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Krysten's Program
🕑 Added 2021-09-07 13:11:41 +0000 UTCKrysten is your tall, athletic, fit girlfriend. She is 5’9” and weighs 141 pounds. She loves working out, running, and swimming, but you can tell she isn’t happy with the way she looks.
“I want to be thicc!” she exclaims one evening when you come home.
“Thick?” you ask, with a smirk.
“No… thicc. With two ‘c’s’,” she corrects you. She is pouring through the contents of a large package she has received.
“What is all this?”
“It’s this new Thiccly Meals program, it can build a curvy figure through targeted weight gain. You’re going to help me.”
You blink with astonishment as you have never heard of such a thing, but the two of you look over the directions. There are pre-packaged meals and separate ala carte options. Everything is color-coded for where a woman wants her growth to occur.
“Pink is for breasts, Yellow is for butt, Blue is for thighs, Green is for hips, Red is for overall weight gain and Black is for height,” you read aloud in disbelief.
“Yup,” she says. “I’m going to start with a pink, yellow and green meal.”
She uses the labeled containers to put together her first meal and puts it in the microwave. Two minutes later and she is chowing down on what looks and smells like an exclusive restaurant quality dish.
“Babe, that smells great,” you say.
“Mmm, it is great,” she says between bites and covering her mouth. “I measured 34-24-33 before, and I was a 32B. Any guesses as to what I’ll be after this?”
“How much is it supposed to…” you start to ask but are hushed into stunned silence as her body is already responding to the meal. Her breasts are the first thing you notice as they spread and droop and begin to hang off her chest down towards her plate.
“You were saying?” she asks with a laugh as she is obliged to push her plate out of the way in front of her.
She leans over in her chair and pats her rapidly expanding hips and thicker bottom.
“Wow, this is incredible,” you say, coming up behind her and scooping your hands under her breasts. You can feel them spreading and getting heavier.
“Those look like K cups to me, maybe L’s. And I bet my hips are at least 45 inches now. Let’s measure me and find out," she asks.
You aren't listening but are instead shuffling through the box and examining the other options.
