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The morning sun seeped through the curtains, lighting the bedroom more and more as the hours went by. Elizabeth awoke to the sound of her alarm: 7:30AM, time to get the day started. She rubbed her eyes and sat up. "Last day of summer," she thought, "Going to miss waking up this late..." As a teacher at the local high school and mother of 3, her sleep schedule was going to take quite a hit in the next few days. So, she took her time to enjoy this lazy moment, watching the sun dance around the room. A loud snore came from her left: her husband, Robert, was out cold. She smiled and gently ran her hand over his body before getting up and walking to the bathroom. Liz went through her usual bathroom routine -- brushed her teeth, did some skincare, took a shower -- then found herself in front of the mirror as she dried her hair. She examined her body: her 5'5'', 130 lbs frame had seen better days to be sure, but Liz knew things could be much worse. Her high-school and college years were packed with athletics, swimming and track primarily. Thus through her teens and twenties she was accustomed to a very tight, fit body: flat stomach with visible abs, toned ass, generous yet perky breasts and a slender waist. Now at the ripe old age of 41, the woman in the mirror had none of those things. Her stomach was soft, not big but just padded enough for a tiny tummy when viewed from the side and no sign of abs. Her breasts had grown through her pregnancies but had also started to droop, and her muscly ass was now like a pair of moderately-sized squishy cushions. Overall she was fairly proud of her appearance: given her 14 years of motherhood and 15 years as a teacher, her fate up to now had been excellent compared to many of her peers. She watched as her college friends and co-workers ballooned through the years and turned more and more sedentary: Liz on the other hand stayed quite active, jogging every couple days, going on and off of diets every so often, maintaining what her husband liked to call a 'mom-ish bod'. While there were some things about herself that she couldn't control -- her ever-more noticeable crows' feet, slowing metabolism and pregnancy-induced stretch-marks -- her perfectionist, controlling personality was more or less satisfied by what she saw in the mirror. Giving her somewhat doughy arms a little jiggle, she shook herself away and continued with her routine. The morning was entirely typical. She let the kids (and husband) sleep in while she made pancakes, sipping the first of her several daily cups of coffee. Her eldest son, 14 year-old Philip, awoke first, then 10 year-old Jonathan and finally her 8 year-old daughter Madeline. Her 45 year-old hubby didn't wake up for almost another hour, giving his wife a kiss on the lips and a sneaky smack on the ass. Liz loved how playful Rob could be, biting her lip and giving him a wink. He was a big guy with big strong arms, a doughy beer gut and a scruffy short-cut beard. Although she often wished he had taken care of his body as well as she had throughout the years, he still turned her on just as much as he did when she met him -- a jacked, handsome quarterback on their college football team. Liz sighed as she watched him inhale two stacks of pancakes and a tall glass of OJ. Throughout the day Liz and the kids prepared themselves for the upcoming school year, relaxing and freaking out in their own respective ways. This was a significant year; for one, Philip was starting his first year of high-school, and he was slotted to take Honors Algebra taught by his mom! He felt a little embarrassed by the idea, but was nevertheless excited to see his mom at work. Second, Liz had a busy year ahead of her; while she usually splits teaching her other course (Pre-Calculus) with another teacher, the other teacher was expecting a baby early in the school year. To save on hiring a long-term sub, Liz now had all periods of the course to herself -- two more classes to teach than usual! While she knew she would be a little stressed, being the perfectionist she was she was excited to show off more of her teaching prowess. Or at least that's what she thought, until... *Incoming Call: Principal Rodriguez* Liz was surprised to see her phone light up with this message, and took the call. She leaned on the kitchen counter as the conversation went on: "... Liz, I'm really sorry to ask you this as I know you've got a big schedule as it is. If you can't accept we can try to figure out a substitute or something but it just wouldn't be easy." "So you're saying he really just quit? Just like that?" "Yes, Mr. Bernard resigned just this morning, says he has to move out of state for a family emergency. His other classes we can handle, but you're the only faculty member with the certification to teach his AP Calculus classes. I know it's last minute, but if you are willing to take on the challenge we can arrange a raise." Liz's heart was pounding: on top of her already hectic schedule, would she really be able to take on another busy couple of classes, let alone an AP? And she hadn't taught that material for almost a decade, she would have to practically improvise in class, or put in extra hours at home to prepare and jog her memory! But then again... "I'll do it sir, you can count on me." After all, Liz Roper was a perfectionist, always looking to push herself and prove her excellence. With the offer of a pay raise and the chance to look heroic, how could she refuse?

One of my favorite belly pix , at the beginning of my fat acceptance stage in my life .

Just wanna share some skin with y'all!

I have not posted on the forum in a while. I hope everyone is having a great evening! A stuffing video of mine is awaiting moderator approval 😈 I was naughty and made a McDonalds trip. Burgers, fries, and of course, you HAVE to have a milkshake! Enjoy! 🐄🐄🐄

I painted this piece as a memento to the passing of my 38-week-old daughter. She departed April 2020 No need to feel sad for me. It happens to the best of us.😞 We all have a guardian angel watching over us. At ease soldier. Clearly, it's not complete and I haven't painted a single painting since then! Dang! that's 2 years, it's just now dawning on me as I type this. I haven't painted a single painting in two years. wow where does the time go ??I wish to create more artwork. I think I may be snapping out of whatever the hell i was in and getting back into reality now. I'm cool