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John Livingston stepped onto the deck of the brig that had ferried him across the Atlantic. He inhaled deeply, breathing in the salty morning air. He’d spent the last ten weeks on this rotting tub of a ship, and now he’d finally reached his destination; Boston Harbor.

As John stepped down the ship’s wooden gangplank and onto the cobblestone quays, he scanned the streets nervously, even though the knew that he was now well out of reach of the debt collectors who’d hunted him so doggedly back home. It was hard for a man to make his way on the streets of Liverpool. Food had been hard to come by, good employment even more so. He hoped to change all of that, here in this land of opportunity.

Ahead, John spied what he was looking for. An inn, and a rather good one if the racket coming from it was any indication. It was a two story building made of brick and timber, with a wooden door and a stable beside it. John figured that the owner might need a hard-working lad for some job or other, and decided to go inside and check.

The common room smelled of smoke and cider. It was crowded with men drinking, eating, or simply talking next to the inn’s great hearth. The owner was a large man, broad shouldered and balding. He looked to be of Dutch descent, and smiled amiably at John as he entered.

“G-good morning, sir.” John greeted him nervously. “I was wondering...well, I was wondering if you might have any work for me.”

The owner considered this. “I could use someone to clean out the stables. It would be hard work, but I could offer you food and a room here at the inn.”

John nodded eagerly. This was more than he could have hoped for. “That sounds very fair, sir.” He smiled broadly. “I’ll start right away.”

The owner smiled at that. “That's what I like to hear. My daughter will show you to your room.” He looked behind John and shouted into the common room. “Mary! Come here and meet our new houseguest!”

John turned around, and his jaw nearly dropped at the sight of the innkeeper’s daughter. She was around John’s age, maybe a year or two younger, with long blonde hair and green eyes. What astonished John however, was her weight.

If John had to guess, she probably weighed about three times as much as the average girl back in Liverpool. She wore a low-cut green dress, which not only brought out the color in her eyes, but also gave John a nice view of her ample cleavage. Unlike most women in the colonies, she did not wear a corset, or if she did, it did nothing to hide the massive orb that was her belly.

She smiled at John, causing her chubby cheeks to dimple. “So, you're to live with us?” She asked.

Suddenly, John found himself very nervous, for reasons he couldn't quite explain. “I, er, yes. That is to say, I, um…”

If she noticed John's nervousness, she payed it no mind. “Follow me, and I'll lead you to your room.” She turned and walked towards the stairs, her wide hips swaying.

John followed, his mind full of excited thoughts. The colonies must have been a land of opportunity indeed, if this simple innkeeper’s daughter had been able to become so immensely fat. John then got to thinking. If he worked hard enough for a few years, he might be able to buy some land of his own, something he never could have even dreamed of in Liverpool. Then, he might be able to find a wife and start a family. And as it happened, he had just the person in mind...