This choice: Tifa can't say no to free drinks, her stomach grows • Go Back...Chapter #5Tifa can't say no to free drinks, her stoma... by: Unknown Given Tifa was a stunningly beautiful barmaid with a generously sized chest, it was almost every other customer who insisted that she 'have a drink on them'. Still trying to build up her customer base to turn over a decent profit in the first year of her business, Tifa realised wearily that she had no choice but to accept most of them. She aimed for drinks that weren't too alcoholic, beers mostly, given she still had to work. Unfortunately beers were packed with calories in a way spirits and wines weren't, her usual drink of choice, and even someone as fighting fit as Tifa wasn't immune to the effects of several extra calories a day. She was fortunate she had a fairly active job, Tifa knew that her problem would be much bigger had she not had a job where she was on her feet all day.
Tifa was beautiful, from her amber eyes, to her heart shaped face, and to her long legs that were complimented by the short black skirt she wore. Her breasts were round and full, and strained at the white tank top she wore for work, perky despite their size. Until recently her stomach had been flat and toned, with the hints of abs under the pale skin. Weeks of beer had pushed her slightly softer stomach out into a pot belly, which was fast developing into a heavy gut that hung over the waistband of her skirt. She looked almost seven months pregnant, given the rest of her body was still slender and toned, Tifa sighed a little as she looked down at the rounded belly that stuck out stubbornly from her.
"I need to work out more," Tifa ran a hand over the curve of it, it was surprisingly firm to the touch, and quite heavy as she ran her palm under the bottom of it, "Seriously. I don't know how much bigger I can get." She could feel her stomach swaying with her as she walked behind the bar, and noted with some embarrassment that she had to take extra care not to knock anything off the low shelf behind the bar; her bigger stomach made the area behind the counter feel all the more narrow. Blushing a little to herself, Tifa poured out a couple of glasses for two of the locals, biting back a groan as they grinned, and insisted she had a drink on them.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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