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Few pics 😽

My Weight Gain - Before and After Pix

I have so much work to do but it's really hard to concentrate on an empty stomach... what do you think I should eat? Also I love how my arms look these days, I've completely lost all of my muscle and now it's just all fat! ps, don't worry, a video is on its way and I think you're gonna love it ❤️

behind scenes 10

I wasn’t going to update this since she started a diet, but last week she had 5 takeaways, 4 tubs of cookie dough ice cream and went up to her highest ever weight of 17 stone 3... so yeah my girlfriend is still deliciously obese!

Anybody else got a craving before double mint gum?

Another twin teaser

Lucy Vixen sees in Summer… https://maycontaingirl.com/2018/04/20/lucy-vixen-strap-yourself-in/

@Jabba Desilijic Tiure I'm 21 actually but thanks for the compliment 👍

Wow she is huge now ... absolutely amazing weight gain ... I hope Muffin will continue to expand ... stunning!

Nice

The announcer came back dabbing at his forehead with a handkerchief. “Ladies and gentleman,” he called, pocketing the tissue. “We have a tie!” He pointed at Tommaso and Chiara. “Our standing champion Tommaso and the newcomer Chiara!” The public applauded. “And now, onto the next round!” “I am ready,” answered Tommaso, dusting away a few crumbs from his massive chest. “But I don't know about her.” He gestured towards Chiara. “Miss...” The announcer moved a few steps toward her. “Miss...?” Chiara's eyelids fluttered. “Yes...?” The man stood beside her. “Do you feel like going on?” She blinked both hands still clutching her paunch. Solwly she focused her sight on the announcer, still waiting with the microphone. Chiara shook her head, opened her mouth and grabbed the edge of the table in front of her, trying to pull herself forward. The effort proved too much for her poor overtaxed skirt: the zipper on the side burst open, uncovering her fleshy hip. Chiara straightened herself as much as her belly allowed and spread her legs apart. “Yes, I do,” she spoke in the microphone. “I do,” she repeated louder. “She does,” cheered the announcer, ignoring the tear in her skirt and her almost naked body. “Chiara is still with us!” We all applauded once again and even Tommaso slapped a meaty hand on the table a couple of times, pulling down the waistband of his jeans with the other. Lapo and the other waiter came on stage as our cheering died down, carrying each a bowl of cantuccini and a pitcher of vin santo. They set them on the table and scurried of. “Very well,” said the announcer. “Here we are to the last course. What better way to end a family meal than this?” He did not wait for an answer. “Exact! So, without any further ado, let us get down to business.” He took a step backwards. “Enjoy your meal!” Chiara shook her head, held a tiny biscuit in her pudgy fingers and bit it in half with a grimace. She was finished and we knew it. Tommaso smirked, grabbed a handful of cookies and stuffed them in his mouth, crunching them with a satisfied smile. Drink the wine, big oaf. Drink it! The following minutes were the most painful of my life. Chiara was still nibbling at her bowl and Tommaso had considerably slowed. The bearish man swallowed one more cookie, licked his fingers and smacked his lips. He esitated, then wiped his sweaty forehead with his napkin. You are hot! The wine is fresh! Drink! My heart sank as he shook his head and resumed eating. Chiara, her mouth still full, looked at me. I shrugged, pointed at her opponent and made a drinking motion. She blinked and set a hand on her own pitcher, with a questioning look. I nodded. Chiara swallowed and cleared her throat. “Well,” she shouted towards Tommaso. “How are you doing over there?” Tommaso turned his head. “Fine, thanks, and you?” His smile was crooked and there was a glint in his eyes. “Be careful not to hurt yourself.” Chiara returned his smile. “Don't worry.” She rested a hand on her bare stomach. “But thanks anyway for the concern.” Her free hand grabbed the pitcher and she lifted it in a salute. “Cheers.” Tommaso took the bait and clutched his own pitcher, returning the salute. He brought it to his lips and drank a couple of long sips. He paused, running his tongue over his lips, and drank again. When he put it back, the pitcher was half empty. Tommaso frowned, then shook his head and got back to the cookies. You drank half of it and I had put in a week's prescription dose. I stared at his big gut. Man, shit is really about to hit the fan! Chiara had resumed eating with a new technique: she was dipping every single cookie in the wine to soak it, then putting it in her mouth to suck it. I met her gaze, she turned her head towards her opponent and I nodded. A smile crept over her chubby face and she resumed eating, steady and methodically. Tommaso, on the other side, made a sour face and rested a hand on his massive stomach. He grabbed a couple of cookies and swallowed them. His frown deepened as he shifted on his chair. He clutched his fat belly and moaned. Then, his free hand grabbed the pitcher and he sipped at the wine. He downed about a quarter, then slammed it on the table. The announcer turned towards him. “Are you all right Tommaso?” He shook his head, tried to stand and fell back on his chair, bent double. “No,” he groaned. “It must be something I ate...” He choked. “Good luck guessing what,” said the announcer, taking a step backwards. I clenched my fists. Beads of perspiration appeared on Tommaso’s face. The big man put a palm on the table and straightened himself. The other hand fished a cookie from the bowl and brought it to his mouth. He chewed it. Swallowed it. Took a deep breath. It all happened very suddenly. Tommaso sprang to his feet, overturning the chair. The announcer stumbled backwards, tripped on the cable and fell on his butt. Tommaso, still bent double took a pair of steps to the side, then sprinted to the stairs leading off stage, one hand holding his trousers, the other stuck to his massive butt. He galloped down and sprinted towards one of the chemical toilettes. High above on the stage Chiara, nonplussed, stuck the umpteenth cookie in her mouth. The announcer got up, massaging his backside. “Well,” he said in the microphone. “Well, that was certainly unexpected.” He dusted himself quickly, then turned to Chiara. “It looks like we have a winner.” She ignored him. He cleared his throat, the mic whistling. “I mean,” he said louder. “It look like we have a winner!” Chiara swallowed her morsel. “And...?” She reached for another cookie without looking at the man. “You might as well stop eating. The contest is over.” Chiara raised his eyes on him. “May I or must I?” The man cocked his head. “There is no need to continue. You already won.” In silence, my friend ate a handful of biscuits and sipped some wine. “I might just finish what I have here. It would be a waste to throw it all away.” The announcer turned to us and shrugged. The crowd beneath the stage did not move, we all stood silent watching Chiara for over half an hour, as she ate all the cookies left, brushed the crumbs from her massive knockers and drank the last sips of wine. The pitcher was put back on the table. It was over. Chiara sighed and patted her belly. The announcer turned to her. “Are you finished now?” “Yeah!” “Then stand up and say something to the public.” He beckoned at her with the microphone. It was clear that such a task was easier said than done. Chiara spread her legs apart and grabbed the edge of the table. Rocking back and forth she gained enough momentum to stand up, bumping into the aforementioned table with her massive gut. The pitcher teetered, plummeted, and shattered to the floor. Chiara let go of the table and took a step towards us; the skirt, already shred, slid off her thick thighs and fell to her feet. And there she was, standing in front of us, only clad in a snug E cup bikini which could barely contain her massive melons. But even those massive globes of flesh were dwarfed by the big belly beneath: Chiara's stomach, tightly packed with food and drink, jutted out beneath her cleavage in an arc that ended at her crotch. Her pink bikini bottoms were shadowed by the mass. Chiara turned to the side and took a step towards the announcer, spreading her thick legs well apart and arching her back. From the side, the view was even more amazing, as her belly, rather than sagging, protruded well past her breasts, round and shiny. Her big butt, muscled by thousands of squats and covered by a thick layer of lard, could only do so much to counterbalance her heavy front load. Chiara slid both hands under her gut, to better support it as she proceeded her awkward march. The annuncer, still offering the microphone, flinched and seemed to shrink as Chiara's heavy steps approached. “So, Miss Chiara,” he said with a sincere smile. “Do you want to tell us something? How do you feel?” Chiara nodded, swallowed and opened her mouth. No sound. She swayed momentarily, then regained her balance, took a deep breath and, still holding her gut, belched right in the microphone. It was the loudest belch I had ever heard and it blared through the loudspeakers, deafening us all. The poor announcer, caught by surprise, stumbled backwards and fell off the stage, his desperate cry drowned by the belch's dying echo. All was silent on the square. Chiara turned to face us all, then raised her arms in a double biceps pose. “How do I feel? I feel larger than life!” We all applauded as the announcer got painfully to his feet. Chiara kept the rythm, patting her spherical belly with one hand and waving with the other. As the applause died down, she returned slowly to her chair and fell backwards into it. A few seconds later she dropped her head back, fast asleep. It was really the end. She had won.

God, she's adorable in that interview. I had never really heard her interviewed before but her voice/personality fit her gorgeous body so well.

If only we had gotten more matches from Sassy Stephie, she is a real plumper

You're a curvage model? All I gotta say is that I hope @S77 checked your ID, and rechecked it......twice.

I realised that most of my pictures are from the front or just of my belly but a few of you have been requesting more pictures of my ass... I don't take pictures from the angle usually so I'm surprised by how chubby it looks 😅 what do you think?

And yes, I am lucky 😉

I showed my wife these pictures and she said with a huge smile, "oh wow. She's gained so much weight. She looks so nice and fat." 😘

Bebe’s agent - “So, your song is all over the radio and everyone can’t stop talking about your curves at the Grammy’s. What’s next? Bebe - “Yeah, about the Grammy’s. I really need to hit the gym before this next tour. Want to drop a few...” Agent (interrupting her and productions s box of donuts from behind their desk) “I was thinking maybe we go in a different direction.” Bebe - “No, I said I want to lose weight. Wardrobe has already had to take my costumes out twice.” Agent (slowly open the box while hitting “play” on a stereo remote and Bebe hears) If it's meant to be, it'll be, it'll be, Baby, just let it be A few months later 2019 Grammy’s host - “Our next guest is huge...(pauses and looks uncomfortable) She’s really blown up since her latest album came out.” (Looks off camera and mouths ‘Seriously!’) “She’s the biggest star in music...Ok guys, who wrote this?!”, then into their earpiece...”What do you mean stall? What? Bebe Rexa’s butt won’t fit through stage trapdoor? No I don’t have any butter!”

Gotta love Nicole An interview in which Nicole describes her boobies as "magnificent" :

That's what happens when you go from skinny fat to slightly chubby...start with no muscle and just add more soft fat

I’m going to try to take some of my bare belly soon I just wanted to show off my outfit I’m a blueberry muffin puff

😂🤣

new post from her today

Modeling some swimwear...

... and there it is

I'd say she was significantly more than 160...

From.her insta.....my.lord her thighs

She is CUTE - such a round tummy and such thick thighs

You just got schooled 😂

Oh wow. Yeah. She definitely lost weight but I'm sure glad she found that weight she lost. Plus a little more. Wow. Does she ever have a big bum. Too bad not too many pics of that beautiful, round,fat ass!

I thought she had lost weight..then i saw her on the Daily Show.http://www.cc.com/episodes/j3ouqg/the-daily-show-with-trevor-noah-april-25--2018---christina-hendricks---ricardo-rossello-season-23-ep-23093 Skip to 21:00 and watch her walk in.

Wow she's not even that big but shes completely jiggly and soft. She does zero exercise what so ever. And her small frame is now succumb by late night instant noodles, matcha latte, and some mochi.

Here is her sitting on a ball?

Thanks man, I appreciate that you took the time to translate all that, and you are right that Cleo´s post is amazing and so body positive.

She is a goddess, those boobs are amazing