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Post by observer on Jun 5, 2011 9:41:09 GMT -4
A gentle knock came from the door. "Hope you don't mind Italian food. It'll be about twenty to thirty minutes to cook." Will said from the otherside of the door. Claire put a hand on the edge of the tub as she looked toward the door, her hand and fingers looking a bit chubby.
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Post by jaxkent on Jun 5, 2011 22:04:16 GMT -4
Shocked by the sight, she splashed her face with some of the warm bath water. She slowly peeled her eyes open and to her relief her hand was back to normal. Still freaked out, she couldn't take her eyes off her hand. "Oh sure that sounds delicious, I can't wait" she replied without thinking about what she was saying. She absentmindedly wiped some of the chocolate from the crease of her mouth. Behind her, the box of chocolates lay empty except the wrappers.
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Post by observer on Jun 6, 2011 0:07:56 GMT -4
"Alright. Mrs. Winston's spare room is just across the hall when your done." He said before his footsteps could be heard heading back down the hall.
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Post by jaxkent on Mar 23, 2012 0:11:55 GMT -4
(BACK! sorry for the absence...) After quite some time Claire emerged from the soapy water her body squeaky clean, the remnants of her chocolate snack wiped away. She felt overly relaxed and refreshed taking her time to dry her slender body off as the hot bubble bath made her feel sluggish and light headed, even a little dizzy (almost not noticing her tummy rumbling). After wrapping her naked shape with her towel, she made her way to the guest room to get herself changed for hopefully a satisfying dinner.
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Post by observer on Mar 23, 2012 12:29:42 GMT -4
(No problem. Hope your doing better given your note.) Quickly walking across the hallway she found a rather spacious room. There was a kingsize bed taking up one corner of the room, a nice looking nightstand with a picture of her fatter doppelganger next to it. There was a folding closet door across from the foot of the bed, a wardrobe dresser next to it. Claire locked the room door so she'd have some privacy to change before walking over toward the closet and wardrobe.
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Post by jaxkent on Mar 24, 2012 22:48:48 GMT -4
(Lol im doing fine now and feeling great!) Claire opened the wardrobe in hopes of finding something suitable for a fashionista like herself to wear, but her hopes were soon crushed. Inside the wardrobe clothes were lazily folded and stored with no real order or cleanliness. The clothes themselves were no better being fashionably outdated by maybe five to ten years and being of all shapes and sizes (the wardrobe of someone gaining lots of weight over several years). Claire rubbed her brow, "Someone please wake me up from this nightmare, who could subject themselves to this kind of torture" she muttered to herself while sifting through the motley assortment.
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Post by observer on Mar 25, 2012 0:22:23 GMT -4
She started looking through the smaller of the clothes (most of which seemed a bit big for her), trying to at least make something fashionable out of the clothes. After ten minutes of shifting through the clothes Claire was reduced to a pink shirt that was a size or two big for her and a pair of navy blue sweats (most of the pants and skirts that fit her had holes and tears in them). The panties she had grabbed from the wardrobe were white with the words 'Bootylicious' across the back. The bra she'd grabbed was a little loose, but she figured one night wouldn't be bad. Slipping her feet into a pair of geeky looking slippers Claire made her way to the door, hoping Will wouldn't laugh too much at the way she looked.
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