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Fat genetics chapter one part 2 by Alexnicu, literature

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Fat genetics chapter one part 2

A week has passed since Lynn learned that she had the fat gene the gene takes effect when the person with the fat gene is 20, the gene mskes gaining weight easier, and faster Lynn decided to imbrace the fact that she was going to be fat now no longer a slim beauty Lynn had white skin and blonde hair with brown eyes she had a chubby face thick arms and a big belly that was growing very fast her friends Jasmine the redhead pale skin with freckles her other friend Mia was Arab American and loved listening to pop music at first both were shocked that Lynn had the fat gene but supported her in the end the end of part two of chapter one.

Buffet Bonding - (BBW, XWG) by ExtraBaggageClaim, literature

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Buffet Bonding - (BBW, XWG)

What's in this? A two part story about a girl being scolded for being a shameful fatty at the buffet, and the results of that kismet encounter PART ONE: “Wow. You are a terrible fatty.” Marina flinched. Behind her in the buffet line stood a tallish blond girl in a dark grey tank and a jean jacket. She was plump, a doughy, soft looking gut rolling over tight sweats that strained hard around her sausage legs, but nowhere near as fat as Marina. “I- excuse me?” “We’re at the fucking Golden Corale, and what have you got? Cottage cheese and a salad?” The girl scoffed. “Fucking, like, tragic.” “I’m just trying to lose weight! I’m sorry, do I know you?” The girl, plate loaded with fries, cake, fried chicken and a mountain of potato salad, slapped a pancake on top of all the disordered grease, then reached for syrup to drown it in. “No. But I know you.” Marina flinched again. “What? How? Are you like-” she got her voice down to a low, terrified whisper. “A stalker?” The pudgy brunette