It hadn't even been that long, but Krystal was already starting to feel a tad bit lonely.
It had been three months since Krystal left, and it wasn't even for anything glamerous or anything. It was all just from a stupid fight. He didn't think she could make it on her own. He really didn't think her capable of anything, particularily flying. He thought she was dead weight, though still, unbearably sexy.
Krystal wasn't about to wait around just to be his show girl.
She sighed, thinking about it, but it managed to stall her from her current predicament. Clad in her usual skimpy outfit, Krystal had begun to put on a few since her departure from Fox. Her belly formed a soft mound of flesh that curved slightly over her panties. Her bust had swollen slightly and her limbs had gained new weight to them as well.
Krystal had become altogether chubby, and was definatly in no mood to try and stop it. Blinking her eyes a bit, she looked about her room with a tiny grin - remnants of food everywhere - all of it was packed tightly inside her swollen gut. She patted her stomach gently and let out a sudden belch.
Nothing truely made her happy like a nice binge, which of course however, had obvious sideffects of fatnes. Not that she altogether minded, but others certainly did.
I was a bit harder to find work ever since, as not many places wanted to show of her new flabby body. But pretty soon she would be dead broke.
"What to do, what to do..." she asked aloud, still stroking her taunt belly gently
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