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OK, so she was jealous. Why shouldn't she be? The idea of inviting a then-pudgy Paula to Vander House was a cute one; she had once enthusiastically voiced it herself. But as the girl's weight surged upwards (seemingly without the aid of her house), Miranda started viewing her as a rival. After all her hard work, she didn't want to be supplanted, nor did she want to share. So seeing Paula being fed cake, bare-breasted, in the middle of the living room, was a little much. To be honest, she was still reeling from the image. Was it fair that the girl's tits were so disproportionately large?
Sweet Jesus they were big. And round, yet so soft looking. Miranda wondered how it would feel to cradle just one of those breasts in her hands, lift that fat nub of a nipple up to her lips and suck.
"I really think you should talk to her." Arin's voice interrupted Miranda's guilty little fantasy.
Miranda turned away so her housemate wouldn't see her blushing. "Talk to her?"
"Yeah, it'd be good. I think you'll like each other. Well, I know she'll like you. She's pretty smitten. She told me that you're the reason she's gotten so big. You're like her idol."
"R-really?" That was very flattering, but it was suddenly putting all sorts of pressure on her. She didn't want to slip up and sound like a jealous bitch to a fan.
Arin picked up on the apprehension in her voice. "It'll be fine. Go, be yourself; you're a natural charmer- and so cute!"