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The West-Thompsons owned a national gallery’s worth of luxury yachts. Every single one could be rented out to other rich families, proving a great investment in the long term, and the kids would never go without access to a private boat at any time they wanted. The collection was constantly updated, with birthdays, anniversaries, and holidays contributing the most to the hoard.
But their absolute crowning achievement was a vessel which could only be classified as a “yacht” on the merit that it was privately owned by the family. Everything else about the magnificent boat, from its size to its array of amenities, put a supersized cruise ship like Royal Caribbean’s ‘Icon of the Seas’ to shame. The pride of the West-Thompsons, the ‘Dynamite’.
Tara and TJ really wanted this ship to encapsulate their everlasting bond through family. That meant adding over 20 Olympic sized swimming pools alongside even more kiddie pools with spouting fountains. As if multiple basketball and tennis courts, football and soccer fields, an actual golf (not mini) course, and rock climbing walls wasn’t enough, they added indoor air diving, a shooting range for the dads, a salon for the moms, and even a shopping mall to generate more endless income for the repulsively wealthy family.
There was a water park with slides, a wave pool, and a lazy river while another side of the ocean liner housed an amusement park with games, rides, and carnival snack stands. They added plenty of luxury suites for the kids’ friends and their parents to stay, including a five-star bar and restaurant with 24-hour service. And what yacht would be complete without a landing pad? Although “airport” was a more appropriate term, given there was enough space for all their celebrity and billionaire family friends to land their own private jets.
On this day, however, the entire ship was being used solely for the enjoyment of Tara and her children. They had just enjoyed a fun day across the California coast and decided to end things off on the Dynamite. Unfortunately for the yacht staff, Tara in a celebratory mood meant a few layoffs, right through her digestive tract. Unfortunately for Tara though, she had to enjoy her little staff snack out of Tommy and Tori’s view. Luckily, the titanic ship had plenty of space to vanish to, and she had an oldest child who was far more responsible than her.
While Tay occupied her younger siblings at the arcade, Tara chose to boil away inside one of the ship’s many hot tubs as her maid meal boiled away inside HER hot tub. With sunshades perched atop her chocolate hair like a California crown, the monumental milf had her mommy milkers practically tormenting her strained cow-patterned bikini top; littered with little pig and princess emojis.
“Ugggh!! I LOOOOVE a good soak in the jacuzziiiiii!!!” Tara moaned, sliding her manicured hands across her round watery belly as her prey was tossed around like laundry in the machine. “BEEEERRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPP!!!! How’s your soak going~?” She cruelly asked with a satisfied grin and a slap to her fat naked swine stomach; loving every second of being above her prey on the financial, social, and now literal food chain. “You think you’ll go to my booty or my titties? Cause I don’t think my poor bikini top can take any more…” Tara taunted, tugging at her bra and causing her enormous breasts to undulate atop her trapped prey’s cage.
When her huge belly was done processing the poor worker into melted stomach slop, Tara wobbled out of the jacuzzi and shimmied into her ripped jean shorts after drying off her enormous figure. “Nggh, you gave my bikni a break… but ngggh… now you’re torturing my poor daisy dukes!” Tara childishly complained as she bounced and struggled into the sexy cut denim, her newly fattened cheeks stretching the material to its absolute limit. She then jiggled her fatass over to the VIP table on the highest deck of the Dynamite, sent her location on the ship to Tay, then greedily ordered even more food. As if that maid never existed.
A few minutes later, her three bundles of joy arrived and took their seats. Their obese mother had already cleared at least five plates in the short time it took them to get there, and already had her daisy dukes unzipped and unbuttoned so her belly had room to grow comfortably.
Like her wedding ring and belly button ring, the button on her pants was embroidered with one of the most extravagant gemstones on earth; in this case a sparkling 1,000-carat red diamond. Having her pants open allowed just a sliver of her pink panties exposed, not that she noticed much in her gluttonous hedonistic bliss.
Tara began tearing through a family of lobster and a school of shrimp before sloppily answering, “Mmph…jusht went fohr a dip in tha… oomph mmmph mmm…. hawt tuhb, babehy bohy…mmph…gulp!” She technically wasn’t lying.
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