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My belly is full

Another gem from her instagram.

Happy Valentine's day everyone! xoxo

Good morning! Here's a few of me in my new size 18 jeans. I've never been a size 18! 💋😄👖

I had not realized quite how large her breasts had gotten until these vids. Notice that even Snapchat thinks she is getting much bigger since it thinks her stomach is a second face with its folds.

To get back on track, Happy Valentine's Day ...

Can't complain about this bubble butt! Hahaa🦄

Boobie belly time

Happy Valentines! Made a short video with @BlackMermaid just for fun! Tell us what you think 🙈🌹

I start this new topic with the beautiful photoshoot for Sports Illustrated 2018

First post here, Something awesome is going down in my life and I have no choice but to talk about it here or not at all. I'm a senior in college. I met this girl let's say Emma, my freshman year and we've been friends for four years. She's like 5'2, blond, d cups at least, no ass to speak off, and relatively cute. She always been a party girl but used to run track so she stayed in shape. When we first met we had all of our classes together and I got a crush on her. She stopped doing track and started hitting the books while working whenever she had free time. Despite this she banged tons of dude my freshman year, one of them not being me lol. My freshman year was also the year when my feederism fetish blossomed. I knew this chick was going to get fat, she was just the stereotypical type to gain. We'd get to eat together and she'd burp all the time, another fetish of mine. Anyways... life goes one and here were are 3 years later. We don't talk as often because of how busy we both are. She also has a boyfriend. Several times when we have hung out it's been with massive amount of alcohol, which includes lots of burps. My best friend comments on her for being fat all of the time. She's actually complained about getting fat to me several times. However I never really noticed anything. I know some people think a 5 lbs gain is cute but that doesn't really do it for me. Most of the time she's wearing jackets, scarfs, or loose fitting clothing so I never really saw anything except maybe some face gain. Then today happened.... We had class together and she took off her coat because it was pretty hot. Honestly I would of thought she was pregnant if I hadn't known better, although she might be (I have a theory that she has a pregnancy fetish but that's a story for another time). She's easily but on 20-25lbs and has a sexy pot belly and was wearing a tight black long sleeve. Like damn. I will never take a picture but this was a sight to behold. Most of the class she complained about being really hungry and I knew she was most likely heading right to the café after class. A very hilarious and sexy moment at the same time.

Jebus fecking Chris Rock. I was having a laugh and you respond with some next level crazy. Dude, if even 1% of that is true, seek help, I genuinely fear for you. I mean there's stalker level crazy, then theres living in your floorspace crazy, this is I'm in your bed crazy

People on this fucking forum man i swear ....

Sports Illustrated 2018

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Well then.

198 lbs. One hundred and ninety-eight pounds, and Mickey could feel every bit of them. On that late June morning, the large Latina was as giddy as a kid on Christmas day. She was just on the verge of the big 2-0-0, her first major milestone in her gaining prep. Somehow, in the span of two and a half months, she had managed to pack on almost seventy-five pounds of thick fat on her modest frame. The gain had come so fast, she felt like a balloon; some days, she could almost see where each new pound had settled. At that moment, it did not matter where her fat was distributed; she was rotund all over. First, there was her face, which was growing softer in the cheeks and slowly developing a second chin. Then there were her arms, which had enough blubber to hide the considerable muscles she was building. Breasts that were once petite handfuls were now big enough that they filled Ray’s whole hand, which he reminded her of in bed. They still rested nicely atop her belly, which had grown to the point that it was encroaching on her lap. That lap had fattened up into a good cushion, thanks to her thighs that touched all the way to her knee. Last was her rump, which was starting to look something like a shelf; Ray joked that they could start using it as a small spice rack by the next month. The tease made her chuckle, but also gave her more than one warm feeling inside. “Where’s my big girl?” asked her lover from down the hall. Mickey giggled and strut out to their bedroom, clad in a pair of stretchy shorts and training bra, one of the few things that could keep up with her ever-expanding body. Thanks to her diligent exercise routine, she hardly jiggled whenever she walked; her bulk was packed in tight so that she looked less roly-poly and more bulbous. When she reached the bedroom, she propped herself up against the wall so that her gut and breasts were thrust out prominently, something she knew would excite Ray immensely. Sure enough, when he walked in with a big box in his hands, the stout man’s eyes widened, and his jaw dropped. Even though he got to wake up next to her every morning, it was still amazing to see how the former cruiserweight had blossomed into such a voluptuous vixen. And this was just the tail end of June; by the time they reached next April, his princess was going to be enormous. “Got something for me, Ray-Ray?” the punk asked with a light song in her voice. The manager was snapped back to his senses and he grinned at his wide wrestler. He nodded and said, “Yes, actually. I’ve got a special treat for breakfast; take a look.” When he opened the box, Mickey let out a piggish squeal of delight. Inside were not one, but two dozen glazed donuts, and not just any donuts. They were Britt’s Donuts, the best donuts in the state; she had been asking for them for a while when she got a sudden craving for them. Now they were right in front of her: warm, fluffy, rich rings of fried perfection. “You remembered!” she exclaimed as she received the box with barely contained delight. “I got there as soon as they opened up this morning,” Ray replied with a nod. “Shall we take this to the dining room?” The Violent Princess glanced back to their comfy bed and turned back with a smile on her face. “Actually, I think I’d like to take my breakfast in bed today.” “Then lead the way,” the manager said with a grin. He pinched at Mickey’s plush hips, which elicited a squeak of glee as she spun about and sashayed back to the bed. It was amazing to see how her backside rolled with every movement like two soccer balls bouncing up and down. Ray was tempted to reach out and grab a handful, but he refrained, knowing that he would get more than a sampling today. Mickey sat down on the bed and rolled herself into a lounging position, like a pampered house cat. Ray was about to slide in beside her but he was stopped when she held up her hand. She told him, “Why don’t you take that shirt off? Wouldn’t want to get glaze all over it.” Her boyfriend laughed at that, yet still shucked off the t-shirt he was wearing. Underneath, it became clear that his girlfriend was not the only one going through some serious changes. Ray had always been a portly man, but in the last few months, he had started to slim down and tone up. While he was no bodybuilder, his middle was not nearly as doughy as it once was and his chest was tightening up into pecs. He still had a ways to go, but he was a far cry from his flabby physique that once earned him the nickname ‘Rotundo’. “Like what you see, baby?” he asked as he flexed, a slight hint of his bicep showing. “You know I do,” Mickey answered with a lick of her greedy lips. “Now, put those pythons to bed and bring me my donuts.” “As you wish.” The manager crawled into bed and took his spot beside his lover, her plump body resting against him. He pulled a glazed ring from the box and lowered it down to her mouth. Mickey reached out and took a big, slow bite; a moan of delight filled her cheeks. She looked to Ray with half-closed eyes and opened her mouth for another bite in no time at all. “I cannot believe you’ve managed to do this, but you did, Mick; you’ve gotten so fat in just a couple months,” the stout man remarked in a dusky, smoky voice. “When you signed up for this, you were a slip of a thing, and now, you look like we stuck a hose in your mouth and started pumping air in. Kind of makes me wonder if you’ll pop before this is all over.” The punk woman felt shivers up and down her back, and she tore through her next donut like it was nothing. Ray continued, “There’s almost two hundred pounds of you on this bed. Could you ever have imagined getting this big? Maybe you always did, and you were looking for an excuse to fatten up all this time.” Mickey blushed a fine pink and lazily stroked at her bare belly as he teased her along. “Mmm…so good at this.” “Glad you think so,” her boyfriend chuckled. “I’m just trying to keep up with my spoiled princess; she’s got quite the appetite on her. If I had known she loved getting so fat, I would pitched this angle a long time ago, just so I could get the chance to do this all day long. And now, we’ve got a full year of this: one year to make you as fat as we can; one year of all the stuffing, feeding, and loving we could want.” The thought made the wrestler’s head swim, which allowed her to focus on the fried goodness being fed into her mouth. She was so big already, and they were not even a fourth of the way through the year; she could not even imagine what the rest of the year would hold for her. All she hoped was that it was full of moments like this, of being pampered, fed sweetly, and treated like a queen. And good food. Lots of good food. *** By the time she had finished all the donuts, Mickey was feeling stuffed and somewhat bloated. Damn Ray and his way with words, getting her all worked up and eating as fast as she could; what should have taken her almost an hour, she had managed to finish in just under half an hour. All she could do was lay on her back, hands rubbing her gut to relieve some of the pressure and swollen feeling. These beached feelings were becoming less and less frequent as her appetite and capacity increased; that was why it always came as a surprise when she found herself unable to move easily. “Here you go, Mickey,” Ray said softly as he left a glass of water with two dissolving tablets by her bedside. “Take that and you should be feeling better in a little bit.” She groaned, took the water, and downed it in just a few gulps. A hand wiped her lips and she glanced over to her boyfriend, clad in sweatpants and muscle shirt that was fitting better every single day. “Where are you going?” “The gym. I’ve got time to kill before your lunch is ready, so I thought I’d get a work-out in.” “Hang on, let me come with,” Mickey grunted as she tried rocking to her side. Ray placed a hand on her shoulder and gently pushed her back down, however. “Not today, princesa,” he told her with a shaking head. “You need to rest that tummy of yours. Just think of this as a cheat day.” The notion brought a smirk to her lips as she reminded her boyfriend, “Every day is a cheat day.” “True enough,” the manager chuckled. “We can go tomorrow, unless I decide to get more donuts.” “Meany,” Mickey muttered as she stuck out her tongue. Raymundo laughed again and gave his girlfriend a peck on the forehead. “I’ll be back in an hour or two. Just take it nice and easy, and then we can celebrate the rest of the day, okay?” “Okay, Ray-Ray.” As he left, the bloated brawler slipped into a blissful food coma, her hands resting peacefully on her gut. When she woke, her stomach had settled a good amount, which meant it was time to eat some more; it was her new biological clock. Mickey walked into the kitchen and set about making herself one of those weight gain shakes she had come to enjoy. When she first started drinking them, one was enough to floor her, but she had steadily worked her way up to two in one sitting; pretty soon, she would be able to drink them all day long. Once she had a tall, delectable glass ready, she sauntered over to the couch to catch up on her shows, only for the doorbell to ring. An exasperated sigh escaped her lips as she set her drink down on the side table. It was probably Mr. Heckles from downstairs, claiming she was making too much noise, or Crazy Sigourney looking for someone to have some extra soup she always seemed to be brewing. “I’m coming!” she pleasantly called out, though she found herself wishing whichever one of her pesky neighbors it was would leave her in peace. When she threw open her apartment door, however, she found it was two people she never would have expected. There in her doorway were KC Sky and Shinobu Misawa, as fit as they ever were. The lanky cruiserweight was clad in a pair of white jean shorts, matching cowboy boots, and a flowy top, all of which exposed her tight, dark body. The Japanese champion, meanwhile, wore a long, navy skirt and matching shirt, black penny loafers, and a sarashi wrapped around her modest chest. Both women shared the same shocked expression: jaws dropped, eyes wide, and a pink tint to their cheeks. A pregnant silence filled the air, with no one mustering up the courage to speak, until finally, Shinobu broke the quiet. She looked Mickey up and down and muttered, “Kanojo wa futtota-desu.” The Violent Princess managed to collect herself and wished she had put on more clothes before answering the door. She glanced between the two and asked, “What are you doing here?” “We’ve got a show in town and wanted to come see you,” KC explained, the words coming out slowly as her brain processed what she was seeing. “I wanted to help pick Shinobu up, show her you were doing all right. I guess I should have warned you.” Mickey groaned as she pinched the bridge of her nose and took a deep breath. They had managed to keep things a secret for so long, and now the cat was finally out of the bag. There was no way she could cover this up or make some kind of excuse; she was standing in front of two coworkers with her fat body almost completely exposed. “Okay, come on in,” the wrestler sighed. “We’ve got a lot to talk about.” Her guests moseyed on in, with Shinobu still mumbling, “Kanojo wa futtota-desu.” “So,” KC started as she looked around, “is Ray around?” “He’s out at the gym, and then picking up some lunch,” Mickey explained. She led the way through the apartment, knowing full well that her friends were staring at her accumulated bulk with appraising eyes. A quick glance over her shoulder affirmed that, as KC and Shinobu swiftly turned their heads away. Her coworkers situated themselves in the living room, and after getting some refreshments together and a shirt on, Mickey joined them. She sat across from them in a lavender t-shirt that did little to hide her curves; in fact, it was getting rather tight in some places. The punk fidgeted in the seat, her hand finding its way to her shirt and pulling it down to try and cover the sliver of belly that popped out. Mickey sipped from her shake before kicking things off. “So, I suppose I owe you both an explanation.” This was met with quick, eager nods, so the third-generation Ramone shared everything: her family’s history, the plan, and what she was doing to prepare. She tried to gauge them for a reaction, but so far, the two were politely attentive; it was some small comfort that they did not seem angry or upset. “That’s about the size of it,” Mickey finished, sitting back in her chair and wetting her lips with some more milkshake. “What do you think?” It took a moment for the two to process it all, but when they did, Shinobu was the first to reply. Her cheeks had grown increasingly pink throughout the explanation, but now, a warm grin joined them and a light laugh escaped her lips. She put a hand to her mouth to try and stifle her giggling as she answered, “I think I am a…what does Sadie say? A simple mark; I bought it, ah, hook, line, and sinker.” KC, while not as mirthful, still had a smile on her lips. “That’s got to be one of the craziest ideas I’ve ever heard. I love it.” The pudgy punk let out a relieved sigh and took a hearty gulp from her shake. Out of all the reactions she could have gotten, this was probably the best one; she had feared that Shinobu, who had been so broken up, would have gotten furious having been played so well. Now that she had cleared the air, she felt a great weight off her shoulder, leaving just the increasing heft of her chest behind. “You have no idea how glad I am to hear you two say that,” Mickey told her friends. “I wanted to tell you both so many times, especially you, Shinobu; I damn near spilled the beans when you gave that speech at Retribution.” The Osakan waved off the concern with a sweet smile. “Please. Now that I know why you hid, I am sorry I spoiled the surprise; I wish I had waited a little longer, even.” “I can only imagine what everyone’s going to be thinking when they see the new you,” KC chuckled. “It’ll be even better when you get in the ring and kick all kinds of ass.” “Damn straight,” the Violent Princess boasted with puffed up chest. She glanced at the clock on the wall and asked, “Would you girls like to stay for lunch? Ray and I are going to have quite the spread.” “We don’t want to impose, Mick,” the acrobatic woman replied, and Shinobu nodded in agreement. Mickey gave a playful pout. “Aw, come on. Today’s a special day; I’ll be cresting two hundred pounds.” That made her guests raise their eyebrows and exchange quick glances. The Japanese champion decided, “I would love to see that happen, if you would have me.” “Well, not like I can leave without her,” KC joked. “Count me in.” “All right then, I’ll let Ray know we’re having company,” the hefty host said as she left to grab her phone. “You’re going to love his cooking; I know I do.” As their fatty friend left the room, KC and Shinobu wondered just what the rest of the day held for them. They did not, or could not say, but they were fascinated by how much Mickey had grown and how much she had left to go. It made the idea of lunch and even dinner, if the Ramones were generous enough, oddly appealing, and they found themselves waiting with bated breath for Ray to get back.

mike when you go on an obsessive murder rampage don't forget to give a shout to the fine community here at curvage somewhere in a note 👍👍

Fun Fact: i LOVE fries. Here's the damage of 3 after a McDonald's run.

The last few video uploads haven’t been in Curvage Rules! Tomorrow there will be a really fun roleplay vid coming out the picture was to try and grab attention.

WOW! Blowing up so so quickly

A lil treat

Sports Illustrated 2018

there's also this and she's eating again can somebody translate? wishful thinking but looks like her armfat gets pinched there in the end lol my french is so shit its rather embarrassing

Well that got a reaction. Wow. What's wrong with liking one person more than others?

I'm sorry, so sorry to quote all of yours.... but this page gonna kill me. XDDDDD

@Taytay Happy Fat Tuesday, Taytay! You look so big in these latest pics I don't know if I can even morph you Some may see these and ask, "What have you been eating?" But based on these pics I think it would be easier to list what you haven't eaten

Nice belly rolls in Good Morning america Video

And perfect boobs ??

She was very Thin. She gained 10kg last Year and she likes it!

dude.

I can't tell if you are joking on a next level or you're just the biggest shill I've ever seen...

U OK hun?

Jesus Christ...

Umm... no. I follow only Lucy because she is the only person worth following. There are plenty of other women far bigger and far more physically beautiful than she will ever be, but in terms of personality Lucy is simply the best. She is as close to perfection as any human could ever come, and following anyone else would be a waste of time.

Well i should be used to standards changing from person to person. Im not the one missing out, everyone else is. Oh well though, here you guys go we will see if it sticks

5'7"? Not sure where you get your facts but she's 5'2". As far as her depression, she's been dealing with that for years, long before gaining (she used to cut) so I'm not sure what someone is implying about making stuff up. And to the person that "feels sad" for her, why?? She loves gaining. Though she has a lot of insecurities she's said more than once that she wouldn't have not gained, in fact she said that if she was skinny all over again she would gain again, just do it a little slower to enjoy it more. Not sure if some of you read her blog or talk to her, be she's covered all of this.

I haven't written anything in a while . It's time to fix it. Honestly-I was waiting for another video really soon,but it appeared just yesterday.And not one.. Every video from Carmen is a true masterpiece, but it's just a furore .She dressed in a bikini,enjoying the Jacuzzi.But this does not prevent her to show her excessive sexuality.And how seductive stroking her own belly...No words except admiration. And in one of the photos Carmen tries to smoke.Very funny.I would advise you to quit as soon as possible.Studies show that throwing the habit,the person is often a stress eater.And this will allow you to add a few centimeters in girth.You know where I'm going ? If that is a joke. Now can I ask you a few questions? Have you tried to make a movie?I want to see you on the big screen. I've been wondering how you look for a long time.In the sense-that on your skin very smooth and there is no cellulite.How do you keep your body in such a stunning condition as baby skin? And the last thing-I sent you a list of my ideas-what do you think?If that-I have still there is. I want to say that I am happy to publish this material-for me it is a pure pleasure.You-represent the idea of human perfection in the Renaissance,the embodiment of the dreams of the great Rubens(I love his paintings).You are the goddess,evolved from Venus or Aphrodite is a female ideal and the embodiment of male desires. Develop and upload more videos with photos.

On the last pic, yazminthefox says: Two plus size models. Two very different bodies. I agree with the plus size, but not so sure the bodies are that different. Vixen does seem to be a big fan of yazminthefox in posts. Body goals....?

I don't know why deleted my last message ,but I decided to put new.Hopefully it won't be removed. I just want to convey the idea that Carmen is a fantastic woman and every extra kilo on her body makes her more attractive.That's why I post a photo. I don't want to offend anyone.