Happy Valentine's Day!

Quence

Quence

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FAGGOT OF THE YEAR Macfag
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Nisse said:
You are not popular. You wish you were popular like me.
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I don’t believe it. EDF would have a full month of mourning if I were to pass away. Everyone loves me!

Stoic Sigma said:
@Quence , will you be my valentine?
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Before I say “yes”, are there any responsibilities associated with being your valentine?

tasuviyo said:
I hope @Quence never dies. She is my BBW goddess
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Spazzy Tassy, I think you must have me confused with someone else. I couldn’t bear to live with myself if I was even a MICROGRAM overweight!!
 
Quence said:
Spazzy Tassy, I think you must have me confused with someone else. I couldn’t bear to live with myself if I was even a MICROGRAM overweight!!
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deep in the humid jungles of Thailand, in an agricultural city humming with the buzz of commerce, social life, farms, in their grand temple, with glorious wooden architecture... quence sits atop a heavily reinforced platform covered in colorful pillows and cloth, made of the finest silk textiles. her enormous buttocks swaddled by purple blankets. to preserve her modesty, her obese body is shrouded in pink and gold taffeta (traditional clothes do not fit her any longer) there she spends her days being tended to by the priests of the temple, who wash and oil quence's sensitive skin, paying much attention to her joints, where the fat folds are especially bulbous and deep. they use gentle soaps scented with rare herbs. her skin is pampered with luxurious products. no expense is spared in keeping her skin clean, hydrated, and glowing. to cover the mild yeasty aroma emanating from quince's numerous blubber rolls, the priests periodically spray her down with exotic perfumes of ambergris and spices. day in and day out the local farmers bring in fresh ingredients for the local chefs, culinary geniuses skilled in the numerous food traditions of Thailand and its neighboring countries. the chefs transform simple produce and meats into delectable twelve course meals. not an hour goes by that the city isn’t filled with the hiss of cookery and the smell of thai culinary staples: rice, coconut, chili, lemongrass, curry, fruits, and sugar. a steady stream of hands carries the ingredients into kitchens, cooks them into delectable meals in bright flashes of fire and sizzling smoke, and arranges them on hearty earthen plates, bowls, jugs. each stage of the twelve course meal large enough to feed several grown men, with heaping portions of rice, protein, fats, carbohydrates, and sugar. Large tiger prawns, orange, fat, and juicy, much like quince's cumin-stained fingers after a meal, wrapped in crispy vermicelli, deep-fried to perfection, and served with a gleaming red sweet chili dipping sauce. steamed seabass, a white meat as delicate and tender as quince's own flesh, infused with fresh bright green lime, garlic, and chili, served in an elegant broth. royal Massaman curry with Wagyu beef slow-cooked with potatoes, coconut milk, and toasted spices. Thai custard infused with pandan, coconut milk, and served in a hollowed-out roasted orange pumpkin, adding a rich nutty aroma. Crunchy water chestnut rubies, served in fragrant rose-infused coconut milk, topped with shaved ice and edible flowers. Oh yes, the farmers and the chefs, they work hard to produce incredible feasts for Quence to eat, and eat, and eat. Because the villagers know... Yes, they know, that the fatter their goddess gets, the more blessings she brings upon them, her gargantuan weight creating a well of spiritual gravity. pulling in the coursing cosmic rivers of karma and spirit... rain and sun to grow their crops. Strong, roaring markets, to usher in gold and prosperity to their people... blessed be the priests. blessed be the farmers. blessed be the chefs.
 
tasuviyo said:
deep in the humid jungles of Thailand, in an agricultural city humming with the buzz of commerce, social life, farms, in their grand temple, with glorious wooden architecture... quence sits atop a heavily reinforced platform covered in colorful pillows and cloth, made of the finest silk textiles. her enormous buttocks swaddled by purple blankets. to preserve her modesty, her obese body is shrouded in pink and gold taffeta (traditional clothes do not fit her any longer) there she spends her days being tended to by the priests of the temple, who wash and oil quence's sensitive skin, paying much attention to her joints, where the fat folds are especially bulbous and deep. they use gentle soaps scented with rare herbs. her skin is pampered with luxurious products. no expense is spared in keeping her skin clean, hydrated, and glowing. to cover the mild yeasty aroma emanating from quince's numerous blubber rolls, the priests periodically spray her down with exotic perfumes of ambergris and spices. day in and day out the local farmers bring in fresh ingredients for the local chefs, culinary geniuses skilled in the numerous food traditions of Thailand and its neighboring countries. the chefs transform simple produce and meats into delectable twelve course meals. not an hour goes by that the city isn’t filled with the hiss of cookery and the smell of thai culinary staples: rice, coconut, chili, lemongrass, curry, fruits, and sugar. a steady stream of hands carries the ingredients into kitchens, cooks them into delectable meals in bright flashes of fire and sizzling smoke, and arranges them on hearty earthen plates, bowls, jugs. each stage of the twelve course meal large enough to feed several grown men, with heaping portions of rice, protein, fats, carbohydrates, and sugar. Large tiger prawns, orange, fat, and juicy, much like quince's cumin-stained fingers after a meal, wrapped in crispy vermicelli, deep-fried to perfection, and served with a gleaming red sweet chili dipping sauce. steamed seabass, a white meat as delicate and tender as quince's own flesh, infused with fresh bright green lime, garlic, and chili, served in an elegant broth. royal Massaman curry with Wagyu beef slow-cooked with potatoes, coconut milk, and toasted spices. Thai custard infused with pandan, coconut milk, and served in a hollowed-out roasted orange pumpkin, adding a rich nutty aroma. Crunchy water chestnut rubies, served in fragrant rose-infused coconut milk, topped with shaved ice and edible flowers. Oh yes, the farmers and the chefs, they work hard to produce incredible feasts for Quence to eat, and eat, and eat. Because the villagers know... Yes, they know, that the fatter their goddess gets, the more blessings she brings upon them, her gargantuan weight creating a well of spiritual gravity. pulling in the coursing cosmic rivers of karma and spirit... rain and sun to grow their crops. Strong, roaring markets, to usher in gold and prosperity to their people... blessed be the priests. blessed be the farmers. blessed be the chefs.
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