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  1. So here's some then vs. now photos for you... I've been trying really hard lately to gain weight so I've been stuffing myself frequently, pushing my limits and testing new ways to gain quicker I tried really hard to do my jeans up for you but it just wasn't happening... For the question some have been asking, I'm up to 16 stone from my original 10 stone in February Hope you enjoy Lots of love, D
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  2. Thank you all so much! Was sitting in my towel last night eating nutella and toast reading all the comments. I will always do what makes me happy as you can never live your life for anyone else. I'll answer your questions as best I can... My weight hasn't increased any since the last update. My bra size is 36FF. Any other questions personal or not don't be afraid to ask. Apologies if I haven't wrote back to your personal direct messages I just havent had the tome to go through and reply to them all.
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  3. Thanks a lot for your reactions! She says she loves all the feedback! You guys are dope! Today we rent a bike in town and well. It was a fuckin good bike and it wasn't cheap but guess what? When Carmen had to get on it ...she couldn't..she has got so fat that she can't raise her leg we have been trying it for 20 minutes but she was complaining and getting winded at every little movement. We aborted mission, next time we gonna try it with a smaller bike but it seems she can't ride that anymore! For premium users we have uploaded some new content in our c4s! Oh and @layan @pizza222 We just uploaded 2 smoking clips in her c4s! She looks specially sexy and chubby in my opinion @cutebelly99 Here you have it! I leave here this comparison pics. It's crazy that it just has been 2 and a half months between them, she was 84kg and now she's 94! Oh and the older pic is from April or May...She developed that big belly during summer:) @Lion1991 Carmen: "OMG! I loooove this!! I upload it in my tumblr its so funny my face!" @polkvision you are geniuses! She loves them and it encourages her to get fatter!!! @deepfriedgrits she definitely takes them as a challenge! @barrywhite she's 160cm. She has a really chubby belly maybe that's why: @aastark my belly jiggles always! when i laugh and when i walk too @Mr. Button She loves it! The details in her belly are amazing!!! Keep up the good work! She fuckin loves it <3<3<3 Enjoy!!! And VERY HAPPY WEEK <3
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  4. Turkish guy

    new turkish wife

    hi we are from turkey and i tell my wife about this site and she agrees to put her photos here so guys like and comment for more
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  5. Hey guys how is it going? I've been very busy at work lately and Carmen wanted to be more active and practice her english. Oh Carmen is looking super fat, eating a lot of carbs lately, don't know her weight but her belly looks super doughy and she can't hide it anywhere. It is getting more difficult for her to find sizes in "normal" stores. Today she appeared blond by the way! @polkvision @Lion1991 Those are pretty good morphs!
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  6. Hi everyone Since this afternoon I had a little bit of spare time I decided to put on paper some of my recurring fantasies about massive weight gain and as always Carmen revealed to be a powerful and stimulating muse. Hope she will appreciate this (maybe this time the size is too much over the top?)
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  7. kbear1970

    My beautiful GF

    There's another
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  9. Started going back to the gym... can you tell haha and no people don't ask if I've lost weight anymore. Haven't posted in a while because I've had a lot going on in my personal life and in my head. This is still all really overwhelming for me as I've only discovered all of this in this last year and I appreciate all the constant support. I'll try not to bore you all with my life story haha I'm usually always a positive person but lately I've been struggling and constantly feeling drained after being ill for 3weeks. So fingers crossed this is me back on the right track!
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  11. MissMoseby

    Sassy swimsuit!

    Hi Guys, I am in love with this swimsuit, I just wish it wasn't so cold outside. What do you think of it? Much love, Miss Moseby
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  12. Shot my first VR360 videos today!! So excited to start offering fetish VR videos to my customers!
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  13. Chapter 6 Six weeks have passed. Wendy had completed her report and submitted to management for study. Meanwhile, Margery had left the ship. Her great-granddaughter in California had a new baby, so she went out to stay for awhile to visit. Wendy had waited for this day. No need for either wheelchair or walker. It was time to free her of the ridiculous brace, to let her start back to her normal life. The doctor slowly unfastened all the straps and buckles to the portable prison and helped her patient into the shower. That chore complete, Wendy took inventory before re-dressing herself. She stared in the mirror and did a quick 360. Then she sat on the edge of the bed and began to cry. “Oh my God. Look at me! I look like a freak.” Doctor Rashanti put her arm on her shoulder and said. “It will be alright. If you grow your hair out a bit more, the scars on your neck won’t show. The ones on your back will only show in a bikini. That’s not so bad.” Her young patient wailed. “What are you talking about. Scars? That’s the least of my worries. There’s no danger I’ll be seen in a bikini, any time soon. Look at this!” She poked the burgeoning pot belly that had somehow developed during her recovery. She patted her thickened waist and said “Where’s the scale?” She knew anyway and hopped on. The doctor helped her with it and the reading settled on…115. “See” she said. “That’s not so bad. Quite normal-in fact, I weigh 125 myself.” In fact, it was not normal. The good doctor was being deceptive, as she had disregarded her patient’s diminutive stature. 115 pounds was at the extreme end of the BMI scale for someone only 57” tall. One more pound and she really would be overweight. Wendy had gained back the 10 pounds she lost on her ordeal, plus 25 more for good measure. Not only that, the aforementioned loss had been mostly muscle tissue; and its replacement mostly fat. The doctor said, “Look, you are a bit heavier, but look at the results. Most women would kill for curves like that.” Wendy was already taking a second look. She could not see her expanded rear but a quick knead of the plumpened butt cheeks was all she needed to verify their growth. Up top, she was intrigued by her now enhanced bustline. She cupped each one gently and shook them slightly, stifling a chuckle in spite of herself. The doctor saw this and jumped in. “Look dear, like it or not, you are going to need some new clothes. Maybe I could help measure you up?” “Uh sure thanks” she said. “Sorry for the hissy fit. With all the gear I had on, I couldn’t see what was happening to me. This is all a bit of a shock.” “S’okay. You’ve had a lot to deal with lately”, her friend assured. Grabbing a tape she said “Okay, let’s see now. Waist…25. Hips...41 Bust...38.” Ribcage...34 makes you a D-cup. You’ll need a bra upgrade at least.” “Yes-upgrade. Of course.” Wendy reddened at that realization as she pondered the implication. With no breasts to speak of before, she usually went braless. Well that was over, for now at least. The spell was broken by the good Doctor’s final words. “Captain wants you back on the job. Far as I’m concerned, you’re good to go. Physically, at least. Mentally is your department, but I’m not going to push you. I can sign a release form if you like…?” Wendy said “No, I guess this is as good a time as any.” She pinched her side and pulled a love handle up and down. “Good thing spandex stretches. I’ll fit into most of my old outfits, I think. Be back to my old self in no time, once I get into my program again.”
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  14. Chapter 5 Next morning Margery was already in the dining room when Wendy arrived. She had waited for her before eating however. After eating much more than usual, Wendy sighed in contentment. “Oh I am so stuffed.” Margery pouted. “Oh. I’m so sorry to hear that. I was hoping to have a drink or two up on the sun deck.” Wendy nodded. “I’m supposed to have a nap, but alright.” This time it took nearly a half-hour to find a free elevator. One up top they were greeted by a half dozen people all around Margery’s age. All were either in wheelchairs or used walkers for mobility. Wendy looked at the crowd and back to Margery. “I’m getting the impression I’ve been Shanghaied here.” One of the other ladies smiled. “Not at all, but we were hoping to talk to you.” The conversation started with some introductions but Wendy actually recognized a couple. This group was the equivalent of a frequent flier program. They were all well to do seniors with money to spend and time on their hands. But they were not happy. Wendy began to jot down a list of recommendations based on their conversations. After a few she smiled back and said. “Okay I’m on your side but this is not going to help. I don’t have much pull on board but I can do up a detailed report and submit it to my boss. Rest is up to him. And sorry to say I’ll need to get a broader focus group.” More people over some weeks at least. Everyone agreed that would be fine. She did manage to get one item off the punch list immediately. The central port elevator was reserved strictly for those with mobility issues. The Captain even assigned a junior crew member to ride along to see that the rule was obeyed. The little social club became a habit and eventually Wendy looked forward to the sessions as her report neared completion. One other habit had a more profound impact. Most of these seniors were on medication of some kind, as was Wendy. Alcohol was more or less verboten, so they improvised by meeting in the soda parlour. By the time the meeting had ended the former fitness leader had consumed 3 or 4 of the calorie-laden shakes she had supposedly sworn off. Margery clucked in satisfaction. The plan had worked. The report and conversations had kept Wendy’s mind distracted from her intake. The results would be evident very soon. Too bad she would not be here herself to see the results of her labours.
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  15. Chapter 2 When she awoke, it was morning and she had company. Doctor Phelan was there and said “We are going to remove the cage today, but you will still need a brace for a while. Just till you get fully healed.” They expertly removed the steel bracing, replacing it with a hard plastic shell, complete with neck brace. It was held together with a series of Velcro straps and reminded her somewhat of a bulletproof vest. “There” he said. “This will allow you to get out of bed and we can bathe you with it on. It’s adjustable if you need to, but don’t take it off. Just move 1 or 2 straps as you need. You will have more freedom now, but just remember, your pelvis is still not fully healed. You can stand, but walking will be painful until that happens. You’ll need wheelchair to get around, but it temporary. Want to give it a try?” Everything went okay and Doctor Phelan said, “Looks like you are good to go. They are picking you up in an hour, so we better hurry.” Her throat now feeling better she asked “Who? Where? Is my family here?” Her parents and sister lived in New York. Had they come to pick her up? Adele explained “No your folks were here for a week, right after your accident. They went home once you were out of danger. I’ve already called them and told them you are up and around. Sorry you’ll be gone, before they can get here.” “Where are you sending me then?” asked Wendy. “I don’t have my own place on shore anymore. I live on the ship. It’s cheaper.” “We know. Doctor Rashanti is coming for you. Ship’s here now and they sail in two days. She is going to take over, until you are ready to go back to work. You’ll recover faster among friends, in your own environment.” And that was it. The good doctor wheeled her on board and she was surprised when they passed the infirmary and kept going. She explained, “Infirmary’s for sick people. You need your own space.” Paradoxically, they didn’t return to her cabin either. “What’s this?” she said. She was on deck 6, normally a passenger area. First class passengers, at that. Rashanti elaborated. “Well, you’ve been through a lot. Everyone missed you and wanted you back. But seriously, you didn’t think we were going to put you back to work yet, did you? Get well and enjoy yourself. It’s nicer and quieter here. More important, there is an elevator stop on this floor and handicap access in the washroom. Crew cubes don’t have either.” Made sense she thought. They didn’t need it on the employee floors. Ship wouldn’t hire people who had mobility issues. It wasn’t really discrimination. A ship could be a dangerous place, and in an emergency, the crew needed to help to passengers escape, not the other way around. Rashanti added “We have already moved all your stuff up. Make yourself at home.” Wendy wiped a tear and nodded. “I already am home. Thank you.” The doctor helped her into bed and handed her a radio. “This for room service. You have an emergency, you push the panic button. Now sleep a bit. I’ll check on you in an hour or so.” Wendy stopped her. “Wait. Come here please.” She reached out her arms for a hug. As Rashanti held her, she began to sob gently. “Thank you for saving my life. I’ll never be able to repay you...” The good doctor replied. “You lived. That’s payment en.....” She was afraid to say any more. Doctors are supposed to be professionally detached, but she was crying too. The next 2 weeks, Wendy stayed in the room, only getting out of bed to use the bathroom. She was getting stronger, but still found walking difficult and painful. During this time she didn’t want for company. Throughout the day, she had a host of friends stop by for a visit. Nearly every visitor brought her a little snack, which she ate greedily. The staff had been told of her weakened state and without any formal agreement, they were jointly combining their efforts, to fatten her up a bit. Once they discovered her likes and dislikes, she got into her stride. The patient had little to do for a while, but eat and watch TV anyway. By the end of this period, she was back to her original weight of 90 pounds. This was just the beginning.
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  16. I actually usually just eat it right out of the jar or over ice-cream
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  17. Sooo Sexy!!! Keep gaining beautiful!!
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  18. I will be posting some outgrown clothes and lingerie in the next few days, I've been really busy so I'm sorry... I hope this makes it up to you ?
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  19. I found this beauty today... I remember buying this and it being really loose and my boobs fit perfectly. I could only keep this on for an hour today as my boobs wouldn't stay in the teeny cups and it's was so tight around my torso I had to stop eating until I took it off. I love the feeling of outgrowing clothes (even if it is expensive ass lingerie). I have so much lingerie I've outgrown if you guys are interested? I'll also find some of my old clothes and upload some of them too if you're keen? Lots of love, D
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  20. Dr.Krieger

    Who is she?

    Does she have a topic on her if not we need to make one ASAP!
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  21. Epilog Alarmed he said “No. Please. Whatever it is, let me fix this.” Wendy kissed his cheek. “Don’t worry I’m not leaving you too. But for one thing, I need to get away from all this food for a while. Another six months here and I’ll sink the boat. My belly is getting so big; they can’t find uniforms big enough as it is.” He began to stroke it gently and said “I don’t mind. We can find someone to custom outfit you if that is all…” Then she took his hand and held it a bit lower. Pressing harder she said “There’s something else. Feel it. I think your fish swim a lot better than you bargained for.” He thought a moment and then the lights came on. “Are you.. I mean…” “Yes. Doctor Rashanti says about 4 months. Didn’t show, cause I was growing anyway. Ship is no place to raise a baby. I need to get off.” Delighted, Greg hugged her and said. “Look I was going to do this anyway, but now… Wendy I love you more than you will ever know. Would you do me the great honor of being my wife.” No answer. Just a nod while she wiped the tears of joy from her plump cheeks. Once the shock had died down they got down to business. The wedding arrangements were easy. They could marry aboard ship, but decided on a land ceremony. Then, they needed to sort out a replacement for Wendy. “Let’s talk to Leanne Simpson, she has little to do, now that the aerobics classes are cancelled. She seems bright and eager. “ Wendy met her for lunch. Leanne watched as she loaded her tray with as much food as she could carry but said nothing. Wendy began to gorge herself at first, then realized her lunch companion was staring. “What?” “Nothing” was the reply. Then she added “Can I offer just a friend…” She paused as if summoning up the courage to proceed. “It’s just well, you’re getting so…big lately. Maybe you could slow down a bit. I mean no offence.” Smiling Wendy added. “None taken. Actually that’s why you are here. Part of the reason for my appetite is I’m eating for two now. I’ll be leaving after this cruise.” Leanne looked genuinely sad. “I’m happy for you of course. But I’ll miss you. I really liked working for you. Now who will I work for?” Wendy smiled. “Captain, just like me. I’ve recommended you as my replacement.” Despite herself Leanne jumped up and gave Wendy a hug. “Oh this is amazing. Some days I felt useless. Nothing to do most days. You were right. People on vacation don’t really want to exercise. They want to be pampered. This calls for a celebration. Dessert?” Wendy had not finished half her meal yet but said “Sure. Cherry pie looks good.” “Sounds good to me. Then tomorrow, back to the old diet. I’m trying to hide it but I put on a bit of weight myself. I need to drop 5 or 10 pounds.” Wendy nodded. “Diet…sure.” She took a hard look at her future replacement. The cancelled classes had had an effect on Leanne’s figure as well. Now no more than a sedentary room monitor, she had gained nearly 35 pounds herself. Her days of skimpy spandex outfits had come to an end. Now it was loose sweats, but they did not conceal the bulging belly or enlarged rump. Leanne brought back an entire pie. “Might as well celebrate in style. She wolfed down the first piece and went back to get a bowl of whipped cream. The whole time she was walking the jiggle in her rump was attracting the men of the room. Wendy trusted her husband, but no point in bucking the odds. He noticed one of the stewards, Tom Bryce, staring at Leanne as well. Come to think of it, he had been her own steward most of the time too. Hmmm. Time for action. She waved the young man over and whispered. “I’m on to you.” He blushed. “You are? I mean what are you talking about?” She shushed him. “No time for denial. She’ll be back in a moment. You know that fellow crew members are off limits. In theory.” She winked and he nodded in understanding. “Well, I’ll square it with the Captain. If she’ll go out with you, he’ll turn a blind eye.” Tom smiled as she pulled him closer. “As for fattening her up, you leave that to her. If she’s not so inclined, you respect that. We good?” Tom nodded and looked over. Leanne looked happy to see him. Tom smiled back. He was even happier to see that she was carrying a whole pie. He was pretty sure she intended to eat the whole thing herself. Tom looked at Wendy and both whispered at the same time. I think this will work out just fine. The end
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  22. Author’s note: We meet Wendy Morgan, a 27 year old employee on the Queen of the Sea, a luxury cruise ship. We meet her preparing to teach her aerobics class. Follow the adventures of our main character, who is not exactly delighted at the prospect of becoming a BBW. Pride Goeth After a Fall Preface Wendy tied her jogging shoe and as per her habit, took stock of her appearance before heading up to the second deck. The spandex outfit was not forgiving; but so far she was as fit and trim as her college days. In high school she had stopped growing at 4-9”, and her slim 90-pound frame made her an ideal gymnast. In fact, she actually could have passed for a new version of Cathy Rigby. She remembered fondly her victory on the uneven parallel bars in the NCAA final, in ’02. It was her fifteen minutes of fame, as she hadn’t qualified for Athens. Peering carefully into the mirror, she could see the tiniest wrinkles at the corner of her eyes. Miss Clairol made sure any hint of gray in her short blond hair would not see the light of day. Vanity satisfied for now, she sprinted down the corridor. She needn’t have hurried. The class was empty. Again. She sighed and waited the required 15 minutes, in case there was a late arrival. After sitting in silence for the prescribed period, she decided to do a workout on her own. A fitness instructor needs to stay in shape; and three days without a class was too long. It was a nice day, so she decided to do some stair climbing. Not the machine. Real stairs. It was harder, and more fun. Putting on her MP3 player, she started her circuit. Getting into the rhythm, she moved faster and faster through the countless gangways and corridors of the lower decks. Nearly done, she turned to wave at one of the SCrews, as she slowed to descend the stairs to deck two. The phones from the player got tangled in her hair and distracted her gaze from the staircase for a second. Just a second. An eternity. It meant she didn’t see the small pat of butter that a careless steward had dropped on the second stair. Her left foot found it, though. There was a brief instant of panic, as both feet shot out in front of her. Then, a searing pain and sickening crunch; as she flat-backed onto the metal risers. A wave of darkness followed; a blessing as she bumped her way to the deck below.
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  23. Chapter 11 Wendy’s mom had been true to her promise of feeding her up. One unwanted side effect from the visit, was the eleven extra pounds she brought back aboard ship. Now at 152 and 44-33-47, she was officially the fattest officer on board. Her size 12 uniforms fit like a sausage casing now and she’d need to upgrade to an EE bra. Wendy hoped she was so fat to begin with that no one would notice. Wrong. Behind her back, some were already calling her the Sinkable Molly Brown. But the trend continued. Every day she got bigger and bigger. One night, she had had enough. She had overindulged a little and decided to walk the promenade. It was dark and no one would recognize her, she hoped. The process was harder than she had hoped for. Of course she was carrying a lot more weight, but it was how it was distributed that made it worse. By now her belly and boobs were so big, that they wiggled both sideways and up and down. Her thighs were so fat, she had to walk with a unnaturally wide stance. Even then, they still either rubbed or flopped together every so often. The result was, everything moved in counter rhythm, slowing her down and upsetting her normal gait. It only took a single trip around the deck before she plopped into a deck chair, exhausted and hurting. The former athlete was shocked at how out of shape she’d gotten. She’d try for two laps tomorrow and a quick whirlpool would soothe her aching back. The spa area was officially closed for the night, but as a supervisor she had a key. Wendy weighed herself first and was not surprised when the scale flipped to 169 pounds. The extra weight really was evident, as she’d had to upgrade another size in uniforms. Again. Now, she would need size 16. At this rate, the company would be going broke replacing her wardrobe like this. The F-cup bra she had on would not fit either, trying to contain her 47-37-50 figure. Looking at her breasts, she noticed that they were starting to sag under their own weight and she was getting stretch marks here and on her belly. She’s look like Carrie soon, but with no kids to blame for her trouble. She really needed to get into an exercise routine again, but a little at a time. For now, the whirlpool was so inviting. She disrobed and climbed in. Meanwhile the captain strode down the corridor, peeved. Unknown to Wendy, he had received reports of couples breaking into the hot tub area for midnight sexual escapades. He had had security install motion detectors and was on his way to catch the culprits himself. Muttering he said if it’s passengers they will be fined. If it’s employees, they are finished. Therefore he was surprised to find the door locked, with no evidence of tampering. He unlocked it quietly and crept in, hoping to catch the culprits in the act. He turned the corner and bellowed “All right I caught you…” and the words died off. Wendy had just stepped out and was walking to her towel. She froze, giving the captain an eyeful of her in all her glory. Finally he stammered “Ms. Morgan. Um-um sorry. I thought you were an intruder.” She recovered her senses and jiggled over to the towel. Holding it in front of her she just screamed “Get out! Get out!” He did exactly that, mumbling something unintelligible as the embarrassed young woman regained her composure and dressed to leave. Next day was awkward. The two avoided contact with each other until dinner, where it was inevitable. Through the meal, they averted their eyes every time they met. Finally, the ordeal was over; so Wendy rushed to leave. The Captain grabbed her arm and said “Ms. Morgan we need to talk about last night’s…occurrence.” Wendy blushed a bit and began to blurt out. “Sorry sir…” He held up his hand and said “Not here. My office…fifteen minutes.” She met him as scheduled and sitting down he handed her an official document. “Read this and sign it, please.” Expecting a formal reprimand she instead saw it was a safety notice. The captain started by asking “Ms. Morgan, I am pretty sure Ed banned you from using the workout room.” Wendy stepped carefully. “Actually sir, he banned me from using the workout equipment and from fitness classes. I was just using the whirlpool. I still get a lot of pain these days.” She crossed her fingers hoping he wouldn’t know about the promenade walk. The Captain nodded. “You got me on a technicality I guess. I’d forgotten you have a key to the gym too; but don’t abuse your privilege. If you want to go in there after hours, please notify security. Also, no one is allowed in the hot tub alone-safety issues. I forgot to give you this memo-sorry. Please read and sign it.” Now blushing Wendy looked down and offered. “It won’t happen again. Sorry for the trouble and sorry for the shock of seeing all this. You must have had nightmares last night.” As he stuck the newly signed document in her file, he chuckled, “Well I didn’t sleep much last night, but it wasn’t a nightmare. I just couldn’t get the image of you from my head.” She snorted briefly and then looking at his hurt expression, realized he was serious. “Wait a moment. Let’s forget for a moment that you’re my boss and this is completely inappropriate. Are...you saying you’re attracted to me. Like this?”
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  24. Chapter 8 Clearing his throat, he motioned with his eyes and the stewards all left. Rising to lock the door, he returned, pulled a file he had from the briefcase on the floor behind him and sat. He began “Ms. Morgan, I thought you already knew why you were here. My apologies. We need to discuss your future.” The request for privacy and the serious tone in his voice alarmed Wendy. Trying to make light of the situation she quipped “Sounds serious. Call me Wendy, please.” He smiled. “Alright...Wendy, I have the final report from the Doctor here. Once you sift through the legalese and medical mumbo-jumbo it boils down to this: The recovery process from your injuries is pretty well over. By that I mean it’s likely you have healed as much as you ever will. For the most part you will lead a happy, full and productive life….” She interrupted “I sense a big but coming here.” Then she winced at her choice of words as she instinctively placed her hand on her own posterior. She compounded it by asking “So-what’s the bottom line?” He continued “Bottom line is you have two weakened vertebrae, with some loss of flexibility and mobility. The damage is most likely permanent, so it won’t get better. But you can make it worse. If you don’t want to re-injure yourself there is no way you can even take aerobics classes now. Teaching them would be completely out of the question.” He waited for that to sink in. “But...that’s my job here. If I can’t do that....” Then, she looked down grimly, adding “So this is the reason for the fancy dinner-the big kiss-off? Go ahead-get it over with.” “Whoa. Relax.” The Captain shook his head “Let me finish. You aren’t being fired. No way we would have let you loaf around here for this long just to do that. You are well liked and from what I can deduce a very capable and qualified young woman. Who else writes a report, while they are in a wheelchair? I have read your report and you have a lot of very good points here. So good in fact I am able to offer you a promotion.” Intrigued she asked. “Promotion. To what?” “As you know, Ed Jeffries has been our Cruise Director for over 20 years. Now he’s ready to retire. You two know each other, and he thinks you have all the requirements we need to take over from him. He can break you in on this run. After that, you are on your own. It would mean a substantial raise. Interested?” “Uh...sure” she said. “It’s just a surprise.” “A pleasant one I hope? You would now be part of the ship’s crew. As such, you’ll need to wear uniform from now on. Don’t worry, it’s supplied.” He handed her a brochure, which explained what they were expected to wear, under given circumstances. He also wrote out some figures. “This will be your new pay level, starting today.” “ Whew” she whistled. “Don’t worry you will earn it. So-do we have a deal?” She smiled. “Are you kidding? Do we ever!” “I’d like you to start immediately. Now, before I let you go to get fitted, there is something else. This is off the record and I am not speaking as your Captain; just one crew member to another. The offer I made to you is based on your initiative, and talent; not as a way to mitigate any legal issues that may arise from your accident. In fact head office knows nothing about this yet.” “But the company is very concerned about their liability in this matter. Eventually, they will have to make a settlement, but they will do everything in their power to mitigate the circumstances. You need to make sure that you do the same. Be careful what you do and say and don’t sign anything yet. Most importantly do not re-injure yourself on your own time. That means taking it easy and keeping all your Doctor appointments. Understand? By the way, this conversation never took place” She nodded, wondering how she would get her figure back now. He upped the ante, asking “I have a favor to ask you… It’s not really part of your new job, but I need your help.” Wendy nooded “Sure. I’ll do what I can. What is it?” He explained. “Part of my job is to mingle with the passengers and make small talk at the captain’s table. The passengers consider it an honor, but I’m not really very good at it.” Wendy nodded. “Well you are right on that one.” He frowned. “What’s that supposed to mean? You hardly know me.” Wendy corrected. “Actually sir, I don’t know you at all. I’ve worked on this ship for years and this is the first time we’ve met. I don’t even know your name.” She expected him to be angry at the outburst. Instead, a chuckle. “Sorry about that. We all had name tags in the Navy. I forget sometimes I’m back in the real world.” He offered his hand “Greg Hanson-pleased to meet you.” She shook his hand and smiled. “See...Greg....that’s how it’s done. Just takes practice.” “But see what I meant? You are well liked and work well with people. I would consider it a great favor, if you would sit in at these dinners, and act as a buffer for me. I’ll promise to follow your lead. Please?” Wendy gulped, as she realized what this meant. A formal dinner every night would make it much more difficult to stick to her diet. She agreed, but rubbed her stomach, wondering what was to come. The Captain rose as a hint that the meeting was over. “Welcome to the team.”
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  25. Chapter 4 Supper was much the same. Wendy found out that Margery was not a casual guest. She actually lived on the boat, because it was cheaper and more fun than a retirement home. They enjoyed each other’s company, spending most of their free time together from then on. Despite the age difference, the two were inseparable. With little else to do, they spent most of the time in the dining lounge or sitting in the sun, lapping up drinks. Wendy was not used to this life, so began to pamper herself. Each day, the meals got just a little richer and she was not keeping track of what she was putting in to herself. Looking in the mirror, she noticed that the wan look had all but disappeared and the parts she could see were filling out a bit. Doctor Rashanti looked her over on occasion, saying she was making progress but to keep up the regime. The doctor advised. “You had a lot of bone damage. Make sure you get enough calcium. Are you drinking milk?” Wendy snorted. “Milk’s for kids. I don’t like the taste of milk on its own.” The doctor took her chin. “Well tough. You seemed to like the shakes I gave you. I’m going to tell the steward to make sure he gets one into you every meal.” “Hmmm” Wendy frowned. “Lot of calories in those. Suppose I don’t drink them? They gonna fire me?” “Nope. They’ll fire him. Want that on your conscience?” Wendy knew they really wouldn’t, but Rashanti pulled a secret weapon out. “You said you could never repay me for saving your life. It’s time to collect. Please do as I ask. Eat what they give you. Enjoy your time with your new friend, but make sure you get your rest.” Wendy nodded, but the doctor figured that she would need an accomplice to make an impact. And she knew just who to call. That evening Margery heard a knock on the door. “Who is it?” she asked. “It’s Doctor Rashanti. I need to talk to you. It’s important. Please.” Margery paused. “I don’t need anything right now, but thank you.” The doctor persisted. “It’s not your health that concerns me. Sorry I didn’t mean that to come that way. it’s about Wendy.” The older lady was now concerned. “Oh. Is she sick?” Perhaps her young friend had been less than candid at her condition. Rashanti sighed. “This is not the sort of conversation I can have in the gangway. May I enter?” “Um. Door’s locked and I’m in bed. May take a few minutes.” “I have a passkey. Is it okay.” “Please. Come in.” The doctor started the conversation. “Doctors need to think of the patient’s well being before their own. Patient confidentiality so important, I could lose my licence for what I’m about to tell you, but I’m out of ideas. It’s about Wendy.” Margery nodded. “I see. Well go on. Anything you share will be our secret.” “Well you see she was our aerobics instructor and she’s had a bad accident. She’s not accepted how bad yet.” Margery blanched. “She told me the wheelchair was temporary.” Rashanti nodded. “It is. Or at least that is the plan. I’m worried that once she is mobile, she’ll be back to her old routine. It could cripple her for life. Even kill her.” Margery gasped. “Oh, dear. You need to tell her.” The good doctor nodded. “I’ve tried, but she won’t listen to me.” Margery nodded. “I get it. You want me to talk to her?” “No. Please. That would ruin everything. She probably won’t listen to you either. I have a better idea. Suppose we make it so she can’t teach classes.” Margery nodded. “Alright, but where do I fit in to this?” Rashanti patted her hand. “I’m glad you asked. Here’s the plan....” The pair had a conversation and as a result Rashanti had her helper and Wendy would not know what hit her.
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  26. Chapter 3 The doctor looked her over and said “Well, at least your color is returning.” Then feeling her arms and legs she commented. “You are so thin though. It takes a lot of energy to recuperate from this, you know. If you want to get better, you need to start eating a lot better. Now that you can go to the dining room, I expect you to take that into account.” Her physical assessment complete, Doctor Rashanti helped her patient into a nice house dress. The baggy garment slipped over her easily, thus disguising somewhat the bracing apparatus. Wendy hated it, already dubbing it the Iron Maiden. “Okay we’re ready.” Next thing she knew they were wheeling into the first class dining room for breakfast. Wendy felt a bit self-conscious in her wheelchair. Then she noticed she was not unique in her situation. An elderly woman was sitting in the corner eating her lunch in quiet solitude. Like her, Wendy was unable to work the buffet on her own. Only options were to cruise the tables with a helper who loaded her plate or get table service from a steward. Wendy chose the former while the other woman took the latter option. Sick of eating in bed, Wendy prolonged her stay and ate quite a bit more than she should have. Of course the doctor was pleased and praised her for her efforts, adding that perhaps she could try a little more next time. Then the good doctor wheeled her out to the elevator and back to her room. There she remained until lunch, when one of the stewards arrived to take her up again. This time she was resigned to sitting alone, when she noticed the older woman sitting there quietly waiting for service. “Take me over there” she requested. When they got close enough, Wendy broke the ice. “I don’t like to eat by myself. Feel like some company? Besides, it will make his job easier. He can wait on us both.” Her tentative companion smiled broadly and her eyes sparkled. “Yes dear, I would like that very much.” Once the steward took their orders and left, they started to get to know one another. Wendy deferred to the older woman, Marjory Tisdale, who told her story. She was 77 years old, a retired schoolteacher from Vermont.Widow, three grown children, six grandchildren etc. She had broken her hip two years ago and it was healing slowly. She could stand and walked with difficulty, so the chair was easier. She sighed and said. “Think it’s permanent too. How ‘bout you dear. Do you work?” “Yes, I work here on the boat actually.” She patted the arm of her wheelchair. “Until this.” “Oh? I’ve not seen you before?” “Good reason. Only people usually allowed on this deck are 1st class and SCrews on duty.” The older women shook her head. “What are screws?” “Oh sorry. It’s short for Ship’s Crew. Picture a cruise ship as a floating hotel. I work for the hotel portion-as a contractor. I was hired by the cruise line and can work on any vessel they send me to, short term. The people that run the ship and senior management are Ship’s Crew-the Captain has to approve any new members, because they usually stay on one ship for years at a time. They’re the ones in the white uniforms. By the way, don’t let them hear you call them by that term. It’s not complimentary and they don’t like it.” Margery nodded. “Then perhaps you won’t use it anymore? At least while I’m around?” “That’s me told, I guess.”Wendy related her side, then finished by saying “I’m getting better, so this is just temporary.” During their visit Wendy lost track of time. Until it was over she didn’t realize that they had been talking and eating for two hours. Marjory suggested they go out to the main deck for some air. Wendy blanched. “Alone?” “Don’t worry dear, I know how to get around in this. I’ll teach you.” They were irked that it took three attempts to get an elevator ride to fit them in. Then they spent an enjoyable afternoon until Wendy got tired. “Think I will lie down for a bit.” Marjory asked. “You are such a delight. Meet me for dinner? I don’t like to eat alone, either.” “You’re on.” A wonderful friendship had begun.
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  28. that is one sexy little belly, lets go for 135 !
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  29. delicious curves !! take care of that belly pleassee
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  30. Girl1990

    new girl here

    hi in the last summer i gained 8 pound and when i was looking in the mirror i was really good i think so i thought it will be so good if i add another 8 pound and maybe more
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  31. Girl1990

    new girl here

    back with one pic
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  32. I want to real growling from her belly. That would be really hot
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  33. Jori

    my fiancee

    one more pic
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  34. chris10

    my girlfriend

    trying to sucking her belly
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  35. @Cottonsox Thank you!! i know i sound weird but its getting better <3 @StuffedbellyloverChris <3!!! I am happy you like my littels burping hahaha,in my next stuffing i promise i wear skinny jeans ah! I smoke but not to much,hookah its okey for a video @ChuckWilson My lovely chuck! I read always your comments,thanks for u support <3 <3 <3 Tonigh i measure my body @yuiop Yes! Wednesday i see one pants of this model in h&m...but i don't like to much,i prefer skinny jeans! @Gabbo @viorus @regbill Thank you <3!!!!! @dania201 @berserker1 Hola!!! No sabeis que gusto,poder contestaros en español jajajaj ya que...si que es cierto que lo voy mejorando poco a poco...pero a veces me gustaría responder a todo y se me hace un mundo.Me hace muy feliz que os guste lo que hago,yo lo soy haciendolo. Gracias por vuestro amor,con vuestros comentarios haceis que me sienta mas segura aun de mi misma y les quito importancia a los odia gordas de ahi fuera,<3 Sois muy muy muy bonitos para mi
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  36. turki

    my lovely wife

    back again with photos her ass is really getting big
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  37. Workout clothes with no real intention of working out. Although I did have the best workout of my life on Sunday if you know what I mean ha! Suggestions welcome for my 200pound post?!
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  38. Interested to know what countries you are all from?! I am 24. I'm from the UK and for everyone interested in my current weight...
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  39. Guest

    I think my friend wants to get fat? oO

    Same shorts as in the photos from April, no? Both her thighs and arms both look plumper and softer than they did a month back. You can tell just from these photos that she'd be quite jiggly!
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  40. mistess bianca is incredibly gorgeous, you ought to check out her store! can you believe she was ever this skinny?
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  41. Talon Drone

    Foxy Roxxie

    I'm bananas for Amanda!
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  42. Roxxie

    Foxy Roxxie

    armfat. i love these side shots that show just how fat i am.
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  44. Roxxie

    Foxy Roxxie

    new stuffs
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  45. Some screen shots. Context: she leaned over on a back of a chair and split the back of her blouse. She sighed, went to the mirror and started undressing. This is of course the fat double and not a fat suit.
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  46. KFD

    Foxy Roxxie

    ...And her metabolism could slow down in the next few years!!! Sweet Mother of Pearl, put a baby or three in her STAT! KFD
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