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--- Plus Sized Elf Weight gain Slob --- Elfuda sat in her house in the other world, resting in her village. She sighed, looking out at the peaceful tranquility of her home. She would fiddle with her blonde hair every so often, checking to make sure that her intricate braid was still tied in a bun. After, she would test her green leotard, making sure that the stretchy leathers were keeping her magnificent bust in check. Elfuda had managed to lose the distinctive weight she had gained in the human world, but kept the extra inches to her bust line. She had not only managed to return to her village, but return more beautiful than before. Yet, the return had not been as sweet as she would have liked. Elfuda was missing something. At night, she thought back to the human world and the people she had met there. Naoe came to mind first, his kind and gentle spirit was sorely missed. Shortly after the thoughts about Naoe came the thoughts about her true love though. French fries. “I miss them

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Tags: Weight gain and USSBBW fats, light drunkenness “Ann. . .don’t you think this is a bit much? Makoto Nijima asked, looking at the drinks arrayed on the table in front of her. Her plaid skirt swished as she approached the table, helped by her chubby buttocks. It was rather impressive what her blonde friend and fellow Phantom Thief had whipped up for them. She had spent all day on the phone, calling various places and putting orders in. Ann seemed to know every menu in town by heart, effortlessly picking through their listings for the perfect dishes. Deliveries had flooded in, arriving at the house all day. Makoto and Ann had taken turns arranging them on a singular table. Food of all sorts lined the table. It was a spread for a party of 20. The comparison was further cemented when Makoto put her two wine bottles at the far end of the table, her contribution to the party. It was highly ironic that, when she had picked up the bottles, Makoto had felt like she was the one overdoing