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  1. Pretty_Bat_Girl

    New here :3

    Hiii! I'm new here. This seems like a really positive place so I thought I might share some pictures here <3 -The Pretty Bat
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  2. Hey everyone! I thought it would be a good idea for you to get to know the girl behind the photos and hear my side of the story (to clarify I'm the gainer in the photos moohah has been posting about) I've struggled with weight all my life being the biggest girl in the family. Though I was comfortable with it, my family would make jibes about my weight and dieting. I turned my back on food for years and stayed slim and 'perfect'. When I met moohah I had no idea of his preferences in women. I stumbled across his browsing history and after years of believing fat was not beautiful, it was alien to me. I met moohah at a tiny size 10, since then I have ballooned into a sexy size 16 and plan to continue to my goal of 26 stone. I wanted to please him so what started out as a couple of dress sizes turned into a few. I have become addicted to food and addicted to gaining. I weigh myself morning and night watching the scales creep up after a good day of eating. I rekindled with my love for food and after reading this blog moohah started I felt accepted by all of you. I started to love my curves, love my fat and love myself. Since I've accepted that I am a gainer, my daily food intake has increased and I'm eating foods I would never have touched before. I've started to add lard and cream to my daily meals, watching the pounds pile on. Its all so exciting to me and I find it difficult to part with food during work and other day to day things. The food is a massive thing to me but I think my favourite part of this experience is feeling myself becoming heavier by the end of each day and seeing visible results. I'll keep you all updated with more progress photos along my journey. D (Reposted for those who follow this thread)
    6 points
  3. Expanding

    Just a few pounds

    from this, and a few to many goodies. Do you like how the pound and going on?
    4 points
  4. What a gain! Love the new pictures and can't wait to see more of you, in more ways than one!
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  5. Hey guys just posted that video I was talking about making! Check it out
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  6. check out my gain weight video !
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  7. Mind u no makeup but going to bed so my night time wear
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  8. Lucy is a total dream but when did this thread get so WEIRD!?? Everyone acting like spurned lovers!!
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  9. Followed you here from your YouTube channel. Your latest video there was amazing. It's great to see you ignore all those idiots who like to hate, and just enjoy being who you are.. Nothing is sexier than confidence.. And you will find none of those hating morons here that tried to poison your YouTube with lame and stupid comments.. Well done. Looking forward to more content! Maybe something in a bikini? Some good moving and shaking... Keep it up!
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  10. The start of a short story i recently posted on ff "Why doesnt he love me?" Bex sobbed at her friends. They had gathered around them heartbroken friend after yet anouther bad break up. "I know I put on a little weight *sob* but doesnt everyone at the start of a relationship" "Ofcourse they do, hun and i cant even tell you have put on weight" lied her best friend Mary, true she hadn't put on much, at most 10-15 pounds, most of her friends new weight went to her belly which had just started to pouch over the top of her sweats which wernt quite painted on but wouldnt take long to get that way.Mary herself was the heaviest of the trio having been in her relationship for the past couple of years and the many meals out and the take aways in front of the tele had taken there toll on her body adding 30 or so pounds to her 135 pound frame, most of which had gone to her rear giving her quite the pear shapped look that was only worsened by her overly tight jammie shorts. "Lets forget that looser, we can have a perfectly good night without boy" came the voice of her other friend Lacey who had recently come out of relationship herself. Though it was doubtful that lacey was going to be single for long, she never was. Lacey was greatly helpped by her gerous assets that almost gave her an upside down pyramid look if it wasnt for her rather large bottom giving her the jesicca rabbit come to life look. " We have pizza, ice cream, crisps, wine and a load of dodgy chick flicks what more do we need" With that the girls dug in to there feast, pizza was gobbled, ice cream was slurrped and crisps were all taken down leaving all the girls feeling stuffed, bloated and rather sleepy. As the closing credits flickered on the last of there rented chick flicks all of our women were spralled out on the couch draw strings on there sweats undone and bellies buldging. Bex had just enough energy left to hit the off button on the remote before she like the other women drifted off to sweet and filling dreams. Though the last to sleep Bex was the first one to rise in the morning groggaly survaing the seen around her and it wasnt good. Two empty pizza boxes lay open on the table with half a crust left un eaten, next to those were a couple of bags of half eaten crisps that were left open next to the empty bottles of wine and ice cream tub. Getting up brushing crumbs of her tummy as she did so she managed to make it to the kitchen hoping a glass of water would soothe the hangover that would building inside, she also managed to leave out anouther couple of glasses for her friends who were probably going to need help as well. Speaking of a large bealch was heard from the other room which signified that one of the others was up. Padding into the kitchen came Lacey still half asleep as was evident by the fact her hair was still in a wonkey bun and her top was still caught in her bra revealing what was still a rather full belly. "Ergh how much did we drink last night" whimpered Lacey grabbing the full pint glass and pratically downing it in one. "I dont know but i need some greasey food to cure this hangover and soonsih, lets go give Mary a kick and get too the drive through before i die" So with that they gathered themselves up and got some form of dressed, fortunatly the local Mcdonalds was just down the road and wernt too hot on there dress policy. With a rediculous ammount of food ordered and dragged back to the appartment the girls managed inhale all of the food bought. After letting the food settle and tiding up all of the food boxes and papers the girls said there goodbyes promising to do this again next week.
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  11. i made a feeding video tonight eating a xl pizza giving a away it's my first private video I'm giving away for just donations <3
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  13. Oh man that beer guzzling gut she's got on her...
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  14. Guest

    Update on wife

    Quick update, lots of snacking been going on. In fact pretty much grazing all day. not trying to gain really, more just getting lazy and having fun lol but its shows. Hope you guys like it, we love the compliments, thank you all for being so nice.
    2 points
  15. https://m.youtube.com/channel/UCJrowZY7nQGfrGJUIWXMz6w check out my videos on YouTube of me eating and working out and twerking ! And also my club outfits don't forget to subscribe to my channel so u don't miss out on the action
    1 point
  16. zachi

    Ashley James

    http://forum.phun.org/showthread.php?t=1590196
    1 point
  17. sexybbw4u

    My Plump Mature Body

    My latest photo selfie ... Let me know what you think...
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  18. Awesome, very impressive.
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  19. slowburn

    New here :3

    accurate name is accurate. please make sure that you do not stay new here.
    1 point
  20. regbill

    New here :3

    You look great. Welcome to Curvage!!
    1 point
  21. faxe001de

    Tia Carrere

    She is on a good way ...
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  22. Two years later “A voice from the living room. Dave? Dave? DAAAAAAAVE?” “Yes dear?” “Can you make me a sandwich? Lots of salami and pickles please.” He hollered up. “I just made you one.” “It’s gone. I’m still hungry. “Alright, but keep it down. You’ll wake the baby.” Couple minutes passed and he brought the snack into their bedroom. “Thanks hon.” He looked over at her as she munched away. She was up to 316 pounds and her 58-54-68 proportions left little room on the couch for anyone else. Pauline had quit her job midway through the first pregnancy. Patricia’s disappointment at losing her star employee was mitigated by the birth of a grandson and now there was another little one on the way. But for now eating had become somewhat of a full-time job for her. She devoured the sandwich and in mid-bite offered. “Sorry to be such a bother, but doctor says to stay off my feet until Junior comes out.” She licked her fingers and asked. “Would it be too much trouble to get me some ice cream to top it off?” “No trouble at all dear.” He smiled to himself. “Don’t pretend you don’t enjoy this. Besides, this time it really is your fault. If you want me to stop bugging you for food, then stop getting me pregnant.” He shrugged. “I’m not making any promises there. You’re right. I do love the kids. And the after effects, of course” But he thought to himself, next one we are hiring a housekeeper.
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  23. Meanwhile she asked. “Your uniforms dear. What size do you have at present?” Pauline blushed a bit. “Up top I’m a 14 but I wear a 16 skirt. Getting a bit bottom heavy.” She then patted her belly. “This doesn’t help. The day I got fired from Pan Am one of the girls thought I was pregnant. That was 35 pounds ago. Now, I could be carrying twins.” She sighed, but paradoxically helped herself to a large slice of peach cobbler. Patricia watched her wolf down the dessert greedily and noted. Oh yes she is well on the way. Out loud, she offered. “I will leave you to it, and get those uniforms sorted shall I? Just leave the cart in the hallway when you are done.” As she stood she shook hands and offered a card. “Stay in touch if you need anything.” Patricia left and Pauline finished her meal. There was not a scrap left when the cart trundled out for the night. Next morning around 7, she was disturbed by a knock at the door. There was a bellhop with three new uniforms for her. Pauline marvelled at how quickly Patricia had been able to sort it out. It was not magic. The older woman had known all along that her junior staffer would need an upgrade eventually and had arranged for a variety of extra sizes ahead of time. It was just a matter of picking the right combination. Now Pauline had some size 18 jackets and size 20 skirts, to ensure they would have room for the inevitable expansion. Patricia had wisely insisted that the size labels be omitted from now on, to minimize the stigma, especially if she got bigger. And she did. Now freed from the worry of being fired, Pauline ate more than ever and enjoyed herself immensely. But of course the inevitable happened. Even the larger clothing was getting too snug. Small wonder-she had gained another 22 pounds, making her only 7 pounds under the 200 mark. At 45”, her now F-cups made her feel like some sort of stripper. She eased her bra off and her boobs sagged down until they found support on top of her belly. Each of them was getting stretch lines, despite the extra support the underwire bras offered. That was a reality check. In any case, no stripper would have a 33-inch waistline. By now her paunch stuck out an inch past her boobs, constantly reminding her of what had caused them to get that big in the first place. When she sat it competed for room, simultaneously raising her bust line and taking up most of her lap. Her hips had reached a milestone too, moving out of the 40s to a 50inch circumference. If she still had her job at Pan Am, no matter what they gave her to wear, she would have been unable to fit this ass into the jump seat. Luckily she now sat in first class-the seats were bigger as were the aisles. As it was, she was a full 6 inches taller sitting down than when she had started. All that padding had to go somewhere. It had been a particularly long day. Paris was a big city and there was a lot to see. She had seen to her clients, and skipped out on dinner. An early night would be just the thing, to recharge her batteries. As she slipped into her dressing down, there was a knock at the door. She was not expecting anyone. Chambermaid, maybe? She could not have been more wrong. She opened to the door and there stood a tall, good looking man. She recognized him as one of the people on her tour. “Hello. Can I be of assistance?” He shrugged. “I hope so. I was going to step out and grab some dinner. I’m travelling alone-it would be nice to have some company.” She reddened. “Uh-sir. I already had dinner. Besides, it’s against company policy to consort with clients.” “Name’s David. Dave, to my friends. I know you haven’t eaten dinner, because they are just serving it now. As for consorting, as you put it…” He fished in his pocket for a business card. It read David Adams and she noticed it was the same logo as hers. “Oh” she said. “You work for…” “The same people yes. So you’re safe, I’m not a client. Good on you for your loyalty, though. I don’t think there is a rule against fellow employees…” “Um-just for the record. I’m not a fellow and I’m in my dressing gown. You think I only said no because of some rule? Do you think you’re that irresistible?” He blushed a bit. “Look, I’m actually kind of shy around girls. I don’t think I’m irresistible at all. Supposed to be reviewing new restaurants and I would like some company, that’s all. Sorry to bother you…” Pauline actually felt bad for him. “Wait. One dinner wouldn’t be so bad, I guess. I was just about to have a bath. It will take me a few minutes to get ready.” He cleared his throat. “If it’s not too much trouble, could you wear something else besides your uniform?” Now Pauline had her back up. “Oh? Not good enough for you? Maybe this was a mistake….” “Wait. Sorry. I told you I’m a bit awkward with girls. This review process is supposed to be incognito. A couple in civilian clothes would not be noticed. But your uniform would be a dead giveaway.” “Well. We can’t have that, can we? You better come in, while I find something more…suitable. Oh, and let me give you a word of advice. I’m a grown woman. If you call me a girl once more, I’ll renege on my offer.” Suitably chastened, her young companion read a magazine while she changed. Now Pauline panicked a bit. She only had one outfit for her days off, a wool skirt and short sleeve pullover. The pullover was snug, accentuating her now-massive breasts a little more than she was comfortable with, for a first date. Date? No-this wasn’t a date. Not really. Now, for the skirt. It was even tighter. She barely got it over her rump and once inside, sucked in her belly to do up the zipper. She hoped it would stay together. As it was, she would have to step and sit with care. Once attired, she freshened up her makeup and strode out. David looked her over and nodded. “You didn’t have to go to that extreme, but I’m really glad you did. Honoured, in fact” Pauline blushed. She hardly knew this guy and wasn’t sure if he was being genuine. The outfit pinched in every direction as a constant reminder of how much weight she had put on. They got to the restaurant. Pauline had never been there, but it was obviously very traditional and very expensive. Dave tried to order, but the waiter did not speak English. Pauline offered. “Maybe I can help?” “You speak French?” “Of course.” Pauline nodded. “What would you like?” He shrugged. “Surprise me. We need to try a salad, soup, entree and dessert. To get the variety.” Pauline ordered and they pair got to know each other over a glass of wine. Despite her earlier reservations, Pauline had a lovely time. She lost track of time, but as she was finishing her third glass of wine and her second dessert, she noticed it was nearly midnight. “Look David. I’ve had fun, but I have an early morning. I need to get back.” “Please call me Dave. I’ll get the bill looked after.” They took a cab back and he saw her to the door of her room. “Um. I hope this isn’t going to get awkward. I should have told you up front. I’m-married sort of. And I’m tired.” Dave blushed and stammered. “Oh. Yeah. I was just making sure you got home all right.” In spite of herself, she kissed him softly on the cheek and closed the door. Oddly enough, Dave was nowhere to be found during the next day’s festivities; but was in the lobby when the bus pulled up to the hotel. Pauline smiled at him and asked. “Where have you been all day? I was worried about you.” He shrugged. “I have my work too. I needed to go to a place for lunch. They didn’t pass muster. What did you think of the place last night?” She pondered a moment. “I liked it. I hope they make the list.” “Mmmm. Maybe.” Dave asked. “So it was fun?” Pauline smiled. “It was, actually.” “Good. Let’s do it again tonight?” Pauline couldn’t believe she’d fallen for that ploy. Dave was learning fast. “Sorry, I have a job to do too. I can’t abandon my tour every night.” Dave nodded. “Can’t argue with that can I? Tomorrow then. Eat light. Pick you up at 7?” Before she could even think about it, Pauline said. “Eight is better.” He nodded. “Eight it is. See you then.”
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  24. She gave it a try. To her surprise, she actually enjoyed her new career immensely. As promised, her duties were not that of a stewardess. She travelled like the rest of her group-first class in the new Concorde jets. It was very expensive and an elite crowd she moved comfortably in. Still, the uniform did make her stand out from the tourists. A month has passed. Heading back to her room after a long day, she peeled off her skirt. It was almost as hard to get it off as it had been to get it on this morning. She realized she really was standing out in more ways than one. She felt the bulge of her soft paunch and sighed. Time to get it over with. She stepped on the scale and the numbers confirmed her suspicions. A month long orgy of hotels and the best restaurants in Europe had left their mark. It was worse than she’d hoped. At 171, she was another 17 pounds heavier. Her now 43E 29-47 figure left no doubt she was becoming more than pleasingly plump. Clinically, she was in the obese category. It would help, if she took off her bra, which was too small anyway. Again. Her boobs were beginning to sag under their own weight. Now, her nipples hovered near the middle of her rib cage. Next version would need underwires and wider straps. She hoped that would help with the backaches from carrying them around. Her stomach rumbled in protest at skipping dinner. There was no need for sound effects to draw attention to it. Three inches bigger around the waist again, but most of it had found a home in her pot belly. It too was beginning to sag, and a prominent crease bisected it about 4” above her navel. As for her hips…they were getting so big she tried to make sure she had a solo seat on the bus tours. It was embarrassing to take up more than one’s share on a tandem. Her buttocks were beginning to form a shelf, which stuck out 10” behind her. That alone would preclude wearing a bathing suit, but the cottage cheese dimples on her buttocks and thighs sealed the bargain. She loved the job, but had never felt so unattractive, or so alone. She sighed once again, thinking to herself; this time last year she could never have imagined she’d be dealing with a weight problem. Then, she wondered how her employers would feel, once they found out her new clothes didn’t fit any more either. She felt the fine linen/wool fabric of the skirt expertly. This was worth a few bucks. No matter what she was told when she was hired for this job, she knew there would be a point where…. Suddenly, the phone rang. It was Patricia. “I’m in town-in the hotel actually. Down in the lobby. Will you join me for dinner?” Pauline sighed. “Uh. I’ve just come from dinner, and I’ve got a busy schedule tomorrow. Rain check, maybe?” Patricia probed. “Drinks then. I insist.” There was a hesitation and Patricia picked up on it. “Is everything okay dear?” “Not really. I don’t feel very presentable.” “I see. Well, next time then.” She hung up the phone and maybe 2 minutes later, there was a knock on the door. The exasperated hostess was looking forward to a long soak and was not expecting anyone. “Who is it?” “Room service!” She threw on a robe and opened the door. “I’m sorry-there must be a mistake. I didn’t order room service.” “No-I did.” came the reply from Patricia, who had been skulking off to the side. “Go ahead, wheel it in.” She gave the bellhop a fiver and he rushed out. Patricia looked her over and closed the door. “Sorry to barge in like this, but I think we need to talk. I have a daughter of my own and I can tell when something is wrong. What is it?” Pauline opened the robe and sighed. “This. I love the job, but it has one huge drawback. The meals are so rich. Look how fat I’m getting! I didn’t sign on for this-did you?” Patricia answered with a question of her own. “You ate with your groups I take it?” Pauline nodded “Every meal. Every bite.” Patricia sat and helped herself to a glass of wine from the cart. As she sipped she queried. “How was the food?” “Is that a joke?” She patted the paunch and offered. “I’ve never eaten so much in my life.” Patricia shook her head. “I’m serious. We need to ensure we are providing the best. You are well-travelled and would know better than anyone. I’m asking for your candid expert opinion.” Pauline relaxed a bit and poured a glass for herself. “I was exquisite actually. You have nothing to worry about there. That’s the problem. It’s so good I can’t stop eating.” Patricia nodded. “Mind if I change the subject. How’s your mom?” Pauline shrugged. “Coping as best she can, I guess. She’s out on the town tonight somewhere. I think she might have a “gentleman friend”, as she likes to call them.” Pauline resisted the urge to smirk. “And what about your marital…situation?” The younger woman snickered. “There is no marital situation. I don’t know where he is right now and I don’t care. The paperwork isn’t done of course; but that is just a formality. Actually, I haven’t really given it much thought lately.” Patricia then offered. “So, perhaps it’s fair to say that your duties have helped you to forget your troubles?” Pauline nodded slowly. “I-I guess they have. I never thought of it that way.” Patricia smiled. “And are you enjoying this-except for…?” She patted her own stomach in illustration. Pauline took a moment to answer. “Actually I’m enjoying it immensely.” She cringed at her choice of works but continued. “I think I was made for this, and vice versa.” The boss clapped her hands and then probed. “So what’s the big deal? Are you really that vain?” Pauline shook her head. “Not really, but I was fired from my last job for being too fat. I didn’t want to lose this one too…” Pauline pursed her lips a bit and advised. “I thought that might be it. I shouldn’t really be telling you this, but you’ve earned it. We are absolutely delighted with you. I hope you will agree to make a career with us. Once we get better established, the business will grow. We’ll need more staff. I see a bright future for you in management.” Patricia continued. “As for your weight, it’s not an issue. I did warn you after all, and you weren’t exactly a string bean when we hired you.” “String bean? Watermelon, more like, thanks to certain individuals who shall remain nameless. But more to the point, I’ve gained another 17 pounds-none of my stuff fits, not even my underwear. That’s why I wouldn’t come down.” “Well that won’t do. If the effect is not good enough for me, it won’t be good for the clients either. Try it on. I need to see. Please?” Pauline dutifully put the outfit back on. The jacket was bad enough; but it would work as long as you didn’t try to button it. The skirt was another matter. It was skin tight and she’d barely been able to zip it up. You could see the seams were beginning to split and her belly and muffin top bulged out over the waistband. It was not a flattering look by any means. “Sorry, I know it’s expensive.” Patricia pulled out a small tape and measured her up. A little more than I anticipated, but we’ll cope. I will have new uniforms for you by the morning. From now on, we will have a weekly check on your clothing. Maybe mix up the colours and styles a wee bit? Givenchy or not, it’s boring to wear the same thing all the time. As for your underthings-I will let you handle the selection, but within reason you can submit your receipts and we’ll reimburse you.” She reached into her purse and handed her a card. “You can’t wear that skimpy stuff than teenagers, wear you know. Its’ not flattering and not very comfortable work wear, frankly. Phone this shop and give your sizes and colour preferences. They specialize in women with more to offer-very discreet. Was there anything else?” she added, nonchanlantly. Pauline gasped in surprise and gratitude. “You were right, I really love this job; and I was worried I was going to get fired again. You really aren’t mad?” “Of course not. I warned you from the beginning that this job would be hazardous to your figure. Can’t really hold it against you if I’m proven right, can we? You needn’t worry about spoiling your looks either. You are a very pretty girl and always will be.” She reached over and patted the plump paunch. “Consider this a badge of honour. You really do know how to enjoy the finer things in life.” Pauline added. “You know, not so long ago carrying a little extra weight was actually a status symbol. Rubens was one of the finest artists in the world. His paintings…” …are full of voluptuous women. I know and I’m glad you do too. Your knowledge of art, culture, theatre is why we hired you what makes you so good as a guide. Forget about firing you, I actually came to offer you a raise.” She pointed at the cart. “Too bad you already ate.” Pauline shook her head. “You know as well as I do that I just made that up. I’m starving and will be glad to join you.” Dinner turned out to be two porterhouse steak dinners with all the trimmings. Despite the younger woman’s earlier protest, she attacked her meal with gusto. Patricia watched and smiled in silence. Every woman had 4 stages of weight control. Although they may occur at different weight levels, the progression was always the same. Stage 1 was the most common, where her weight stayed the same, but nearly every woman felt she had 10 pounds to lose. That was the “Does this skirt make my butt look big?” period. Then there was Stage 2, the “Oh my God-I gained 5 pounds over Christmas” crisis. Truth be told, if it were true no one would notice unless it was mentioned. Stage 3 was the critical point, the “I am getting too fat for my clothes?” period. Women at this point rarely stayed there. They would either diet themselves back to some version of stage 2 or go on. Stage 4 was the “Screw it I’m fat already and always will be” point. Then they usually gave up and accepted their fate and weight. At that point they would see no harm in getting any bigger, it was just a matter of degree. One could always tell when women reached stage 4. They threw out all their diet books and gave their skinny clothes to charity, knowing they would never fit into them again. Patricia looked at her employee sucking the meat of the steak bone. Pauline was already well into stage 3 when they hired her. It would not take much to nudge her into stage 4. And she knew just how to do it.
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  25. 6 weeks have passed. Her mother was right. The pair had re-bonded and were closer now than they’d ever been. But Pauline was headstrong, and needed more in her life. “I need to go back to work. Maybe if I talk to the right people, they’ll reconsider? I’ve tried my best to do something about my weight, in the meantime.” Mom raised an eyebrow. Over the past few weeks her daughter had not managed to do anything constructive in that regard. The stress, inactivity and the proximity of the choice foods Estelle the housekeeper always seemed to have on hand; combined to sabotage any plans she may have had in that regard. Pauline sighed. “Guess going out to dinner every night for a month wasn’t the best plan. Estelle didn’t help either. I forgot how much I enjoyed her cooking. That woman is a bad habit I need to break. Please don’t be offended-I love spending time together; but the sooner I’m out of here the better.” Her mother nodded but added. “You will always have a home here and will always be my little girl. No matter what. You know that right?” As Pauline hugged her for support she chimed in. “You know dear, oddly enough, I was talking to an old friend, a few weeks back. She may have something for you, if you’ll take the interview. At first, I had my doubts that you were ready for something else; but based on what you just said, I think you will be perfect for the role.” Pauline was cautious. “Not another blind date is it?” He mom had never liked Steve. She was a bit of a snob and he came from strictly blue collar roots. Used to working with service men, his demeanour was a little coarser than she could tolerate. Until recent events, she still considered him to be a good man-just not good enough for her daughter. Mom shook her head. “No dear. I know better. An old friend from college works for an excursion company-she’s looking for a bright young lady to act as a tour guide. High end packages-our kind of people. That sort of thing.” Pauline stifled a giggle. Our kind of people. Her mother was the very model of the rich, patrician matriarch. She’d never worked a day in her life. She didn’t even have a driver’s licence, she considered driving to be unladylike. Most years, she spent the summers being chauffered to lunch or tennis games, with clones of herself. Unlike Pauline she was tall, nearly 6 feet and reed thin. She was a blonde, while Pauline’s hair was jet black. Still she’d been a devoted mother and the two were close. In most situations, she deferred to her mom’s opinion. “Okay I’ll meet her, but I’m not promising anything.” “Splendid. I’ll help you get ready-you can’t go to the club, looking like that. Aware that her mother had always been a bit of a fitness snob, Pauline had resorted to loose fitting loungewear or sweats in order to hide her growing plumpness, as best she could. In reality, she was hiding it from herself. Obviously none of her good clothing fit, not even close. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her blouse would not button over her belly and though she managed to get the skirt over her hips, she could not get it zipped. “Mom. Please help me get this stuff off.” Now panicked, Pauline jumped on the scale. It stopped at 154 pounds. “Oh my God, I’ve gained 18 pounds since I’ve been here!” She looked closer at the damage, as she pulled a tape from the dresser drawer. Her bust measured at 40”, 2” and a full cup size bigger. Compounding the effect, her DD melons were squeezed into a (much) too small half-bra. If she bent too far over, or even sneezed; they would both pop out for the world to see. Still, that was not so bad. The rest made the difference. Her waistline had expanded by 3”. At 26”, the layer of fat in front stuck out so far, she really was starting to look pregnant. Her butt had grown by 3” as well. At 45” and well before the Kardassian era, this was a deal breaker. Men don’t make passes at girls with big asses was the line she’d heard over and over in school. Couple that with puffy cheeks and a double chin, the whole effect was disastrous. So of course, she sat on the bed, weeping uncontrollably. “I can’t be seen anywhere like this, let alone a job interview.” “You’d be surprised dear, sometimes things have a way of working themselves out. I know it doesn’t make sense. But trust me?” Mom shushed her and dried her eyes. “Let me have a look.” She pretended to peruse thorough her own stuff and finally came out with a chic turtleneck and wool pleated skirt. “I bought these for Estelle, but you can have them. I’ll pick up something else.” It was a lie. If Pauline knew how much the items were worth, she’d have known that. Her mother was good to her staff, but would not simply give the cook an outfit worth 2 months pay. She’d bought it specifically for her daughter; knowing full well how fat she was getting lately. Little did Pauline know that the whole thing had been planned ahead of time and the plan was working to perfection. Pauline left and met her interviewer, one Patricia Wembly-Smythe. She started the conversation by mentioning “We’ve met you know. I was at your wedding.” Pauline stared blankly, but there was not the slightest hint of recognition. “I’m sorry…” “Don’t worry dear, I’m not offended. There were over 600 guests-I’m sure you had lots on your mind. Actually if you had said you remembered, I’d have thought you deceitful.” After re-introducing herself, she advised she was very much of the old school of etiquette. “You can call me by my first name, if you like dear. It’s Patricia, not Pat or Patsy. That’s just so…common. I’m glad you don’t go by Polly either. Shows good breeding to use the name you were given.” They engaged in small talk over a glass of wine and Patricia offered. “I like to discuss business on a full stomach. Lunch on me?” Pauline nodded. “Sounds great-thanks.” She vowed to eat light, both as a courtesy to her host and an effort to stem the tide of weight gain. The intention was not to be however. Patricia simply nodded to the waiter and lunch began. “I hope you don’t mind-I took the liberty of ordering already. I’m sure you will find everything to your liking.” It was hard not to. Waldorf salad, squash soup, an entire Maine lobster, a 16 oz prime rib and apple pie rounded out the menu. Pauline was more concerned with her belly, which was rounding out as well. She rubbed it and blushed. “I hope you don’t think I’m a glutton, but that was delicious.” Nonsense Patricia beamed. “It’s good to see a girl who enjoys a good meal. In fact get used to it, if you accept my offer.” Ignoring that, Pauline asked “On that note, Mom said you had something that may interest me?” “Yes.” I read your resume. “Travelled the world both for business and pleasure. Educated at the Sorbonne, I see. Speak Italian and French. On top of that, a very good report, from your previous employer. They were a bit disappointed that you’re being recruited. I think they want you back, dear.” Puffing up her cheeks Pauline scoffed. “Not like this, they don’t. Too bad I’m not built like my mother. Changed a bit-I won’t fit into my wedding dress now. I look more like my grandma.” Then she added. “I’ve got her aa..hips already I think.” Then stood and showed off her plump profile, adding “Good or bad, this is who I am now. If this is a deal breaker, tell me now.” Patricia chose her words carefully. “Sit down please dear. You are making a spectacle of yourself. But I’m relieved you broached the subject yourself. I did warn your mother that you’d have to do something about your weight. I’m assuming she spoke to you?” “No, I only found out about this today.” Pauline sighed. “Here we go. Maybe…we can just call it a day. Thank you so much for the lunch and the pleasant conversation…” Patricia cleared her throat. “A polite young lady would have let me finish.” She made a pause for dramatic effect and continued. “Based on your wedding pictures, I told your mother that you’d never make the grade; but looks like I was wrong. I was about to say I’m delighted to see you’ve made such good progress.” “Excuse me…? I haven’t lost an ounce. I’ve actually gained a little.” She held her arms up and shrugged to downplay the issue, in hopes of finding out where this was going. “Judging by the meal we just had; you have an exquisite appetite for fine food.” Pauline chafed a bit, but bit her tongue; simply because this was her mother’s dear friend. Patricia shocked the younger woman by reaching over, pinching her belly, then patting it. “According to your mother, this is the rule rather than the exception. In any case, it’s worked out for the best for you. You’re beautiful, well educated, intelligent and have a mind of your own. Now that you have made yourself so magnificently plump, you will do just fine. If you want it the job, it’s yours.” “Wait a minute. I just got fired from a job because they thought I was fat. Are saying you’re offering me one because you think I’m fat? What the hell kind of job is this, anyway?” Patricia reached over and patted the younger woman’s belly again. “No dear. I didn’t say you were fat-I said you were plump and you are. No sense in denying it. At first I wasn’t sure about this, but your mom and I go way back to college. She asked me to give it time and I must say you’ve certainly risen to the occasion.” “Risen to the occasion?” Pauline grimaced. “I’ll admit since my Dad passed, I’ve gained 18 pounds I really didn’t need; but I’m getting the impression that you think I did this on purpose?” Patricia sipped her tea and smiled. “Well, one way or another, it worked. You should be thanking your mother for her part. We needed a plumper candidate and she made sure you didn’t have any opportunity to do otherwise.” Pauline blanched. “Wait-what? Mom was in on it? She actually agreed to fatten me up?” “Obviously, if you say that you had nothing to do with it. Is that a problem?” “Mom….Estelle…it makes sense now. Damn those two, they practically bombarded me with food.” Pauline shook her head. “I’ll deal with them later. Just out of curiosity, why do you need someone…larger in the first place?” Patricia grimaced. “That’s the second curse word I’ve heard. One more, and we’re done. The explanation is simple. I’ve had several candidates for this situation already. We need someone with travel experience, language and people skills and a low starting salary requirement. Not many fit that mold.” Reaching into her purse she pulled out a half-dozen photos. She arranged them on the table and showed them to Pauline. These girls had similar qualifications.” Pauline gulped. “Had? You fired them?” “No dear. They were all fine employees. But they all left. Longest one lasted six months as I recall.” Pauline shook her head. “What happened?” Patricia reached in and pulled out six more photos, arranging them with the others in pairs. The younger woman could see this was a sort of before and after. In each case the girls were considerably heavier. Patricia explained. “As you can see, the thin candidates just don’t work out. Half of them, the best looking, end up meeting a rich sugar daddy and that’s it. Poof-gone. The rest can’t keep up with the lifestyle, after a month or two. This is a high end tour; that offers meals like you just ate three times a day.” Pauline nodded and pinched her side, wondering how much she’d gained just today. Reading her mind she added. “Over time the calories start to add up. Weight gain is inevitable. Of course, the clients put on weight too, but they are around only for a week or two. The tour guides have to eat like this every day for months at a time. Once they realize they are starting to put on a few pounds, they’re gone. The threshold seems to be about 10 pounds smaller than I am now, judging from the photos.” “You have a good eye dear. That’s about right. In any case it’s a vicious cycle-I just can’t keep good staff.” “That leaves me” Pauline rolled her eyes. “So you thought a bored rich girl, would be your best shot? I was already overweight begin with, but you conspired with my mother to fatten me up past the point of caring?” She retorted. “That’s a bit crude, but more or less correct.” She took Pauline’s hand. “Sorry you were blindsided a bit, but that was not my doing. In any case I’m desperate and you are our only promising candidate. You don’t need the money and you’re bored to death, already. Your mom thinks this is a favour to her, but I’m asking for a favour to me. Give it a try? You won’t regret it, I promise.” Pauline pondered a moment and sighed. “Why not? When do I start?” “Splendid. My car will bring you to the office. We’ll get you set up and first flight will be 9 o’clock.” Pauline blanched. “Tonight? That’s absurd.” Patricia assured her. “No of course not. 9am, tomorrow. I’ll send a car to your mother’s for whatever personal items you need and your passport of course.” Pauline was used to last minute rushes but thought. “I don’t have any clothes. This is the only thing that fits.” “No worries. You’ll be in uniform. Give me your sizes and I’ll have something ready for tonight.” Pauline worried “Uniform?” Her past experience was not remembered fondly. “Oh you’ll like it dear. Givenchy-tres chic. It’s important that you be separated from the clients. More so in your case, because you’re actually in the same class. Now that you won’t have to compete with them you won’t seem like a threat.” Patricia did not mention that a somewhat plump hostess would not be a threat to the husband’s fidelity, either. Pauline would need to find that out for herself.
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  26. Hey everyone! I thought it would be a good idea for you to get to know the girl behind the photos and hear my side of the story (to clarify I'm the gainer in the photos moohah has been posting about) I've struggled with weight all my life being the biggest girl in the family. Though I was comfortable with it, my family would make jibes about my weight and dieting. I turned my back on food for years and stayed slim and 'perfect'. When I met moohah I had no idea of his preferences in women. I stumbled across his browsing history and after years of believing fat was not beautiful, it was alien to me. I met moohah at a tiny size 10, since then I have ballooned into a sexy size 16 and plan to continue to my goal of 26 stone. I wanted to please him so what started out as a couple of dress sizes turned into a few. I have become addicted to food and addicted to gaining. I weigh myself morning and night watching the scales creep up after a good day of eating. I rekindled with my love for food and after reading this blog moohah started I felt accepted by all of you. I started to love my curves, love my fat and love myself. Since I've accepted that I am a gainer, my daily food intake has increased and I'm eating foods I would never have touched before. I've started to add lard and cream to my daily meals, watching the pounds pile on. Its all so exciting to me and I find it difficult to part with food during work and other day to day things. The food is a massive thing to me but I think my favourite part of this experience is feeling myself becoming heavier by the end of each day and seeing visible results. I'll keep you all updated with more progress photos along my journey. D
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  27. maltesefalcon

    Family Tree

    So. I hope those who like to explore the darker elements of the human experience like this. (Cause no one else will IMHO) More coming.
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  28. maltesefalcon

    Family Tree

    Meanwhile across town, the unmarked car arrives. Lt. Sykes enters the building and sighs. On the bench sits her passenger, waiting patiently. He smirks and says “I wasn’t sure they’d send you to come get me.” “Well you did ask for me, right?” Sykes shrugged. “No one else knows you’re here, anyway. That being said, I would have asked for this assignment, in any case.” “Really? I guess I should be flattered.” “Don’t be. I just wanted to be sure you get out of town asap.” She held out her hand and he gave her release documents. Satisfied that they were in order, she led him back out. “Maybe you should have got a cab. You’re free to go, you know. That was the deal. If I were you, I wouldn’t come back, either. Might not be healthy.” He smirked. “Oh, I think I will be fine with you around to protect me.” Sykes snorted. “You presume too much. Oddly enough, I’m not going to be on the force for long. I put in my papers today. I guess this will be my final official duty.” “No retirement party?” She shrugged. “Maybe in the morning, when I turn in my gun and badge.” He changed the subject. “Maybe a quick stop? I haven’t had a decent meal in a long time. This is a big day for both of us.” Sykes sighed. “I guess I could eat too. How’s Burger King sound?” “Really? I would have thought it would be beneath your tastes.” He smirked. “Humor me for a moment.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out an address. “How about here?” Sykes frowned. “I know this joint. Nice, but too expensive.” He interrupted. “My treat. I have money. The agency gave me a stipend.” Sykes did not object. Twenty minutes later, they pulled to the parking lot. She sighed. I hope they have something on the lighter side. Cops eat too much fast food. I’ve gained 25 pounds since we arrested you. Most of it ended up back here. She slapped her butt for emphasis. Once seated, Sykes looked around. She looked at her companion and scoffed. “I can see what attracts you to this place.” She took another look just to be sure. Without exception, all the waitresses were quite fat. Not as big as Rebecca was, but nevertheless it was shocking to say the least. He chuckled. “I’ve never been here before. I got the name of the place from one of your colleagues.” The waitress came over and introduced herself as JoJo. “What’s good here?” he asked. Jojo smiled. “Buffet is best. I eat there every day. It’s really good.” Then she blushed as she patted her belly. “Maybe too good, but it’s a perk of working here. Sykes sneered. “That would explain why all of you are so…” “Fat?” JoJo blushed again. “Only a bit. Manager only hires big girls. Says it makes the food look appetizing. I was pretty big already when I started.” She winked at him and smirked. Sykes looked at her and said. That’s a bit demeaning isn’t it? JoJo glared just a bit. “I know I’m fat. People are constantly reminding me of it. For once I got accepted because of it, not rejected. Now do you want to order or not?” He nodded. “Makes sense I guess. I’ll have the buffet.” Sykes eyed her coolly. “I’ll just have a small salad.” JoJo rolled her eyes. “You’re built like a rake, honey. One decent meal won’t kill you.” “Compared to you, maybe.” Sykes glared. “I will have the salad, please. Or do I need to speak to the manager?” “Salad it is.” JoJo walked away and he offered. “My treat, I said. Sure that’s all you want?” She nodded. He looked at her and whispered. “Rumplestiltskin.” Her eyes glazed over. She stared for a minute and uttered. “Uh-what was I saying?” “Not important.” Then he offered. “I think you need the buffet after all.” He stood up and went over to have a quick word with JoJo. He handed her a few bills and she nodded as she put them in her apron. In a couple minutes the waitress returned with an enormous tray of food. “Here you are honey. I’ll bring more when you are done.” Sykes looked confused but started to eat. “Thank you. I’m so hungry.” She wolfed down the food, as if there was no tomorrow. He smiled. “Pace yourself now. Plenty of time. What do you want for the second course?” “Mmm. Lasagna I guess. Pie too. With ice cream. Two scoops.” She sighed. “You’re a bad influence. Sooner I get rid of you, the better. Good thing this is a special occasion, I’ll end up looking like Rebecca. She married one of my men, you know. By the way it wouldn’t be healthy for you to try to contact her, if you catch my meaning.” He nodded. “Don’t worry I’ve already moved on. Has she managed to slim down at all?” “On the contrary. She’s gaining more weight living with Manny than she did with you. Oh wait, that came out wrong. Anyway last time I spoke with her she was over 400 pounds and growing-she’s pregnant.” “I heard that too. No guarantees on the pregnancy, but you’ll be bigger than her I assure you. And I’m in no hurry to leave.” She stopped mid-bite. “You’re really delusional if you think you can convince me to end up like her.” “Let’s put that to the test. The fat part, not the pregnant. That would be…awkward in here. Plenty of time for that later if you like.” He waved for JoJo to come over and ordered the second round. She snorted. “Nope. You’ll never get me to do it. Never.” Oddly the lieutenant did not stop eating. On the contrary, she ate faster. He looked her over. “I’m somewhat of a breast man. Based on the size of that butt, you’re going to have to gain quite a lot to get boobs anywhere near her size.” She blushed but did nothing else. “What size are you?” 35B. He nodded. “That’d be my guess. Well once you’re up to 400 or so, they’ll be huge.” “Do you know how to take no for an answer?” she replied scornfully but still eating furiously nonetheless. He shrugged. “You’ll enjoy it. Maybe not at first, but trust me.” She shook her head in denial; but looked around in panic, as her plate was empty. “Is there anything else?” The lasagna and pie arrived just in time and she began to gobble both alternately. Pausing for a breath she said “I wouldn’t trust you as far as I could throw you. And the only place I’d like to throw you is over a bridge.” He looked at her as he moved closer. “Then perhaps you shouldn’t have sat in on so many of those sessions with me. Looks like they worked like a charm.” “Sessions?” She stopped and blanched. “You-you’ve been trying to use your brainwashing techniques on me?” “Oh no. Not trying. Doing.” “You asked for this assignment, because I put the idea in your head, weeks ago. A while back, you told me you’d weighed the same since high school right?” “Yeah, more or less. Why?” “Well, your current appetite is not really your fault. In fact, I encouraged the 25 pounds you’re carrying, to see if you were actually in my power, or just faking. But now that I know it’s for real, you are going to be so fat you won’t recognize yourself.” She whitened but still kept eating. “You hate me that much? What did I ever do to you?” “On the contrary my dear. During our association, I have become quite fond of you. You are a very bright charming woman, somewhat closer to my age than Rebecca. You might say I fell under your spell, not the other way around. I knew I needed to have you.” She looked up from the pie with melted ice cream dripping off her chin. “I’d never hook up with you. You make my skin crawl.” “Wrong again. You have no choice. But you won’t even know it….Rapunzel!” She paused and her eyes glazed over again. She shook her head. “Oh. Felt a little dizzy right there.” “Maybe your blood sugar is low. You should eat something.” JoJo came over. “How we doing here? Can I bring something else?” Sykes looked at her and then her own slim build. “Wow. You are so beautiful. I wish I could fill out like you.” She reached in her pocket and pulled out a couple tens. “Here’s for your trouble.” JoJo blushed. “Well, come back more often and you’ll see.” He offered. “We can come every day, if you like.” She nodded. “Good thing it’s all you can eat. We’re still here now. Trust me I plan to get your moneys’ worth.” Speaking of money. “How do you plan to live from now on?” He laughed. “Oh I can assure you there is no problem in that area. Your colleagues proved quite willing to cooperate.” She stopped mid-bite. “Cooperate? How?” “Some of these crooks and terrorists have sizeable funds stashed away. I found out where it was and once we got access, we split it three ways. You’ll never need to worry about money again. I can take you to the finest restaurants in the world every day.” “Sounds wonderful. Oh my word, I simply cannot stop eating.” Then she blushed. “I hope you won’t leave me if I gain a few pounds.” He nodded. “You gain as much as you like my dear. I’ll learn to live with it.” The End?
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  29. I think you all will enjoy this
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  30. OK! Thanks for your help!
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  31. flabflub

    Skylar Laine

    During the American Idol finale they brought back a lot of old idols. Some had clearly gained some weight but none stood out as much as Skylar Laine (besides Kelly of course). When on the show a few years back I always found her curvy and hot, but my has she grown!!! First few pics are during her stint on Idol, last 3 are from last night.
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  32. It's 1 week old so maybe already posted... But if u look at her jeans she is using a button pin cause they are too tight
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  33. Curvaceou**

    Curvaceous' Pics

    Looks like it might be time to buy some bigger jeans.
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  34. Kudos to Cofidis and Smooth for their world class posts today Reaction: holy shit: this is a new level Look at how much timber she has put on!
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  35. Curvaceou**

    Curvaceous' Pics

    Few flirty ones tonight.
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  36. jb

    Lucy Collett (Page 3 Girl)

    quoting the money shot
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  37. zachi

    Coleen Rooney

    http://www.dailymail.co.uk/tvshowbiz/article-3517959/Coleen-Rooney-wears-post-baby-curves-pride-paisley-green-bikini-relaxes-beaches-Barbados-son-Kai-enjoy-jet-ski-fun.html
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  38. when will we see her in that costume again?
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  40. Five years later...
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  41. Have more pics if anyone is as amazed as I am lol
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  42. Thick thighs weight is setting in. Soft and plush when she is not stuffed
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  43. She is looking so big today unbelievable!!..We do plan on doing a blog and some videos soon to get to the questions better. We just want to do it right if we are going to get involved with that. She wanted me to post these pics after i showed her. Loves how Her figure is exploding!
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  44. I am so excited over this new set of pics I could not wait any longer to post! The weight is more visible than ever!! Her belly is now so round and her legs and ass are much wider ..Every part of her is expanding her shoulders and chest cavity even look bigger. Working on digging up some old pictures at her lowest weight to get a new comparison. Also getting around to making a decent video soon. Recently asked questions were if I was noticing a difference in her mobility and what kind of comments family and friends were making. She seems just as able and sometimes clumsy as ever lol [so cute]. Combining her above average natural strength with the fact that the first 25lb came pretty slow she really has shown no changes there. The comments have been also limited to a little fun poking by some of her siblings and nothing really from our social group. I do see a few eyes locking on her belly and ass though..but really cant blame anyone for looking
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  45. So in love with my body <3
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