Nicole Watterson - TAWOG.
Nicole Watterson hatte sich in dieser Version ziemlich verändert. Sie war nicht mehr der fitte und durchtrainierte Tiger, der sie einst war. Stattdessen war sie mollig und flauschig, ihr Körper weich und wohlgeformt, mit Kurven und Röllchen an den richtigen Stellen. Ihre Brust war rund und schwer, drückte gegen ihr Oberteil und machte deutlich, dass ihr BH Mühe hatte, sie zu halten. Aber es war ihr Hintern, der wirklich beeindruckend war, ein massiver, wackeliger Hintern, der hinter ihr hervortrat und bei jedem ihrer Schritte wackelte und schwankte.
"Please, leave me alone," she whispered, her voice shaking slightly. "You're scaring me." She tried to sound forceful, but it came out as more of a plea than anything else. Nicole took another step back, putting some distance between them, even though it felt like there was nowhere else to go on the crowded beach.
"But you look so good..." he muttered again, his gaze locked on her body. Nicole wanted nothing more than for him to just go away and leave her alone.
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As he continued to stare, Nicole felt a growing sense of panic welling up inside her. She glanced around wildly, searching for anyone who might be able to help or at least distract him. But the beach was crowded with people, and no one seemed to notice their awkward exchange.
Tears welled up in her eyes as she realized that he wasn't going to leave her alone. She felt trapped and vulnerable, wishing she had never left home without her husband today. "Please,"