I am like the most modest person. But I will tell you any day, all day, I think I’m beautiful….and yes I know I’m not as………. skinny as I used to be, but I have always had curves, and I am getting more and more confident admitting that. I like the way I look.” She added as she struggled to cross her beautiful, smooth tan legs. Peter witnessed the way her luscious limbs were completely devoid of any tone, and were instead shaped into a soft appealing form by a natural fullness and hints of dimpled flesh in her more than ample upper thighs, which were becoming more exposed as her short dress rode up higher with each adjustment of her posture. “And yes…I know I could probably lose a few pounds….” Nicole continued as she nervously looked down momentarily. “But I’m never going to be the person who gets jealous of the way another girl looks…just because she might be a size 4 or whatever…. if that makes sense.” “I understand. That’s a different sensation entirely. That’s resentment.” Peter said with an encouraging conviction. “I will tell you that sometimes… I can’t believe I’m going to say this because this sounds so vain.” Nicole said with a cute little smile, as she got a little more comfortable and slipped her jacket off. “Say it, say it, say it.” Peter pleaded eagerly, hanging on her every word. He was totally enthralled and fascinated by this creature that sat before him. She was just so damn sexy, and refreshing. From her exquisite looks, to the way she spoke, to the words that came out of her mouth, he thought he had died and gone to heaven. “Sometimes I look at myself…” Nicole said as she searched her brain. “Yesterday, I was going like out for brunch. I had my hair all wavy, because I diffuse it, because I love it like that.” “Certainly.” Said Peter with a nod of his head, as he lusted over the alluring fullness of her exposed upper arms, complete with pretty dimple at the elbow. “But yesterday, at the restaurant we were waiting for a table to open up, and I saw my reflection and… because I’ll look at other girls, and I’ll think, …she’s pretty …she’s cute, whatever. And I looked at my reflection in the mirror on the wall ya know, and I thought, oh, my God, I’m gorgeous.” Nicole said as he burst into a full on white smile. “I really did.” “I adore you.” Peter said, in an almost worship-like manner. “Yeah and I thought, Oh, my God. And I had smoky eyes, right… my hair was diffused, my makeup was on point. I had some lip gloss on. But I literally looked in the mirror and… I will tell you, though, I do have high standards, very high standards. You are either….., you’re pretty….you’re beautiful, or that’s it. If you’re neither of those, sorry, you’re not that cute. I’m not trying to be a bitch…. But I have high standards, and I hate to say that. I hate to say that.” Nicole said smugly. “Why? It’s true.” Peter said agreeably. “I know, but I feel like I sound so vain.” Nicole pouted. “But you deserve to be vain.” Peter said reassuringly. “Conversely, those who are not particularly attractive, they’re the ones whom you’re supposed to call attractive.” “It’s funny, because they are the ones who will strut around like they’re hot stuff.” Nicole said with a giggle. “Isn’t that vulgar?” Peter said with a laugh. “Yes. I think…. girl you do not look that good.” Nicole said conceitedly. “Last night I went out to eat downtown, I had just gotten there, and I kept seeing this group of guys all looking at me and talking about me. I thought, ‘Wait a minute. What is going on?’ Because one thing about downtown…. people will stare at you, and when you look at them, they don’t look away. They just keep staring at you. It makes me feel so uncomfortable. I know I’m a beautiful girl, but I thought…..ohmigod, is there something on my face? What’s going on? They kept talking about me, and this guy finally stops me. He grabs my hand and says, ‘I just want to let you know, you are honestly the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life.’ And my face went bright red immediately. I said, ‘Thank you so much.’ That was genuine. It wasn’t, ‘Hey, girl, you’re fucking hot.” “Do you get that?” Asked Peter, even more infatuated with Nicole. “Are you kidding me? All the time. Whenever i’m in the city. Guys are so unbelievable here. I have never dealt with this. I’m used to the suburbs still…..” “By the way I have to ask, and forgive me if this is too much but I mean it with the upmost admiration.” Peter said. “Yes?” Nicole asked curiously. “You looked absolutely stunning in that swim dress number you wore, and it showed a fair amount of skin, it really highlighted just the…ample fullness of your figure….” “….Ahhhh….oh goodness It did.” Nicole said in a bashful tone. “That was heart-attack-inducingly beautiful.” Peter said with straightforward sincerity. “Thanks…I guess…” Nicole said with a giggle. “Are you a gourmand?” Peter asked, changing the subject slightly. “Do you enjoy food?” “Do I enjoy food?” Nicole answered coyly. “Oh, my God, Well…..i’m kind of a curvy girl for a reason I suppose.” She added in a delightfully shy manner, before brightening up again. “Of course I enjoy food. I love food. I don’t enjoy food. I love food. I don’t eat to live. I live to eat. I love food.” “This is too good to be true.” Peter said emphatically. “I love good food, and I love every kind of food.” Nicole said reassuringly. It was like being in the environment she was in, where she seemed to be getting praised for her vivacious curves, gave her a newfound confidence and acceptance of her body shape that she really hadn’t embraced before. “What are your favorites?” Asked Peter. “If I could eat anything for the rest of my life, if I had to pick one thing, it would be like cake or bread. I could never handle the gluten-free diet, thats just say that. I would just eat cake, and bread and cheese, or ice cream….ohmigod, I have a weakness for carbs and dairy I guess …. I love it. I could just eat a cake and ice cream every day of my life.” “But don’t you recognize, you could-“ Peter started to say. “I would weigh 500 pounds if I….” Nicole said with a giggle before getting cut off. “But you would be so gorgeous!” Peter exclaimed. “Not at 500!” Nicole said, still giggling. “I do love ice cream, though.” “Thank you so much for your time.” Said Peter. “It was so nice meeting you in person.” “Likewise.” Said Nicole as she lifted herself up off her seat. “And speaking of favorite foods…I need to get something to eat.” Peter gazed upon her body in it’s complete and opulent form, noticing with satisfaction at the way her entire figure seemed to jiggle with the slightest movement. She was obviously carrying much more weight that her physique was intended for, but it was so marvelous to watch, and Peter nearly passed out from over-stimulation of the senses as he witnessed her huge gyrating hips sway back and forth as she wiggled into the crowd, towards the buffet table spread. ‘Holy fuck, did that really just happen?’ He thought. There was fresh fruit, steel cut oats, grilled chicken breasts, assorted scones and muffins, as well as pasta primavera, salads, among other delicious looking things. “This is the best part about being a plus model.” Said Rosie, who was another model, that Nicole had met earlier in the day. “We can actually eat!” She added with a laugh as she filled a plate with food. “Haha, yeah, I’m really hungry.” Said Nicole. “That was a long time of sitting and waiting.” She added in reference to her photo session and interview. “Oh, welcome to my world hunny.” Answered Rosie, who was a full time model. Nicole’s first thought when she looked at the food, was that she should eat something healthy, but she felt so famished that she instinctively reached for a scone……and then a muffin. It was fine, she told herself, besides, after witnessing the way Rosie unapologetically dug in she didn’t see the need to feel guilty. ‘Maybe these plus size models have it right.’ Nicole thought to herself. ‘They’re all so confident with their bodies, maybe I shouldn’t put so much pressure on myself…….that’s not healthy either, right?’ Meanwhile a male model named Rumando, spotted Nicole from across the room, and was completely mesmerized by the sight of her ass. He had witnessed her earlier during her shoot and his eyeballs were pulled out of their sockets and completely fixated on her and nothing else. He himself was tall, handsome, and incredibly thin, but he was amazed at the voluptuousness of Nicole, and as soon as he realized he was staring at her quite obviously, he decided to duck back and find Janet or Byron to find out who she was. Nicole nibbled on a few more snacks, said goodbye to Rosie, and then wiggled her swaying hips through the exit before running in to Cassey in the hall. “Thanks again Cassey, that was so awesome!” Nicole said next to an open office door at the end of the hallway. “Oh yeah, thank you for coming to this, nice to get some fresh faces.” Cassey said. “I hear Byron and Lisa really liked you…..Janet too, i’m just waiting to talk to them actually.” “Well i’ve always been very photogen….“ Nicole said before being distracted by a man’s loud voice coming from inside the office. “I do what I can ya know, was no problem!” The voice said with a laugh. “By the way who the hell was that really pretty girl with the a….” “Really pretty girl?” A voice answered, which sounded like Byron. “Are you serious Rumando, we’re surrounded by models.” “Haha, yeah….no, but that really, really, really pretty girl with the great big caboose on her.” The voice said, apparently coming from Rumando. “I’ve never seen her before.” “Umm Nicole?” Asked Byron. “Is that her name Nicole?” Rumando asked. “We’re talkin’ bout the same girl right, the one with the dark hair that was doin’ that black and white dress thing, I saw her at the buffet table, just now.” “Yeah that must be Nicole.” Answered Byron. “Nicole, yeah, damn she was hot!” Rumando exclaimed. All the while Cassey and Nicole were still waiting outside the door, hearing every word clear as day. “Ummm…I should probably go in there.” Cassey said a little uncomfortably to Nicole as she reached for the knob. “Ha, I don’t know Rumando, she’s a little……” Byron started to say, causing Cassey to pause for a second. It was like Cassey’s worst fear was starting to be realized, as she knew how Byron and Rumando were, and she bit her lip nervously and looked at Nicole. “What you think she’s too much woman for me?” Said Rumando’s voice. “Well, I’ll just say she better stay away from that buffet or she’ll be too much woman to fit through the door.” Byron said, at which Cassey gasped, and saw the look of pain on Nicole’s face. Nicole turned and stormed right out the exit, leaving Cassey a little bewildered. Cassey, knew what it was like to have your body scrutinized like that from her former life as an aspiring actress back in the day and thought about barging in the office and telling Byron and Rumando to go fuck themselves….. but something stopped her, and she decided to track down Nicole instead. She found Nicole wiggling away from the building smoking a cigarette, looking like she was on the brink of bursting into tears. “Nicole wait!” Blurted Cassey, causing Nicole to stop and ten around. “Those guys are assholes.” Nicole cleared her throat and said, “It’s (sniff) fine, you don’t have to like….console me.” Cassey paused and said, “You got another one of those?” Nicole looked at her, and slowly reached into her Gucci hand bag and pulled out a Camel Silver. “I didn’t know you smoked.” Said Nicole. “I don’t.” Said Cassey as Nicole handed her the cigarette. “But I used to, and I still enjoy one every once in a while. Can I borrow your lighter? Cassey lit up and looked back at Nicole who still looked pretty shocked and depressed. “Hey you rocked it today.” “Ha.” Nicole chuckled sadly and sarcastically. “Yeah I rocked my……what was it…..big caboose?” Both girls half-heartedly giggled a little under their breath, but Cassey was happy to get smile out of Nicole, if only a slight one. “Well, Rumando may be an asshole, but he was certainly in to you.” Cassey Said. “I believe he also said really pretty, about ten times.” “No, no, God, it’s okay……I know….I mean I’ve let myself get so out of shape this past year, I know that.” Nicole said as she filled her lungs with smoke. “Uhh, I gotta sit down my feet are killing me.” She added as she moved over to a courtyard bench. “And let me guess, you’re afraid of what people will think, and that’s why I met you at the gym last week.” Said Cassey, as she followed her. “Uhh, yep, pretty much.” Said Nicole sheepishly. “Well you need to knock that off and stop feeling sorry for yourself Nicole. You might not believe me, but the God’s honest truth is that you were the most beautiful girl in there, believe me, i’ve been doing this for 14 years, I know what I’m talking about.” Said Cassey as she blew smoke into the air. “Don’t go to gym because of other people, only go to the gym if you want to go to the gym. If you worry about what other people might think you’ll always be unhappy with your body, and guess what….. that would be a tragedy because you have a great body Nicole, and you should flaunt what you got!” Nicole let out a little smile and said, “Thanks Cassey…..it’s just that, this is all so new to me, and I got a little more to flaunt than I used to.” Nicole ran her hand down her hip to her thigh for emphasis. “God my thighs really are huge.” She added. “So what!” Cassey said. “You’re a woman, don’t be afraid to be a woman, okay? Don’t think about what you don’t like about your body, think about what you do like! All those girls in there would kill to have your hair, and your lips, and your skin, and your eyes, oh my God Nicole, and so would I! Fucking embrace it!.” “Okay, okay jesus, you’re gonna make me get all mushy, with these motivational speeches.” Said Nicole with a little giggle. “You’re right though, I probably beat myself up too much.” “Don’t you ever beat yourself up.” Said Cassey. “Beauty doesn’t have a size, and you don’t even know how much influence you could have.”

Nicole Thompson by plussauvage CHAPTER NINE Nicole was pissed at her husband, and they didn’t talk a lot during the next couple days. Greg had tried to apologize, but really he threw himself back into his work and did what he always did, which was just pretend that his problems with his hot wife would just fix themselves, just be thankful to have her and avoid her nonsensical feminine wrath. Nicole dealt with her frustrations with her marriage quite differently….. going out with friends, barhopping and getting shit-faced, and she had fallen off completely of the working out and getting in shape bandwagon. She could feel herself getting more and more out of shape by the day, but she found it increasingly and disturbingly easier to tell herself she didn’t give a fuck…..after a trip to the tanning salon, a little makeup, some new clothes, a hair blow dry job, a blissful food coma, a few drinks or whatever the case may be. Truth be told she found herself falling ever deeper into her tendencies towards innately alluring repose and languid indolence, and the deeper she went, the more she began to enjoy luxuriating in her own deliciousness. “I’m so glad you’ve decided to do it!” Tara said with enthusiasm, as she, Cassey and Nicole sat together at a trendy, modern bar. “Do you think you……. might want to be a model?” “No, no, not really, I’m just curious and it sounds fun.” Nicole said, trying to downplay the situation. “Okay well you never know…there’ll be a lot of plus models there, you’ll see what it’s all about.” Cassey said as all 3 of the girls simultaneously took a shots of red headed sluts. “Well….I’m excited.” Nicole said as she set her glass down and precariously placed her hand on the increasingly chubbier paunch spilling over her tight blue jeans. “Still getting used to the whole ‘plus size’ category though. “Oh get over it, you’re gorgeous, just own it…..be happy.” Said Cassey, as she looked over at Nicole’s thighs, which filled up those Levi’s almost beyond capacity, and made that poor little bar stool completely disappear. “I love your attitude……” Nicole said as she turned her attention to her other drink…. her third Cosmopolitan of the night. “Well it takes practice, it didn’t come overnight.” Said Cassey as she adjusted her hair in her cell phone camera. “Don’t get me wrong, I love my curves….I do…. I’m just a little bigger than I’m used to being right now.” Nicole said as she shyly slid her hands along her hips. “It’s soooo not about size, healthy is the new skinny….” Said Cassey as she put her phone away. “I’ll drink to that!” Exclaimed Nicole as she raised her glass. “Well your’e bout to get a whole new world opened up to you.” Said Tara, as she judgmentally watched Nicole take yet another ‘healthy’ sip of her calorie laden beverage. “Lot’s of male models too……” Chimed Cassey in a suggestive tone. “Mmmm… did I say I was excited?” Nicole said sensuously as she playfully puckered up her full, plump lips and downed the rest of her drink. “And the truth comes out.” Tara said with a smirk. “Comin' from the married girl.” Cassey said with giggle, in reference to Nicole. “I’m married, but I’m not dead.” Nicole said defensively, as she puffed out her chest a little, putting her ever expanding knockers and deepening cleavage on perfect display for the bartender, as he…right on cue, slid her another drink with a twinkle in his eye. “You just wanna make Greg all jelly.” Tara said with a sassy tone, as she took a swig of mineral water from her purse. “Omigod I don’t even wanna talk about him.” Nicole said with a dirty look. “God…I need to eat something….you guys wanna split some Nachos?” “I’m good, I still feel bloated from dinner.” Said Tara as she rolled her eyes at Nicole. ‘What the hell is the matter with her does she just not get it at all…..or does she just flat out not care about her weight anymore?’ She asked herself as she stared at her friends bodacious, bulging contours. “Cassey?” Nicole asked again, with a sexy, pouty look on her smokin’ hot face. “I might have a little.” Cassey answered. “But I don’t want to eat too much before Saturday, I have to say the size i’m at to fit just right into some of those outfits.” “You guys suck…..oh well more for me!” Nicole exclaimed with a naughty grin, as she arched her back and pushed her butt back a little. A few ‘bros’ at the other end of the bar, unbeknownst to Nicole stood slack jawed at the steaminess of the display she was putting on before them. ‘God damn.’ One of them thought. ‘What I would give to come home to that every night.’ Cassey apparently had been modest about the idea of Nicole having her picture taken for a client, because when she arrived at the downtown location, she realized quickly that it was more like a red carpet model convention, rather than a simple test shoot. ‘That bitch! No wonder I had to fill out all those forms.’ She dumbly thought to herself as she entered the building. It was the real deal, casting directors from all over the country, bloggers, writers, fashion designers, a fully catered lounge with an open bar, what had she gotten herself in to? She saw models of all shapes and colors, some of the most beautiful men and women she had ever seen…. all in the same building, but even with all that….competition, Nicole stood out in the best of ways. She got measured…which was quite a shock to her and a little embarrassing, being as the tape said 46-36-52, but she got over it quicker than she expected, as she was trying to embrace the whole ‘body positive’ vibe that was going on amongst the plus size crowd. She went through several outfit changes, slight hair and makeup changes, and posed for an array photographers……and she got noticed. “Yeah…..well what are we looking for?” Byron, who was a casting director that frequently worked with the major modeling agencies, said to Lisa, who was one of the coordinators of the shoot. “Well-proportioned, beautiful skin, perfect face….” He added in a fast paced whisper. “Well….yeah.” Said Lisa, as the two of them waited in the studio during a quick costume change. “Right, and this girl has those things in spades.” Said Byron in his slight lisp, in reference to Nicole. “She’s certainly captivating.” Said Lisa, as she and Byron continued their discussion/gossip of the days happenings, as people in their position do. “Don’t know that she really…. has the type of energy we’re looking for though.” “Yeah it’s a shame she’s not in better shape, or I might be able to overlook the height thing.” Said Byron. “She has such a good look, and the camera loves her.” He added. “She looked great in that outfit, kind of hid her hips a little.” “I think she wears her weight really well.” Said Byron, as the photographers and lighting crew made their final adjustments. “But yeah, she’s got an ass for days!” “Alright let’s see how this one looks.” Lisa said under her breath as Nicole came out with her hair and makeup redone, wearing a casual yet elegant, sleeveless black and white form fitting dress. “God, those lips! And her skin really is flawless!” Byron said in an exuberant whisper as he laid eyes on the stunning Nicole through a monitor screen. It seemed she was creating a buzz throughout the building. Not many people in the industry had seen a girl with the ample proportions she had while still maintaing a striking classically beautiful look…..and ‘Who’s that girl?’ Seemed to be on the tip of everyones’s tongue. “Woah! There she is i’ve got to get an interview with her.” Peter said to one of his colleagues in reference to Nicole who was standing out in the Lounge after her photo shoot. “See what her story is.” He added as he rushed towards her. Peter was one of the photographers who had been taking pictures of Nicole in the studio, and to say he was quite taken by her would be an understatement. “Excuse me…Sorry to bother you…” The nice looking man said in a dashing British accent. “Yes it’s Peter by the way, I took your picture a few times, do you mind if get a quick interview with you for the blog?” “Ohh…..gosh…are you serious?” Nicole said hesitantly as she took a breath and got off her feet. “Absoultuely.” Said Peter with a charming smile on his face as he sat down beside her on a velvet loveseat in the corner of the lounge. ‘Oh my God, she’s even more beautiful up close.’ He thought to himself as he looked her over, taking in the sight of her incredible body packed snuggly into a tight, form fitting grey dress. The dress was sleeveless, but she was sadly covered up by a tiny and stylish black leather jacket. “Well……okay.” Nicole nervously responded, a little surprised at his offer, based on the fact that she wasn’t really even a model. “Please, I don’t bite….here, have a glass of champagne.” Peter said as he slickly grabbed two glasses of sparkling chardonnay as a caterer walked by. “Guess….a girl just can’t say no to Champagne.” Nicole said as she flashed a slight smile and scooted her butt back into the chair. “I like you already…..” Said Peter as he took in with his longing eyes, her seductive indulgent beauty once more. He thought she was absolutely stunning, after all…he didn’t become a photographer of plus size models by accident…..this was his dream job for a reason, and Nicole was his dream. “Okay, you ready then?” “Okay.” Nicole said, as she looked to be warming up to the idea of an interview. “Okay great…..Miss…..” Peter said, as he sought to get started. “Mrs.” Said Nicole, correcting him as she held out her delicate little hand, flashing her wedding ring. “Nicole….right?” Said Peter. “Nicole Thompson.” She said as she bit her lower lip with a smirk on her face. “Do I have to answer in interview…speak or something?”

Nicole Thompson by plussauvage CHAPTER SEVEN After voraciously consoling herself with an orgy of comfort food during the following days, (without of course, the knowledge of her judgmental husband) Nicole admitted to herself that, maybe she did need to a little more health conscious, maybe she was getting…a little too curvy…maybe that whole bed breaking incident, and the walk in the park, that was anything but….a walk in the park…was the wake up call she needed. She wanted to show Greg, that she could cut out the wine and cigarettes anytime she wanted. She certainly wasn’t going to give up alcohol long term or anything, but she could go a few weeks, no problem. It was a tough pill to swallow but Nicole forced herself to buy some new sports bras and new workout clothes, albeit a couple sizes bigger than her old ones, and a few looser fitting tunics to try and hide her flaring hips and the outline of a deep set belly button and pudgy tummy. No booze for one week, some form of exercise everyday, no eating after 8pm, no smoking, and water, drink lots of water, well……water with flavor drops….Nicole hated the taste of plain water. Anyway that was the plan, and then she’d continue from there. She set rules for herself and she was determined to stick with them. After all, if she kept going the way she was going without doing anything about it, she feared she might get….really big. She signed up for an expensive and luxurious gym close to her house, and forced herself back in for the first time in….gosh….just over a year. She decided to try things on her own at first, wanting to avoid the embarrassment, and or accountability of having a personal trainer push her too much before she felt she was ready. First thing she did was find a treadmill in the corner against the back wall, preferring to start out slow, and not wanting anybody staring at her ass…….at least not yet. She started out with just a slow walk, just to see how she felt after a few minutes. It really was, quite the sight, Nicole working out was always a very titillating show. Her thicker softer middle, and her even bigger ass packed snuggly in sexy yoga pants, her huge breasts just exploding out in front of her, and her almost nonexistent neckline topped by the prettiest face you’ve ever seen….to say that she looked sexy would have been a gross understatement. In spite of all the weight she had put on in the last year, her face was still relatively slim looking, and was just as striking as it had ever been. Just with a bit of a disappearing jaw line, and an overall softer look….but still, with her mask perfectly made-up and her hair tied back beautifully in a French twist, she looked…. a little too pretty to be breaking a sweat. As big and curvy as her bottom heavy hourglass shaped figure appeared….she was even more out of shape. After two minutes of walking slow, or shall I say, ‘jiggling’ slow, she was already getting winded. She tried to keep it up, but had to change the settings on the treadmill to it’s second slowest pace to make it to minute number 4, at which point she hit the stop button. She was flush in the face, her heart was beating hard, and she was struggling a bit to get enough air. She took a big drink of her grape flavored Propel, and placed her hands on her head to try and recover. She decided she had to at least attempt the elliptical before she headed home, and found a nice lonely one off to the side. Still not wanting to draw attention to herself, she put it on an easy setting, found a TV show she liked, and got going. The other girls in the gym, made the machine look relatively simple, but Nicole found out pretty quick, that the elliptical is freaking hard! She could feel muscles burning that she didn’t even know she had, and even after slowing the pace, she decided, enough was enough….’best not to overdo it on the first day.’ She thought. She rewarded herself at the Starbucks drive through on the way home, with a chocolate smoothie, instead of her favorite double chocolate chip frappuccino, but she was trying to be good, right? She felt proud of herself that night, like she had actually accomplished something. As it became closer to bedtime however, hunger pains, and the urge for a cigarette came on strong. She was especially bitchy towards Greg, who was doing nothing but trying to be supportive, and when she found she had trouble falling asleep, that unopened bottle of wine in pantry started calling her name. It was like she was on autopilot, crawling out of bed and walking downstairs to the kitchen. Her plan was to get just a snack, after all she had worked out that day, she deserved it. When she saw her pack of her Camel menthol silvers on the computer desk however, she quickly lit one up without thinking what she was doing. Having realized that she broke her little pact, she decided she might as well pour herself a nice big glass of wine. After a glass of wine, she figured she might have another. After a second glass off wine she figured she’d eat something with it, and microwaved some leftover Chinese food and turned on some Netflix. By the time she crawled back into bed she had killed 2 thirds of the bottle of Merlot, polished of all of the take out leftovers, and had topped it off with a ‘sensibly sized’ bowl of mint chocolate chip ice cream. “Oh hunny you smell like smoke…..did you cave?” Greg asked as had awoken by sudden depression of Nicole’s weight on the mattress. “Ah yeah….I just couldn’t sleep.” She answered sheepishly, as she cuddled up next to him. “Wine too?” Greg asked, a little disappointed, but not surprised at his wife’s lack of will power, as he smelled the alcohol on her breath. “Oh…Nicole.” He sighed. “Sushhh your mouth and kiss me.” Nicole cooed in a sexy yet tipsy manner that made Greg instantly hard. “I want you.” She added as she pressed herself against him. He wrapped his arms around her and felt her rounded arms and her heavy voluptuousness. He investigated every inch of her softer, fuller, fleshier and more pronounced contours. She was so attractive, yet so blasphemous, yet so perfect. It felt so strangely sinful and wrong for him to be so turned on by his wife at her unhealthy, sloshed, tender, fragile, full-figured state of being. He felt like he was taking advantage of the hot drunk girl, but she was his wife……and she was oh so beautiful, yes still, despite everything, he couldn’t deny how unbelievably hot she looked and smelled and felt. She was definitely heavier and a little harder to maneuver, than she was at the beginning of their marriage, but afterwards, with Nicole wheezing and gasping for breath, he laid there amazed and dumbfounded…... just when he thought he had the power, trying to motivate his wife to get in shape, she does something like that. ‘Only Nicole could pull that off.’ He thought. Angry at herself for the previous night’s lack of will power, but encouraged by her husband seeming renewed passion, Nicole was as determined as ever to have a good workout, but before she could do that, she had to get out of bed. Turned out that was the hardest part as every single little muscle in her pampered body hurt like hell, and was aching like crazy. But the idea of wearing a new outfit finally got her up, and she spent a little extra time on her appearance that late morning. Dressed in a pair of very sexy black yoga pants with a thick, pale pink waist band at the top and a low cut, yet long and loose fitting black tank top, (one that would draw attention away from her hips and love handles, and focus it more on her huge mesmerizing breasts) one look in mirror and she thought she looked pretty fucking amazing, all things considered. ‘Now just need to melt away some of this.’ She thought to herself as she squeezed a good little handful of belly fat, ‘and some of this’, she thought as she turned in front of her bathroom mirror and ran her hands over her sizable ‘badonkadonk’ butt. She raised her hand above her head and shook her pillow like, yet still perfectly tanned upper arms, noticing the way they quivered wildly with the slightest movement. ‘Oh God…I really do need to tighten up…since when did I get so jiggly?’ She thought to herself. Despite her cushy tummy, overly well-endowed backside, and the fact that every single muscle felt inflamed all at once, Nicole was right to think she looked good. She looked sexy, voluptuous and bodacious, so much so that if she wasn’t going to the gym, you might think she could be arrested for indecent exposure, most due to the more than ample amour of cleavage she had on wonderful display. Although really, it wasn’t the clothes that were so provocative, it was just Nicole’s inordinately well-embellished body. She took a swig of propel and got right back on the treadmill. She may have a regressed a little, with the previous night’s midnight ‘snack’ but she was determined to get back on track…….day two…. She tried to keep a steady pace, but it wasn’t long before the screaming pain in her thighs and ass, became too much to bear. She stopped the incline after only 2 minutes this time, with her legs feeling like jello, (and looking like jello I might add, despite their shapeliness) and a bead of sweat trickling down her forehead. She felt exhausted and discouraged already. It was a sobering reminder why she despised exercise so much in the first place. He kept walking on a very slow, flat setting for another couple of minutes, before she was too bored and breathless to continue. “Hey Nicole!” Said a voice as she stepped off the treadmill. “Tara! Omigod (pant) how are you?” Nicole exclaimed, a little embarrassed that her friend was seeing her in the emphysematous state she was in. “Oh just working out, ya know with my friend Cassey.” Said Tara in a nonchalant manner as she referenced the woman standing next to her. Cassey was a tall, pale skinned, strawberry blonde. She was very pretty and looked to be a little bit older, with perfect bangs, and an amazing full-figured body. She was in fact 5’10” tall and 175 pounds with incredible breasts, and flaring hips. She was much more big-boned and broader in the shoulders than Nicole, and looked to be in fairly decent physical shape, (at least compared to Nicole) but even so Nicole drew a little comfort from the fact that she wasn’t another skinny mini friend of Tara’s, and she wouldn’t have to feel like such a whale standing next to her. “Cassey, Nicole, Nicole, Cassey.” Tara added, introducing the two. “Nice to meet you.” Said Nicole as she leaned against the back wall of the gym. Nicole noticed the fullness of Cassey's arms, and the way she was dressed in nothing but skin tight yoga pants and a not so conservative black sports bra. Her middle was completely exposed, and Nicole noticed that although her tummy was nice and flat, it was not toned, and in fact somewhat soft looking. Now it wasn’t like she had flab spilling out or anything, but Nicole was surprised and a little impressed, that a woman of Cassey’s body type was willing to proudly dress the way she was in such a public and superficial setting, and Nicole thought she looked beautiful. “Yeah, you too.” Said Cassey, as she looked Nicole over up and down. “Tara was in my weeding.” Nicole said, who was quick to broadcast the fact that she was married, while not seeing any rings on the figures of these two ‘workout buddies’. “Yeah we were in college together.” Said Tara to Cassey. “But been too long since i’ve seen you.” She added with a smile to Nicole. ‘Long enough for you to let yourself go even more……tisk, tisk Nicole, tisk tisk.’ Tara thought to herself as looked at her friends ridiculously curvy body. After all Nicole was probably a good 15 pounds heavier than when she saw her last, only about 4 months ago. “I know right.” Answered Nicole. “We definitely need to hang out more.” She added as she checked out Tara’s long, lanky body. The two friends had kind of lost touch after Nicole got married, and had gone their separate ways a bit. Nicole was ‘busy’ being a wife, and Tara had gotten more into her modeling. Tara had always been pretty, and on the skinnier side, but now, Nicole noticed that she looked smaller than ever, almost scary skinny, or maybe just ‘model’ skinny. Tara explained that Cassey and her were represented by the most exclusive modeling agency in the city, and about how she was booking jobs left and right. She went all into how Cassey had really helped her career along, and how she may have seen Cassey before, on websites or catalogs for Nordstrom’s plus size clothing, and formally for Forever 21, among others. Nicole was a little intrigued by the fact that Cassey was a plus size model. I mean sure….. she was tall and on the bigger side, but it wasn’t like she was fat or anything, which was what Nicole had always pictured when she heard the term, ‘plus size’. “How tall are you?” Cassey asked Nicole somewhat suddenly, taking her by surprise. “Me? Oh…5’6” I guess.” Said Nicole. “Why?” “Hmmmm, okay just wondering, I just have a client that’s looking to do some catalog test shoots, you look like you might fit the part.” Cassey said very matter-of-factly, with a businesslike inflection to her voice, and Tara looking at her a bit surprised. “We better get our hour in if we’re gonna make that meeting.” Tara said to Cassey, butting in. “Yeah you’re right.” Said Cassey. “Was nice to meet you Nicole.” “Umm….likewise.” Said Nicole. “Oh, you didn’t wanna get your work out on with us did you? Tara asked Nicole. “Ummm no thanks, i’m done for the day.” Said Nicole, who was still pretty exhausted. “Ok, but let’s hang out soon.” Said Tara. “Let me know if you’re free on Thursday, maybe we could get drinks.” She added as she stepped on the treadmill and quickly started jogging. “Yes, definitely!” Said Nicole as she turned and slowly wiggled towards the ladies room. ‘Catalog test shoots……I look like I would fit the part?’ Nicole thought to herself. ‘I wonder what all that’s about? What is she saying i’m plus size? How dare she!’