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  2. John Smith

    Rihanna

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  3. I am an athletic 28 year old that lives alone in downtown Austin looking for a partner I can spoil that wants to get plump and grow a pot belly. I want to pamper, provide for, and spoil a beautiful girl who wants a taste of the better things life has to offer that is into my fetish. I want to provide a very luxurious lifestyle with endless food, dinners, and vacations among other things for the right person. I am open to seeing each other casually or a true and genuine relationship. I am very kind and generous person and am ready to date someone with this fetish being the common bond. Happy to share photos with anyone that is interested. If things really click I am open to paying for the right person to move here if they are not in Austin. Not looking for multiple partners, just one.
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  5. Drytuner

    Rihanna

    Mirror never lie.
  6. ohhh this IS a plot twist!! love it!!!
  7. Got some new clothes to outgrow ☺

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    1. Chevalier

      Chevalier

      ooh another set of plaid, I'm happy :)

    2. Rebeljoe

      Rebeljoe

      I would have loved to be in that dressing room.

  8. cant wait till the 3rd, i cant deside wither i wanna buy fried chicken or make bbq chicken legs or hot wings with mac and cheese, either one ill do a mukbang, though i never did one before so im a bit nervous lol

    1. Chevalier

      Chevalier

      go for it all, eat again later ;) hope you can work out your anxiety, just know you didn't have a million views already, so it's like nobody's watching

  9. well after a long morning stressin out how to upload a vid and the answer was so damn simple, i can relax and calm my fat ass down caus now i feel stupid XD

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    2. Miss.CheeseCake25

      Miss.CheeseCake25

      amen to that XD well im jus glad i posted the link, so i hope you like it lol

    3. Chevalier

      Chevalier

      lol first subscriber ;0 kinda already commented here, but yeah by all means see what's natural and work the camera/inbox.

    4. Miss.CheeseCake25

      Miss.CheeseCake25

      awww thanks hun, whats your account so i can follow back?

    Watching her struggeling with these simple things is just amazing to watch, getting out of breath from the least bit of working out. Seeying her belly get in the way, jiggling all over is just amazing. I recommend this video very much, such a small price for such a great video! And she deserves a big meal after all that!
  10. Opinion... Do you think my body shape in this picture needs to gain weight or loose weight? 

     

     

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    2. regbill

      regbill

      I think you would look good if you gained some more weight but that's entirely up to you.

       

    3. romeos92

      romeos92

      you should gain more weight of course...make that fat ass much bigger and show us your progression

    4. S77

      S77

      Any weight that pleases you will look great on your naturally curvy body! 

  11. So heres my intro on my bbw page, if yall want my personal youtube just message me ❤️

    1. Chevalier

      Chevalier

      nice eyeshadow, i feel you're gonna take your time and have potential to do wonders.  If somebody writes a love letter to you, by God, answer it.

    2. Miss.CheeseCake25

      Miss.CheeseCake25

      thanks its from the american horror story pallet and i sure will lol

    3. Ilikefatties

      Ilikefatties

      I dunno if I'm right, but I'd price the video depending on how much the meal cost, and your average amount of buyers. So I'd start with simple vids without eating to see how many people usually buy, then price videos lower if a lot of people buy, or higher if not many buy. Also the meal would probably increase the cost depending on how much. 

    really cute video. slightly short, but definitely worth buying.
  12. Clothes aren’t always that comfortable with all this extra weight but at least I look super cute 🐷👸🏻

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    2. regbill

      regbill

      You look super cute no matter what you're wearing or not wearing.;)

    3. Monkey

      Monkey

      The discomfort must be worth it when it shows of all that extra weight so stylishly. Just love the round and thickness the outfit is giving you. Would certainly turn my head if I saw a cutie like you dressed like that. ;)

    4. MarshallT

      MarshallT

      You make London HOT

  13. Happy Sunday 

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  14. Update 5/26/19 all is going well as usual. was so proud of my gf who got accepted into varsity soccer for next year. all sports and other activities have ended for this year due to final exams taking up most of the time. from what i understand, she'll play in a state tournament sometime. i've always been there showing my support and chanting her on at all her games. so i'm so happy to see all the progress she's made leading up to this exciting moment in her life. gonna admit i was a bit of a perv watching her in the stadiums. they make everyone on the team wear these soccer shorts and the ones they gave my girlfriend were a bit ill fitting. they were a wee bit tight and you could see the panty line through them if you looked hard enough. also a good amount of her thighs were shown, in all there voluptuous glory. thats honestly the most exposed i've ever seen her body (as of yet...) otherwise she dresses very modestly, never wearing shorts or tank tops or anything. i haven't even seen her wear a bikini. only other time I saw a bit of skin was this time we were facetiming and she had just gotten out of the shower so she had a towel covering her chest but her shoulders were exposed. do any of you guys know a roundabout way i could get her to relax a bit and dress more "casually"?
  15. Anyone have more of this girl? The main poster on her thread here: is a guest now and I was wondering if anyone else had her source.
  16. Ha! I'm back after sleeping in trucks for three nights! Now then, this chapter raises the stakes quite a bit higher, so be ready for the plot throwing you a few curve-balls 😈 Chapter Twenty-Five For a brief, terrifying moment, I was suspended mid-air between the Dean’s window and the tiled-roof below. My feet stumbled on contact, sliding against its angled surface before stopping their approach to the edge. It was my latest, nerve-chilling scrape with death or worse, but I was far from numbed to the shock. A garbled screech sounded from behind me, and I twisted myself around, craning my neck to peer up the clock-faced tower where the Dean’s office perched atop Central Hall like an eagle’s nest. A single, orange light glowed from inside her open window I had sprung from, where she was still swearing profanities, frustrated with my escape from her claws. There was no one else in the building besides her, but I had to flee the premises before she mustered enough of her senses to call the police. There was no time to lose! Cautiously, I scrambled to the roof’s edge, only to come face-to-face with a terrifying, two-storey drop to the ground below. I felt my legs shake with fear at the mere sight of a mortal drop, but the screaming behind me was subsiding. “Get back here you miserable little… shit!” the sound of feet scrambling on the carpet alerted me to see her massive shadow playing against the light. I had to get down. This wasn’t a time to fear falling, especially if my only other choice were to climb back into the Dean’s office. My darting gaze caught sight of a drain-pipe strapped and bolted to the wall; it would have to do. “Don’t you d – get off that wall!” the silhouette of the Dean’s widened frame blotted the light from the window. “You’re going to stay here and explain what you… how you… urgh!” I flinched at the sound of something hitting the roof with a sharp thud, as I swung down from the top of the pipe, I saw a broken, black high-heel shoe fall from the roof’s edge and land in a bush. Adrenaline pumping through my body, I managed to stretch my right foot to rest on a nearby window-sill, enough to rest a fraction of my weight against as I scrambled for a good grip that didn’t exist. “Come back… you come back! Jason! Get back here and change me back Jason Alban! Change me baaack!” And as she screeched her last shrill cry, my fingers lost their grip for a brief, paralyzing moment. Only squeezing the drain-pipe with my thighs saved me from falling to my death as I began to slowly slide downwards, the friction of painted aluminium burning raw against my fingers. A hard, metal bolt struck my palm, and my hand came loose. My rapid slide became a tumble, and I was freefalling backwards again. My gaze arched skyward as my back collided with dozens of rough twigs. I had crashed into the hedge ringing Central Hall; and my arms were completely scratched. I winced skywards, staring up past the high wall towards the stars. It was odd, I thought as I began to move my limbs, that the three-storey building didn’t look as high from this hedgerow as it did from the roof… and then a searing pain made me stop moving altogether. Something was wrong with my elbow. “Oh… oh shit,” I grimaced as I tried to take weight off the joint. “Please don’t be broken…” It hurt enough for me to want to lay still, but I knew that police would be approaching soon. I had to move, but where? I was a wanted man, and trapped on an island with a hostile, female population. My only weapon was my fattening app, and I had used virtually all my fat reserves to escape the clutches of – “Oh, fuck!” I wailed. “Fuck! She still has my phone!” My phone, with which I could track my progress and calculate my moves, was resting squarely atop her mahogany desk three storeys above me. Even if I wished to get back up there, Central Hall was locked for the night! Groaning, I rolled myself off the rough branches and stumbled across the grass as I cradled my elbow. Where was I to go? What was my next move? Without my phone, I was nearly helpless. Tonight could be my last as a free man, and yet there lingered a faint hope in my heart. Sucky might still choose to somehow save me. Like a guardian angel, she had appeared several times, twice blessing me with powers gleaned from mysterious rings. Surely, she would not let all this end now? If I could just see her again, I might be rescued. With a mounting sense of urgency, I staggered away from Central Hall. My phone was beyond my grasp, and it was too dangerous to assume she would possess someone nearby. I only had one slim, feasible option: a Skype call from my laptop, which was in my dorm room. When I finally pushed my way through the doors of my dorm, the lobby was shrouded in a deeper darkness than even the outdoors. The prefects had switched the lights off; the nightly, weekday campus curfew was in effect. Yet in spite of effectively blinding me, the darkness could not prohibit me from feeling my way across the hall, counting each door until I came to mine, clasping the door handle and sliding in, still grimacing from the pain of my stiffening, broken elbow. With my good arm, I shut the door behind me, being sure to lock both the handle and the bolt. Then I sighed, some of my tension relieved. I had made it to my room unseen, but this would be the first place the police would come; I had to be quick. “Don’t turn that light on.” Shocked, I turned to face the inside of my room. Atop my desk, my two laptops lit themselves to life, their login screens emitting an unnatural blue light that made me squint uncomfortably. “Sucky?” I stumbled my way to the desk, grabbing my chair for support. “Sucky, it’s all over! I was getting Emily some alcohol and the Dean caught –" “Shhh, hush darling,” Sucky’s voice was characteristically sensual. “We don’t have much time, so we’ll have to make do with a little quickie.” “But how am I going to –” “Hush,” Sucky purred, the sound of her breath washing over the mic like waves. “Just listen to the sound of my voice. Are you listening?” Trembling with adrenaline withdrawal, I felt my body loosen. “I’m listening.” “Good… get the bottle from under your bed.” Confused, I began to carefully reach down to search for anything, since I never put liquor in such an obvious hiding place, but almost immediately, I felt my fingers brush against cold glass and found a bottle of Jack resting just under the bed’s frame. I stared at the half-filled bottle, watching the brown liquid slosh within. I definitely hadn’t put it there. “Sit down,” Sucky said comfortingly. “Unlock your screens for me already.” Obliging her, I set the bottle on the desk and typed in my passwords, bathing the dark room in brighter shades of light. Sucky grinned at me from the larger screen, sitting cross-legged on a chair before her own desk. She was possessing someone new this time, smaller and younger than Zoltan. When I finally realized that she was in the body of Kristen the Sorority Prefect, it made my skin crawl. Why would she torment me with the sight of the woman who had sent a mob of sorority girls on my tail? “The cops will be seeing you soon,” her glowing, pink eyes burned with intensity. “I know,” my legs shook beneath the desk. “Relax… just follow my lead. You’re almost ready.” “Ready for what?” “Don’t think… feel,” she leaned in closely, the top of her cleavage visible. As I watched, her tits jostled unnaturally against each other. This time, she seemed to embrace it. “Take a swig.” Frowning, I unscrewed the bottle and gulped a mouthful of hot, bitter whiskey. Four swigs later, and my head was swooning as I stared transfixed at Sucky’s body sway and twist in an entrancing display of skin and dance. My other laptop screamed a never-ending playlist of seizure-inducing music videos, light flashing across the room like lightening. “Drink, Jason,” Sucky rubbed her hands over her bare midriff as her hips rocked back and forth. “Strip yourself out of your thoughts and bare yourself before me. Let me feel your naked instincts.” Even as psychotic light displays played across my other screen, I stared ever-more intently at her navel as it stretched and convulsed hypnotically between flexing abs. Had I been sober, I’d have been too shy to stare for so long, but the more I drank, the more right it felt. The music blared-on. Wenn du dich mit dem Teufel ein lässt, Verändert sich nicht der Teufel, Der Teufel verändert dich. “Drink,” Sucky breathed. Der Teufel verändert dich. Drinking was getting easier as my blood saturated with intoxicating liquor, but that didn’t keep me from spilling some over myself. It also didn’t keep my head from tingling. Eerie violins scraped in the background as I gripped the desk to keep from falling. The music barely registered in my consciousness as I struggled to watch Sucky gyrate across my screen. So full of ‘em drugs, I might throw up, I knew I shouldn’t of. Someone was banging on the door. “Drink.” I swung the bottle into my face, half the contents got in my mouth, the rest sputtered everywhere. I heard the bottle hit the floor, and I almost fell after it. “Jason.” Sucky was leaning so close towards the cam. When did she get so close? Every inch of her skin was vibrating with intense, barely-contained energy. It was so hypnotic; I could stare at it all night, except my head was banging… the door was banging… “… look at me. Look at my eyes…” Her eyes were pure, piercing pink. The screens shattered, the music ended, and she was gone. I covered my eyes with a startled, anguished cry. My eyes were burning! “Police!” someone was yelling. “Open the door!” Then I fell sideways onto the floor, elbow convulsing with pain as my body writhed and twisted. I yelled helplessly as I felt myself squeezed and contorted by some unknown, magical force, until even my voice was squeezed into a squealing whimper. When the door was finally blown out of its hinges, I was lying on my back staring at the ceiling fan, still shivering from the shock of intoxication and whatever had happened. Two female police officers loomed over me, shining flashlights in my face. I stared at the black holsters, batons, handcuffs, and OC spray hanging on their belts. My eyes struggled to focus. “Are you alright, ma’am?” one of them leaned over me. Ma’am? I tried to reply, but all that came out was a strange squeak that wasn’t my voice. “Where is Jason Alban?” the other officer asked firmly, hands on her belt. “Ma’am,” the first crouched down and waved her hand over my face. It was difficult to see anything except the flashlight in the darkness, but I could smell her coconut perfume wafting around me. “Are you alright? Can you talk to me and tell me what happened?” “Look at this,” the second officer walked out of sight, aiming her light at my desk. “Bottle’s empty. Computers are all wrecked, like he was trying to destroy evidence.” “Hey,” the first officer put a steady hand on my shaking shoulder. “We’re going to take you back to the police department. We just want to ask you some questions about what happened – alright? You’ll be safe there. Can you stand?” Gulping, I lifted my arm towards her. It was slender and smooth, much more so than it had been, and the fingernails were thinner and longer than before. “H-help me,” my voice was completely wrong. What had happened to me? “Okay, I’m going to help take you to the car. Did he hurt you? Are you broken?” “I… no,” suddenly, I realized that my elbow wasn’t in pain anymore. The various scrapes and cuts I’d gained in the last few hours had vanished. “N-not at all…” “I got this Julia,” the second officer said. “You go on ahead; I’ll radio this in.” “Got it,” the Julia nodded. “Alright, I’m going to pick you up and carry you to the car. Ready? And… up we go.” “Julia” didn’t look particularly strong or tall, which made her ability to lift me so easily that much more shocking. The rapid ascension into the air just made my drunken mind that much dizzier. Flashbacks of my fall from Central Hall made me grip her back with alarm as she stood erect and began walking us out of my room.
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