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Hello, lovelies! I just wanted to take a minute to thank all of you that have followed, reacted, commented, and reviewed my content. It means the world to me to have your support. I have new videos that will be up VERY soon, so watch for those. In the meantime, if you haven't yet, I'd love it if you took a sec to let me know what you think about my content and progress so far. Any comment or review helps. <3 Here's some before and after shots for you to see the changes in my body.

Lauren Alaina...

Lots of good dancing in this one... ...and just plain old walking:

At Coachella in Indio, California (4/14/18):

Getting undressed...

Love how bloated she looks here

Here’s a little teaser for all of you lovely admirers. I hope you like watching me play with my belly 🙂 It’s so fun exploring/feeling my body as it grows https://drive.google.com/file/d/143XWnAdNh6xDQrSGrVL29-N_7lZX6RHD/view?usp=sharing

A couple from the latest set. she's starting to experiment more and more with a little belly play. A pretty exciting new development.

Part 19 Lina was in the throes of another vivid dream. She was just managing to get her bearings, and as she took stock of her surreal surroundings, she sensed that—very much as in the daily simulations to which Mim subjected her—either she had been shrunk down to a diminutive version of herself, or all of the objects in her environment were tremendous in proportion to her body. It seemed she was attempting to scale some sort of mesa. But the ground beneath her was muddy, and she could barely find purchase. No sooner had she made some headway when she felt herself sliding precipitously down the sheer and slick incline. In desperation, she at last thrust her hands through the pinkish claylike surface and deep into the spongy soil beneath. It was cake! She now realized that she was trying to climb a gigantic cake. The only way up was to carve out rough handholds and footholds for herself. As she ascended, she could not resist gobbling great clumps of the mountainous baked good. In this dreamworld, her inhibitions were gone, as was her willpower, and she savored the thick buttercream-based frosting. The flavor of the cake itself was both exotic and oddly familiar, although she could not quite place it. It was, in any event, irresistible and immensely satisfying, and Lina barely minded that she was a terrible mess, with frosting smeared over her bodysuit, on her face, and even in her hair. At last Lina reached the summit. The generous chunks of the dessert she had consumed sat heavily in her belly. She tried in vain to walk across the cake-plateau but only succeeded in sinking downwards with each step. She clawed at the surface, which now seemed to surround her like some confectionery quicksand. She frantically shoved handfuls of frosting and cake into her mouth, but it was no use. She was weighed down and sank farther into the sticky sweet morass. Panic was setting in when Lina was roused abruptly from her restless sleep, hazily aware of a dull pain in her belly, like a sustained hunger pang, intensifying into a full-blown tummy-ache as she lurched into wakefulness. Her hands slid down to her belly and recoiled. “Mim!” she shrieked. “Mim! Come quick!” Her corpulent captor arrived with surprising deftness and approached Lina’s sleeping-pod. “What is it, dear?” “I don’t feel good at all,” Lina groaned, clutching her curiously swollen belly. “Something’s happened to my stomach. I’m all bloated!” “Oh, that,” said Mim, placing her hand gently on the curved mound of Lina’s tummy and chuckling nonchalantly. “Honey, you had me scared half to death. That’s nothing to worry about. Your belly’s very full, that’s all.” “But I haven’t eaten anything!” yelled Lina. “Eaten, no. Swallowed, yes.” “Swallowed what? A beach ball?!” “Exactly!” said Mim. “Well, more or less.” Lina blinked uncomprehendingly, her hands still atop her tautly distended abdomen. Mim drummed her fingers lightly on Lina’s rounded belly and smiled. “Don’t you remember? The ‘vitamin’ I gave you before bedtime a few nights ago. I had to fib, dear. Otherwise you would have fought me on it. As you do with everything.” Lina sputtered with bewilderment. “Why would you do that?!” Mim took Lina’s hand and patted it reassuringly. “To get you ready, sweetie. For a proper stuffing. Inside that capsule was a tiny balloon that has blown up many times its original size. That’s why you haven’t even been able to eat your paltry snacks these last few days. There’s no more room in there.” Mim pantomimed the balloon’s distention. “Now it’s expanding and contracting in cycles. It will stretch your stomach, so you’ll be ready for your first gorging.” “I’ve told you already a hundred times!” Lina protested. “I am not going to let you forcefeed me!” Mim rubbed Lina’s belly in a circular motion. “It’s almost done. Then the balloon will disintegrate on its own and be safely digested. But you’ll be happy to know that it’s calorie-free. See how thoughtful I am?” “But you lied! I knew you would! You tricked me! You said you wouldn’t force me to eat!” “I’ve done no such thing!” Mim replied indignantly. “And I won’t. I will keep my promise. You’ll have your chance to hold out for the full 30 days, just as I said. It’s not long now.” “You’re an evil witch and a cheat!” growled Lina. “I am not,” replied Mim exasperatedly. “I’m just completely confident that I’ll succeed in getting you to eat real Fatropolitan goodies after all. But if you are going to eat, you are going to eat. So we’ve got to take the proper precautions and do it safely. It’s no good if you explode.” Lina gasped at the very notion. “Why are you doing this?!” “We need to address your malnutrition, Lina...urgently. We’ll have to resort to some drastic measures now, but remember, it’s only because you wouldn’t cooperate when you had the chance. But you still can choose to do so at any time.” In just the short while they had been talking, Lina’s belly seemed to grow more gravid. “Mim, please!” moaned Lina. “I’m about to pop! Please!” “You’ll do no such thing!” said Mim. “I am not about to let that happen. We haven’t come this far for nothing. When the balloon has done its work, you’ll have your flat stomach back...if only for a little while.” Lina looked down at her stomach worriedly and held it with both hands “Why don’t you go take a nice, warm shower?” suggested Mim. She handed Lina a small plastic canister. “Here. Be sure to rub this on afterwards. It will soothe your bellyache and keep your skin nice and elastic.” Lina took the container from Mim and examined it skeptically. “I’ll be back to check on you, my little balloon belly,” said Mim, patting Lina’s swollen abdomen derisively before she went on her way. “I must say, this nice round gut is adorable. It suits you. But soon you won’t be filled with just air. Soon I’ll have you piling on a fresh, thick layer of lovely fat all over.” “Never,” said Lina sullenly. Mim smiled. “Never say never.” While Lina was in opposition to Mim in principle on every issue, she agreed that a long, leisurely shower might be just the thing to help take her mind off her worries. Ensconced now in the hot shower spray and rising steam, Lina did feel slightly less awful, but no less bloated. Her belly bulged conspicuously now that it was free of the bodysuit, which evidently had been acting as a girdle against her inflated gut. In every other respect, however, Lina was thinner now than when she had arrived, making her abdominal expansion seem all the more prominent. The shower stall’s nozzle jets squirted out a rich soap that seemed thicker, goopier, and pinker than Lina had remembered, though she had to admit she had not been paying excessively close attention to her shower suds of late. In any event, its texture was oddly reminiscent of the frosting in her dream, and its fragrance likewise starkly familiar. She lathered well, massaging the dense foam vigorously all over her stomach. That enormous dream-cake was somehow now front and center in her mind, and Lina realized with dismay that her mouth was watering. She was baffled as to why it was that, of all the temptations that had been dangled before her, she should feel herself caving to this one. She chided herself for craving something nonexistent--a mere figment of her night-time imagination. Her resistance was clearly wearing thin; she was weak and vulnerable. She clutched her belly again. If this was bad, how much worse it would be if Mim got her way! There was no telling what Mim would do to her. Lina lingered in the shower for quite some time, pondering her predicament and letting the hot water soothe her overblown belly. It was an uncomfortable day, to be sure. Though she had not had much in the way of a daily itinerary during the entire span of her captivity, having endured many successive days of non-activity, today seemed particularly unproductive. Lina was more restless than ever. She lay in bed and tried to fall back to sleep but was distracted by the slow, rhythmic rising and falling of her stomach. There was a vague pulsation deep in her core. After some time, Lina puttered over to the recliner, having decided that today she could do with the distraction of vids, which normally only annoyed her. The post-shower lotion had numbed her tummy, although there was still the definite and persistent sensation of fullness to capacity. With a bit of shifting about and the recliner’s automatic adjustments, Lina was able to find an optimal position, but her attention kept being diverted to her overfull gut. If this was a preview of what being fat would be like, Lina resolved, it would not do at all. Unable to do much of anything except lie still and grasp her belly, Lina was left to contemplate the unpleasant possible outcomes of what was surely another one of Mim’s cruel machinations. She found no compelling reason not to believe that Mim was misleading her. Maybe the balloon in her stomach would not dissolve after all and she would be stuck like this...filled up but starving. Maybe Mim would give her the false choice between having the balloon popped and being fattened. Or, perhaps, the balloon would deflate just as Mim had said...leaving Lina’s belly permanently stretched out and poochy. She thought of the darts that caused Daesti’s bottom to widen so rapidly. Though the effects may have been temporary, as Mim claimed, it hardly mattered...Daesti did not remain thin for long. Lina’s thoughts turned to the cam view Mim had made her watch of the newly plumpened Daesti lazing about, the picture of flabbiness, heedlessly scooping food into her mouth. Lina knew that was ultimately the fate Mim wanted for her as well. Lina knew that eventually she would need to make a decision about Daesti. If Lina could manage to win her freedom by Mim’s rules (or escape, if not), she would have to leave Daesti behind. Once she reached safety, she would need to appeal to some outside authority to notify them that Daesti was being held hostage. But how to explain that she was being fattened up? And for what purpose? By then, surely, Daesti would be a fat girl in body and mind and likely would see herself as a pampered guest and not as a prisoner at all. All of that would be its own mess and Lina hardly had the wherewithal at the moment to plan a course of action. She would worry about it when the time came. Right now she would need every ounce of willpower and determination to contend with whatever tricks Mim had up her sleeve.

Coachella Valley Music and Arts Festival in Palm Springs (04/13/2018): More pics: http://www.hotflick.net/u/g/?d=5291679

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Hi guys! it's been a while since I've posted. How is everyone doing? I moved to LA for a few years but I am back in the PNW. Looking forward to summer!

Based on her clips4sale I’m pretty sure these are pics from her latest set. And no matter what I think she looks crazy sexy here so I hope you enjoy too

You guys are great 💖

outgrown. womp womp

😘

Summer is right around the corner, and my babes beach body is looking plump😍 She gave me a little fashion show last night of some swim suits to see what fit, but more to my liking what didn’t 😛 She says she doesn’t want to gain more, but at the same time has never acted so sexy...

I started my weight gain journey about a month ago, and wanted to show you the progress I've made so far! I hope you like it. Let me know what you think One of my favorite things is a good stuffing session

What’s your favorite topics? I’m a Sapiosexual and a sucker for good convo. I’m into Philosophy, Ethics, Psychology, Spirituality, History, Business,etc.

Hi everyone, thank you so much for your responses. I can assure you that, despite my shock, I greeted his revelation of a feeding fetish with nothing but support, love, and understanding. However, it was revealed to me that he was intentionally feeding me extra food. His kink appears to be the 'I really shouldn't eat this but I want it so I will' feeling. So he would add extra biscuits to my plate knowing I wouldn't put them back in a packet, or purposely buy food in which I felt I had little control in eating -'moreish' foods. The real issue here (apart from the obvious non-consent) is that I have developed an eating disorder in relation to this. I go through periods of bingeing followed by restriction - as I am writing this, it has been two days since I have eaten. Indeed, at one point during our relationship, I was so upset about my size I was suicidal. I was in tears, I told him I couldn't even bear to look at myself in the mirror anymore, and I refused to be naked around him (even to change). He continued to secretly feed me and receive sexual satisfaction from doing it. I have asked him to leave - not because of the fetish which, while I couldn't consent to engaging in I could accept it was part of his identity - but because the secret feeding despite my mental decline tells me that his fetish was more important to him than my health. I feel disgusted in my own skin, I feel used and betrayed, and most importantly, I feel heartbroken. All the little things he brought me to show me how much he cared, all the dinners he cooked and takeaways he got 'just because'- it was all about him fulfilling a sexual need, not about appreciating me or loving me. I'm sure many in this community are nice people (indeed, everyone online here has been incredibly helpful), I cannot help feeling that in my partners case, his control of my diet and size, his lies and manipulation, and his complete disregard for my physical and mental health point to this being an abusive relationship, rather than a loving one. I could accept the fetish, I could agree to incorporate it into our sex lives in a consensual way, but I cannot be with anyone that would harm me to make themselves feel good. Thank you all again for your help, and I hope you all continue to love who you want, how you want - CONSENTUALLY. ❤

The more I think about this topic, the more I believe the body positivity movement is the biggest reason women have better attitudes about their bodies - and therefore the reason they are unashamed when they gain weight. I remember back in high school, before this body positivity movement really started, women would remain mostly quiet about any weight gain. I once overheard a thin woman say “I need to start watching what I eat because I’ve gained 2 pounds.” Seriously, 2 whopping pounds had her stressed. But now, it’s quite different. A year ago or so, I met up with about a dozen people from high school. When the subject of the conversation turned towards weight, one woman (who used to be a thin, toned volleyball and softball player but is now quite soft and pudgy) said loudly enough for everyone to hear “these are the only pair of jeans I have left that still fit.” I was not only surprised she said that (because I remember her being proud of her athletic accomplishments), but it also shocked me in how she said it. She was smiling and laughing as she said that, and she had patted her hip/thigh area to bring attention to how thick she was now. There was no embarrassment or shame in her voice, and she hadn’t drank anything yet, so there was no alcohol impairing her thought process. She seemed completely mentally and emotionally unaffected by her gain. In fact, she seemed confident and proud of her body. And to this day, she certainly hasn’t lost any weight. It might seem like a little story that doesn’t mean much, but to me, it really shows how much body positivity has affected our society in just a few years.

Some new material of beautiful Stéphanie.

Dunno what ya'll up to but after all if you're in a forum like this and especially in a thread like this ya'll should know that anyones fetish isn't your business really. Leave the man alone. Anyways here's a classic and favourite of mine, might have been posted here before and the quality is shit but here it is. If you want to have a better quality version just check out a streaming site, am not sure if i'm allowed to link them here so i won't. Fat suit scenes start at 17:26.

what the fuck

Live event? And good god

Atrocious makeup as usual, but here's the first promo picture from her upcoming site nothingbutcurves.com.

http://forum.phun.org/index.php?threads/ariel-winter-at-the-pacific-rim-uprising-premiere-in-hollywood-3-21-18-mq-adds.2342465/#post-10763595

314 lbs

I would like to thank garlic bread, pasta and wine for this gain...

As Yennefer padded into the Villa's Dining room, it's long table positively groaning under the weight of Marelene's cooking, the Kikimora jelly was already starting to take effect. Like most of her profession, a brilliant intellect had always made the sorceress prone to overthinking and anxiety, but the insectoid narcotic took the edge off, replacing worries about a conspiracy with swirling colors and a room that was continuously shifting directions. She stumbled a few times as she crossed the dining room, longer legs clumsy under the narcotic's effects, and was giggling madly as she planted her plump posterior into a chair. A little chubby from previous binges, the dark haired sorceress adjusted the fit of her panties, snug against the small bulge of her paunch. 'It's so soft!' Yen laughed, pinching the pooch with her thumb and forefinger. Triss on the other hand had been hit hard by the drug, this wasn't giggling to her, but a night mare. She had crawled across the floor and laborioisly pulled herself into a chair, barely able to move. She was overweight with a waddle of course, and being heavy again gave her continual soreness in her hips and lower back, but the sorceress was otherwise healthy and young, it would be several hundred more pounds before her mobility was severely hampered. Yet in her minds eye, the pear shaped sorceress had turned into an immense blob, barely capable of movement and covered in sweat. Inside her hallucination, The red haired beauty was chained to a chair. Triss' body was grossly fatter than it ever had been in real life, easily thrice her current weight. Her face had turned totally round, a jowly ball of fat atop a thick neck with a drooping second chin. Once dominant breasts had faded, the fat around the rest of her body having swelled up around the mammary glands. Her gut bulged well out into her lap, but it was nothing compared to her lower body which morbid obesity had swelled into her dominant feature. Pillowy was the word to describe her once perfect thighs, thick rolls of bulging fat that were so wide they pushed each other apart. Her knees and ankles had practically vanished, so swollen by the puffy expanse of her cankles that it seemed unlikely the sorceress would ever be able to wear shoes again. Triss' hips had spread and spread, spotty fat stretching out past the arms of her chair and effectively trapping her. Meanwhile, her once athletic ass had swollen into two blobs immense blobs soft as melted butter and spotted with layers of cellulite, stretch marks and spider veins. Triss screamed around mouthfuls of food, trying to break free but struggling against dimeretium chains. Hundreds of small demons scampered across an infinite table covered in an infinity of food. Small talons picked up cupcakes or shoved tridents into fried pieces of bacon, then scampered back to shove them into Triss' mouth which chewed and chewed, betraying her as her body continued to swell. Across from her was Yennefer, revealed to Triss in her true form. The other sorceress retained her lavender eyes and Raven hair, but her ivory skin had turned blood red and a pair of immense wings arced out of her back. The demonic Yennefer gave a booming laugh at her immensely obese victim, running a taloned hand over her washboard flat belly in mockery of Triss balloon figure body. 'Don't worry Triss,' the hallucination of Yennefer laughed, running a forked tongue over her fangs, 'I'm sure the Lodge will keep you around, even after I've drained your magic and fattened you up! Perhaps as a jester!!!' Back in the real world, Triss sobbed in her chair. She didn't want to get any fatter! She had to break free! But that didn't stop Triss' hands from shoveling in mouthful after mouthful of sugary sweets, fried meat with layers of breaking and bread so covered in butter it was practically a liquid. Her stomach groaned as the feast hit it, but the Kikimora jelly had already caused it to expand its contents and it groaned as it began to rapidly digest, distributing all those calories to the sorceress' thighs, just like Yennefer had brewed the potion to do. For her part, Yennefer continued giggling as she ripped through the meat of a fried drumstick. Her hallucination was far more entertaining than Triss'.

Here is another makeshift before and after shot of Eva (2015/2017).