“Oh my god stop it!” Screamed a livid Amanda. She had just caught her 4 year old daughter coloring on her walls. The little girl had known better but had done it anyways. Amanda knew kids would be kids as she sent Angel to her room and started to clean the mess. She was back to her busy crazy life as a West Coast mom.
 The 34 year old woman had a ton of responsibilities currently and felt like she never had time for herself. Her not even being able to fly out to see her new niece and friend’s son/former brother in law,who had just been born. Amanda had taken over more roles at the Chan’s business ever since Lin had arrived on the scene.
 Because of all the new work, Amanda and Jessica had hired some help around the office to take some of the pressure off. Mr and Mrs Chan still worked regularly, but took a more creative role as they raised their new daughter. Amanda always looking at the Chinese toddler when the Chans came to work. Knowing that 3 years ago almost, they had a spiteful white pervert in their lives instead.
 Gone were the days of trying to seduce Mrs Chan in the halls talking about his big cock. Just to only years later to instead have Mrs. Chan wiping the little labia that had replaced it when she changed the child’s diaper. His blood shot wide eyes and balding head changed to that of his new race and gender. Poor William would of never known the wiser as he was and had been Lin Chan for the past 3 years. The racist and sexists man’s original DNA and personality returned to the Earth.
 Amanda had recently hired someone to replace what she had originally done for the company, tech and media. It was listed as a temp position, so she didn’t get many hits on the job postings. Eventually the girl had to settle on hiring a college graduate in his mid twenties. She would have preferred a woman take the role, but she took what she could.
 His name was Adam. The boy just moving to California a few months prior from Nebraska. Amanda thought the boy to be as bland as toast when it came to most things. He wasn’t the brightest light in the room. Even though he was decent at his job, sometimes stupid things would leave his mouth. Sometimes making jokes to her at the expense of the Chans. Adam figured she would laugh, she never did but kept him regardless. Amanda would be back that position anyways in a few months.
 The Chans themselves hired the next two new employees. Since the women didn’t have time to model outfits like they used to, Jessica had hired two women to take the roles on. Like the other job before it, wouldn’t last much longer. The ladies loved showing off their own products, these women would just be temporary. With one of those spots, Amanda was able to reference for.
 Destiny Foxx was in SoCal now. School over the year wasn’t working out for her. When she had reached out to Nicole, she had referred her to Amanda. The girl’s sister passing the photos of Destiny for the Chans to decide. While she was way curvier than a woman the Chans had wanted, they hired her anyways based on Amanda’s good word. She never fully met the girl, but she trusted her because of Jenny. Jessica and Joe not knowing they had just hired an ebony model who a few years back, was a skinny trans woman who digested and absorbed that of a “Phat Ass White Girl”.
 The other model had came In from the ad in the wanted section. Her name was Diya, a woman who was a recent transplant for India. She had come to America to try and make it in Hollywood before she got older. The woman having had small roles in some Bollywood features,didn’t get the success she had hoped for. The 30 year old just wanting to find work to ran out her visa before she returned home to her husband.
 Diya had been hired on the spot by the Chans. They loved the idea of having an Hindu woman sporting some of Jessica’s designs. They had filled many orders to India, so it was only perfect to have a woman from the country model the. The girls overseas looking at the website to see a woman with dark brown skin, long black hair, and big sensuous eyes sporting a bindi between them on her forehead.
 Amanda and the group worked hard over the month getting productivity high. With their new models, the Chans saw a uprise in sales and their own bank account. They would already start saving for Lin’s college fund. Joe feeling that maybe some of the stupid white man left some of his idiocy in his loving daughters mind. Amanda had grow close to Diya in particular.
 While she might have been friends with the girls back East, Destiny partied way to hard for her tastes. She would always go home with a different man each night when they went out. Amanda thought she would of gotten it out of her system but Destiny had been overloaded by her femininity she dreamed of having since she used to be a little boy.
 Diya on the other hand was more of Amanda’s speed. The two hanging out and chatting more instead of drinking. The Hindu woman coming over sometimes to cook for her family a few times. She had showed Amanda how she got roles back in her country, she was an expert belly dancer. Diya would spend some time trying to show the different cultured girl her ways of life.
 Diya had missed her husband back home and enjoyed having a sort of American family . She had been gone for 4 months and couldn’t wait to be back in his arms. The couple like Nicole’s sister had trouble having a baby. She wanted a child so bad and now knowing she wouldn’t make it in America, she figured it was time to settle down. She didn’t want to be like Destiny, being reckless and always on the move. Recently the girl had started even sleeping with Adam at work.
 When Amanda found this out, she knew her chance of getting rid of the dumb boy was done. The woman recently trying to get back in shape all these years after having a child. Diya and her did yoga everyday before they started their jobs. While Amanda saw some results, she need a boost. The girl planning on it possibly being Adam. The bad jokes had continued at work, this time at the expensive of her new friend Diya.
 After doing a meditation and yoga with the girl on one of her final days, Diya asked a question to Amanda she swore she would never thought to have heard from the woman. She was speechless at what the Desi woman told her. The previous night, Destiny had convinced her to go out with her and Adam after work. There they both got super drunk while Diya just had water. When Destiny was being felt up Adam, he had asked her if her mamma gave her that butt. The drunk woman spilling the truth.
 Destiny left out the part where she used to be a man, but told her now boyfriend the juicy details on how she destroyed Brittney’s body and added it to her own. He was soo drunk he just laughed as he felt up the his Haitian girlfriend. “Why hello Brittney, care to play Call of Duty” he said to the woman’s tits as they jiggled in his hand. Diya just sat there listening, something about what the girl was saying felt true to her.
 The couple had forgotten she was even there, completely into themselves. Destiny told her what Jenny informed her about the Chans daughter. That fact he couldn’t believe either and she spilled her drink laughing about it. The ebony woman spilled more than her liquor. Exposing everything she knew about the woman who helped her out years ago. Jenny was being compromised.
 Amanda tried at first to laugh it off telling the Indian woman it was just they fucking with her. She looked into the ladies brown eyes, she knew the woman wasn’t buying it. Amanda had actually grown to like Diya. She felt her and the girl were being close friends. Even though they promised to stay in contact and visit each other, she was sad their time together would end in 3 days with the woman returning to her home country. Her co-worker would be leaving earlier it sadly seemed.
 Before Amanda could figure out a plan, the brown woman in front of her spoke again. “If the truth about Lin is real, I would like your help” said Diya. “ I promise you I would never tell a soul to anyone. Seeing your family has inspired me soo much to start my own. I tried before, but we just kept failing. Please Amanda, please share your experiences with me just like I did you” the woman pleaded to the paler lady in front of her.
 Amanda saw the tears in her eyes. Her friend had been seriously desperate and overhearing that conversation last night gave her some hope even if it was bullshit. She needed this more than anything. The woman herself crying as she hugged the girl and held her tight. Amanda told her she would have to get some approval first but she would see what she could do for her. She spared the woman the details, Diya already heard it from Destiny telling Adam.
 Jenny was beyond pissed as she cursed on the phone in Spanish. It wasn’t Amanda’s fault, she created Destiny. She gave away all the secrets to the girl she trusted and cared for. The little Latina feeling deeply betrayed. Giving Destiny full womanhood has gone to her head. All she cared about was boys, partying, and failing to reach any potential. Before Brittney’s fusion of nutrients, she had been a hard worker. Now, Jenny saw her as someone who was just using beauty for advantage.
 The Spanish woman also was touched by Amanda’s story about Diya. Recently becoming a mother once more, she enjoyed helping women get the happiness she felt as she breastfed Richard while listening to Amanda. The little boy suckling hard from her as she stroked his dark hair. The woman from India should have the right to do it with her own. The two women discussed a plan with all the players accounted for. Amanda already had all the materials she needed.
 The next morning, all of them were at work. Jessica and Joe had taken the day off. Amanda informing her of her intentions for the celebration party being thrown for the temp employees on their last day. The Chans despised Adam, him reminding them of William. At first they welcomed Destiny but some grew tired of her behavior. The woman showing up with what seemed like a new tattoo each week. The Haitian woman was almost covered from head to toe. To the Chans, this looked tacky and they used her less than Diya the last month. The red lips she had on her left cheek being the worst to Joe.
 The Desi woman being the first to arrive to the building. She got a message late in the night while packing her bags for her soon departure. She worried that it wouldn’t be back to India and instead to Amanda’s stomach. The belly that she helped tone up with her teachings and how to dance with. She would probably do it while using her for energy. Diya was relived to see that it was a go.
 Two hours later, Destiny and Adam finally showed up. Fashionably late to their own party at the fashion business. You couldn’t even write this. They reeked of pot, booze and sex. Destiny sat down on the sofa as Adam poured himself some water. “So this is it? Where’s Joe and The misses? I know they been letting us handle all the heavy lifting but they can atleast say fucking goodbye. I guess this is the standard for them back home. Us the warehouse workers and them reeling the rewards” said the man.
 Amanda was so disgusted by this comment. He was being racist in his own joking way. The man hasn’t done a single thing here expect take photos and do the IT work. Amanda is the one who had actually broke her back doing tons of work to make these few months turn to a success.
 “They couldn’t make it today. They were having trouble with Lin last night. The kid couldn’t sleep a wink” she said lying through her teeth. Destiny believed it to be true and laughed at the irony. Thinking that child was getting revenge on the couple by doing what it did as a grown man. Diya sat near Amanda as one started to speak.
 “So Destiny you love to dance right? Well me and Diya have been working on a little thing of our own. Didn’t you know she was a belly dancer back home?” She says. The dark skinned woman did not, she never took the chance to get to know her co-worker outside of the work. If it didn’t have a penis, it barely interested her these days. “Oh sweet, where’s the snake” Adam says back at the girls.
 Destiny laughs as her boyfriend stares at the women smiling. The woman had entertained his shitty behavior, forgetting her own roots along the way. Guess some of Brittney’s trailer trash had stuck around in her body. Amanda smiled at Diya. “No no, don’t laugh I’m serious. Hold on! Let us change!” Amanda said as the girls scurried off.
 Destiny and Adam looked at each other and laughed. They had smoked a blunt in his car before entering. Amanda was way lamer than her sister is what Destiny told him. After few minutes, both girls come back in skimpier clothes. Diya wearing an outfit from her younger days as a dancer. Amanda only in a sports bra and tight yoga pants with her hair tied now in a pony tail.
 The girls put on some music and proceeded to perform in front of the two unsuspecting lovers. Diya moves her big hips, the Desi booty swaying back and forth. Her big bussom shaking as she leaned back and her body worked up a sweat. Adam was biting his lips watching the woman’s tan skin glisten. Her eyes staring right into his soul.
 Destiny tried her hardest not to laugh watching Amanda. The girl had taken a few hip hop dance classes and was a cheerleader in high school. She had some moves but Destiny knew she could do it better. Her bigger booty would destroy what she was shaking. The aging Yoga butt just with a tad jiggle. But she would let the girl have her moment. She was a close friend to the woman who gave her everything she had.
 The song changed as the two slowed down. Amanda running over to dim the lights in the room. Diya started first dancing seductively until her friend arrived the two moving in tandem together. They went together flawlessly, the girls had worked on it for weeks during the yoga lessons. Both women moving towards the sofa.
 Adam watched in a trance. The two girls bodies touching, covering themselves each other’s perspiration. His shorts got tighter as he just keep staring. He had never mentioned it to Destiny, but it was always a dream of his to have a threesome. The man didn’t care which one, he would allow his girlfriend to pick if she was interested.
 She wasn’t though, she never was. Destiny never had a taste for being with a woman, she wanted men. The Haitian girl was starting to lose interest in this show. She wanted to spend her day doing something else before having to find a new job. Things were getting serious now with Adam and they were exclusive. But they both needed work going forth to survive.
 “This is taking fucking forever” the woman chimed in. The two girls timing themselves with the music just right. It was a soft belly dancing song from one of the movies Diya was a background character in. Then smiled at each other and knew the time was getting near. The Indian woman would be the first to strike.
 The woman started to move sexily towards Adam.Destiny could do nothing as she got into her man’s lap. The woman taking off Adam’s shirt.Anger built inside Desinty as she could tell he enjoyed every second.Diya lifted his head back slithering on his chest. When her breasts got to his face, she removed the cap.
 Adam looked down to see nothing but a mountain of cleavage and what he assumed was a shot of some type of liquor. Diya had placed it there while the girls were dancing. Neither person on the sofa noticing it.The man lost in the moment, sunk his face into her breasts and downed the liquid.
 He kept his face buried there for a few seconds, she shook her tits together. As he was being motor boated per say, the empty vial clanging to the floor beneath them. It was then Destiny saw it. Her heart sank as she knew what it meant. She turned around to see Amanda in front of her. As the last note played, she opened her hand and blew. Destiny was out cold.
 Adam was too busy in the chest as it started to feel less cramped. He could even start to breathe better. The man looking to his sides to even start seeing Diya’s dark areola. He wanted so badly to lick them but knew he couldn’t do that, or did he. Maybe it would upset his girlfriend, but he broke up with Christy Johnson last year before he went to high school. He didn’t know, he just knew he loved tits.
 Amanda watched as the man started to regress between her friends cleavage. Him grabbing at them, pawing at them as he was soon nothing but a six year old boy. A kid who panicked and tried to finally escape. Breaking the top in the process freeing the breasts from their prison. It had been the first time Amanda saw her topless, she wore that under the dress she came in.
 The woman held Adam tight against her self, his pants slipping off ages ago. She rubbed his naked body against her chest. His flaccid dick against her tight tummy. Amanda was now the one who wouldn’t stop staring. She had a girlfriend in college but shortly after met Dean. Diya was a beautiful women and she had really cared for her. Amanda watched and soon the woman had a one year old suckling from her teet. It’s all his little mind knew what do to. This woman wasn’t his mother though, not yet atleast.
 Amanda got closer to her friend and took him when he was a newborn. The Desi woman laying on the floor after getting fully nude. If the woman wasn’t in love with her foreign friend before, she would be now. The woman’s chubby hairy pussy hungry for its course. Amanda helped shove the child in her, watching him leave this world to return at a later date in a different land.
 Diya moaned in pleasure the whole time he was inserted. Having atleast two orgasms before he settled into his new home. When he was there, the two women exchanged looks. Amanda moved over to wake up Destiny. The ebony beauty awoken to find herself on a mound of flesh looking up at the faces of Amanda and Diya.
 “You just couldn’t get your shit together could you. After all my friends and family helped you with, you go and do the one thing you were sworn not to do” Amanda said to the woman. Like always, Destiny could neither move or speak. “And you also got someone else involved in this, well two. It just so happens I like Diya way more than Adam. Jenny should have never felt bad for you” she told her as the stomach started to move.
 Destiny feeling her world shake as Amanda laughed. “Oh that’s just Adam settling into his new home. Or atleast its Adam for a little while longer. Diya here told me a few traditional names she had thought of” she said as the Indian woman smiled at Destiny. “You on the other hand” Amanda said snatching up the girl. “Jenny gave me the task of taking everything she gave you to me. That fat ass you love to shake will go to perk up my bubble. The rest of you I don’t know. You never deserved it” she says lifting the girl up.
 Amanda placed her chocolate meal on her lips and she titled her head back. Destiny glided down her throat easy. Diya watching as the bulge went down her neck and near her breasts. She lifted her arms taking off the bra to allow an easier passage. The woman also seeing her friend topless for the first time. Juicy C-Cup pale orbs that jiggled when the woman behind them slipped past and made it to her stomach.
 The girls laid next to each other, one nude and one just topless. They rubbed their respective bellies and looked into each other’s eyes. Diya then leaned closer and kissed the girl. The feeling had been mutual between them. Caressing each other’s stomachs as Amanda got out of her pants. From tummies, to breast, to then there juicy bits.
 Adam inside the brown woman would feel none of this. The man already an 9 month fetus floating in the womb. He would remain in there slowly going back in time. It might have been an easy transition, if the girls hadn’t played with the compounds. Jenny gave Amanda them when she came in for her sister’s wedding.
 The woman was very hurt that Destiny destroyed her trust, she wanted pain and vengeance more than anyone else. While visiting her country a few months prior, she learned that mixing certain bases together you could come up with some cool stuff. Adam for instance while forgetting himself to this period, would awaken at the 4th month phase and be aware of his predicament.
 The man from Nebraska would then be subjected to watching and feeling his body fade away until Diya sends an egg to find him. When it did, it would eat away at his mind and blueprint. Just like it did Jawaria expect she kept her originally body, he would just be a tiny fetus. What made matters worse for him is that the egg would eventually overtake everything from him it wanted, including his awareness and broken spirit. He would essentially be her ovum and aware of it.
 Only after that, it would get harder for him to remember. The woman’s heritage taking over and his mind forgetting his own. Once a sperm found him, it would be another dose of culture and genetics that finally cleans his slate and makes him a Hindu child.
 It was plenty of time for Diya to get home and make love to her husband. Timing would be key to all of this or else he would just be another period she had. If they had done what her sister and herself had done, the dates wouldn’t match up. This child’s conception and birth had to be exact. She knew her husband trusted her and would make sure to make him know it’s his child.
 Destiny would also suffer a slightly altered fate as opposed to the girl she digested. The ebony goddess’s brain and eyes staying active until they didn’t exist. She would watch as her body sizzled away inside of Amanda. All her gains becoming mush to energize the woman. She would feel as all the fats she took from Brittney returned the there original race. Her dark huge ass being used perk up the plump yoga butt. All that meat passed from girl to girl would be compacted and squeezed into a small white package.
 Destiny would also be the only one to realize outside of the flesh. The women made love to each other for about an hour of so. The girl inside started to feel numb as the stomach sloshed around. After that, they showered off in the back office and went out for one last day in SoCal.
 The girls walked along the boardwalk in the afternoon. They had a blast spending the day together. Diya grabbing a lose dress that would hide the bump inside. After watching the sunset, the women went back to Amanda’s house for one final night. Things always worked out in the circle of women’s favor. Dean had taken their daughter to visit his mother in Arizona for the weekend. Amanda laughed at how this always was the case when these matters happened. It seemed like bad writing to her.
 Diya’s belly had shrunk a few months during the day. The dress was fitting looser as she looked six months pregnant. Amanda would stare at it as she took off the woman’s dress. Her new found playmate started to undress her as the situation in her stomach was a tad gory. After stewing in Amanda all day, Destiny wasn’t herself anymore.
 During the day the woman inside watched as the stomach acids started to rise in the tomb. She couldn’t move her body, but she could feel the pain of losing it. Staring down to see exposed bone and hanging flesh from her once juicy frame. The girl could only produce tears from her eyes before she lost those also. With them though, she watched her guts spill out into the pool and sizzle. The once proud fat in her chest being taken from her dark nipples to be placed once again behind pink ones.
 The two lovers outside picked up where they left off earlier. It was only while sucking on Diya’s breasts that she realized something came out. Her glands being told to produce milk from having the man inside her. Said man would also have his nutrients sucked from him and used to make it. It tasted sweet and creamy to Amanda as she fed on the woman. Diya leaning back moaning, she hoped she didn’t do this with the baby also.
 Destiny’s last few moments on this earth as a human were miserable. Her puffy lips faded away under the acids as her hair raised up her scalp. She then felt a cooler liquid ease some of the pain. The woman grateful for whatever it was. It was parts of her white boyfriend processed by the Desi woman. She would have one final meeting with him still being that color and not a darker shade. Destiny wouldn’t see the outcome like she did of the Chan’s remolding.
 The last thing the girl would see was a floating chunk of her meat. It moved closer to her and bumped into her face. Her eyes opened wide for the last time because of what she saw. It was red lips on
fading digesting flesh. All her ink she spent thousand on gone and sent to Amanda’s lower body to be expelled later. After that, Destiny was gone.
 Morning would come as the girls would say their goodbyes. Amanda walking the now 5 month pregnant Diya to a cab. The women hugged and she promised to call her the moment she landed back in India. Like everything else with the husbands, their little affair would remain a secret. Not even telling her own sister of the ordeal.
 While sad to see her go, Amanda was finally happy to go to the bathroom. She had been holding it in. Once she arrived to her toilet seat, the woman named Destiny started to flow out. She shit and pissed what remained of the woman her body found useless. Amanda getting up to see her movement had color to it. The former girls tattoos melted and processed by her body. There wasn’t much changes to her though. Her breasts got a slight lift but she did get the plumper younger butt she wanted. She would use the energy to practice the dances during the day.
 After half way to the airport, Adam had awaken as himself again. His last memories being between the Indians woman’s massive tits. He looked around to see his tiny limbs. The man thrashed around but that’s all he could do. His body weak and frail. Diya checking in her luggage when Adam’s fight ended. When she would finally be in comfy seat, she would only look 3 months into her pregnancy.
 While crossing the Pacific Ocean, the ovum looked for its prey. The woman having to used the bathroom many times on her lengthy flight. The parts of the man that would be foreign in her womb and country, leaking out little by little each time. Adam feeling a horrific pain as he lost himself.
 His mind would be flooded with various things that represented who the woman was. Various tastes, sights and smells replaced the ones he had from his upbringing in Kansas. The DNA from his mothers side which made the boys hair it’s color replaced with those of a natural born Desi. His height which also came from that side would be rewritten to a much shorter frame. Even his genetics for a sizable penis flushed away into the airplane toilet. He had lost sight of his own hours ago after it receded into his body.
 Diya finally made it back to her home land. The woman so happy to be back where she thought about most days. No longer caring she didn’t make it big. She had another future in store which the girl liked more. The woman glowing as she finally met up with her husband. Adam however wasn’t as happy a his future was going through a rewrite.
 The once man was now unrecognizable from a natural egg produced in the woman’s ovaries. Feeling everything washed away from him the whole time. He knew nothing but pain as only his mind stayed alive in this hell. Soon it would get worse for him as a hot infusion tore his spirit apart. This pain he would feel for days after. Eventually to stop altogether as growth replaced downsizing.
 Causing said pain was the woman’s lovely husband. He had missed his wife since she had been away these past 4 months. The man being hornier than ever as he fucked his love. Aarav as his parents named him, came deep inside his spouse. Looking into her deep eyes and she back at his. Never knowing that only a day later she did it with another. And he never would as the trend continued of secrets.
 Amanda had gotten off the phone with the woman after this event happened. She was told all details of the steamy sex act. The women would talk for about an hour before Diya headed to sleep. They loved each other, but knew what they already had. Their husbands being the ones they had to be with and didn’t mind. The girls knew they would run into each other more in this life.
 Only a small flicker of Adam was left three days after the conception. During that time he felt himself split apart and reassembled again. The pain being worse as his new father’s code did the rest of the work his new mothers started. His dark colored complexion genes staining the boy’s pale flesh ones. How his body would store either muscle or fat deposits. And the part Amanda liked the most, the hormones the child would produce and decide if he would return or she would make a debut.
 All of this would be the lesser of a shock months in though. During the last seconds as anything of what was Adam remained, he felt himself split once more. Taking half of his spirit with it. The boy would think no more and the new parents would be in for a surprise. The ultrasound showed twins. Amanda not really all too surprised. Herself being subject to a merger, so this seemed possible.
 What did throw her back though was the couples plan to never discover the twins gender until birth. The woman booking a flight to visit India a few months later. She came two weeks before Diya was due to give birth. The woman choosing to do a home water birth to me more synchronized with her own energy she wanted her children to have.
 When Amanda arrived, the two girls had a blast. The native showing her all the best sights and food in her city. Waddling around with her big belly as they went from location to location. Her husband was equally as friendly as his wife. Amanda could see why the woman she secretly loved wanted to be with him. It was the same feelings that she had for her own. It didn’t mean they couldn’t have fun though.
 The women would go to the mountains every morning to do yoga. Said yoga usually turning out with both women on each other. Amanda rubbing the woman’s belly as Diya lay on top her. Each woman with the others lips on the others clits, the pregnant woman’s hole in Amanda’s eyeline. As she ate out her lover, the woman looked deep inside her hole. She knew that very shortly it would open up and the job would be finished.
 Two days later, Diya was in her birthing pool completely nude. Her husband and Amanda assisting in her birth. It made proper sense, both being the ones who made her pregnant technically. The first child entered the world and Aarav grabbed the baby from under the water. It was a beautiful little girl, crying as her mother grabbed her. The second shortly followed and Amanda helped pull the child from her gaping vagina. When Amanda brought the child out, she looked down and smiled.
 The Midwest boy who 9 months ago wanted 2 girls, had become 2 girls. Both twins looked like their mother with a splash of their father. Dark eyes, tanned skin, and big puffy lips. When they got older, they would look exactly like the woman who he contemplated achieving the goal with. Instead, the goal ended with duplicates. If said thing happened to one of those, the former man’s fantasy would go different with a role reversed. As either Alisha or Aesha, not Adam.
 The other woman who he wanted to achieve his idea with was on the backside of Amanda. Whatever remained of the Britney via Destiny mass had been tighten and toned during the week of hiking and exercise. The Milf had preferred to be fit and active as to jiggly and soft.
 Only her bubbly bottom and moderate breasts being the fat on her body. She had the woman in front of her to thank for her fitness plan and snack she needed to build it. Amanda knew Diya could of said nothing at all. She could of just figured the two were being drunk idiots.
 The woman didn’t though. Her energy told her it wasn’t false. That same energy she taught her now best friend. The energy that grew her beautiful Desi daughters. Energy she would teach onto them as well. With both children feeding from the woman, Amanda took a photo. Thousands of miles away, a certain woman had picked up her phone.