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Here's a more recent one I found. Left is probably late august and the right is just a week ago. That belly is so huge and squishy it's great.

well..looks like its gonna be a week (or more) between updates... again. Until then enjoy Giantess Mal sitting on your face.

Here is the surprise!!... my measurements 🙌🏻✨🐖🐖🐖 Hello everyone!!, how you’ve doing??, as you know Now I’m in my home country and obviously I’ve been enjoying a lot the Mexican food... and the results of all that are notorious. Definitely, my chicks are more soft and my face looks rounder. My arms, well, they have much more fat!. My legs has been increasing size, so now my denim jeans are tighter than a month ago... my beautiful and big butt is accumulating all the tacos than I’ve been eating this month hahaha 🍑😏 however, something amazing happens with my belly and my muffin top; they has been growing together this last month and any of my jeans or leggings or shorts can support the weight of my belly and muffin top, also I can’t wear any of my jeans at the waist... cuz, I don’t have anymore a ways hahaha. I’m feeling my self ENORMOUS!!, and that’s the perfect description... honestly, at the end of the year I can’t imagine how I’m gonna be, there’s no enough space on my mind to imagine my self. And just because I know that you have in mind what my family said... well yes, they finally said, “Laure, I think that you are fatty” ( my grandma words) and, yes... now I’m the fattest person in my family, but that is gonna be part of other story. Itelling you all of this because as I said at the main beginning, here you have my measurements. The results was what I already supposed... I am too obese, literally what the tape said, also I need to explain that the tape that I used it has marking with colours what is normal (green) , what is quite fatty (yellow) and what is obese (red) and in one side is the parameter colours for men and in the other one for women... obviously I’m in red numbers for both scales haha ... I don’t have self control 🤭🤷🏼‍♀️🐷🐷 Sadly I never took pictures of my measurements when I was thin and when I was staring my gain but I remember the numbers. I used to have on my thinner moment waist of 70cm, hips of 85cm, breast of 90cm, then, like year and half ago I went to 90cm waist, 100cm hips and 98cm of breast. Now I have: “Waist” 131cm Hips 127.5cm Breast 123 cm Enjoy the post 😘😘😘 and let me know your predictions about how I’m gonna end this 2019 💋💋💋, oh and remember that I’m super thankful with all of you for all the love that you give me and all the support... this numbers are thanks to you 😘😘😘

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damn she's getting big

Well, 2000 calories from Domino's later and I'm pregnant! I still haven't gained much weight but I'm saving up for a carb-load shake based on starch-powder ( 300 cal per 100 grams ) and a gainer-protein shake (400 cal per 100 grams ) as for stuffing capacity, I'm back to my old self again and couldn't be happier! I was even quite disappointed that I didn't order a bigger pizza and cinnastix! It felt incredible to be this big again and I can't wait to outgrow my current wardrobe. I feel like I'm back to who I was... just need to gain 35+ lbs back and about 7% body fat. I hope with the additional shakes + my already 3500 calorie diet, the weight will catch up with my machine of a body 😅

Simply'll post an photos Comments are superfluous)Carmen is gorgeous as always). Her progress is incredible.)

before146 Now

Hey everyone it’s me dee from Dee’sweightgain. Some of you may already know me and my story but for those who don’t...... I started my journey last year on YT and weighed in at about 146 lbs. I am 5’6 so you can imagine I was pretty skinny! I disliked the way I looked so I planned on gaining weight..only problem is that I am a HARD GAINER!! So I began to document myself eating and gaining and even though I had a few set backs I have gained over 40 lbs and several dress sizes! The journey is not over I still want to gain some more weight so hopefully you all will join me in my journey watch me eat,chitchat, go out to eat, and show off my bigger body!

Hello, hello!!!…. Well as I said I have a surprise for all of you, I just published on my trend my measurements with some gifs and also just a little bit more about how I feel that my huge body has been changed, I hope you enjoy it and that your Saturday be amazing 💋💋💋😘

Good Morning My Curvage Family!! 🐷🐷🐷 This screencap from my mayo video is honestly makes me feel like the sexiest gainer ever!

Chapter Seventeen After lunch, Colette and I stayed sitting in the shade near the pool. I was a little bit surprised that during lunch she ate several sandwiches. I knew that she was trying to keep a low profile eating in front of everyone, but after having only a couple of pieces, I offered her another and she actually ate two. I figured maybe I was worrying more about her being uncomfortable about her body in front of her family than necessary. "Would you like to go for a swim?" I asked. "Sure," Colette answered sitting up and squinting at me in the bright sunlight. "Let’s change in the house. I followed Colette into the house and up to our bedroom. We were on the second floor above a wing of the house, which had its own staircase. This provided us with a bit of privacy. Once in the room, I sidled up to Colette and started getting amorous. She was trying to open her bag, but I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her in close and tight, so that I could nuzzle the back of her neck with my lips. I started running my hands up and down her body, concentrating on her belly, her breasts, and her love handles. I could feel the temperature of her skin getting warmer, and I licked softly behind her ear. I helped her wiggle out of her shirt and slip out of her bra, letting her breasts hang free. I massaged her breasts and played with her nipples, which started to get erect. Holding one breast in each hand, I could feel their heft. She felt so much more generous. Then I slid my hands down to her pants and unbuttoned them, which fell to the floor with a wiggle of her hips. Then I started on her super tight panties. The flesh of her belly and hips kind of billowed out, as I peeled her panties down over her ass. The contrast between how firm she felt with the panties on and how her flesh felt like jello without them was dramatic. It was as if the air had been squeezed out of her by the compression of the spandex, and she was now able to reinflate. Holding her from the back, I cradled her bloated belly in my hands and slowly wobbled it. It had such great substance. Colette pivoted in my arms and leaned into me, pressing her lush body up against mine, which caused her to stifle a burp.. "Let’s take a swim first," she suggested. "I’ll feel sexier with a little exercise. Lunch still feels like it is sitting in my gut." With her facing me, I was able to fondle her ass with my hands. Still somewhat pronounced by good muscles, there was more to grab and the shape had changed with more meat around the top of her ass and hips, which helped form her love handles. She didn’t actually have much of a crease formed by her back fat, but more of a roll that formed where her hips tried to blend into her waist. It felt like her hips and waist were competing for space and the result was the roll of fat on her sides. I agreed that we would swim first. I was feeling hot and sweaty and figured that the swim would feel good. I stripped out of my clothes and pulled on my swim trunks. Then I sat on the bed watching Colette put on her new swimsuit. Like the spandex panties, her suit was some sort of miracle material, which was designed to make her look thinner. I’d seen ads for those kinds of things on television, but had always figured them to be a gimmick. Now, watching it in action, I was amazed at how well it worked. She had to push and tuck her body into position, but as the suit was stretched over her ass and belly, it seemed to pull her in, eliminating the bulges. The lumps and bumps of flesh became streamlined and her love handles simply disappeared. "Wow, that is impressive," I said convincingly. With it on, she twisted and turned trying out how it felt. "It doesn’t feel bad. I mean, I can feel it squishing me, but it’s not uncomfortable. In fact, I like the way it supports me," she confirmed. "How do I look?" "You look great, but that should be no surprise," I complemented her. "I mean, do I dare walk out in from of people? Do I look passable, or do I still look like a balloon?" she searched for assurance. "Honestly? Your bigger than you used to be, but you look great. If people hadn’t seen you before, they wouldn’t have a second thought. You’re a great looking woman with a beautiful body." I answered. "But these people know what I used to look like. You should have heard my sisters in the car. They were relentless," she sounded discouraged. "Well, you are here and you have every right to be yourself and take a swim. What they think shouldn’t really be your problem. It’s not as if there is something that you can do at the moment to change the situation. You have your magic suit, which does a very good job of making you look slimmer. I think you should just go with it," I said, trying to build her confidence. "I was so worried about how I would look in this suit, I didn’t eat much at lunch," she tried to suggest. I gave her a look that I wasn’t really buying that. As far as I could tell, both from having watched her eat two of my pieces of sandwich, after finishing the food on her own plate, and seeing the way that her belly projected forward with her food baby, it didn’t seem as if she had suffered at lunch. "Don’t give me that look. You have no idea. I am so hungry these days, I could have eaten a lot more. It’s as if there is this big, hollow tank in my belly that just doesn’t feel full with a normal serving," she complained. I thought twice before saying that she does have a big hollow tank for a belly and that I could easily imagine it taking a lot more food to fill that thing, since it didn’t seem like that would help the moment. "You should eat what you feel like," I encouraged. "I think the worst thing that a person can do is work up a case of feeling deprived." "Trust me, I should not be eating what I feel like right now," she stated with strange conviction. "I don’t seem to have any normal bounds and eating what I feel like could turn into an embarrassing display. I don’t need my family watching me stuff my fat face. It’s already weird being like this in front of them. I feel embarrassed just eating. I can just imagine the reaction, if I were to sit myself down at the table inside and finish the equivalent of three or four hero sandwiches and several pints of salad. Sitting there with my big, bloated belly hanging between my blubbery thighs. Not the image I want them to see. "I think you are a little crazy at the moment," I suggested with care in my voice. "First, your imagination is getting the better of you. There is no way that you could have finished all of that food, or even made much of a dent in it. I’m concerned that you’re worried about something that just isn’t a problem." "You don’t know," Colette cried with tears forming in her eyes. "I have been eating a lot more than you know. You’re already criticizing me for eating the four pieces of sandwich that you saw me eat. What if I told you I had three more pieces hiding in the kitchen? Sure, maybe you are right, that I couldn’t have actually eaten the other 12 pieces that were left, but what worries me is that, if it wasn’t for other people being around, I probably would have tried. I just feel so hungry all of the time. You don’t know." I went over to her and held her. "Stop crying. There is nothing for you to be worried about. This is just some kind of adjustment that you’re going though. You are fine." I continued to hold her, trying to reassure her, although the thought that she had actually eaten more in the kitchen was surprising. I had eaten four pieces and had felt full. She had almost eaten twice as much as me and was claiming that she would have been willing to keep going, if it weren’t for the risk of embarrassment. "This is the end of the summer. We have two more days after today before you are back at your classes at the CIA. You will be back into your normal groove soon enough. Why don’t you just relax and enjoy yourself. Colette stopped crying, but still sounded very unsure of herself, "But what if I can’t get back into my groove? What if this ‘adjustment’, as you described it is permanent? What if this is how I am now?" She sounded really worried. "You are who you are, which is not something that changes overnight. Somehow, your trip to Europe unleashed some appetite that maybe you had denied before. Maybe you are just experimenting. For so long, you perceived yourself as a dancer, but you have always been so much more than that. Although you got your degree in environmental science, you are currently pursuing your fascination with cooking. You are training to be a pastry chef. I think it would almost be weird if the change from being a dancer to being a pastry chef didn’t also change your approach to your body. It doesn’t have to be anything dramatic, but obviously no longer having to obsess about keeping yourself light while you are immersed in good things to eat, I mean it is pretty understandable that there could be some change in your figure." I presented this as a logical series of facts. "Oh, I don’t know," Colette continued, "It would be one thing if I had put on 5 or maybe even 10 pounds, but I have gained over 50 pounds and, instead of that helping me keep my mouth shut, I seem to think about food all of the time." As I continued to hold her, Colette confessed to some secret eating. "That first day home? I ate almost an entire quart of ice cream. You didn’t notice because I was able to replace it. Then the next day I ate a whole box of those pastries that we bought at Eataly," she continued. "You must have dreamt that," I said soothingly. "The two boxes are still in our apartment. I had them ready to go before we left, but we forgot them." "Trust me. I ate that whole box and then went back to replace it so that you wouldn’t know," she explained. That actually was a bit shocking, but I continued to be supportive. "The only thing that bothers me about that is that you think you need to hide it from me. You don’t have to hide anything from me," I told her. "I don’t want you to think that you have this big fat girlfriend who is out of control, stuffing food into her face as she inflates before your eyes. There is no way you could love that," she said with conviction. "I love you," I answered. "I don’t love you because you are some type. I love you for who you are. There is no need for there to be secrets between us. If you are on some eating jag, then I might as well know. It can’t be good for you to be trying to sneak behind my back to eat a cookie." "A cookie I don’t mind eating in front of you. It is the thought of cleaning out a girl scout’s full order of cookies that I am worried about. I just feel so gross when I am stuffing food in my mouth," she explained. "I don’t think that is how you feel at all," I suggested. "Maybe afterwards you think that, but when you are eating, I doubt that you have that thought in your mind." "You’re right. When I am eating a full quart of ice cream, all I am thinking is ‘this tastes great’, but afterwards, I think of myself as a pig," she said with the tears reappearing. "Well, that’s the problem and the solution," I offered. "You need to unify those two thoughts into one. Enjoy what you are eating and think about how you are going to feel afterwards before eating," I said, sounding very logical. "Oh, you are such a deductive thinker," she said sarcastically. "The perfect little solution." "Well then, how about this," I continued, "How about you don’t hide what you are eating from me?" I suggested. "If we are in this together, there is at least one person who you are not hiding from and who can be in your thoughts like, ‘do I really want to eat that?’ Maybe that will help you feel more relaxed," I suggested with some confidence. "We will see," she responded. "I did hate the idea that I was cheating on you somehow by sneaking around behind your back. I do like that we can be open with each other. We were talking in the car about how Emma’s boyfriend criticizes her for even an extra ounce." "Emma’s boyfriend is gay," I laughed. "His problem is that she has a woman’s body." "I don’t think you should be criticizing anyone for being gay," Colette said seriously. I explained that I am not criticizing him and I certainly have no problem with people who are gay. My freshman year room mate was gay and we are still great friends. "I’m serious. I really think that her boyfriend may be gay, or at least bi," I explained. "It just seems like he is kind of nasty towards women. "That would make him a misogynist, not gay," Colette explained. "Just because a guy is attracted to other guys doesn’t make him anti-female. Emma’s boyfriend is just a certified jerk." I agreed. She was right. "So you don’t have any problem with all of this?" Colette asked gesturing to her rounded body. "No problem at all. You have to be kidding. If you haven’t noticed, you totally turn me on. I love your body," I said with enthusiasm. "But, am I at the top of some limit? Would you like it better if I could drop 30 pounds? What if it takes me a year to get back down to a reasonable weight?" she probed. "You’re not listening to me," I told her. "I like your body right now. With the extra weight. I am totally turned on by you. You don’t need to lose one pound to make me happy." I thought this sounded very reasonable. "But just don’t gain another pound, right," she said, trying to confirm boundaries. I figured that I needed to be very careful with how I answered this. There were no secrets between us, right? "What I am saying is that I love your body thin, fat, and in between. If you gained a pound...If you gained 20 pounds, I doubt that it would change how I feel about you," I offered. "If you gain or lose weight is something that has to do with how you feel and what you want to do. I am there with you, in whichever direction you are headed. I suspect that things will change over the next 80 years and I am in love with you for the long haul," I explained. "Why don’t we take it as it goes and lose the risk of any tension between us, except for the tension that is making it so hard for me to keep my hands off of you," I laughed. She seemed calmed down and we got ready to head down to the pool. In the back of my mind, though, I was having some real challenges with the thought she had put out there that had her gaining more weight. While I wanted her to be happy, and doubted that continuing the current trend was going to make her happy, it did play into those secret thoughts that I had successfully hidden from everyone. Chapter Eighteen I got into my suit, with its magic panels. While it did do a good job of slimming my lines and synching me in. My thicker thighs, wider hips, bigger ass, bigger breasts, and round belly were still very much in evidence. Why did I need to eat so much at lunch. It was still sitting right in my belly and bloating me rounder. Eric was being so good to me. I realized how lucky I was to have a guy who was really just as much in love with me fat as when I was slim. He was being very supportive and I really needed that. We went down to the pool, and I was glad that everyone seemed to be somewhere else, so that I wasn’t on display. Still, as I walked across the deck. I had a towel wrapped loosely around my waist, with the hope that it would prevent anyone from being able to see how big I really was. Probably a dumb idea, since it just added more dimension. Usually it took me a couple of tries to commit to diving in to the water; testing with my toe, stepping in with both feet, and then easing in until I was up to my waist before dropping down to be fully immersed. This time, I walked right across the deck, dropped the towel and dove in. I figured being in the water was the best way to conceal myself. As if I needed a reminder that my body had changed, I was surprised by how much more buoyant I felt in the water. I had never really been able to float before. Now, the extra fat made me feel like an inflatable, able to bob on the top of the water. I floated around in the water for a while, which actually felt really good. Feeling lighter again, I realized how much the extra weight affected the way that my legs felt. The fact that I had become the equivalent of a water balloon was also evident in the water. I could push my hands towards my belly under the water and make my belly wobble simply with the water pressure. A little while later, Emma came out and sat by the pool. I stayed in the water as long as I could, hoping that Emma would leave, but she was there for the duration. Finally, I had to brave it and get out from under cover of the water. Emma watched me climb out of the pool. Unfortunately, I hadn’t exited near my towel and had to walk around the pool to get it. I could feel her eyes riveted on me and I could feel myself blushing. Why was I so embarrassed? I picked up my towel and wrapped it around me. As I walked past her, before getting to the house, she wisecracked, "I think you may have soaked up some of the pool. You’re a water balloon," she laughed. "Look at that belly!" "Better watch it, or I will sit on you," I threatened. "You’d squash me like a grape," Emma continued laughing. I just continued walking, feeling her eyes watch my big butt bounce, as I retreated towards the house. My suit may have been doing a good job holding me in, but it did not conceal my newly rounded form. I could imagine what she would think, if she saw me naked. The suit was holding my belly in by at least two or three inches and it took a lot of the jiggle out of my walk. I got to my room and stripped out of my suit. Like before getting out of my Spanx, the transition from being held in to now hanging out in my full glory seemed to dramatize my fluffiness. It almost felt like, after being constrained by the fabric, my flesh now expanded like dough rising. I wondered if this girdle-like clothing had some physics like factor causing some equal and opposite reaction: squished in a couple of inches caused me to expand out a couple of inches. I knew it had to be my imagination, but it just seemed like I was even blubberier than before, just because I had worn the suit. I took a quick shower, dried off and changed back into my clothes. I pulled my miracle panties on and "poof", my round belly was instantly pulled back into a more acceptable profile. Imagine what could be done with a corset. Eric came into the room and asked me what we should do for the rest of the afternoon. I suggested that we take a bike ride into town. I figured the exercise would do me good. Eric showered and changed and we got out the bikes and headed off. Town is about a three mile ride from my parents and the terrain is flat and easy. We rode at a comfortable pace, but even without pushing it, I was surprised at the extra effort it took to move me down the road. We got into town at around 5:00, which is a fun time on Labor Day weekend in the Hamptons. Town was jambed with people. We stopped into Magic’s Pub and walked through to the Artful Dodger, which is a fun place provided that you don’t mind that the septic system, the bay and the floor all seam to be at about the same elevation. We each had a couple of beers, which tasted great after the bike ride. They had a band and we ended up dancing and having another beer, which was starting to give me a buzz. I was glad to have a boyfriend in a serious relationship. Labor Day weekend is a crazy time for hook ups and desperation. On Memorial Day weekend, all of the girls that come out to the Hamptons are looking for husbands or at least serious relationships. By the Fourth of July, those expectations have dropped to finding a guy for a fun relationship for the summer. By Labor Day weekend, any girl who hasn’t achieved either of the first two desires becomes desperate for a fling so don’t feel that they wasted the summer. There is nothing less attractive than semi-sober girls competing with one another to try to attract guys to have sex with them. I wondered if guys go through the same thing, but I figured that guys are always doing that and this must be the weekend of revenge, when they are the ones that get to pick and choose. After we left the Dodger, I realized that I was starving. A bit embarrassed to be hungry, but with the lower inhibitions that come with several beers, I turned to Eric and suggested that we go across the street for a slice of pizza. "Are you sure?" he questioned. "It’s after 6:00 and we should be having dinner at around 7:30 at your parents." His tone wasn’t judgmental at all, but it wouldn’t have made a difference, even if it was. I was already crossing the street and the simple mention of pizza had started my stomach growling. Eric caught up to me and I explained my objective, "I figure that if I have a slice now, I won’t make a pig of myself in front of my family. It’s taking me longer than I thought it would to get my appetite back to normal. One more beer and I think I would risk losing all control." "Hey, no problem," was Eric’s response, with a very nice smile. There was a line, which means that you have to slowly move along past the displays of pastries. Did I mention that this isn’t really a pizza shop, but a bakery that happens to make the best pizza. Trays of macaroons and eclairs and cookies and elephant’s ears were starting to dance and call out to me, "Eat me, Colette! Eat me!" By the time I got to the counter, I figured I was exhibiting great self-control by ordering only two slices of pizza. Eric had found a table and came up with two waters as I was getting the two slices. I paid and headed to the table. "I’m not really hungry," Eric let me know, assuming the second slice was for him. Great cover! Thanks, Darling. "Oh, I thought you might be so I got one for each of us," I lied. "You should have both, if your really hungry. They’re not that big," Eric offered as justification. Not that big? Certainly not that small either, but both disappeared quickly without effort. It was amazing to me how easy it was for me then to simply scarf down food that several months earlier would have been a challenge. Back then, two slices of pizza would have been a meal. Now it was what I ate between lunch and dinner to keep my appetite at bay. Even after finishing the pizza, the pastries were still chanting, "Colette, Colette." It took a lot of self-control to exit without the temptations breaking down my reserves. We hopped on our bikes and headed back to my family’s place. As I was peddling, I had the distinct sensation of my belly being a round object that simultaneously pushed down, while being jostled by my legs going up and down. How did Jessica Simpson describe it when she was pregnant? "It felt like a bowling ball pushing down on my hoohah!" We were back at the house in plenty of time to have that next beer before dinner. And then another.

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Chapter Twenty One Before lunch, Colette left to walk into town with her mom. Since I was somewhat adrift, Liz and Emma invited me to go out on the boat with them. We fixed sandwiches and packed some beers in the cooler and drove down to the marina where they kept the boat, which is a Boston Whaler. If it had been calmer, it could have been fun to go water skiing. As it was, we simply headed out into the Bay and headed over towards Moriches Inlet. We anchored off on of the sandy islands near the inlet and Liz stripped down to her bikini and dove in to the water. Emma and I thought that looked like a good idea and followed. We spashed around for a while and then swam to the beach. Watching Liz and Emma walk out of the water reminded me of the big change that Colette had gone through. Liz had always been the skinny one. Emma had been the one who needed to watch her weight, tending towards a big ass. Colette had been the dancer. Now she had become the fat one. Walking behind the two girls, it was easy to tell them apart. While they were the same height and similar in basic build, Emma really did have a big butt. I realized that, even with her weight gain, Colette’s butt wasn’t bigger than Emma’s. But both girls had taut bodies and no belly or chub. Colette’s breasts also equaled the two girls put together. We sat in the sun drying off, feeling the warm wind that was keeping the water choppy. I asked the girls if they were ready to return to school. Liz was enthusiastic, but Emma expressed resistance. It was clear that she was not looking forward to the end of the summer. She didn’t live with her boyfriend, but he was a student with her and she would be going back to his world. It wasn’t my business, so I had always stayed out of it, but it was clear that he didn’t really treat her right. It sounded like he was always criticizing her and, when he had come to family functions, my impression of him was that he was an immature and insensitive. He seemed to always be trying to make himself seem cool, too often at Emma’s expense. He didn’t appreciate that she is a beautiful woman, wide hips, big butt and all. That was just the way that she was built and she kept herself in very good shape. I sometimes wondered if Emma would be happier if she relaxed a little bit about her constant diet and gave up the struggle to keep herself too thin. In the effort to control her ass, she dieted to an extreme, keeping the rest of her body too thin. I guess I also sometimes wondered how she would fill out, if she gave up the diet. If the rest of her body caught up to her ass, she would have a generous figure. Liz started questioning Emma about her apprehension over going back to school. Emma made it clear that it wasn’t school that she was worried about, It was Johnny, her boyfriend. She was feeling really good about herself and was apprehensive about seeing him. The way that she spoke made it clear that she was fully aware of the way that his attitude affected her. "Can I ask a question?" Liz posed. "Why are you with that guy?" "Well, I guess the dumb answer is because he is my boyfriend," Emma answered. "But if he doesn’t make you feel good about yourself, what is the point?" Liz continued. "We have had good times. He’s not awful," Emma defended herself. "All I ever hear about is that he doesn’t like this or that about you. That you have to do this of that to make him happy. And that, in the end, you seem to always feel like you have failed. What does he do for you? Do you have your own this’s and that’s?" Liz was really pushing her point. I waded in, but carefully. I didn’t want it to seem like we were ganging up on Emma. "Emma, you’re a great girl and drop dead gorgeous. I have to believe that you could have your pick of guys at school. What is it about Johnny that keeps you with him?" Emma thought for a minute and answered, "I guess I am scared to change things. He and I have been together for the two years I have been at school. Everyone knows us as Emma and Johnny, or maybe Johnny and Emma. We met in the first month that I got there." "That doesn’t answer my question," I pushed softly. "What is it about him that you like? Whenever I see you together, it always seems that he is either ignoring you, criticizing you, or making fun of you." "It’s not that bad. You’re exaggerating," Emma answered, trying to insert a tone of conviction in her voice. "Actually, it kind of is. I see it the same as Eric. Johnny seems to think that he is free to say nasty things to you in front of us, and it pisses me off." "What was the deal in June when we were all out here before Colette left for Europe? All I remember was Johnny ranking on you that you better not gain any weight over the summer while you were apart. What’s his obsession?" I asked. "He’s just really body conscious," Emma answered. "I mean, he’s like in perfect shape. He works out five days a week. Have you seen his abs?" "I think he a narcissist," Liz proclaimed. "It’s not like he is an athlete. He works out so that he can look like that. I also have news for you. There is an expiration date stamped on those abs. Johnny is Italian. I’ve seen a lot of Italian guys start out like they are carved in marble when they are young, but you don’t see many Italian men that look like that when they get older. They either turn into little skinny guys and look like they are falling apart or big bloated guys who look like are going to pop. Johnny is going to be the big bloated guy before he is 30." The way that Liz made this prediction revealed a lot of anger towards Johnny. I figured that I would try to balance her position so that Emma wouldn’t be too defensive. "On of the things that I find amusing is how people in their teens and young 20s seem to have an attitude that they will always be young and perfect. The real world shows us that isn’t the way that it really is. People can still be good looking when they get older, but age affects everyone." I could tell that both Emma and Liz were really paying attention. "I think what Liz is trying to say is that Johnny is writing checks with his attitude that he is not going to be able to cash. The idea that he criticizes you for the way that you look is just stupid. You are a beautiful woman and you should be with someone who understands that and appreciates you." Emma looked like she was going to start to cry. I wasn’t aware of how this must have been affecting her. It became clear in our discussion about how abusive her boyfriend was towards her, particularly about her body and the size of her ass. "Johnny is always telling me that no one could love me if I didn’t keep myself thin. I’ve got this butt that seems to have a mind of its own and it doesn’t want to cooperate. I work out hard to keep toned and I am always careful about what I eat, but I think this is as small as it gets. It’s just the way I’m built. It’s not fair. How did my sisters get the little butt genes?" "I don’t know if you have noticed, but Colette’s butt isn’t so small anymore," Liz laughed. "But your’s is and Colette’s was until she gained 500 pounds in Europe," Emma responded, letting a smile break through. I sat there not saying anything for a few minutes just listening to the two of them talk. I knew that questions were going to come to me eventually, but I didn’t want to be the one instigating a discussion about Colette. Emma seemed to be building up a resolve about her relationship with Johnny and the fact that he really was a bad guy, regardless of his perfect abs. Liz was pushing Emma to actually make a decision to break up with Johnny when she got back to school and turned to me for support. "Eric, give us the guy’s perspective." "I already said what I thought," I explained. "Johnny doesn’t deserve a girl like Emma. She needs to be with someone who loves her for who she is." "In spite of my big butt," Emma decreed. "Actually, not in spite of it, but just happy with it," I explained. "Or maybe even because of it," Liz offered. "No guy is going to be attracted to a girl because she has a fat ass," Emma said cynically. "Actually, there are a lot of guys who do like girls with big butts. What about that song years ago that was exactly about that?" Liz pointed out. "That was just sarcastic," Emma said. "It was a joke song." Liz disagreed, "You’ve just bought into a whole bunch of nonsense. Lots of guys look for girls who are bigger. Think of the fixation on girls with big tits. There are guys who have the same obsession with big butts." "No guys that I have met," Emma answered. "You’ve said it yourself," I explained. "You’ve been with Johnny the whole time that you’ve been in school. He’s so possessive I can easily understand guys not wanting to talk you up when he is around. Think about yesterday at the bar. You didn’t notice a group of guys drooling over you?" "They were looking at Liz," Emma said unconvincingly. "Yeah, right. It looked to me that you had your own little cheering section when you were dancing. All three of you are great dancers," I proclaimed. "Okay. I’m not saying that I have made any decision about Johnny, but I am ready to tell him to lighten up on the criticism," Emma agreed. "What about you?" Liz asked looking at me. "What about me?" "How do you feel about your girlfriend becoming the Pillsbury dough girl over the summer?" "I don’t know what your talking about," I said smiling, at which they both broke up laughing. "I’m going to pull the boat in to the shore so that we can have lunch," I suggested to interrupt the discussion. I swam out, pulled up the anchor, and swam the boat into the beach. We took out the cooler and set up a little picnic. As we were eating, Emma returned to the question. "You haven’t answered us. How are you dealing with how fat Colette has gotten? I appreciate that you are no Johnny, but you had to be pretty surprised. I know we both were. I never would have thought that she would let herself go like that. She has always been the most disciplined of the three of us." "I’m not sure what you want me to say. Yes, I noticed that she gained some weight, which I think would have been impossible not to do, given what she was there for," I answered. "It’s not any kind of a problem for us, though." "Sure, as long as she loses it quickly," Emma laughed. "Actually, that is up to her," I made it clear. "As far as I am concerned, she is beautiful, and not in spite of her weight." "Your serious," Liz asked, looking hard into my eyes for signs that I was just being politically correct. "You would be okay with her, if she decided that she wasn’t going to lose the weight anytime soon?" "I want her to be healthy and happy," I answered. "I actually think that girls do damage to themselves by trying to stay too thin. As we were saying earlier, things change as people change. I love Colette with the belly and without the belly." "Or maybe you just like her humongous jugs," Liz said laughing, causing me to blush. "See! He’s starting to blush. It is her breasts?" Emma taunted. "No, it is not any one part of her body. And certainly, not her breasts," I corrected them. "I do find it a bit weird to be talking about my girlfriend’s body with her two sisters. Maybe I can have a conversation about it with your mom and dad when we get back to the house," I said sarcastically "We’re just asking how you - a typical guy - feels about your girlfriend - our sister - getting fat. You just told Emma how you agreed with me that Johnny is an idiot for how he fixates on the size of her ass. Where are you about Colette’s European adventure and the impact that it has had on her figure?" Liz asked. "I believe you when you say that it doesn’t make you love her less, but what does it do to your desire for her. I am talking sex here, if you are confused." Now I was really getting flushed, and there wasn’t anything that I could do about it. Carefully, I answered, "I think this is a bit personal, but I will tell you that I think Colette looks great right now. I have no complaints about her body and I am not suggesting that she needs to lose weight. That is up to her. And we have a great sex life." "Are there any more like you back home?" Emma asked. "A guy that doesn’t care that his girlfriend who had the perfect figure is now a chub. You almost make it sound as if you like her body." "It’s just different. It is still Colette. I love her," I declared. "Aw, that’s so sweet," exclaimed Emma. "I’m not so sure," Liz said with a kind of inquisitive tone. "He said he thinks she looks great right now. I think I would have expected a bit more ‘her weight doesn’t matter to me’ attitude. He said she looks great. I wonder," Liz let this linger for a moment. "Wonder what? If he’s sincere? I buy it. I think Eric is a real guy and I want to find one just like him who will accept my ass just as it is," Emma said. "Its from Bridget Jones. He likes her just the way she is." "No. That’s not what I am wondering," explained Liz. "What if that meant you’d be looking for a guy who likes you because you have a big butt and who wouldn’t mind it if was bigger." She said this in a way that revealed she had something in mind. "Eric, do you think you could be an FA?" "What’s an FA?" I asked, trying to sound like I had never heard the term before. "A guy who is attracted to woman who are fat," Liz answered like a detective following a clue. "That’s crazy," answered Emma. "Like Eric has been with Colette for a couple of years waiting for her to go to Europe to get fat. Doesn’t make any sense. How do you know about these fat people likers?" "You know my roommate, Susan?" Liz asked Emma. "Yes, she is a big girl. Bigger than the new Colette. People think of you as the number 10 with you being the 1 and she being the 0," Emma chuckled. "Ever wonder why she never talks about dieting or losing weight and always seems willing to have another slice?" Liz continued. "I figured because she just loves to eat," Emma answered stating what she assumed to be the obvious. "You like to eat, but you diet all of the time and freak out if you think you gained a pound. And that’s in part due to Johnny being afraid of you getting fat. Probably because he wouldn’t want you on his arm if you were. It would ruin his image," Liz explained. "What if Johnny felt the opposite way? What if he liked you fatter?" "Like that would happen," Emma answered with sarcasm. "Susan’s boyfriend is a fat admirer - an FA. He loves to watch her eat. She actually has to be careful to avoid eating when she is not with him to avoid turning into a total blimp," Liz continued. "She is a blimp," Emma said, with a tone that sounded like she didn’t get it. "No. If she gave in to her boyfriend’s fantasy, she could be twice that size. She’d be like 400 pounds. She and I talk about it. Her boyfriend is even willing to talk about it in front of me. It is a match made in heaven for her, provided that she can control the situation and not lose control to him. He jokes about wanting her to get so fat he would have to wait on her." "So I have a boyfriend who hates fat and Susan has a boyfriend who loves fat. They both sound nuts," Emma commented, still puzzled by Liz’s point. "I am just wondering if our friend here Eric could have some of that FA tendency," Liz posed. "You know I am sitting here, right?" I said to Liz. surprised that she would be talking like this in front of me. "Well, for our sister’s sake, I hope he has a little bit of that tendency, because she sure did get fat," Emma said, with both of them cracking up with laughter. Liz zeroed in on me again. "So, Eric? Any chance that you are a closet FA?" "Sure," I answered trying to sound completely insincere. "I am a fat admirer and I have been secretly waiting for Colette to gain weight. How do you get from my thinking that she’s a good looking woman regardless of her size to where I am a feeder who wants her to get fatter?" I asked. Suddenly, there was a flicker in Liz’s eyes like she had really discovered something, but she dropped it just as quickly. "Enough talk about my fat sister. I’m going to have another sandwich," Liz announced. I sat there realizing that I had used the word "feeder". I wondered how much Liz really knew about fat admirers and whether that flicker was her somehow seeing inside me to something that no one else in the world knew. I was grateful that she had dropped it, but I got a sense that the discussion was not finished. We cleaned up and got everything back into the boat. We decided to take a ride out to the inlet and then headed back for home. I pretended that none of that discussion had unnerved me, but I could sense that there had been a connection between Liz and me that was maybe embarrassing to her as well; like she had learned a secret that she didn’t need to know. As we rode back on the choppy water, I tried to keep my eyes off of Emma’s round butt bouncing with the boat. If she did ever relax her obsession with staying slim, she could have a great looking body. Maybe even as nice as Colette’s.

That “side by side” for a little perspective. Wow.

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I've been stuffing again. Getting fat feels so good...

Gotta love a fat girl in a bikini!

My last chance to wear my winter pajamas. Can you tell that I can’t wait for the seasons to change?

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Flashpoint

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Only other one i know in H S So this is kinda funny my buddys mom was the Art teacher at our school and its funny because we chilled with this kid like every other day.. So Anyways This week in Art class we had a lot of free period so we could do what we want. So this day was unbelievable hot. She said tomorrow we are going to have a open Mic day meaning we could just play music bring in snacks and auch.. So the class brought in lots of treat to share. So as were all just chatting she was munching away on snacks. Well as the class went on she was grading our music exams well she did her thing. She went to grab some more cookies and 2 of my friends noticed the top button was undone on her khaki pants.. As she walked over to the table of treats she grabbed like 5 cookies a plate of chips and these likelittle sandwiches.. so as the class is coming to an end we take our seats and she is at her desk finishing her 4 th plate of food the bell rings i go up to her and say didyou enjoy the double chocolate cookie my mom made she said yes it isnt evident as she laughs.. Here is the good part Me and my friends were all supposed to go to this kids house that day and he said yo lets chill in the game room so we did at dudes house. Well this lady being the mom of our friend and Art teacher was home so i get there firstbefore my other friends so we can set up game room. Well this is truly unreal what happened. She is in the kitchen making another plate of food as im grabbing chips and stuff for gamenight anyway She goes to sit down at the tabel and lets out this loud burrrrrrrrp i laugh she laughs and i take a seat start chatting with her about our guy art talent or lack of lol... So she digs in and half way through the plate we both hear like something hitting the floor we look around right next to her foot is the button to her pants and she says to me I guess i need new pants lol. I laughing and in my mind like if you were not my friends mom lol.. Well it gets better she finished the plate and gets up no shame in her game she then goes and gets a bowl of ice cream and comes back to sit down now mind you my friend is getting ready for the guys to come by and im just chilling.. Having convo with his mom lol.. She goes to sit down and eat her ice cream and lets out another huge burrrrrrrrp... As she finished that she sits for a few and says the single hottest thing i heard that month lol. I need help to my chair in living room would you mind. I say no i was like close to this fam so i didn't care as we are walking to the living room one last burrrrrrrrp again. The cool part was she was wearing a thong you could see it when clear when her belly was on display. She then said tell (my friend name) i will be napping here so no bass tonight hun as i walked away to answer door for our friends she asked could i grab her the chips for later so she wasn't getting up. She was seen at school by me the next day and said i gained 6 lbs in one day no wonder that button gave out lol.. i laughed so hard and said it happens.. Well that was all i have on her.. If you need a description She is 5'8 Big belly Brunette hair i would say C Boobs and a big butt. I dont see this friend anymore he moved away and his whole family followed him and his wife to i think Az so hope you enjoy the read !

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Hey everyone. Finally finished my new story, it’s up on my deviant art page. Thanks. https://www.deviantart.com/jake27/art/When-It-Finally-Catches-Up-With-You-782831930

looks like her boobs are getting bigger too.

Sorry about the suspense! It was my birthday and I took a break from writing to hang out with this adorable Jamaican girl I met. You understand, don't you? 😉😁 Chapter Thirty-Five Day by day, the intense training continued. Candace and I would finish each day coated in salt from layers of dried sweat from an inhuman training regimen meant to maximize our gainz while taking advantage of a full day for working out. It felt as if the only thing holding us back was the elasticity of our own stomachs. If your stomach can only hold so much food, that’s your limit for growth no matter how many deadlifts and squats you do. Together, we would push each other to eat and I learned that each stomach is special. For example, I couldn’t binge on greasy food, but Candace absolutely loved pizza, so she tended to eat it twice as fast as I could. This would’ve meant that we would eat something else, but I suggested eating it again (for her sake). It was the most I could do before she insisted to go back to cooking our own food. And how Candace could cook! She always experimented by googling strange dishes from all over the world to try her hand at. Fortunately, we had enough variety of ingredients in the pantry to make my eyes water, so we rarely had to cut corners on the baking. I use “we” because she was cooking so much food for the both of us that she had trouble doing it by herself, so I started helping (and snacking on unbaked dough). I started feeling good about my own cooking skills, but I knew I would be completely lost without the directions on a box or Candace’s frantic directions. Seeing Candace struggle to fill her belly to the point of taughtness every night was far more erotic than I realized. At one point, I nearly fed her myself when she couldn’t bring herself to eat any more bites, but at the last second, she pushed the spoon away and insisted she needed to concentrate on not throwing up her gainz. Unfortunately, this seemed logical, so I never tried it again. I did, however, rub her back as we chilled together and watched TV. In the gym, everyone had advice for how I could lift. Eric and Rick were regulars, advising everything from my grip to whether I should max out my reps. Even Benjamin dropped by once to see how I was doing. Hannah tried to chime-in as well once, but when she started talking about how she centred her head on the squat rack, Candace and I laughed so hard that she pouted and stormed-off for a “water break.” Every night, when it came time to sleep, I would sneak glances at her rounded belly. It was almost a perfect dome at this time – the moment of the day when it was fullest. Again and again, I yearned to fondle and massage it, but each time I chickened-out and opted to sort of sidle next to her and wedge myself under her thigh so that I could feel her weight on top of me. Unfortunately, she hated sleeping like this, so I had to be sly and pretend to be asleep when I did my little manoeuvre. Plus, my leg would fall asleep with the pressure, so I could only do it for so long. Maybe – I thought each night – next time I would be brave enough to hold her full belly… “You ready for this?” I asked Candace. She pursed her lips and tugged her sports bra back into place. It was getting hard to find any that were big enough for her twins, and no matter what, they moved like living creatures with each step. They had also grown enough to fill G-cups by now, and supporting them with any kind of bra made them look ginormous. “Why are you asking?” she frowned. “This is literally the easiest thing for us to do all month.” “I mean, you’ve never weighed yourself since I met you,” I shrugged. “Plus, you look kind of upset.” “I’m just sad we can’t work out today,” she waved my concerns away with a flick of her wrist (and a wobble in her chest). “I mean, it makes sense. The contest is tomorrow, so we want to be rested and –” “I know Cody. Let’s just weigh ourselves, okay?” “I’ll go first,” I offered, trying to ease her attitude. With a deep breath, I stepped on the scale. Last time I had done this, it was the first day I had ever met my fiancé. Now that I was weighing myself again, I suddenly felt nervous. There was no reason to be nervous; I knew I’d be over two hundred pounds… right? There’s no way I could be any less… Two hundred twenty-one. Eyes wide, I inhaled with a slight sense of shock. Was I really this big? How much did Arnold Schwarzenegger weigh when he did Pumping Iron? I felt Candace’s fingers spidering their way around my biceps. This was something she did when she was horny. I couldn’t help but smile. “My my,” she cooed. “Someone’s been working out,” she rubbed my arms slowly, but stopped when Eric glanced over at us from the water fountain. “I never imagined I’d be this strong someday,” I said awkwardly. “Well?” Candace leaned over to look at me directly. “How long are you going to stand there? Hook me up.” “Oh, I’ll hook you up,” I said as I stepped down. “Easy terminator. Give a girl some space until she gets to the bedroom, alright?” She called me the Terminator! I swooned with pride as I watched her position herself on the scale. Her hips overhung the contraption from both sides. I reflected on their shape as the scale calculated her size. Each girl had a slightly different set of hips. Some had love handles. Some arched around the butt – or even below it. Candace, however, was godly. Her hips curved long and gloriously, from her knees, past her rounded ass and ended slightly below her well-nourished boobs. The peak of their arch rested proudly above where her pelvis would’ve been if it wasn’t buried so deeply within such sumptuous flesh. I desperately wished to rest my hands on them and give her a heartfelt, quizzical squeeze, but there were too many witnesses around us. She stood still atop that scale; her body blocked my view of the reading. The silence was rather painful. “I’m dying of anticipation,” I said, leaning over her shoulder. She took a deep breath. “I made it.” “Yes!” I hugged her whole-heartedly while trying to glance at the scale. “Um… by how much?” “By enough… why do you ask?” she asked suspiciously. “Like, you aren’t too close to two hundred are you? Hopefully you got a comfortable lead so you don’t accidentally go under tomorrow.” “Oh, it’s a good lead alright,” Candace hastily stepped off the scale as Eric and Rick elbowed each other by the water fountain. In spite of Eric and Rick’s proximity, I tightened my grip around her body and gave her cheek a kiss. “You’re beautiful.” “Thanks…” Candace craned her neck away from me. “No, really,” I insisted, strangely emboldened by the act of weighing ourselves. “You’re amazing. I wish you knew how hot you were.” “It’s okay Cody,” Candace sighed. “I know what you’re doing. It’s okay. I’ll win this contest, no problem. Just you wait.” “Oh, I’ll wait alright,” I grinned. “For tonight. When we go to bed.” “Ugh,” Candace rolled her eyes. “You’re a freak sometimes.” I could tell that she was loosening-up under my barrage of love. “A superfreak. Well… Benjamin said no working-out today. How about we go home early and…” I didn’t have anything more to say, actually. Hopefully she took the bait. “We still have to train Hannah in a few minutes.” “Oh,” I deflated. “I forgot.” “It’s going to be so weird not doing any reps with her… maybe I can sneak a little one in if –” “No, Candace, don’t you dare! I won’t let you! We got to win this thing!” “Ugh. Fine. Pussy.” At last, the day of the contest arrived. The city’s conference centre had been rented out for the event, and the entire parking lot was packed with bodybuilders, their families, their friends, and plenty of onlookers. As a matter of fact, I had to park almost a full city block away and Candace was pissed. “I hate this,” she said as she grabbed my hand softly. “What, the crowds?” “My thighs are brushing together,” she grumbled as her hips swayed step by step. Now that she mentioned it, I glanced down at her ripe lower body and admired her hypnotic, steady gait. I could hear her thighs swishing back and forth against each other. “It’s not uncomfortable, is it?” I asked. “You’re not chafing, are you?” “No, nothing like that. These yoga pants are doing their job. It just feels annoying.” “It doesn’t look annoying,” I bumped hips with her, delighting in how I bounced off her. “Down, boy,” she squeezed my hand a little harder. “There’s people watching.” Speaking of people, Eric spotted us as we began to enter the building. He immediately ran up to us, grinning from ear to ear. “Cody!” he shook my hand. “Candace,” he added with a wink, a hint of caution in his voice as Candace simmered. “What’s up Eric?” I said cordially. “Is that a new tattoo?” “Nah man,” he flexed his arm for emphasis. “Just wearing the tank top for the intimidation factor. Got more tats under here than a hooker can count.” I laughed quickly before Candace could get too pissed at me. “Where’s Rick?” “He’s signing-up over there,” Eric nodded towards a table on the far side of the bustling crowd. “Hey, so first of all, don’t forget to sign-up so you aren’t disqualified. Also, we’re representing our gym out here, so we’re on the same team.” “Hell yeah,” I said politely. However, a red flag began waving in my head. This wasn’t a team event; it was individual effort. What was he trying to pull on me? Eric circled his head nonchalantly, subtly gesturing around the whole room. “So what do you think? These people around us are the ones you got to worry about.” “They look pretty big,” I nodded, slightly intimidated. “That means they’re slow,” Eric swept his hand dramatically. “All slow muscle – all show. We’re going for reps here, not weight.” “But there are different weights,” I said. “Candace, you said so, right?” “No – yes,” Eric stuttered. “Each weight class is doing the same weight for their reps. You and me – and you too Candace – we’re in the mid-weight class. Two hundred to two-hundred fifty pounds, that’s all we got to worry about…” “We get it Eric, thank you,” Candace grumbled. “Come on Cody, let’s sign-up before there’s any more distractions.” “Right,” I said as she started dragging me by the hand. “Uh… thanks for the pro tip, Eric.” “Yeah, I’ll see you two later!” Candace didn’t let go of my hand as she pulled me towards the sign-in desk. “Candace, you don’t have to pull me.” “Trust me on this one,” she tightened her grip and quickened her pace, hips swaying with each wide gait. “Eric’s up to something.” “You always say that,” I noted. “But getting us into the contest was his idea, you know.” “He wanted you in the contest. I already explained this to you. Also, I know him very well. He’s a crafty douchbag. Every time he’s thinking of some prank, he does this thing with his left eyebrow…” “Seriously? Candace, let’s be real. What could he do at this point?” “Trust me Cody. Trust no one else!” “Alright…” Then Candace accidentally bumped into Rick like a beach ball against a volleyball net. “Dammit,” she muttered. “Oh hey girl,” Rick scratched his head in a way that stuck his beefy chest out. “You aren’t cutting the line, are you? It starts behind me.” “Right,” Candace frowned. “Come on Cody…” “Good luck you two!” he grinned. When we finally got in the back of the line, Candace’s whole body was twitching with energy. “You okay Candace?” I asked. “Trust… no one,” she stared at me intensely. I looked into her wild glare, thinking of a way to sooth her worries. What I saw was that inner fire that I had fallen in love with the first day I met her. All the hidden rage and intensity that made her so different from other girls I’d fancied all my life. This sadistic streak – Hulk Candace – was coming out as the contest neared. Faced with this, no words came to me. Instead, I sighed happily and leaned down for a kiss. I felt Candace’s body jump with surprise as I felt for her lips, but a quick breath was all she needed to regain her confidence. Her lips found mine as her arms lifted and wrapped me tightly against her soft chest. I felt her shallow breaths against my chest and could feel her heart pounding in her triceps. When we parted for breath, I felt the entire room watching with admiration and jealousy. “Are you ready for this?” I asked comfortingly, rubbing her arms. “I can’t wait to get this over with,” she huffed. “What’s wrong?” I asked. “You’re stronger than I am – you got this!” “Oh, I’m going to win, don’t worry,” she blinked rapidly with bated breath. “It’s just that I overdid it.” “Honey, I told you, you look amazing.” “No, not that. I took too much pre-workout.” My eyes widened. “You’ve never taken pre-workout – not since I’ve met you.” “I know. I hate it. I prefer natural supplements. But I figured if we’re going to win a contest, one time can’t hurt…” “No wonder you’re so paranoid.” “Cody. I have concerns. Legitimate concerns. One is Rick and Eric. The other is the fact that I can feel my heart beating in my neck.” “It’s okay,” I patted her solid shoulders. “You’re just not used to stimulants. You don’t even drink coffee or soda. Your body’s just accelerated from zero to one hundred real quick,” at this, I leaned in until I was inches from her. “They’ll never know what hit them.” This time, she reached up and kissed me.

she looks huge in the newest vid but a large portion shes just sitting and talking. Still looks great either way Potential screencap material in the beginning where she walks and clenches from excited at stuff, around 1:02 mark.

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Is it summer yet??? I miss tan lines and margaritas!!!

Good Morning My Curvage Family!! 🐷🐷🐷 lets face it! ive always been adorably chubby... pics from 2-3 years ago!

I posted one recently in the delectable observations thread about an old teacher who was a big woman (maybe a UK size 20-22) who got pregnant and grew a huge belly which she used to show off in under bump trousers & short tight tops that rode up showing her stretchmarks and the fatty underbelly that she retained below her bump. I also remember an instance where she unbuttoned her really tight grey trousers in class (before she got pregnant). I also remember a trainee music teacher who must have had a recent gain as all her trousers were too tight giving her a delicious muffin top that showed through the clingy jumpers she used to love wearing

There's a new video of Carmen.Here is a new photo) I wonder if it's special effects or does miss Carmen really know how to enlarge her belly at will?)This is already a superpower)

Did an all day stuffing yesterday as I was doing some chores, groceries and such. I was done eating at about 1 AM and was sweating so much that I decided on a refreshing shower.. I think I did pretty well 💕