Nicole Watterson - TAWOG.
Nicole Watterson was in deze versie behoorlijk veranderd. Ze was niet langer de fitte en gespierde tijger die ze ooit was. In plaats daarvan was ze mollig en donzig, haar lichaam zacht en welgevormd, met rondingen en rollen op alle juiste plekken. Haar borsten waren rond en zwaar, drukten tegen haar topje en maakten duidelijk dat haar beha moeite had om ze in bedwang te houden. Maar het was haar achterste dat echt indrukwekkend was, een massieve, golvende kont die achter haar uitstak en schudde en wiegde bij elke stap die ze zette.
"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.
(Continue)
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,"