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Got some great news at work today so I celebrated with a cheeseburger and thought I'd share 😘

My progress so far 😻🐷

Same lingerie, 1 year apart

Hello I'm bella. I will be posting lots of belly pics. Enjoy!

Wow when you look at those side by side you can really see how much she's grown - thanks for sharing these amazing pics!

Good night guys!! Looking for some love and encouragement! Please leave a comment!

OH MY...!!

sweatpants dat camel toe

💙Valentine

Here's some shots from today's episode. Some of the best content so far I think.

Hello fellow curvy lovelies and curvy lovers! I just signed up last night and am a nervous newbie but I've been told this is a place of love and encouragement which is what I could use right now so here it goes! I was shown the feedee world last year in April and it came at just the right time. Gaining has been a way for me to take my body back and learn to love it again after an emotionally abusive ex and a lifetime of self doubt and being told I'm too fat! So for the last year I've been gaining on purpose, enjoying food and enjoying my body again! I'm still nervous about the weight gain and have hit a roadblock so I would really appreciate some encouragement to keep going! Please enjoy my before and after picture of me at my skinniest and now! [emoji9]

She’s definitely put on a few pounds since the photo in the grey top. Hope it keeps up

WIDE...

If you think about it, it's REALLY hard to feed a woman anything. If anyone has any tips, I'm all ears. Jason, of course, has to figure it out all on his own. Chapter Three My time had come; my moment was now. Time to text Anna and attempt feeding her again. Yeah… right now. As soon as I figured out how to word this proposal. Proposal? I just wanted to eat with her again, not offer a ring! Damn. My thumb rubbed my Hex Ring as I absentmindedly stared at my messaging app. How do you text a girl and ask her out without being creepy? What if she took it the wrong way? What if I was overthinking it? Alright… my time had come; my moment was now… After two minutes of deliberation, I finally took a deep breath and shot her a text. That was a good time! Want to eat lunch together too? “And now we wait,” I muttered. I waited a long time. I watched more Youtube videos, read the news, got bored, and finally walked back to the Student Union to play Call of Duty on the TV’s over there. I could’ve played it on my laptop, but a TV was better and I didn’t own one. Plus, I could check out a copy of Black Ops, which I also didn’t own. Two hours later, and I had died at level nine of Nazi Zombies. I checked my phone for the seventh time. No reply yet. Shit. Should I have worded it differently? Could I salvage this situation with a double-text? Double-texts were very risky by nature; I didn’t want to look too thirsty. But I had to figure out this situation more than anything. I decided to go for it. Or dinner. If it’s more convenient, I mean. The second message was sent, and I was immediately overcome with regret. I shouldn’t have done that… It was now noon, and my phone hadn’t vibrated once. I unlocked it and stared at my messages. It said “seen at 11:14am.” Fuck. Now I really had screwed this up! Despair threatened to overcome me, but I shook it away with the power of positivity. “There’s other fish in the sea,” I nodded, turning off the TV and retrieving the Black Ops disk. “Twelve hundred of them. On an island with me… this’ll be like shooting fish in a barrel…” Speaking of which, there was a girl walking towards the chow hall right there! It was Natalie, a girl I met in Tae Kwon Do classes. She was wearing short-shorts and a white T-shirt, which showed-off her thin, muscled limbs. She was the kind of girl to change her hair colour every month, but for now her hair was bleached white. “Hey Natalie!” I said, trying to hide my desperation. “Oh hey Jason,” she said with a friendly smile. “What’s up? Enjoying your Saturday?” “Uh, yeah,” I managed not to stutter. “Um… are you heading to the chow hall? To eat?” She looked at me like I had cat-called her. “Yes? Why?” “I’m… I’m going down too. Want to eat with me?” She laughed. “You can come eat with me if you want. I’m sitting with my Big today.” Oh right. Natalie was a sorority chick. “Sure. Let me check this disc back in and I’ll head down and find you.” “Okay, see you Jason!” A few minutes later, and I was standing awkwardly in the midst of the dining hall with a plate of food in each hand. There were more people eating than before, and all were girls, of course. The jocks were eating in a far corner all to themselves, the cheerleaders had staked a claim on a couple tables by the windows, still in their uniforms (probably practicing their routines in the morning), and each sorority was seated in their own little corners, with nerds and loners filling-in all the gaps between the groups. I spotted Natalie’s white mane a few tables away, and I hurried over, thankful that she was so easy to spot. “Hey Natalie,” I said, seeing several girls glance up at me. “Jason,” she smiled. “Damn. Two plates? You working out?” “I, uh, got you one,” I placed one of my food-laden plates by her own. “Me? Thanks…” she frowned. “I got my own food, but okay.” I glanced around the circular table. Each chair had a sorority chick seated on it, but maybe I could pull another one over and squeeze in. I looked at Natalie and caught her Big whisper something in her ear as another girl quickly darted her eyes away from me. I could feel the awkwardness in the air as if it were made of a fine mist. “Alright, let’s see here,” I grabbed an empty chair and dragged it over. “I’ll just sit in this space over here…” There wasn’t enough room next to Natalie anymore; not with two girls whispering and laughing silently in her ear now. I knew they were laughing at my expense. I couldn’t hear any of the words, but I could easily guess. Stalker Jason’s got the hots for Natalie. Better watch out. I bet he drugged that food he got for you. Oh shit, that is what they were saying, wasn’t it? I silently ate my food, thinking of it. It was a mistake to try doing anything with Natalie, wasn’t it? This whole situation was just reinforcing the bad rumours spinning around me. They’d be laughing about me all day long. Had Natalie even touched the plate I gave her? Didn’t look like it. This sucked. I couldn’t finish my food fast enough. I managed to smile weakly and excuse myself with some lame excuse about needing to study. Oh, and Anna still hadn’t texted me yet. Frustrated and ashamed, I wandered my way through campus like a lost mountain goat. These long walks were the best way for me to think about the big picture. Nothing out here could distract my mind from attempting to solve my life’s problems. In any case, the crisp scent of fir trees and the salt of the sea was very relaxing. My mini-adventure took me past the football field, where the cheerleading team was stretching their legs to get ready for afternoon practice. I eyed their bare midriffs, chiselled abs, and ample breasts with no little amount of unfulfilled desire. No one seemed to train harder than the cheerleaders. Hell, no one was more stuck-up and proud than any of our cheerleaders. They strutted through campus every day like a pack of supermodels, flaunting their perfect figures and looking down upon the rest of the student body. Okay, maybe I was exaggerating; surely there must be a few nice girls on their team. Not that any of the nice ones had spoken to me. I found myself walking down the bottom of the football stands, eyeing their performance. I couldn’t help but stare at their supple legs as they kicked at the air. The miniskirts were a formality, really; they didn’t cover anything with them kicking so high. No one would complain, though… One of them was ten feet away from me, doing her best to reach her toes, ass bent in my direction. She glanced at me for half a moment before returning to her efforts. “Hey,” I waved, trying to be friendly and normal. “You’re training for the next game?” “Yeah…” she exhaled to compress her stomach and inch closer to her goal. “What is the next game? Football? Basketball? I lose track since I’m studying all the time…” “Football,” she grunted. “Ah, I see…” I suddenly noticed Brooke the team captain walking up with one of her cronies by her side. Her C-cup tits bulged from her top like my eyeballs did when I first saw them. Her hair was a perfectly-groomed mane of slightly-curled blonde locks cascading down her back. She stood in front of the girl I was talking to with her hands on her hips and her chin pointed at my nose. “Leave,” she ordered me. I stood there like a dumb beta male; the only thing moving was my blinking eyes. “What?” “Go away,” she frowned. I started to say something. “Now,” she sneered. “Creep.” I wasn’t a creep. I wanted to tell her something like that. I wished someone was there to vouch for me. But no one said anything. Her crony folded her arms and tapped her foot. “Go!” “I’m going!” I threw up my hands and stomped-off. “Jesus Christ!” I started walking down a dirt path through the woods, leaving the campus and all my problems behind. How had I gotten such a bad reputation? What did I do to become “Stalker Jason?” Better yet, how did I shake it off me? Fuck if I knew. There was a wide clearing just ahead. A large farm was just ahead, complete with two houses, a barn, a coral, and about a hundred acres of open fields contained within white picket fences. This was the horse pasture. Here, the Equestrian Club practiced riding and playing polo with each other. A month ago, I had toyed with the idea of joining the club just to socialize with the hot blondes squatting in their tight breeches over their saddles, but somehow never did. There were three horses out in the field now, all of them quarterbreds with brown coats. It looked like they’d trampled all over their enclosure, so they had no grass to snack on… oh. Hold the phone… my app told me my pound bar filled-up when others lost weight, but did it say anything about them having to be human? I grinned for the first time in over a day and quickened my pace towards a hay bale. There wasn’t a soul in sight! No stuck-up cheerleaders or smug sorority sisters here! Just me and some big animals with giant stomachs. My heart fluttered at the mere thought of how easy this could be. Just one of these beasts could eat ten pounds of hay in a single meal, easy. All I had to do was start hauling the hay over the fence so they could reach it. “Hey horsie,” I said quietly as one of the horses walked slowly up to me. Some of the girls could be in the barn and I wasn’t sure what they’d think of me feeding their prized horses. “You hungry? I got a horse-salad here just for you…” I shoved my arms as far into the hay bale as I could, lifted up, and tossed a thick pile of golden hay towards the horse. By now, the other two horses were also walking up. Casually, as if they hadn’t a care in the world, the horses leaned down and began chewing at the hay. I smiled triumphantly as I saw how easily they chewed through the stuff. It was time to shove them another pile of hay… My phone vibrated in my back pocket. My eyes lit with further excitement. Had Anna finally texted back? I took a look at the lockscreen. I had a notification from the fattening app. Three new mission(s) added. Yes! I was right! It didn’t have to be humans! “Yessss,” I said excitedly in a low voice as I grabbed another double-armful of horse-food. “You like that, don’t you? Excellent! I’m glad you like it. Now you go ahead and have as much as you like. All of you…” “What are you doing?” I twisted around in surprise. There was someone in the barn, and she was walking up to me wearing tight, white breeches and high riding boots. She wasn’t wearing a riding helmet, so I could see her blonde hair tied smartly in a thick braid that wrapped halfway around her neck and rested over her shoulder. Luckily for me, I had a good habit of daydreaming exactly what I’d say if I was ever caught doing anything suspicious. “You’re here!” I said happily. “I came over just to see if I could join the Equine Club.” “The Equestrian Club,” she raised her eyebrows and folded her arms. “And why are you feeding the horses?” “They came over while I walked past the haybale, so I figured they were hungry…” She rolled her eyes. “You’re so weird sometimes. Whatever… Western or English?” “Riding style? English all the way. It’s more fun.” Her demeanour lightened. “Really? So you do know something about horses.” “I was going to try joining at the beginning of the semester, so I was studying for it, but you know, things came up.” “So you’re thinking of joining?” “Yeah, who do I talk to?” this was all an accident, but come to think of it, being part of the club would give me an excuse to feed the giant, hungry herbivores. “Well, I’m the only one here today; at least one person needs to take care of the horses every day.” “I’m Jason, by the way,” I held my hand out. “Mary,” she replied, shaking my hand cordially. “Anyway, since you’re here, how about you help out with cleaning the horses?” “Sure,” I said as she turned and headed back towards the barn. Her ass cheeks were spectacular in the skin-tight breeches; I could tell as she walked that riding English-style had done her inner thighs some good. “I’m gonna have you brush my horse while I take care of some things,” she explained absentmindedly. “It’s a good way to bond with the animal before you start riding together. They get used to your presence and you get less afraid of being stepped on – but don’t walk behind the horse.” “Nah, I’d never do that.” “Good.” “What the name of your horse?” “My horse? Her name’s Hollywood; she’s a thoroughbred.” “Ooh, nice.” We walked inside and I took a look around. There were plenty of horse stalls and half of them were occupied by anything from a giant black Oldenburg horse to a small bronze pony. Hollywood was tied-up just ahead, just standing there as simple herd animals do. Mary bent over a bench and picked up a tin bucket full of cleaning utensils. She handed it to me and proceeded to take out two tools. “This is the scuzzbrush, okay? And this is the brush. You scuzz her back in little circles – see how the dust comes up? Then you brush it off her with the brush – but do it with the grain, not against it. Otherwise, her hide is all scruffed-up. You got it?” “Yeah, I got it,” I grabbed the tin bucket. “Alright then. I’m going to do some chores. I’ll be right back.” Hollywood and I got along pretty well, all things considered. I’d brush her hide clean, whisper sweet nothings into her ears, and all in all got good vibes out of it. “You know,” I said as I scuzzed her rump. “You’re the nicest girl I’ve met on this island, you know that?” Hollywood didn’t reply, but I was sure she understood. “It’s been awhile since Mary left,” I remarked. “Wonder what she’s up to? Ah well, it’s just the two of us, I guess.” My eyes drifted towards a barrel full of carrots. I’d been stealing glances back at it for the last hour, but didn’t want to be caught not doing my job. Perhaps I could give Hollywood a snack now? What were the odds Mary would walk in? “How’s about a snack?” I rubbed Hollywood’s back. “I bet you’d like something, wouldn’t you? Just give me a second.” I put my brush back in the bucket and made my way towards the barrel. The carrots looked new, as if they were fresh out of the ground (they probably were; the biology majors often grew crops out in corners of the farm). No one would notice if I fed Hollywood four… no, five giant carrots, would they? I scooped them up and walked back. Hollywood’s head nodded expectantly at the sight of the treats. “These carrots are pretty big,” I smiled as I cautiously stuck one into her mouth. “Must weigh, like, a pound each. Bio majors are probably learning how to do genetic modifications to food again.” Hollywood’s giant teeth nearly touched my fingers as they pulled the carrot into her slowly-grinding maw. I flinched away, unsure if my appendages would be safe from her casual bites. But I pressed onwards, feeding her one juicy carrot at a time, eagerly guessing how many pounds away I’d be from levelling up now. “Hey Jason!” I jumped and glanced back at Mary. She was leaning out of a door to a makeshift office with a textbook in one hand and a hi-lighter in the other. So she was studying. I guess me showing up was mighty convenient for her. “Mary!” I smiled. “I finished scuzzing Hollywood just now.” “That’s fine. Just don’t feed her those carrots. They don’t belong to us.” “Right,” I said as Hollywood pulled the last carrot from my grasp. “Sorry about that. You want me to put Hollywood back in her stall?” “No, it’s fine. I’m almost done reading – I mean almost done with chores now. I’ll do it.” “So… you need any other chores done?” “Nope, that’s it. Thanks for dropping by.” “Alright then… want me to come back tomorrow?” “We’re not riding on Sunday. Just show up on a weekday in the afternoon, got it?” “Yeah, sure. Bye Mary!” As I left, I couldn’t help but roll my eyes and scowl. Obviously, I’d been used. Oh well. I’d gotten what I wanted and then some. All I had to do was wait for the food to go through the horses’ digestive tracts.

Happy Friday everyone 😸

Happy Valentine's Day Lovelies! Here's a little something for you 😘 One of my favourite days of the year because of all the chocolate!

Happy Valentines to my lovelies, included is an extra topless photo for my thread viewers.

Just wanted to post some comparison photos, most of the befores are from 160-175lbs and all the afters are from now at 215lbs! I can’t believe how much I’ve grown! I’m trying to get to 225 right now and then maybe 250 ;)

Hi my lovelies 💕 Who wants to see a big pizza stuffing tonight? 🙋🏻‍♀️ Open to suggestions 😌

I can’t belieb I didn’t say Good Morning!!!! I’m so sorry....So... Good Morning My Curvage Family and GoodNIGHT ! lol I am between like three different videos to upload tomorrow! Im awful at making choices....we will see. What would you hope it would be?

Doughnuts seem to be my go to indulgence lately! Thought I'd share [emoji8] Thanks for all the support and love so far everyone!

New video!

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She knows how to grease well😊

Big hungry girl

and her tits, ass, hips, thighs, belly, face, arms, etc etc etc.😛 I know a lot of guys don't like the bush, but I love it. I just want to bury my face into it like an animal. Hairy pussies bring out something primal in me.

HO-LEE-SHIT. She was looking gigantic today. Those rolls! So hot. Big fan of this on-location anchor desk - shows off a lot more. This is what I was able to screen cap watching live. Will see if there's some way of frame-by-framing the replay to single out the very best moments.

Hi all! Its been a while since my last update so here goes... My girlfriend has started a new job since my last update, this has been stressing her out a fair bit which always leads to her comfort eating and this is no different. She's back in size 20 which are getting snug especially around her belly so will often wear 22s to hide it abit, her mum has already commented that her belly has grown. my gf's reponse was to poke her mum back in her belly and say "you can talk!" this lead to a nice revelation from her mum of "I know haha, i've tried but since Christmas I can't help it! I don't wear anything with buttons or zips, i've not tried them on but i'm sure they won't fit. I'll need size 16 jeans, i've never been a 16 before haha" This happened a few weeks ago and she's not changed her habits since according to my girlfriend but I have seen her in jeans recently which I'm told she borrowed from the sister as she intends to diet seriously soon but we'll see haha. Now onto her sister... She too has started new shifts at work, 12 hours or more which is having a similar effect on her as my gf so we needn't have worried about a post holiday diet! She's continued constantly grazing and when the two girls get together they really can put it away! I'm lucky me and the sister have a close relationship as she'll openly patted her belly saying how full she is, the highlight being when after a big meal out for a family birthday (I always sit between the two girls) she looked really uncomfortable and short of breath so I asked if she was ok she said she was but did I want to go for a smoke, we went outside and then she told me the truth. We talked about good the food was, she said "It's so good here, I'm too stuffed but I wasn't going to leave anything haha look.." and then pulled her long loose top tight across her belly looking down and saying "I really do look pregnant, I can't even see my feet!"The final bit of our smoke break was her asking me to go in first so I could stop people from seeing her as she was too full to suck her tummy in like she normally would and with that we went back in just in time for dessert which amazingly the two girls ordered and devoured, when we got up to leave my girlfriend's belly was clearly visible through her now tight dress (and as big as I'd seen for a while) so I put an arm around her and with the other rubbed her belly which prompted her sister to comment "I feel better now i'm not the only one who ate too much haha" both girls laughed agreeing that the food is too good that's impossible not too. There Nan asked if everyone wanted to go back to her house as it was still early but the girls and their mum declined as they all wanted their pajamas and early nights. The gf rubbed her belly all the way home before needing me to help her out of the car and upstairs. After we got her out of her tight dress and she could relax the size of her tightly packed belly was amazing to see so much that we went straight to bed haha The above happened on a Saturday night, the next day her mum and sister came around as the girlfriend wanted a family roast dinner, all three wore leggings and loose tops which as mentioned in previous posts is out of character for her sister. Talk went to last night and the restaurant and how all three got straight into their pajamas as soon as they got home, the sister commenting "I don't know why I wear tight jeans to eat I always have to open them, usually when I get home but last night I couldn't breathe in them last night after the main course, they were my biggest size 24 ones too. Hence the leggings today hahaha" After a big dinner (Three course feast, my gf goes all out with a roast) her mum announced she was going home for a nap as she was as stuffed as last night, the girls said she wasn't the only one! After she left her sister said to my gf "Why did you invite mum you know she judges me for how fat i've gotten, I made sure not to give her chance to touch my tummy which she's started doing lately you know like she does to you especially after we eat too much. My girlfriend said "She tried it with me but I poked her back and told her she's getting fat too" sister "I know, you know she came and borrowed some clothes from me, I bet she didn't tell you she tried size 16 stuff well she couldn't button them or her belly was on show. She only told me they were too small because they're not in my wardrobe as obviously they aren't going to fit me anytime soon, she took my size 18 stuff in the end so she can shut up!) I've really fallen on my feet with these lot, I can't believe how its all playing out but I promise you this is all true! Any questions just ask! Bye for now!

Hi my lovelies 💕

Hallo!!, just to stay in contact with you, today I wanna share that I’m enjoying my vacations (my belly knows that) and actually almost ends, and seriously I don’t know what I’m gonna do with all the food that I can get it at the buffets, is just too much that I’ve been tasting. And that makes me really hard to stay on the same weight. I already pass the 250 lb, as you know, and I’ve been making true your wishes... idk what is gonna happen at the end of this week. And actually, you will be enjoying a lot all the videos that I prepare, I worked hard in all the ideas. I hope you be ready, and proud of my belly. For now you have something here for you. Enjoy it 💋💋💋🐷

The proportional progression of your belly is simply fabulous, it would be wonderful to see you again

Hayley looked amazing on Valentine's Day, don't ya think?

Weight gain journey. Starting with my senior year musical 150 The next one is about two years later 175 the last few are from this year and show me at 205 and 2015. i started gaining after my first big break up. Food made me feel better than any man ever did. After I started growing, a fellow gainer (I didn’t know that’s what I was at that point) and I started going out for food all the time and she revealed to me that she was gaining weight on purpose for empowerment. I decided to give it a try. I am so in love with my body now and only wish to keep growing it. As my sexuality has opened up to girls I have discovered that I am super attracted to plump women. It feels good to have our bellies touch when we kiss. I love being stared at and judged as we walk through the mall. Haven’t been in a relationship in like years but would love to meet some fellow feedees and maybe one day have a girl to grow immobile with. -Callie

She's so sexy.

Thanks for asking so kindly! 1. It's been an intentional gain for about 6 months because I was chatting with someone online who encouraged me to and that opened up a whole new world for me. The enjoyment to me comes from releasing all the guilt I used to associate with food and eating, now I just enjoy myself and eat whatever I want, which is mostly cheeseburgers and cookies lol I've also been enjoying watching my body get juicier! 2. I'm almost 5'11 and was 180 in my before shot and am 270 now!

TV chef (and aristocrat's daughter) Gizzi Erskine was all over social media a while back 'confessing' her failure to attend some fancy event or other because she'd gained 3 stone (42 lbs) and had a huge strop because the clothes some stylist brought (in 'her size', 14) didn't fit (which probably means she'd gone up to a 16, or more, but I guess she didn't want to admit that). This week-old cooking video (with Ken Hom) shows just how big she actually got: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yRiDk-M5gsY The camera cuts about the whole time, but see particularly: 7- 15 secs in; 30- 35; and the real kicker, 1 min. 13- 1 min. 40, where in three-quarter view and profile it's clear she's porked up a lot. Also see: https://www.instagram.com/p/Bn3yA7mFDBs/ - part of an article about the above https://www.instagram.com/p/Bn7ONhIBsrS/ - a 'how skinny I was' type post https://www.instagram.com/p/Bf4E1kZlgBz/ - ditto https://www.instagram.com/p/Bj708zLlnKK/ - an American Express advert that shows off some weight gain https://www.instagram.com/p/BbM-iy_FDZz/ - looking pretty different from her old svelte self here https://www.instagram.com/p/BaMzl27FGYj/ - not the most flattering skirt https://www.facebook.com/GizziErskineFanPage/posts/started-proper-training-again-today-ive-put-on-a-lot-of-weight-since-january-ove/1795026657223283/ https://www.thesun.co.uk/fabulous/7205983/size-14-tv-chef-gizzi-erskine-breaks-down-in-tears-after-admitting-she-didnt-attend-gq-awards-because-none-of-the-stunning-clothes-sent-for-her-to-wear-would-fit/

Chapter Thirty Three I couldn’t believe how sensual Collette was being. I tried to reciprocate by giving her a massage. Standing up without any clothes on she looked amazing. Round into round and all curves, I was completely overwhelmed by her. She had eaten more than I anticipated and I felt lucky that I had not disappointed her with this meal the way that she kind of suggested that I had with breakfast. Still, I figured that if I had stuffed her with pancakes or something like that when she first woke up, it could have shut her down for the rest of the day. She was obviously very full from lunch, but my hope was that she still had some room and could rally for the main event that I had planned for dinner. While she was eating what I served for, she joked that what she was eating could fill her up and kill her appetite for lunch, as if this was just some kind of snack. The comment reminded me of a comedian years ago who used to joke about the reason that he was fat was, that in his household, his mother ran a tight ship at meal time, insisting that they finish their cake before they were allowed to have dessert. She did a great job eating four hamburgers, four hot dogs and most of two pints of potato salad and macaroni salad. She also made a dent in the bowl of chips, several of which she dipped into mayonnaise. I figured that she probably could have eaten more, but didn’t want to kill her appetite for the rest of the day. Collette had me help her to the bathroom and she peed. She passed gas with me in the room, ignoring her normal embarrassment. I figured that this needed to be the new normal and was natural due to the reality that eating like this left less control over such things. She actually said that she was glad that she was passing gas, since she was worried that her colon could have become impacted from all of the rice. "I researched it on line and I guess I am just wishing some of the binge food could make its way through me," she explained. "Medically, I am not even considered constipated, since I went to the bathroom yesterday morning, but since then I feel like I have eaten a week’s worth of food and it is all sitting right here," she said wobbling her lower belly for emphasis. Even the wobble showed that she was more packed tight than fluffy. Her skin was dense had the look of a full water balloon. She looked wonderful to me. I suggested that I help her move to the overstuffed chair, where she could just lay back and relax. She asked me to help first with getting her into her sweat pants. She did not want to bend over. Bending was clearly out of the realm of comfort. She stepped into the sweats and I lifted the waste band up so that her sweats pinched in over her hips and in the crease under her belly. I thought it was so cute the way that she had developed this definitive lower belly that was so prominent. I helped lower her down into the chair. She looked so sexy there, topless, with her dome of a belly dominating her body. After she was comfortably positioned in the chair, she asked me to get her lap top, which she placed on her belly, using it like a table. I brought her a glass of water, which I figured was better for her than diet coke, since she really needed to hydrate. I cleaned up the kitchen and dining room, while she explored more websites. "Come look at this girl," Collette called from the living room. She had found Carmen LaFox. "This is just astounding!" she exclaimed. Again, I tried to feign ignorance, as though I didn’t already know Carmen’s story, having already purchased several of her videos. "This girl started out really skinny and she blew up into a balloon," Collette said with amazement. "Look at this belly! She makes me look like a sylph." I went and looked at the pictures with her. "I guess it depends on where in her journey you are looking at her. For the first year, her gain is presented as an enormous 66 pounds, but at that point I think she still weighed 20 pounds less than you do right now, although she is only 5'-2"," I explained authoritatively. As soon as I said this, I realized that I had just offered more information than I should have known. "How do you know all about Carmen?" Collette asked after thinking about it for a moment. "She was on that site that you showed me earlier," I tried as an excuse. "Wasn’t she the girl that you thought looked like you?" "Good God, no! I am not sure I would be willing to put another bite in my mouth, if my belly was that huge. I would be afraid that I would explode. The girl that I showed you earlier was Goddess Shar. I don’t remember seeing Carmen on Curvage and I certainly don’t think I look like her. At least not yet," Collette countered, sounding a bit worried. I shrugged my shoulders and asked her if there was anything else I could get for her. "Let me just sit here for a little while. This is a comfortable position, since I am supported by the chair, sparing my muscles. Most of my belly seems to be sitting in my lap. Do you think I look as big as Carmen?" she asked anxiously. "Of course not. She weighs something like 60 pounds more than you and she is 6 inches shorter than you," I reassured her. "Where do you think she is on that BMI chart?" I asked, eager to have changed the subject. I noticed that Collette’s belly wasn’t actually sitting on her thighs, the way that Carmen’s looked. The curve of her lower belly did disappear into the crease formed at her hips and thighs, but most of her belly was defying gravity and projecting up from her body. Much more similar to Shar. I continued cleaning and when I came back maybe ten minutes later, Collette had fallen asleep. I moved the laptop off her belly and sat just looking at her for a little while. I took a couple of photos, since she looked so cute. I was mesmerized by her round belly and generous body. She was my dream come true. How did I get so lucky that the woman that I loved for her mind and personality had transformed herself from being just beautiful to become a big beautiful woman? I wondered how she would react if I were to tell her that I thought she was a BBW and that I am a FA - a fat admirer - someone who is attracted to women with fuller figures. While I definitely thought of it as my fetish, I also wondered how much of a fetish it really was instead of being simply a realistic preference. While the fashion world continues to focus primarily on thin women, the reality was that more than two-thirds of women are a size 14 or bigger. And I had certainly noticed Ashley Graham on the cover of the swimsuit issue of Sports Illustrated. Anyone who would argue that Ashley Graham was too fat to be beautiful must have other problems. She was something like 200 pounds at 5'-9" tall and simply great looking. I covered Collette lightly with a silk shawl. I looked at the clock and was a little surprised that, after all of that cooking and eating, it was now only 1:30 in the afternoon. There was still a lot of day left for more adventures. Chapter Thirty Four I woke up after about an hour alone in the living room. Eric was sitting at his computer in his office. I hadn’t planned to take a nap but it did feel good. I wiggled myself forward in the chair - is it possible to waddle in a sitting position? - and used the arms of the chair to pull myself up into a sitting position. Using my stomach muscles did not seem practical. My belly was sodden with food and felt stretched out. I don’t know what else I should have expected, since I had simply been sleeping in a chair after doing a pretty good job of packing it. As much as I had eaten, though, I realized that I had not gotten to totally full. At least not as close as I had gotten at dinner the night before. Both times, I could have eaten a very thin wafer without exploding. I was even starting to feel like lunch had retreated a bit and moved from my stomach to my guts. While my guts may have been been working overtime, my stomach felt emptier and potentially ready, if Eric had something else in mind soon. I hefted myself up so that I was standing and rotated myself around to loosen up. I would swear that I could feel me skin pulling tight as I shifted my mass around. I headed into the bathroom and sat down on the toilet hoping for movement. I peed and let out more gas, but everything was still sitting tight in my bowels. I took a couple of the stool softeners. These weren’t laxatives, but were suppose to soften things up so that they were easier to move. As I came out of the bathroom, Eric asked me how I was feeling. "Not bad, all considering. What are you doing?" I asked. "I just did some research on the woman that you had found and there is a lot of information about her on Curvage. She is quite fascinating," he remarked. "She has made a lot of videos and I downloaded one, if you want to watch it," I offered. "You actually paid for one of her videos?" Collette asked. "Yeah, I figured that it would help us understand this scene," he explained. "Is it porn?" I asked. "I think some of them might be, but the one I downloaded is about her trying to put on a pair of pants, but she can’t get then even close to buttoning. She finally gets frustrated and then weighs herself and freaks out," he reported. "What does she do then in the video?" I asked. "She kind of tries to do some stretching and exercise," Eric answered, "but quickly realizes that it is hopeless." "And then," I pressed "What do you think she does? She is a weight gain model. Her response to feeling too fat is to sit down and eat from a trough of ice cream in her bra and panties with her big round belly looking like it is pinning her to the couch," I answered. "And it isn’t porn?" I persisted. "Well, I guess it is all relative. Maybe it is fat food porn," I suggested. "But it doesn’t involve any traditional sex." "Should I watch it?" I pressed. "Sure. We can watch it together on the couch," he offered. Eric brought my laptop over and cued up the video. "Come over and snuggle close." I sat down leaning my body up against his. It reminded me that I am lucky to have a strong boyfriend. He started the video. "So this isn’t Shar?" I asked. "I thought that was who we looked at before." "No. This is Carmen. I think she lives in Portugal or Spain," Eric explained. "I think Shar lives in England." I had to admit that the video of Carmen seemed a little bit crazy. Here was this girl who was absolutely huge, with one of the most expanded bellies I think I had ever seen, trying awkwardly to move around. It looked like the mass of weight in her belly made it difficult for her to maintain balance. I had watched some videos on YouTube of very fat women, but they were all squishy looking and often bottom heavy. Carmen had a substantial ass, but her belly was really distinctive, looking as if it had been inflated. There was no crease or fold in her belly and it was not a series of bulges or lumps. It just started projecting out from under her breasts and then arched down hanging past her crotch. It was smooth, broad, and pendulant. It looked like she was so wide that it was hard for her to put her arms down straight at her sides. The way that her fat breasts seemed to merge into the fat on her back created a large roll of fat over her bra, which had to be uncomfortable. I wondered why she would keep her bra on. When she moved, her belly would wobble a bit, but it looked taught, as if it were stretched tight. I wondered if she intentionally stuffed herself before she made this video to emphasize how big she looked. "She is quite different from Shar. I think Shar looks more like me with a bit more weight, but I don’t think my body is that much like Carmen," I said, hoping that Eric would agree. I was hoping that I didn’t look that big; at least not yet. The story line in Carmen’s video was that she had gotten so fat she couldn’t get her jeans on and, frustrated, decided to weigh herself and, when shocked at how much she weighed, decided to do some exercises, and when it was clear that she couldn’t even do one sit up, retreated to the only choice left, which was to sit on the couch and stuff herself. Suddenly, I realized that I was reflected in the mirror on the wall. I couldn’t compete with Carmen, but it was fair for me to acknowledge that I was doing a pretty good job of stuffing myself and here I sat on my couch with an impressive belly of my own. I figured the only reason I didn’t have food in my hands was my feeder was giving me a break. I would have thought that the premise of the video was absurd, if I didn’t have an understanding how the female brain could work. I remembered one time sitting with my sister Emma reading a quiz in Cosmo. The question was something like, "Your jeans are too tight to close. Do you A. Decide to diet, B. Decide to exercise, C. Pick out something else to wear, or D. Devour the entire contents of the refrigerator. Emma immediately checked D. I figured that Carmen was acting in this video, but she couldn’t fake the shape of her body. I figured that some people eat when they are frustrated. Some eat when they are bored. Some eat when they are happy, and some eat when they are sad. Looking at Carmen, I could only assume that she was inspired to eat in every mood. I thought that she looked a bit distorted and uncomfortable. Eric was watching intently. I wondered what he thought of this. "So what do you think of Carmen?" I asked. "I think she is getting really fat," he answered, not taking his eyes off of the screen. "Doesn’t it seem like she is unhappy?" I asked. "I think she is play acting," he answered. "She is producing this video so it is not like this is happening to her. I think she is in control and doing exactly what she wants to do. There seems to be a humiliation component to this." "So she intentionally worked to get this fat?" I asked. "I don’t know. Maybe in the beginning, it was just some change in lifestyle or maybe a boyfriend that wanted her curvier. If you look at the long string of posts that were theoretically put together by her boyfriend under the tag "My Girlfriend has Gained 66 Pounds in the Last Year, it started when she was skinny and accidentally gained 20 pounds. Her boyfriend posted that he had a fetish for fat women, so was not discouraging her. Here read it right here," he said clicking on a Curvage page, while Carmen’s video played in the background. I read the post. " I met my girl on June last year. She weighed 110 lbs. And is 62 inches. I’ve been in this forum for a while, but never had a real life experience. At the beginning of our relationship, she didn’t know about my fetish. But she told me that she had always been chubby when she was younger. She managed herself to maintain slim for 3 years. During last summer she gained 20 lbs. For me, it was amazing to see my fetish come to reality, but I was afraid of telling her." "So then she continued gaining and in the one year added another 46 pounds?" I asked. "Exactly!" Eric answered with a bit more enthusiasm than I would have expected. "It really sounds as if the time of her being slim was the exception." "And now she weighs, what? 115 kilos? How much is that in pounds?" I pursued. Eric took out his phone and used an app to show that 115 kilos was 253.532 pounds. So exact. "And this is in like two years, so she gained 143 pounds in two years? Doesn’t that sound crazy? How does someone do that? Why does someone do that?" I asked, maybe more in amazement than anything else. Eric sat back and was clearly thinking carefully about how to respond. Finally, he said, "Maybe she really likes to eat and ended up liking herself better fat." He said this as if it made perfect sense. "If that happened, it sounds like she met the right guy." "But, in this video, she seems kind of miserable, as if this is not what she planned at all, but something that happened to her, like she succumbed to her weakness and, then, her fate," I suggested. "It is as if she is addicted to food and to eating." "But, isn’t that the way she is supposed to feel, according to how beauty and happiness are depicted in the media?" Eric explained. "I think she is just playing her role. She is acting the way we say a fat woman should feel about herself. I don’t actually agree with this idea, but I think she is playing the role that a fat person is not supposed to be happy with herself and, guilty for having no discipline, is supposed to punish herself for her weakness by doing the very thing that she is guilty for doing, making herself fatter and, therefore, more miserable." "But, that sounds awful," I responded. "But, that is the point. It is not the way things have to be. In fact, my guess is that she and her guy are in a very special relationship in which their dreams have come true through each other," Eric offered. I had to think about this, since it made sense in this specific instance, but it seemed so contrary to the way things are supposed to be, at least in popular culture. Eric continued, "Think about the fact that these websites exist. If you click on some of these models, they have tens of thousands of admirers. I kind of think that we are all victims of a system that tries to impose narrow restrictions on what beauty can be." "Are these women beautiful to you?" I asked. I realized that it was a bit of an odd question for me to ask on a couple of different levels. First, I was sitting here with Eric confident that he loved me despite the fact that I no longer fit in between the lines on a weight chart that would agree that my weight was "normal." Second, I also thought that ChubbyBunny, Goddess Shar, and Carmen, who was dramatically fatter than the other two, were very attractive women. In some ways, Carmen was even the most dramatic for her extreme challenge to the perception of a beautiful woman. After all, it didn't seem that the people were following her because they thought she was unattractive. Eric seemed to be looking for an answer to my question. Finally, he said something that took me a while to digest. He said, "I think Carmen is very attractive and more so for the weight. She is cute in the pictures that show her at 110 pounds, but I think she is erotic with her huge belly. I also think that Shar is one of the sexiest women that I have ever seen." "I feel like we should be playing ‘Truth of Dare," I said. "Okay, how about you?" Eric asked. "You have gained weight. You are fatter than you were a year ago. I understand that you only really caught on to this because of the weight that you gained in Europe, but I think your body may have been leading you in this direction since before then. When you look at yourself in the mirror, what do you think?" "I think I look fat," I answered. "But that is just a description, similar to saying that you have dark brown hair, are kind of tan, and are tall," he pushed. "How do you feel about how you look? You don’t seem miserable, the way that you think Carmen should feel. In fact, it seems to me as if you are kind of having a bit of fun right now. Tell me if I am wrong. Truth or dare." "First, I am not ready to compare myself to Carmen, I think I am very curious," I answered. "My whole life I was in between those normal lines, but now I am not and I am curious. I don’t totally understand how I feel. I guess you are right. I am thinking that I should be freaked out, but I am finding it kind of interesting. I mean, feeling my body this big is different and it I almost feel like I am exploring a totally new body. Now you: truth or dare. What do you really think of my body right now? Do you love me in spite of my body? Are you accepting it because you love me and it is me right now? Or is my fatness turning you on? If I think about the last several days, it seems like you are reacting a bit like Carmen’s boyfriend and enjoying me having a fuller figure." "Okay, I’ll take the dare," He responded, maybe not ready to actually say that he preferred me fatter. "But don’t worry. You should already know the answer to that question. I think I am just a bit embarrassed at the moment to admit it. So what is the dare." "I dare you to make me an ice cream Sunday with all the fixings," I challenged him.

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She loves her body and loves to eat. She wants to share pics because it turns her on to know others find her gaining to be sexy and are attracted to her growing body!

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