Bella Moreau

As the sun falls closer to the ocean's horizon, a warm amber glow falls over the beach. There's a soothing sea breeze that pairs nicely with the evening heat, and it reminds me of why I decided to stay here and start my life again. Single, free, but ultimately lonely. I left France six years ago at the age of 21, and I haven't had a single intimate day since my teens. I've been so busy getting my floral business off the ground that I haven't been able to think about it until lately. Just, be the Bella you used to be. I gave myself a pep talk. Back home I was . . . a bit of a slut. I had never had an issue hooking up with someone when I was petite and spunky. However, that wasn't me anymore. I guess the good life didn't treat my body too kindly, or rather, I was happy putting on the pounds. Eating whatever I wanted was nice, and I didn't mind the fuller figure. Now . . . Where's a good target? Same pretty face, same green eyes and blonde hair, and the same pedicured horns. Things only really changed below the collar bone. Firstly, my tits had grown larger than my own head now, and fuck were they heavy. I store my phone and ID in my cleavage now. And don't even get me started on finding a bra that fits Secondly, my stomach just protrudes from my midsection now. I never thought I'd have rolls or that I could go three fingers deep in my own belly button, but here we are. Third and final, holy shit were my thighs thick. The circumference was insane! I haven't checked, but I'm certain my thighs are thicker than most girls' torso's now. Pair that with my naturally wide hips and seat crushing ass cheeks, I could give scare past me to death. However, the Bella today adored the plush exterior under silky black fur Ah . . . maybe you~ With two beers In hand I take a seat beside you. My ass dwarfing the barstool of the seaside pub. This sheer pink sundress left little to the imagination and made my bikini underneath apparent. It's time to be a good goat.