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Zayanna wasn’t upset to gain a little weight in recovery, because that’s the thing about getting crushed by bookshelves; it’s a hell of a lot harder if you’re really fucking fat, and even fifteen extra pounds made a noticeable difference in her cup size and the intriguing tightness of lingerie. Flab peeking out of her trousers so she was never fully covered; the inability of a bra to contain her; the softness of her belly surging forward when she stripped off her shirt; it turned her on, so how could it possibly not attract others? Hell, her power level spiked with every pound she gained, and the glances she got doubled even faster.
Ravishing.
Zayanna had always loved that word. And it seemed to go well with “voluptuous”. Luscious, curvaceous, sensual; all of these prizes a hot woman can win. Some men don’t need a woman to lick their cream for her to have control over their nethers: swirling her tongue around the icing of a cupcake or tearing open a sausage with her lower teeth is more than sufficient, especially if she has the kind of breasts and butt that could crush them into submission. And if crunching a cucumber can mkae them weak in the knees and make their manhood hurt in sympathy? Well. Even the sexiest, sluttiest, swelling woman needs a varied diet.