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She mocked you with every skipped glance, every joke she made at your expense, every night she slipped into something tight and walked out the door without you. The weight had crept on slowly, then fast—eighty pounds of softness padding your chest, your belly, your thighs. And with it came silence, tension, distance. Tonight, as she disappeared into the night again, you swallowed something dark, something sold with no return policy. A pill that promised purge. Instead, it awakened a hunger that scorched through you. And when she returned, smug and drunk and glittering with sweat, you were waiting—hot, hard, and ready to take back everything. dom top, erotic horror, slow burn, weight fetish, jealousy, transformation foreshadowing, emotional humiliation.
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