CacahueteWellington

Warning: This is a fetish story involving weight gain, feeding, fat characters and all things related. Future chapters also contain sexual content. If this isn't your cup of tea, please don't read it. Chapter 1 “Well done, babe, a new record!” Roxana exclaimed to the right of me, a white towel draped around her neck as she watched me descend from the treadmill with a look of approval. She had finished a few minutes ago – of course – and rather than leaving me behind, had chosen to stay and watch me finish. She was sweet like that, and it’s what made going to the gym so special for us – not only had we met there, but we both shared the same passion, we both motivated each other, and we both made the other feel so good about ourselves. Roxana had always been – and will likely always be – the fittest of us both, not that I minded. Her honey-toned slim body was perfect, with visible abs, sizeable C-cup boobs, and a tight ass. As I said, perfect. Honestly, I was quite fit

Warning: This is a fetish story involving weight gain, feeding, fat characters and all things related. Future chapters also contain sexual content. If this isn't your cup of tea, please don't read it. Chapter 1 “Well done, babe, a new record!” Roxana exclaimed to the right of me, a white towel draped around her neck as she watched me descend from the treadmill with a look of approval. She had finished a few minutes ago – of course – and rather than leaving me behind, had chosen to stay and watch me finish. She was sweet like that, and it’s what made going to the gym so special for us – not only had we met there, but we both shared the same passion, we both motivated each other, and we both made the other feel so good about ourselves. Roxana had always been – and will likely always be – the fittest of us both, not that I minded. Her honey-toned slim body was perfect, with visible abs, sizeable C-cup boobs, and a tight ass. As I said, perfect. Honestly, I was quite fit