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Our Reader Score [Total: 12  Average: 3.3/5]It was time for Nicole to get her hair cut again. Nicole enjoyed going to the salon to get her haircut. She would go every 2 months or so for a trim. Nicole was thinking of trying something a little shorter...

Our Reader Score [Total: 17  Average: 2.7/5]“Come here,” he said… lowering his gaze and speaking to her as if she was a child. Indeed, he had often to speak to Cathy as though she were a little girl and not a grown woman.. and she seemed stubborn...

Our Reader Score [Total: 11  Average: 2.5/5]It was in April 2001 that my husband got transferred to Jaipur. It is very hot there during our time there. We have two children-one boy and one girl. I used to wear sarees . The first day we reached there...

Our Reader Score [Total: 4  Average: 2.5/5]Tabitha Cathryn stared at the picture of the serious woman in uniform. No one else knew why eighteen-year-old Tabby Cat had saved the picture. You had to know that some federal judge had said girls could go to Jefferson Davis Military...

Our Reader Score [Total: 12  Average: 3.5/5]Author’s note: This story contains sexual content, female head and body depilation, and some mild defeminization. If you can’t handle any of these, just click the "Back" button, and get on with your life. Special thanks to Almost Bald of the...

Our Reader Score [Total: 2  Average: 5/5]Conobbi Alberto, 28 anni , fisico atletico, capelli biondi lunghi fino alle spalle, occhi azzurri e un viso incantevole tramite Laura, una mia amica. Era il suo insegnante di yoga. Mi incontravo con Laura alla sala da te, e diverse volte...

Our Reader Score [Total: 10  Average: 3.4/5]I’m being kissed. I’m pretty sure that I’m being kissed. Is this a dream? No, I’m waking up. My neck, my cheeks, my ear. She’s kissing me. I’m waking up, and she’s kissing me. I try to force my eyes open,...

Our Reader Score [Total: 2  Average: 2.5/5]It starts with a postcard. She tucks it away between a couple of the bills in my pile, so I won?t see it for several days. Then, while I am sorting through what needs to be paid and what can be...

Our Reader Score [Total: 11  Average: 2.2/5]I turned the TV on to catch the news when I came into the hotel room. New England was having its worst blizzard of the year. Freezing cold and bitter winds. Just enough snow to make everything difficult, but not enough...

Our Reader Score [Total: 5  Average: 2.2/5]Sarah’s story: It’s quarter to twelve when the phone rings. I know it is the sorority again. Picking up the phone, I hear Molly’s voice. "Hi! We’ve got to be there at midnight. She said to wear our pledge dresses." I...
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Welcome to my debut story. Comments are appreciated. I'm planning for this to be a multi-part story, some of which is written already but testing the waters here. Chapter 1: A New Contract Amber grabbed her purse, heels and a wad of bills from the night stand as she made her way toward the door, leaving another satisfied suitor. "See you next week, handsome!" She turned, blowing him a kiss and ensuring full view of her perky ass, opening the door and stepping outside. She brushed wavy blonde hair out of her face, whilst adjusting her tiny top. Placing the bills in her purse and slipping back into heels, she turned and started the short walk through town. Amber's thoughts turned to the relationship: Marco is such a babe! He always treats a lady so well... definitely one of my favourite chubby subbies! 'Chubby subby' was Amber's pet name for her overweight clients. She enjoyed toying with them, and manipulating the relationship so she didn't have to work too much for her pay. Sure, she slept with people for money, but not all the time. Quite often she would do just as well, or even better, as a paid girlfriend or date. Amber wasn't a skanky whore either, she was classy. Young, pretty, athletic - and intelligent. She knew how to get the most out of people, but she suffered from poor work ethic. She preferred easy money over grafting each day. Marco was one of her regulars. He would often take Amber on dates, even attending a wedding with her last month. Amber was rewarded by lavish lifestyle, paid for by her somewhat questionable endeavours, but she was clever to keep her working life and personal life apart. Her friends and family thought she sold fashion designs to big brands and she kept up a pretty normal life outside of work. She was on the outskirts of town by this point. She stopped at her destination, did a quick double-take behind her, then immediately darted into a side alley. She slipped through small side door, entering a room full of hardened men - drinking and gambling. Flicking her hair from her face, she teased, "Hey boys!". She blew a kiss and winked at the barman, continuing on her way toward two armed guards at the back of the room. They parted for her instantly, revealing a door which led to a back office. The office was simple, two chairs either side of a large desk. Amber sat down in the nearest one, reaching into her purse and dropping the bills on to the desk. "Numero uno fatty paid big this time! You're welcome !" Amber huffed playfully, crossing her legs and tapping her fingers on the desk. A dark figure emerged from the back of the office, and a surprisingly feminine voice responded, "Amber, I swear you have a weird obsession with the chubby ones... any problems?". The figure stepped forward, revealing a tall, muscular woman dressed in mostly black leather. Pink hair in a pixie cut topped her pretty face, and despite a couple of tattoos on her wrists and a nose piercing, Bev was not your typical 'pimp'. Amber leant forward, giving Bev a good view of her tits, "No problems Bev, you know I've got "Marco Lardo" in the palm of my hand! He's like putty, literally!" Bev sat down, counting the bills on the table, "Whatever works for you I guess, keep it up". Bev finished counting, sat back and eyed up Amber, nibbling her lip. "He's got good taste though, I'll admit." Amber pouted, "Aw thanks Bev, could do you a deal sometime too!" She giggled. Bev smirked, "Oh you have no idea, but we'll have to reschedule, you've got a new customer. He paid up front this morning. Fifty Gs for one month of all access Amber, starting tomorrow." Amber suddenly jumped, "Fifty Gs?! Holy fuck!". Amber was on fifty percent commission. It didn't take a genius to work out that was some big bucks. Amber had the widest grin. "Yep, the name's Tony. Passed to me through from one of my 'colleagues'. Said that he wanted exclusive rights for a month for everything. Bedroom, dates, company, whatever he wants. Hell he's paid upfront you do anything this guy wants, understand?". Amber giggled, "Sure Bev, I'm on it. Maybe if he's lardy enough he'll be doing everything I want for a month, eh?" She winked, turned and exited the room. Bev stared as she exited, transfixed by her ass. "I'll text you the details." ---- Amber exited the building, and started walking toward her apartment. Twenty-five fucking Gs.... I'm gonna be rolling in it! Jeez this life is easy. Entering the apartment, she grabbed an apple from a bowl on the side. No chance of finding any junk food here, Amber kept a strict diet and exercise regime to ensure she got as much work as possible. Her work had paid for a nice apartment. Clean, modern, better than most could have her age. At 24, Amber had amassed quite a fortune through this line of work. She even had a full gym setup at home, to keep herself in tip top shape. Changing into some gym clothes for a quick workout, Amber stopped and admired her figure in a full length mirror. Sorry Marco, your lardy ass is going to have to go without me for a month.... She laughed, biting into her apple whilst she set in to her evening workout, ready for the month ahead...
Chapter 2: First Impressions Amber hopped out of the cab and glanced at the house. She always eyed up new customers trying to see how much money she could tease out of their mitts. The neighbourhood and house weren't quite befitting of someone spending fifty grand for her services, she thought. It was typical suburbia - a pretty safe neighbourhood, at least. She was dressed in tight denim shorts and a low cut top, which sort of stuck out in this environment. Not wanting to draw too much attention, she quickly walked up to the entrance of the house. It looked like no-one was home - no lights on and no car in the driveway. Amber checked her phone, "Definitely the right address...." she gently said to herself. She went to ring the bell, and noticed a small post-it on the door: "Gone to the store, be back in a sec. Key's under the mat. T. Xx" Amber shrugged, and reached for the key under the mat. She unlocked the door and stepped inside. Amber's small heels echoed through the house as she took her first steps in the hallway. "Hello? Anybody home?" No response. She reached the end of a small hallway and found a light switch. Flicking it on revealed a kitchen much more like she was expecting. She was delighted to see a modern kitchen with a full range of new appliances. *Cha-ching! THIS is more like it!*. Amber plopped her purse on the counter, as she began to nose around the kitchen. She noticed she could tell a lot about new clients from a kitchen, and so far she thought this person had taste. It was very much how she wanted her own kitchen someday. She also noticed no fruit bowl or smoothie machine in sight, "Hmm not a fan of fruit... I wonder if this is another chubby subby for meeeee?". She excitedly hurried to the fridge, and her thoughts were confirmed - it was stocked to the brim with junk food. "Jesus, maybe a VERY chubby subby...". She gasped at the sheer amount of food crammed in to this already massive fridge. Even the fruit and vegetable drawers were filled with chocolate and chilled desserts. She closed the doors, about to investigate the rest of the house when she suddenly heard the front door unlock. Amber quickly assumed her seduction pose. She brushed her hair through her hands and hopped up on the counter, waiting for her mystery man to approach around the corner. She heard some shopping bags drop at the door, followed by some heavy footsteps approaching up the hallway. Amber crossed her legs, ensuring as much was on show as possible and welcomed her new client, "Well hey there cutie! I've been waiting for you!". A strong, feminine voice responded, much to Amber's surprise, "Oh goodie, I've been waiting for you too!". As soon as Amber saw the first limb of this individual come around the corner, she knew this was way more than her usual 'chubby subby'. Amber froze, looking at the figure in front of her. Firstly, it wasn't a guy. Secondly, she was way beyond chubby. She was by far the largest person Amber had ever seen in her life. The woman was wearing cheap, ill-fitting shorts which showed off her lumpy legs. That was the first thing Amber noticed. They were absolutely ruined by fat. Amber had seen big legs, but this was something else. They didn't even look like legs, but rather something from a sci-fi horror movie. The woman started to walk toward her, and Amber could only watch with a mixture of fascination and sickness as one leg roll peeled off another in ways she didn't even think were possible. It was about this time that Amber's eyes drifted upward, watching the woman's hanging, bulbous gut being pushed out the way with each step, swinging back and fro as she walked. She realised this was the only way she could walk, creating a noticable waddle resulting in her wide flanks bouncing around with each step. Everything about her was so misshaped, and it took a moment for Amber to identify which of the many sets of rolls were her breasts. They were huge, but flat and saggy, seperating to either side of her gut as she walked. Amber was so confused, still in horror at the sight that was lumbering toward her. The woman approached the counter, causing Amber to look up slightly as she saw the woman's smile beaming back at her. Her facial features were smothered in more hanging fat. Her neck was non-existent as the fat drooped from her face onto the top of her chest. Her hair was dark, greasy and wiry, pulled back in to a pony tail showing off oddly tiny ears which only did more to accentuate her fat head. Suddenly, a pair of pudgy hands grabbed Amber's waist, pressing her into the soft, sagging gut in front of her. Before Amber could react, her lips were planted on the hairy upper lip of the beastly woman, as a strong waft of garlic assaulted her nostrils. That was enough to snap Amber out of her stupor, as she reeled her head away in disgust. She pushed the woman back, and as she did so, felt her hands sink into the sweaty flesh in front of her. The woman staggered back, leaving Amber flicking her wet sticky fingers in disgust. "What the FUCK are you doing?!" Amber spat in the nearby sink, washing her mouth with the tap as she was trying to get the taste of an unknown earlier meal out of her mouth. She wiped her mouth, turning back to the monsterous woman behind her. "I'm here for your husband, you fat fuck!". The woman was taken aback at first, regaining her balance and finally resting against the counter. As she leaned against the counter, Amber noticed her gut hanging underneath, poking out slightly from under the shirt. She smirked at Amber, "You mean Tony?". Amber huffed and brushed herself down, and angrily answered "Yes. Tony. Is he here for christ sake? If not I'm wasting my time and I'll come back later." The woman chuckled, "Hun, I'M Tony. With an I. T-O-N-I." She reached down and lifted part of her belly, "I was told you didn't mind those on the larger side?" She dropped the held flab, causing a ripple to permeate across her body, almost making Amber throw up on the spot. "I was also told that you worked with women too, don't be disappointing me, whore.". Toni heaved herself off the counter, moving toward Amber. "I don't have a problem with women, or chubbies, it's just-". Amber stopped, thinking about what she was going to say as she eyed up the ugly blob in front of her. She hesitated, but couldn't help herself. "You're fucking disgusting, that's my problem. I've never seen anyone as big as you and it's actually making me sick in my mouth. There's no way I can be anywhere near you, let alone FUCK you." Amber snatched her purse off the counter. "Do something about yourself, stop eating every fucking thing in the house and have some self-respect. Clean yourself up too, you stink." Toni didn't even bat an eye, she j
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