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The video faded up on the inside of a car, looking from the drivers side to an empty passenger seat. The voice of Bayley floated over the space. “Gotta stop doing this, its just encouraging her, and she’s getting so big. This needs to be the last time.” As she spoke, a figure approached wearing a bright yellow summer dress and carrying two large white boxes. It didn’t take long to see it was Carmella, her blonde hair swaying as she strode towards the car, and just before the door was opened, the camera caught the bump of a belly under the boxes, wobbling beneath the sunflower material. She landed in the seat with a small grunt, the side profile revealing a softened jaw. “Oooh, so exciiiteeed!” She squealed, licking her lips as she ran her hands over the boxes. “Wasn’t it always three each? How many have you go there!?” “Weeeellll…” Carmella looked down the camera biting her lip, “I was totally going to get the box of six like always, but then I saw that they were having this

From the moment of her return, they’d both known a collision was inevitable. Rhea Ripley had been riding high as the WWE Women’s World Champion for some months, with her boys in the Judgement Day backing her up, and her beau Dominik Mysterio by her side. But she was well aware that Nia Jax had her own family, vast and illustrious, and perhaps scarier still, she hadn’t yet called on them for help, facing up each and every challenge on her own. Nia’s advantage was clear, at least in Rhea’s mind. No one in the division came close to her in terms of overall size, and her weight and height brought with them a certain amount of natural power, something she’d also clearly been working on leading up to her return. No matter how skilled and strong-willed Rhea was, unless she was able to combat Nia’s size, she would always feel like she was at a disadvantage. “I still say you’re stronger than her.” Dominik had stated, wrapping himself around one of her arms, almost like a young chimp with its

It had started as a fun couples activity, a way for Renee to share her passion with her husband without it feeling like a one-way street. Of course, Jon Moxley could only do things the Jon Moxley way, and Renee had repeatedly found herself shaking her head as he added each ingredient “until it felt right.” The first few creations out of ‘café de Moxley’ then, as one might expect, could generously be described as ‘edible’; even Jon’s own hardened palette was quite up to more than a mouthful. Renee had privately expected this, and didn’t necessarily mind her apparent failure to teach her husband. It was nice to have something she was so much better at than he was. She would encourage him though, and Jon really seemed to make an effort to get better. The first moment came when Jon emerged from their kitchen one day. Renee couldn’t hide a smile at his appearance; shirtless and grizzled, with a fresh scar on his forehead from a recent match, but wearing her luminous pink apron and oven

After the usual intro and some establishing shots of the Mizanin’s stately home, Miz & Mrs got right into the action. “It’s moving day!!!” exclaimed Maryse, arm blubber wobbling as she threw her hands out wide, though not as wide as her body. A further montage showed Miz and some family members carrying and packing boxes with household items. The house was busy, except in the grand room where Maryse lounged, where instead the enormous, immobile woman calmly ate roasted chicken wings from a platter at her side. Each wing looked like barely a morsel with the chubby hands and round, triple-chinned face of Maryse bearing down on them. “I still can’t believe that’s what you’re having for breakfast.” Her mother said as she sat with her, which with Maryse meant sitting several feet away where her belly rolled onto the edge of the bed. “I eat what I want.” Maryse replied without looking up, sucking a chunk of chicken from the bone pinched in her pudgy fingers and discarding the

“How is she?” Leila Grey raised an eyebrow, “Same as always. Except fatter, although at this point its hard to tell how much.” Red Velvet made to move into the room, but the woman who’d greeted her didn’t move. “She doesn’t want to see you, y’know. She doesn’t want to see anyone really, but I really doubt she wants to see you at all.” “You sure about that?” Red replied with a smirk, holding up several large paper bags marked with the Wendy’s logo. Leila paused for a moment, but eventually rolled her eyes and let Red past. Her boss almost certainly wouldn’t want to see her, she barely tolerated seeing Leila these days, but if she found out she’d turned away free food it might be the last straw for their tenuous alliance. Following their visitor through the large hallway, Leila grimaced at the black trashbags waiting to be taken out. For all the standards her boss had let slip, she insisted on her room being near-spotless at all time, and with the volume of trash created, that meant

Aimee had stayed over. Ironically, after their two impromptu skirmishes the previous day, they hadn’t had sex that night. Instead, Aimee had laid with her head on AJ’s shoulder and her hand gently rubbing her belly, as her lover had slipped into a food coma. She had wondered if the weigh-in had been a mistake. AJ’s reaction had taken up most of the afternoon, as she dealt with the fact she was over 100lbs heavier than she’d been a year ago. Immediately, she’d seemed to go into a kind of shock. As Aimee had fought to control the urge to once again take this woman in her arms, AJ had stepped back from the scales as if threatened by them. She’d looked down at her belly, gently taking it in her hands like she was feeling it for the first time, then looked up at Aimee with an expression that she could only describe as innocent fear. Instantly Aimee had sprung into action. Even though neither could say they’d been in this exact scenario before, there had been nights before pitching scripts