I mean, did you feel that sense of power from her? Dakota felt so small and frail face to face with such a woman. Her immense size was a sight to behold.
She tried to visualize what it would be like to be that big. Taking up so much space around her just by standing there. People needing to clear a path just for her, like her presence commanded that much attention.
And the sheer heft of her body would be felt every day. Weighing down on her and whatever she was sitting on. Quaking footsteps making booming sounds with each footfall.
That body. Holy hell she thought she new curves, busty or hourglass and whatnot… but she could have a chest bigger than her head, a bubble butt that couldn’t be matched and to top it all off, a prized globular belly.
Her appetite. Eating whatever she wanted whenever she wanted. Especially if it was in mass. The thought of being able to eat what was put in front of her as well. All her favorite foods could be hers and then some all at once.
Lastly, her attitude. Since moving to Daven’s port she had felt overwhelmed and lacked control. But seeing Bertha insult, swear and make demands of her was like seeing a glimpse into a life where she could say and do anything without consequence. Just let lose without worrying what others had to say, even if it meant she would get nasty.
Dakota saw a big fat bitch, and that’s what she wanted to become. A big fat bitch.
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