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Chef May (Paid Post #3)
🕑 Added 2022-11-30 02:16:35 +0000 UTCThanksgiving had ended, but that was no where near the end of the holiday season, and For Chef May, that meant more food. A lot more food. It was throwing all of her weight goals out of whack. She needed to find a way to be thinner. Everyone always told her it would be difficult for her to find someone because of her weight.
She was baking some holiday cookies when the ad came over the radio. Get skinny today! All she had to do was call the number.
Chef May dropped everything. Her hands will still covered in flour, but she couldn't grab her phone fast enough. White fingerprints covered the screen and case as she dialed.
She put the phone up to her ear, and listened, It was quiet at first, but quickly built to an ear piercing squeal. She dropped her phone in pain as she felt shock waves through her body emanating from her ear.
Amazingly, she felt something happening to her body. It started in her arms. Her fingers were plumping up, like the fat of her arms were being shoved into her hands, and then it was being let out from her fingertips, almost as if her fingers were, pardon the expression, farting fat from her body. She watched in amazement as Her hands first became so fat and then shrank to a much smaller feminine size.
Then her cheeks felt flush as they sunk and became skinny. The fat from her face dropping into her chest, her shoulders shrinking. As it fell to her chest her breasts inflated tearing her uniform to pieces. And then her over inflated tits began to expel the same gas from her nipples. The fat just melting out of her fun bags as she became smaller and smaller.
Next her stomach and ass started to droop as the fat fell into her legs. they became huge. Obliterating her pants as the fat fell down past her juicy rump, past her thighs, her knees, her cankles. Destroying her shoes, and then her toes just let all that gas out. All that fat just escaping any way it could.
When it was all over with Chef May was completely breathless. It took her some time to compose herself after all that. She needed clothes, but all she could find was an apron.
She slipped it on and checked herself out.
“Wow” was all she could mutter. She didn't think she'd have any problem finding someone to kiss on New Years Eve this year.
