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    Writers, what’s your day job?

    Exactly: I'm a nude model and I occasionally work for a few academies or privates.
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    Writers, what’s your day job?

    Nurse. Previously carer. Previously security guard. Occasionally nude model.
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    BBW Claws and Thorns (BBW, MWG, stuffing, adventure)

    Great start, I like your prose! Just one question: did you purposely misspell "Glotham"?
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    BBW The Craving from Beyond the Stars - by Marlow

    Hello, I haven't been reading DM for a while, I casually come back and find this new jewel from one of my favorite writers! I love your story, because they offer always a solid plot. This one here, then, is particularly enjoyable: some 25 years ago I was a young X-Files buff and I dreamt about...
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    BBW Chiara

    The late August sun was shining in the sky, as I laid in the shade of an umbrella on the beach near Civitanova, in the Marches. We had had to move back to the Adriatic Coast, after Chiara had won the prize: my bank account was closed and I had no way to keep paying the rent. Luckily for me...
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    BBW Chiara

    The crowd started to disperse. I looked at the chemical toilet where Tommaso had fled, but it was still closed and a low rumbling sound was coming from it. I did not think that he would come out anytime soon, but that guy looked dangerous enough not to be around when he was free. I hurried on...
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    BBW Chiara

    The announcer came back dabbing at his forehead with a handkerchief. “Ladies and gentleman,” he called, pocketing the tissue. “We have a tie!” He pointed at Tommaso and Chiara. “Our standing champion Tommaso and the newcomer Chiara!” The public applauded. “And now, onto the next round!” “I am...
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    Looking for a Pokemon WG fanfic

    Hello everybody, I am looking for a story that I read a few years ago not on Dimensions. It was a Pokemon fanfic featuring both Ash and Pikachu as secondary characters. It involved the main female character wanting to take the place of her twin sister and gaining a huge amount of weight...
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    BBW Chiara

    The crowd was cheering the two contestants, as I approached the two off-duty waiters. One was a gray-haired little man, slumped on a lawn chair beside a table loaded with other plates. The other was a skinny boy with a brown ponytail, standing beside the older guy. They both looked bored and...
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    BBW Chiara

    Only then I noticed that Chiara, who had been standing until that time, was visibly swaying. She tried to lean on the tabletop as before, but it had been overturned, so she staggered backwards and collapsed, by dumb luck, into her own chair. Her breasts bounced up and down, but her belly did not...
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    BBW Chiara

    “And after a nice lesson of ‘pedagogy for dummies', we may finally proceed!” The announcer regained his composure and addressed the three participants. “The rules are simple: you have to empty the pitcher in less than five minutes, without wasting a single drop!” He moved to the edge of the...
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    BBW Chiara

    As soon as Gianmarco had left the stage, the next course was served. It was a helping of bistecca alla fiorentina with fagioli all’uccelleto: a huge t-bone steak and beans with tomato sauce, all so humongous that it took a separate waiter to carry each dish. Tommaso grabbed the bone and started...
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    BBW Chiara

    The first plate was served a couple of minutes later: each contestant was given a huge pot of ribollita, a typical Tuscan vegetable soup with pieces of dry bread. The seven heavyweights on the stage dug in with gusto; none of them seemed to be in a particular hurry, except for Chiara. Never one...
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    BBW Chiara

    The contestants sat at the table facing the public and the empty chairs were quickly removed. I checked my watch: it was 9:00am. The rocker rhythmically stomped his booted feet on the floor and the fat nerd tried in vain to clean his lenses with his greasy shirt, while the bear man cracked his...
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    BBW Chiara

    I am glad that you enjoy. Stay tuned because the best is yet to come.
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    BBW Chiara

    “How much further?” Chiara’s voice was strained and she was panting. “Two minutes at my pace,” I answered. “Five at yours,” I added, as an afterthought. We had gotten up around 7:00am and had obviously skipped breakfast, in view of the eating contest. I could easily manage a few hours...
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    BBW Chiara

    Two hours later Chiara came out of the toilet, still massaging her big belly. She had gone white under her tan and walked awkwardly. I stood up, feeling sorry for her, and helped her lay down on the couch. She groaned and looked at me. “Dick.” I sat on the ground beside her. “I'm sorry...
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    BBW Chiara

    Eight more weeks passed in a blur of working out and overeating. The bank called me once to tell me that my account was approaching an overdraft, asking me to check if anybody had stolen my credit card. I grimaced and answered that my MasterCard was still in my wallet, while Chiara, in the...
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    BBW Chiara

    Twenty minutes later we were walking along the street. It was a beautiful sunny day. Chiara had her hair in a ponytail, accentuating her full cheeks, and had donned a sweat suit. The pants were reasonably loose (albeit not as much as they were supposed to be), but the top barely covered her...
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    BBW Chiara

    The ball was rolling. Never was a figure of speech more appropriate. During the following days, my plan began to unfold: Chiara would wake up, have a strenuous workout, eat a fattening three-course meal and go back to sleep; in the evening she would work on increasing her capacity with a lighter...
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