Obeseland Residents - Gluttons: Tolstyy Sisters 3 by TheContramunbdi, literature
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Obeseland Residents - Gluttons: Tolstyy Sisters 3
Obeseland Residents - Gluttons: Tolstyy Sisters
Part 3 - Sarah
We continue our documentary with another interview with one of the Tolstyy sisters, Sarah who worked at the "Round Life" youth clothing store.
- Hello Sarah, we already spoke briefly in the interview with Minie who works with you at the clothing store. Now, we are doing an interview with your family, we have already spoken with Julia and Natasha.
- Have you spoken to the brat? Did Julia leave something for us to tell you when it was our turn? That brat is really annoying! You spoke to Natasha too, right? That one thinks she's the fattest girl in town... Tsk, tsk, tsk... She still has a lot to learn... Kids... eheheheh...
Well, I'm the oldest sister, I'm a year older than our other sister, Natalia, who you haven't interviewed yet, and two years older than Natasha and 7 years older than the brat who talks a lot. When we moved here, I was 15 and for me it was wonderful! You know, that pressure on you, those mean comments
This is a longer chapter - and a happy Christmas to the readers from me, enjoy!
The wheezing sound of the table waiter boy interrupted them – he waddled in his checkered catsuit – carrying a tray full of any feedees dreams “ He….huff puff – here you go” he sat the tray on their table and headed back into the kitchen. Both Bettina and Brian looked enviously at the waiter boy – he was in his late teens – and so supple in all his features from the face to his feet, that was spreading his stinking sneakers out so widely, that the rubber foxing was only visible around the rubber toe cap and heel.
“I’d really like to know his diet – he looks so extremely fit and sexy in that catsuit – I’m sure with every waddle his fupa is stroking his dick to a climax for every 20 feets walk” Brian was almost thinking out loud with eyes glued to the table waiters ass – as he slowly waddled away.
“Lets dig in” Dan’s patience was long gone and the adipimone in his sneakers was doing it’s magic – he wolfed