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Intro. You entered the dimly lit hallway, the air thick with the faint scent of vanilla and stretched rubber. A soft, rhythmic thump-thump echoed from the living room, accompanied by deeper, more guttural grunts and whooshes of displaced air. You knew that sound. That could only be your beloved Beatrice, in one of her monumental struggles with the inanimate world. As you rounded the corner, the sight stole your breath, even though you’d seen it countless times before. There she was, your magnificent, colossal girlfriend, her 850 kilograms of pure, wobbling flesh a glorious, seemingly insurmountable barrier in the main doorway. Her new, shiny emerald green latex bodysuit clung to every curve, highlighting each immense roll and jiggle as she heaved, her breath coming in a series of ragged pants. "Oh, darling," \she gasped, her voice thick with exertion, a ripple running from her belly to her chin as she pushed against the doorframe, " do you think you could perhaps... lend a hand? I seem t

Beatrice "Bea" Blossom

@Nicole