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Well i saw posted on another site that i didnt get the genes for CURVES does the first pic prove that wrong or what!?!

Looks like she has been eating well, recently.

Random pic, just had some pizza 🍕 and a cheesecake wrap.

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Small update

Hi all! Currently sitting at almost 59kg! My first two bottles of apetamin worked a treat but my second two took time getting here from the US so I didn't gain as much the week I had without it. Photos to come as soon as I hit the 60kg and again at my goal of 62kg! I find it so interesting the change in comments from people in my life. When I was 40kg people said they envied my frame and I'm so lucky to have such a fast metabolism. Now, I get some saying I look so much healthier and happier and others who can't believe I want to gain more. I truly appreciate this community who are so supportive <3

Hotel food is so fattening, just back from an all you can eat breakfast... Think I might gain a few pounds over this weekend alone 😉

Why yes, i am sexy!

Good Afteroon My Curvage Family....I need someone to come rub my belly...pretty please?

Just a few 📸

The best shape is out of it. 💜 https://www.curvage.org/forum/uploads/monthly_2018_04/5aca9ec0ed7c6_feabiepic3.thumb.jpg.c230bf2cc4b1319dd4331ad12df2af4b.jpghttps://www.curvage.org/forum/uploads/monthly_2018_04/5aca9ec6e7010_feabiepic4.thumb.jpg.0626070ba589114ec55879bcedfa69f9.jpg

http://bro-mage.tumblr.com/post/172491015682/april-rules-this-is-probably-all-youll-be

yo, what the fuck?

TE AMO

I think I might be getting chunkier?

Well-it is time for a little bit to revive this group a new portion of unforgettable pictures.Looking at them makes me want to sit down to the drawing-maybe soon will do so…

The first picture was taken many years ago but I didn't fluctuate in weight all that much hovering around 40kg. I did gain 5kg once I started crossfit but this was muscle. I wish I had photos from that time to compare! The second one is from December 2017, and the final one is me today at 55kg. I am 4'11. Today is the first day of my Apetamin journey to help boost my appetite and start gaining more weight =) Took guts for me to post this even with my face blurred out =S

Hello all, I found some very nice pictures in a Brazilian clothing retailer: https://www.intimusonline.com.br/index.php?route=product/category&path=72_76

https://kawaiidebu.deviantart.com/art/April-Rules-2018-739401650

Love her belly and love handles jiggling with every step

I have a friend, 5'6", who is always complaining about her weight. She was 130 in high school and a serious athlete and then went off the college and gained ten pounds. I know that's not alot, but since I'm more into the early stages of weight gain I'm fine with it. Plus she talks about it constantly, but it doesn't stop her from getting at least two of those Starbucks sugar bombs everyday and midnight McDonald's runs. It's somewhat frustrating since I've tried to give her fitness tips and she always says, "I've tried to do it, I just can't stick to it." but it turns me on enough that it counters the annoyance of someone asking for advice and not being satisfied with the answer since it requires work.

what the fuck

Lucy Vixen makes the tea… It’s Friday, you only made it through the whole friggin’ week! What better way to celebrate than with a Vixen branded mug of tequila, a drag on your vape and the best MTV chart-topping hits…oh, and Lucy Vixen herself, of course. She’s got that Friday feeling and if you scroll down and hit play, you’ll see what that looks like. We’ll give you a clue, there’s lots of hair flicking, boob bouncing, and tequila sipping. Check out Lucy’s Instagram if you want to sip from your very own Vixen mug. VITAL STATISTICS: BUST: 34H WAIST:32 HIPS:44, WEIGHT: 222 lb ?, HEIGHT: 5ft6, SHOE: Size 6 EYES: Grey HAIR: Flame Red STAR SIGN: Pisces, FROM: Warwick AGE: 29 BORN: March 3rd 1989 https://maycontaingirl.com/2018/04/06/lucy-vixen-nice-cuppa-tea/

FINALLY! NEW Update! I have a Curvage approved video for yall! I am sorry it took so long. I thought this was a really fun concept. I hope yall like it...LOTS of Screenshots... Spying On Piggy StepSister Snapping Her Feeder Just waiting for approval!

Mmm so gloriously fat today! Sooo full but i couldnt help but have a few more..

This sounds promising. Admitting she’s gained weight and isn’t bothered by it. https://www.mirror.co.uk/3am/celebrity-news/kelly-brook-38-admits-weight-12295532

https://forum.phun.org/threads/kelly-brook-wearing-sexy-lingerie-alan-strutt-photoshoot-2018.2359525/

A little update on this hottie

A very good start! Please go on babe! Dont stop!

Must be “Widepiggy” or Sandra from quite some time ago. Anyone confirm?

Have a big 'FUCK YOU', buddy.....when I posted those pictures, I hadn't a clue of her purported mental illnesses - so don't you dare try to pin such an absurd accusation me. Let's go by your fucked logic and Abyss all women(especially the non-celebs) whose gains might've been attributed to personal hardships, medications, or PCOS. A good handful of female contributors here have spoken candidly about their PCOS diagnoses....I guess we're not really jacking it to curves, but rather hormonal imbalances, excessive hair growth, and the high probability of remaining infertile for life. If I need to spell everything out for you(irony, huh?), 'brainless' is in reference to the toxic political climate my nation has apparently adopted, run by a self-absorbed, overgrown 'Cheato' who (prepare for another layer of irony)doesn't give a fuck about the treatment or prevention of mental illnesses in our society, and wouldn't have a goddamn clue how to tackle the epidemic if he even did care about anyone but himself and those who superfluously suck his anus. Eleven people, including the site owner(who isn't exactly blindly enamored to yours truly, as he blocked my whiny ass on facebook for reasons relating to the above paragraph), appreciated my opening post, and the ensuing commentary was the typical sarcastic banter that at this point I feel almost obliged to provide. In case any of this still is going over your malformed head, I'll state for the record right here and now that I despise of those who believe in stupid and non-factual occurences and hopelessly inaccurate versions of contemporary or historical events - and if I make a few light jabs here and there to draft a hyperbolic satire of how ridiculous some humans are, then kindly refrain from a bitch-fest.

Is there an issue with tattoos I'm unaware of?

So Loey also made a Vlog entry, and apparenly there are more to come. in this vid she really first appears at 5:37 and 6:15

A new idea from me: a former adventurer and current Queen is protected from the consequences of her appetite by divine favor. But when a pregnancy makes her gluttony increasingly helpless, enemies old and new will try to take advantage. Prologue: After the Orgy Queen Saratorissa the I (Scion of the Titan Mountains, Savior of the Bronze City, Vanquisher of the Heretonack and Chosen of the Lunar Goddess) groaned happily in her liter. One perfectly manicured hand gently rubbed the gossamer thin and incredibly expensive fabric that could charitably be called a dress. No Queen had even worn a garment in public or in private save her, Saratorissa's enemies had been known to say that most whores wouldn't dress like their Queen. The skirt slit as it was from right ankle to well above her hip, showed off a long length of shapely bronze leg. Apart from one buckle of pure platinum at the base of her swanlike neck, Saratorissa's garment was backless down to the very hint of her crack and split in the front so deeply it went to the edge of her flat navel and the inner halves of her gravity defying breasts. She had a score of similar garments and three towns along the outer sea's taxes paid for nothing but new ones. Some might scoff at such an obscene cost spent on a few dresses but today the silk earned its price: her normally washboard belly was swollen to the size of a trebuchet's stone with the amount of food a modest family might eat in several days. Fortunately the substance, which made the webbing of elephant sized Mega-Arachnids of the Dread Forest by adventurers thinking more of the silk's thousand gold coins per yard sell price than the incurable venom of its original weavers, was as stretchy as it was unbreakable. Where cotton or linen might chafe, confine and rip wide open, the spider silk didn't even look strained and Saratorissa's delicate stomach sat smoothly with in it, unperturbed save for the sound similar to the mix of a saber tooth cat's purr and a cavalry charge emanating as the Queen digested. 'Oh goddess, oh goddess, oh goddess,' Saratorissa moaned to herself with every foot step of the matched diamond golems that carried her through her capital, ringed right hand trying and failing to reach past her spherical midsection to her still humming clitoris. 'Problem milady?' Lady Aemilia, court wizard and Saratorissa's best friend for near thirty years asked wryly from the other side of the pillowed conveyance. Aemilia seemed Saratorissa's opposite in almost every way. The wizard was only an inch above five feet while the Queen towered at six foot three, milk pale where the royal was bronze as the metal itself, her short curls pale blonde where the Queen's Crimson locks went down to her ankles when released, a hundred pounds soaking wet while the Queen was usually the image of athletic perfection, near asexual in her interests while her monarch had just spent two hours at a public religious orgy and was still trying to masturbate. 'I can't...I can't reach...' Saratorissa moaned, trying and failing to sit up or to reach around herself at any angle, but the conquering queen was utterly helpless, 'for the love of the Goddesses and Gods you have to do it for me Amy!' The Queen was at all times she left her palace, surrounded by a hundred armored body guards who were paid very well not to snigger at such outbursts form the Royal litter. 'Sara, you've spent the entire morning cumming,' the wizard cooed, crawling closer and tapping her small fingers up the Queen's bare right leg and towards her immense gut, 'you've had your nipples licked, your clit sucked, your labia fondled, the Chosen Paladiness of the Goddess of Beauty's firm thighs around your face, eaten a small lake of whipped cream from the ample cleavage of the Harvest Maiden's picked cleric and had the veiny cocks of the Judging God's, the Storm God's and the War Diety's strapping representatives all pump so much cum into you I'm surprised you didn't burst. The whole thing lasted five hours, the audience was starting to fall asleep and the other five participants, all of whom are less than half your age by the way will need days of recovery.' 'But I want to go more...'Saratorissa groaned, throbs of agonizing euphoria echoing up from between her legs, 'I'm not done yet.' 'Why not do it yourself?' Aemilia teased, fingers drumming a tune on the huge sphere of her Queen's swollen belly, 'You had a hand between your legs half the time you were eating the celebratory planting feast, where I might add you ate your portion and those of the two women and three men you fucked into comas. What made you stop?' 'My...stomach...I'm...,' the Queen groaned, unwilling to say it herself. Queen Saratorissa had many traits. Courage, kindness, strength, wisdom and dedication were among them. Control of her libido or appetite were not, but vanity was her nearly her strongest trait. The great Queen could never stand to be less than perfect and admitting she'd eaten herself helpless was as difficult as slaying a dragon had been in her relative youth or sitting up right now. She'd after all had to have been carried to her litter from the table. 'Your stomach? Is it because your perfectly flat belly is the size of a farmer's barn,' the wizard Amelia exaggerated, pulling back the spider fabric to rub the bronze dome, putting an ear against its taut surface, 'it's bigger than anytime you had a baby, even the twins. You ate like a pig tonight and everyone saw, no one cares though because you've decayed into an uncontrollable glutton who eats herself sick every day at dinner.' The Wizard felt a wave of pleasure of her own. She had a single target of sexuality and that was her friend and monarch, having gorged herself helpless. Aemilia's tongue shot out and she licked the Queen's vast stomach, stopping just above her silken tuft of bright red hair. 'I'm eating for two,' Saratorissa protested, sluggishly trying to wave Aemilia's hand away. 'You're nearer sixty than fifty,' Aemilia shot back, 'I doubt you've kindled even with all that seed spilled in you. We're probably due a drought.' The Grand Planting Festival was held every year, using a rotating selection of priestesses, Paladins, Templars, clerics, divine descendants and Druids from the Kingdom of Vala's wide pantheon. The various potential attendees fought a series of tournaments to prove their worth in attending, the winners trained, honed and enhanced to an athletic perfection. It was always evenly divided between men and women and the more b**s that resulted from the high popular fete, the better the resulting harvest was. 'With a twenty year old's body,' the prone Queen protested, 'I've born eight daughters from the six prior festival's I've been part of.' Indeed, farmers had started planting more land and food merchants buying whole wagon trains to export the expected harvest when the Queen's participation was announced. Saratorissa never failed to conceive and clouds threatened rain already. 'I'd say a thirty year old,' Aemilia shrugged, brushing a finger tip across the temporary temple of gluttony, 'and it's been six years since you were chosen last. Savage barbarian and quarter divine descendant of the Lunar goddess or not, you can't stay young forever. That hair will grey, those tits will sag and I'll be there to watch it all and say I told you so.' 'Big talk for a woman who's girlish figure and soft skin is down to bathing in nymph milk and drinking dragon blood,' the Queen snarled suddenly, her face barely changed from the warrior who'd marched a mercenary army into a war torn city to take its vacant throne and forge an empire, 'I know I'm pregnant.' A faint rain started falling, making Saratorissa smile. 'Then that means...,' the Wizard said, smiling evily, 'I get a whole nine months of you reaping the repercussions of your gluttony for once. I'm putting you on a diet, a special diet that's going to fatten you up like a cow.' 'Your wouldn't!' The queen snapped, but it had little force behind it for the wizard could summon foods like none ever seen and Saratorissa's gluttony was pushing past her vanity. 'Oh yes, I'm going to be with you every waking minute to fill you to the brim. Your gonna be chubby by month one, fat by month four and obese by the end,' Aemilia smiled, tapping the huge belly, 'get used to seeing this every day. It's gonna take you a year to slim down again.' 'No...,' the Queen said, trying to pull back from her friend but dissolving into laughter and laying back further, 'tell me that tomorrow, after I've had time to digest this. My appetite's spoiled right now.' The two women laughed as the rain poured down and the Queen's procession wove across the streets toward's the palace gates. Something vast, winged and wickedly spiked watched them from amid the city's forest of cathedrals and towers, saw its target, spread its wings and dived.

Sorry!!!

Aaaand that killed it. Very funny though.