She was a tall, slender woman with a respectable bust and rump and a short ponytail of brown hair draping down her back. She had just requested to live on the island, but you didn’t answer yet, instead you paid close attention to the emotions flitting across her face and her body language. Despite the hint of embarrassment at seeing such a massive woman so completely naked, you also detected a touch of reverence and awe at being before you. Most of the people that had come to your island knew full well what happened to women here, and all embraced it even if they didn’t at first. That made you think back to when another woman showed up here, asking for admittance, nearly a year ago. She was barely out of her teens and bright and full of life, but it turned out she was an aspiring reporter hoping to catch her big break by escaping with the story of what transpired on your island. The addition of nearly three hundred pounds bloating her formerly thin frame, as well as being a focal point of several of the regular orgies held on the island had showed her how good things could be here; last you heard of her, she had settled down with one of the other young women and become quite content with her new life.
Turning your attention back to the woman before you, you saw that she was still quietly and eagerly waiting for your answer. Instead of responding directly, you asked the two women lounging against your mass what they thought, just to draw things out a bit further.
Aziza, an ebony skinned and raven haired former model, responded first with “We should let her join us, my lady. All who come should experience the joy we feel here on your island.”
“I think we should test her first, my queen,” the formerly statuesque Russian military woman, Svetlana, countered. “Make her prove that she truly wishes to join our way of living.
Looking down at the platinum blond woman, you could tell that she was likely thinking of the reporter woman as well.
“That is an excellent suggestion, Svetlana,” and the woman beamed because of your compliment. Turning your gaze back to the prospective subject, you then said “Before I can accept you, you will have to undergo a little test, nothing too complex mind you.”
A brief expression of shock came over her face before she bowed her head and said as respectfully as she could, “Of course, anything.”
“Mm-mmm,” was your response, before you laid out what she had to do.
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