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  1. Standard towels are clearly for typical bodies, but baby I'm everything but typical 😘
    27 points
  2. Mallow

    Fresh meat (sort of)

    Hi everyone, my name is Mallow. You may recognise me from elsewhere on the internet! If not, hello, it’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance I’m cute, kinky, confident and have way too much spare time on my hands. I’m 20 years old, and from the UK 😋 Some photos of me I love attached below. Definitely more to follow x
    23 points
  3. SoPlump

    What you think?

    Enjoy! So full...
    14 points
  4. Thank you so much everyone for the love so far! It has made me so happy and really motivated to eat more! Here's a treat for everyone! Who doesn't love a muffin top! 😘
    13 points
  5. Good morning everyone! I posted a new video last night (weight gain shake) check it out and have an amazing day!
    11 points
  6. Just call me Van Gogh I guess! (Don’t.... please don’t)
    11 points
  7. SoPlump

    What you think?

    Late night pizza and belly rub
    10 points
  8. Couple of new ones. How do I post videos?
    10 points
  9. New photo set, awaiting approval~ My all time highest weight and peak softness, documented with my all time favorite photos!
    9 points
  10. I’ve always had a thing for being teased about gaining weight, I love comments like “you’re really packing on the pounds” or “you’re such a big girl now!” Or even when someone pokes or grabs at your new fat you’ve gained! (I personally love when they go for the belly or back rolls) 🤤 What are your favourite humiliation comments, or experiences you’ve recieved or experienced? Whether it be with friends, family, at the gym, out at a restaurant, clothing store?!! Tell me! 😍
    8 points
  11. This girl build her career on her huge weight loss of 100 pounds, but recentlyshe seemed to gain some of it back. Before After
    8 points
  12. Nothing like a yummy pizza at 2am😍 I’m so stuffed I had to film some content of course! Pics/vids or it didn’t happen right? 😏 anyways I’ll post it tomorrow! 😘 goodnight and thanks for all the support I’ve received being on curvage for only 2 days! I truly appreciate you all and can’t wait to keep making content for you all!❤️
    8 points
  13. Good point. I've noticed she's wearing a lot more high-waisted lingerie these days, which hides a good amount of belly. Here are a few "glory day" photos so people can see what I love.
    8 points
  14. Hey!! Did anybody miss me...? 💖 I'll be uploading some new ULTRA HD content soooooon!! Gimme a follow 💋 Kisses, Dee Xxx
    8 points
  15. Damn... I've gotten big huh 🐷
    8 points
  16. Mallow

    Cozy girl

    Cozy girl
    7 points
  17. Here are some progress pictures for those who've been asking 😊 I started really gaining on purpose last March which is the picture in the orange dress. Next is June in blue dress, August at the Beach, November in my favourite thrifted motorcycle jacket and lastly 2 weeks ago in the red skirt! Definitely more juicy now! Hope you enjoy 😘
    7 points
  18. Some screenshots from my newest video that is linked above:
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  20. SoPlump

    What you think?

    Good night guys!! Looking for some love and encouragement! Please leave a comment!
    6 points
  21. Uploading some new videos I think you guys will ~really~ enjoy 😉
    5 points
  22. Magnolia_Dark

    Feeling hungry

    Feeling hungry
    5 points
  23. Batman76

    Deja Fat

    Evelyn was thin when she left the elevator and ran to her car, as if that would keep her skinny along the way. Her boots click-clacked on the concrete and her breathe came in gasps, purse flopping behind her. A hundred yards or so later, she almost ran into her own bubble gum pink electric roadster and stood panting at its side, fear and physical exhaustion making her shiver. For a moment the actress scrambled at her purse as if a serial killer was on her trail and then forced herself to stop and breathe. Despite being thin, currently, Evelyn wasn't in the best shape so that took some time. It had been more than ten years since she'd seriously exercised, beyond pushing a stroller to lose her minimal mommy weight or a literal walk in the park. For the past two months she hadn't even done that, as the slight pinch at her midriff that may or may not have been imaginary suggested. An old, once conquered part of her screamed ugly accusations of being fat and Evie mentally whimpered to hear that again. Trying a trick from her therapist, she closed her eyes, took three deep breathes, and spoke to herself. 'You're at the weight you're at, and that's okay,' Evie sighed, then opened her eyes. The woman looking back at her from the car's side mirror was thin. As was the woman in the car's window. Sighing with relief, she thumbed the lock and collapsed inside on the front seat, wiping cold sweat off her forehead. 'What the hell was that?' Evelyn asked herself in the privacy of the car, 'That wasn't real. It had to be some sort of hallucination. You can't go from thin to fat to thin in three seconds with a doctor watching you and not say anything. This isn't real, this is stress and your old eating disorder getting back at you. You can beat this, just like you did before.' Evelyn had always been thin, since she was a kid and for most of her life had thought herself too skinny given her distinct lack of frontal assets. When a teen, she'd seriously eaten like a pig in the hopes of starting a growth spurt only to see her invincible metabolism annihilate any meal she put in front of it without a mark left on her washboard stomach or firm little butt. That had only changed about a month after her twenty first birthday. Robin Hood 3: The King of Arrows had just wrapped filming, something everyone involved was glad of. The first film had been a fun swashbuckler but the studio's demand for more and more had driven the director completely around the bend by the second sequel. Character arcs were thrown out and CGI viking zombies thrown in with no regard to anything beyond the director chasing a high of success. Evelyn's Maid Marian character, in the first film a bookish girl with a yearning for adventure, had somehow been named Queen of Scots and spent the last half of shooting in a ridiculous plaid mini kilt and bra that the posters had filled with CGI D cups and wielding a six foot long rubber sword. Unfortunately she'd signed the contract back when Evelyn Stone was just a hopeful actress and only become a big name due to the film, her agent had argued for a large pay increase but hadn't been able to do anything about the bra. The first day of filming in it had seen the director, in the throws of a nervous breakdown, give Evie a public verbal brow beating over her weight after he'd seen her eating her lunch from craft services in costume. Despite her being a hundred and fifteen pound twig he'd continued yelling insults over her weight even after she'd broke down in tears and run to her trailer. Her agent had gotten another million from the studio for it at least, but she'd been left pretty fragile for the whole of shooting, skipping meals and acting in a daze. When it had wrapped, she'd celebrated her twenty first and found she had a taste for wine coolers. Always proper and in control, she hadn't gone fully overboard, but she'd killed a variety pack 12 pack or two of the sugary booze a week for a month solid when her idiot boyfriend at the time had dumped her over his ego not being able to take the amount she was making. Vowing to never date another actor, Evie had indulged in a weekend of emotional eating when her agent had called with an offer from a major lingerie company wanting to know if she'd be interested in a very well paid promotional shoot. Evie had broken out into being a name at that point, but the first few period pieces she'd shot in between the Robin Hood movies that would give her a solid reputation and her first Oscar nod hadn't been released yet, the agent wasn't sure if Evie would be a flash in the pan or not so he'd encouraged her to show up for an audition. 'Bitches,' the actress murmured to herself in memory. Having never worried about her weight, the nascent starlet had been surprised when the size zero panties were a little snug. And when the modeling head had overlooked her...that woman had been coldly cruel with her words: flabby, thick thighed, big bellied, not our material, unprofessional. Evie had weighed a whopping hundred and twenty one pounds, most of it bloat. She'd managed not to cry till she got to the car and then...just stopped eating. She went back to 115 by the time Robin Hood III premiered. To 110 by the time her next period piece started and 105 when it wrapped. She started smoking, she started running hard core in the mornings and doing calisthenics, even though her starving muscles were only being damaged by it. Every time she looked at herself in the mirror, she'd felt disgusted at how heavy she was. Evie had been lucky that Dr. Laos had seen her condition for what it was and put her on a diet while recommending a good therapist for her psychological issues. Over a year or so, she'd slowly gotten back up to about 120 or so, fixing the self hatred took longer but eventually it faded away to a rare whisper before going away entirely. Until now. 'You're not getting fat,' she said to her reflection, ignoring the inner voice that said she already was. At the blink of an eye, the car horn sounded and the woman looking at her from the rear view mirror had three chins. The transformation had been instantaneous. There hadn't been a surge of fat as her belly swept across her thighs, its amorpheous bulge was just slapping against the steering wheel. Love handles dug into the seat's arm rest on her right and the door on the left, while the roadster's springs gave alarm as it tilted suddenly to the left. Panicked, Evie tried to fumble for the seat release but to no avail: trying to sit forwards merely pressed more gut into the steering wheel. Her clumsy, seemingly stubby limbs couldn't find a gap between her now brewery horse thighs and bean bag belly. Wobbling, terrified someone would investigate, she managed to get her thick left hand to find the recline button and leaned back until the seat was in full recline. Laying back, Evie shivered, finding it harder to breathe but her gut was at least merely sagging towards the floor between her thighs now instead of pressing against the wheel. 'This isn't real,' Evie said to herself, closing her eyes, 'you're the weight you need to be. A doctor just said you weight 130 lbs, not this. When you open your eyes, you'll be back to normal.' She opened her eyes and looked down. Evelyn's lithe body was still a three hundred sixty eight pound butter ball. Her hips were so squashed into the door she doubted she'd be able to close it, the arm rest was trapped in love handle and in the struggle, her shirt had ridden up to expose a vast expanse of milk pale skin striated with silvery stretch marks. She was absolutely not back to normal. Determined not to panic at this very convincing hallucination, Evie breathed deep, making her shirt rise up past her belly button. Another memory came to her from therapy: if you think you're fat, feel yourself. Accustomize yourself to your weight and learn its okay to weigh that. Ignoring the internal scream that it wasn't okay, Evelyn touched her stomach with a puffy finger tip. It was soft, fluffy. Like the real inch of fat coating her, but magnified a hundred fold. She poked herself, finding nothing but jiggling adipose, grabbed one meaty roll. Her hands explored, everything they touched from her stomach to her thighs to her now heavy chest soft, warm and plush.When she was finished, which took over a minute, the actress was still fat. 'Okay, you're okay. Its okay,' she sighed to herself, 'you'll snap back any minute now. This isn't real.' Her stomach gave a bear like growl. Evie remembered she'd skipped breakfast besides a granola bar and having gotten used to being pampered with at least two doughnuts by this time of the late morning was feeling a bit cranky. Which was ridiculous, she had several pigs worth of body fat coating her and was hungry. Nor could she easily sate it, she couldn't drive like this and surely couldn't walk. Shaking her head, the morbidly obese director looked at her purse and was struck by an idea: she'd gotten her driver's license renewed about a year ago. It would surely say her weight and it wouldn't say 368 lbs, right? Reaching her purse, thrown hastily to the passenger floor, was a challenge in itself. Evie was sweating and breathing hard, fighting against the cramped car not built for the obese. But she finally managed to reach it and opened it up, blinking in surprise to find three king size snickers and the wrappers of several more. 'What the hell?' Evie asked, 'I don't carry snacks...but I don't push four hundred pounds either...' Hungry, and convinced she couldn't get much fatter, Evie unwrapped the candy bar in a suprisingly practiced motion. The chocolately goodness soothed her nerves as she opened her wallet, which caused her eyes to widen in surprise all on its own. The woman in the picture was fat, not as fat as she was now but twice as big as her normal: round faced and double chinned, with the third merely coming in. On weight it read out: 274 lbs. 'I don't ...I wasn't fat a year ago,' Evie muttered as she polished off the snickers and picked up another one, recalling how a year ago she'd been in a size two evil sorceress costume for yet another live action remake that had at least been fun to eat scenery in, 'I was on film thin a year ago!' She grabbed her recharged phone from the cup holder, surprised to find an empty 32 oz soda opposite it. A quick flick brought up google and typing in her name the first search result was 'robin hood' while the second was 'fat'. Just searching her name brought up four photos of her thin at premiers and award shows, one pregnant but much heavier than she'd actually been and one undeniably fat at over two hundred pounds if tiny compared to her current state. Her eyes widened to find out that apart from one post world war two drama she hadn't been in a film since her daughter was born and she looked pretty doughy in that one when in her memories she'd been trim. But she somehow had three directoral credits to her name and each of those movies had gotten excellent returns and reviews, there was a video of herself at Cainnes, clearly obese, talking about what an honor it was to win an award for a film that had never been made. 'What the hell is going on?' Evelyn asked herself, 'I can't hallucinate video can I?' She quickly typed, as fast as her plump fingers allowed, 'Evelyn Stone fat' which resulted in...pretty much nothing. Some weirdo photo manips and some gripping by an anorexia group over her daring to get pregnant. Evie hit back and all of the photos were slender. Her driver's license read '121 lbs' and showed a svelte woman in her early thirties. Evie looked down, seeing lithe thighs, narrow hips and small breasts with an almost totally flat stomach that just barely pressed at her waistline. 'I really am going crazy,' she sighed and took a bite of the snickers. It took her most of the bar to realize that the candy bar was real. She looked at it in horror, the most shocked anyone had ever looked at a candy bar for certain. Blinking, she looked in her purse only to find it bereft of food. The soda cup was gone too, as were the wrappers for this snickers and its mate. 'Where did you come from?' she asked. This was puzzling her, not scaring her as it should be. Either she really was oscillating between 130 and 368 lbs by the second or she was going so crazy she believed she was and eating imaginary snickers to boot. It was a mystery, a nonsensical one but one she had to solve if she wanted to stay sane. She closed her eyes, counted to ten and opened them to still be skinny and holding the candy. Her stomach growled with hunger, no less than its larger counterpart had a moment earlier. With no where to put the snickers’ stub, she shrugged and munch down on its remnant despite the disordered part of her mind angrily yelling she was getting fat. The candy was good, but as she buckled her seat belt, after easily reaching down and put the seat back and pulled out of the garage, her stomach was still grumbling. No not grumbling, pained, almost cramping from hunger as if it still had a rotund behemoth to feed and not a twig. The drive to the studio was only a few miles and given the hour, 11:00 am, traffic wasn't bad. However, it was miserable because her stomach would not stop growling despite the possibly real Snickers she’d shoved into it. Evelyn put her free hand on it, finger tips automatically pinching her little spare inch of fat. Was it bigger than in the doctors office? Doubtful, not from one or two candy bars and in comparison to what she'd been...what she'd thought she'd been she reminded...well there wasn't much reason to worry, right? It'd take several bad years of eating to get to that weight, in fact had taken it going by the baffling Google results. ‘You’re fat. You’re fat. You’re fat’ her inner voice screamed, ‘you’re already getting fat!’ Was that slight discomfort around her hips her underwear getting tighter? Was that slight ache between her shoulders not due to bad posture while directing the editing but because her almost B cup breasts at last needed support? That rip on a different pair of yoga pants, a dryer error or strain from a widening ass? ‘You’re fat. You’re fat. You’re worthless and fat!’ the critical voice reminded her. 'What the hell is going on,' Evie muttered to herself, seeing a snarl of traffic up ahead and turning off the main road, ‘I’m not fat, I’m perfectly healthy.’ Pausing on the exit, her eyes panned from the right and left. On the left was a side road that would slowly take her to her destination and on the right...was a Carls Jr. Her belly burgled angrily, a stab of pain, and she put on her signal. 'At least they stopped those god awful commercials,' she mused to herself as she slid into a parking space in the back, trying to ignore the screaming inner voice. 'You want to get fat?' 'You're already fat, eat here and you'll just get fatter you washed up hag!' ‘Your career will falter, your husband will hate you!’ Evelyn closed her eyes again and sighed to herself, 'You're not fat. And if you put on a few pounds its okay. Your doctor just told you you're perfectly healthy.' Grabbing her purse, Evie stepped easily out of the car and took one long step with her trim legs. Her follow up step was shorter, because she had to push her inflated thighs past each other before it bounced into her apron gut, the lower roll of which sagged down inside her surely tent like sweat pants while its upper half pressed over her waist band. The actress stopped again, looking down and confirming that she was indeed hopelessly overweight once more, a broad flap of gut hanging out in front of her. 'Okay, this is okay,' she said as her heart rate rose, partly from fear and partly from the sheer necessity of her overloaded body, and she stuffed the escaping fat roll back into its prison, 'think of this...think of this...' She was fat. Fat. Fat. Fat. Fat. Fat. Fat. Every spun and she put a doughy arm on her car to support herself. Mentally she counted to ten, ignored the dull ache in her knees and just breathed. 'Okay, you're fat, for a little bit. Just think of this...think of this as a role. Like you’re in a terrible Nutty professor remake with the twist it’s a woman,' she told herself, free hand pinching the apron of lard mostly pinned beneath her clothes, 'you're playing fat Evelyn Stone going in for lunch. Do what fat Evelyn would do, focus on that.' The actress put her purse over her beefy shoulder and took a step forwards, trying to be confident but foiled by her swollen physique. No, that was how thin Evelyn walked, not fat Evelyn. Fat Evelyn knew the limitations of her corpulent body, she didn’t expect speed or grace, no she would take a short step, stopping just short of banging into her own belly. And she'd keep momentum by rocking her bulk forwards with each step and try to keep the pressure off her already protesting knees and ankles. She started breathing more heavily, so she tried taking deeper breaths, fighting against the layers of lard around her chest. 'Could have parked a little closer,' she muttered as she finally reached the door, a faint layer of sweat coating her body, pooling inside her stomach rolls and her newly engorged breasts and her joints complaining at her, ‘might have considered gaining a couple hundred pounds in between the car and the restaraunt.’ Opening it was an initial failure, she opened it as a very slim woman would and not one who's considerable gut was a major impediment to basic actions. Despite being several times their old circumference, her arms were pitifully weak, weighed down by their prisons of fat. Worse, the door banged annoyingly into her belly which was surprisingly tender, leaving only a narrow gap even skinny Evie would have difficulty opening it. Trying again, the immense actress managed to pull it open and continued into the fast food restaurant, her nose immediately tingled by the smell of frying potatoes and sizzling meat. There were few people in the place and most of them were much thinner than her, for the first time ever she was the fattest person in a room. Shame tinged her cheeks, but Evelyn banished it, fat Evie was used to being fat and wouldn't mind being so big. She was here to eat lunch and if the previous hundreds of warning signs she must have ignored from tightening waist bands, tabloid comments and doctor’s warnings to get this big hadn't stopped her, a little shame wouldn't. Stepping forwards with a more confident step, she approached the counter. 'Morning, can I take your order?' a shockingly skinny girl in her early twenties asked her. For a girl who worked in fast food she was tiny, Thin Evie might actually struggle to fit into her uniform with the extra bit of fluff she was carrying. 'Ummm yeah, I'll have a burger...ummm,' Evie realized that she rarely ate burgers, a rather stupid american invention anyway, usually going for mexican or chicken when sampling fried food. But that was skinny Evie. Fat Evie had experience eating like this after all, Fat Evie ate like this every day, fat Evie wasn’t trying to stay under four hundred pounds because she wasn’t a fast food connoisseur. She cast her eyes over the pictures and licked her lips. 'I want a jalapeno burger, a full pound one with onion rings on it and extra sauce, an extra large curly fry...a large order of chicken tenders...biscuits...a large soft drink and a large strawberry milkshake,' Evelyn said confidently. ‘To go?’ The tiny check out girl asked with a raised eyebrow, ‘is there someone else you’re sharing with?’ ‘No, for here,’ Evie told her, considering how difficult getting into her car this weight would be, much less eating while maneuvering her marshmallow body would be while trapped inside its cramped interior. ‘And it's all for you?’ The girl asked again, slightly confused. Close up, Evelyn realized the cashier was actually pretty chubby, under two hundred pounds but well over the one fifty mark. She had a little roll under her chin and a puffy paunch, she was a twig compared to fat Evelyn though. Fat Evelyn, she decided, had to be so big most everyone looked skinny in comparison. ‘Of course, do I look like I can’t eat that much?’ Evie asked pointing at herself, while her inner voice yelled ‘FAT’ at her. Again she ignored it and considered what fat Evelyn would do. Fat Evelyn accepted she was fat, fat Evelyn might not like barely fitting into her car or the knee pain or the blood pressure meds, but Fat Evelyn liked to eat. Fat Evelyn took the ‘You’re Fat’ voice and buried it in fried meat. ‘Not really,’ the chubby cashier told her, ‘but hey, it's your order.’ ‘In that case, add a small salad to it,’ Evie smiled, sure her fat face had dimples, ‘I’ve gotta watch my figure.’ ‘Sure thing then,’ the cashier sighed and began ringing her up, ‘thirty even.’ That was high way robbery to be honest, but Evie, no Fat Evie, was used to big meals. The actress reached for her purse and only when her slim hand reached it did she realize it hung flush on a narrow hip. Her knees didn’t hurt and her breathe came easy, but her flattish stomach was still hungry despite the snickers. Blushing, robbed of her armor of adipose, Evie paid without another word, took her soda and filled it up. She stood in the waiting line, drinking it and thinking, trying to figure out when the change had been. When she ordered? Before? How long had she been skinny? Had she been thinking like ‘Fat Evie’ while skinny? And the cashier, who was well within chubby, had she actually been thin or had it all been perspective? She finished the soda, surprisingly quickly and the bubbly mass was uncomfortable in her mostly empty stomach. The actress refilled it with water, pondering the twilight zone hell she’d stumbled into. There was no explanation for it beyond either hallucination or some sort of vision quest. If in the morning she was still feeling this way, still flickering between slinky slim and rolly Polly fat, she’d go to the psych ward and get dosed with anti-psychotics. Until then though, she’d just have to take it as it came and pay attention. Evie was still skinny when her number was called and she picked up the tray of cholesterol, calories and saturated fat with a smile, even though it was shockingly heavy. After loading up on condiments and choosing a deserted section of the restaurant, she sat her slim tush down in a corner booth and took a sip of the milk shake. It was good, sweet and creamy and it settled the nausea in her stomach as she sucked it down. That inner voice yelled at how it would all go to her thighs and screamed until she sat the half empty cup down in front of her, having already sucked a decent meal of calories from it. ‘I’m fine, I’m fine, i’m the weight I need to be’ she muttered to herself quietly and then felt a chill on her left breast. Looking down, she saw her now matronly tits were on the table and one was pressed against the cold shake cup. Her belly was pressed tight against the table, it's lower half pressing on it from underneath where it fought for room with her beef slab thighs. The voice subsided, Fat Evelyn didn’t listen to it like thin Evelyn did and she sighed with relief, even though the motion pressed her sensitive tummy fat against the table. She tried making herself comfortable but failed, realizing she was wedged tight. It was a mistake thin Evelyn had made and could get her out of. Fat Evelyn would have chosen a chair or two to support herself and sat back far enough her belly would have some room. ‘I’ll get out when I’m skinny,’ she thought and reached for a chicken strip. The chicken strip was out of reach though. Pressed tightly as she was and generally inflexible as this body was built, the pinned woman couldn’t reach her stubby looking fingers to its paper box. Again, thin Evie had gotten fat Evie into a jam and she realized on her instincts to tell her what to do. Grabbing a curly fry, she used it as a tool to pull the chicken strips closer before popping it between her lips. Chicken joined it, then more fries, all loaded in three different sauces. Not counting ketchup because what are fries and chicken with out that? They disappeared quickly, but she ate with decorum, not spilling a drop. She’d, or at least thin Evie had, dined with the Queen once and being two hundred pounds overweight wasn’t an excuse to be a slob. When the chicken was gone and the fries only grease stained, she wiped her lips, and sighed contentedly. She felt good, her belly gurgled happily for more so polished off the slightly melted shake and felt better. Despite the knee pain and the pinch of the table, Evie felt contented and relaxed, better than she had since filming had wrapped. If overeating was always like this, she understood perfectly why Fat Evie was so big. So, to continue that full happiness she started in on her burger. It was good and spicy. Spicier than she’d thought and fat Evie she found, liked spicy. After a few bites she was sweating, more than the slight layer of perspiration that apparently always covered her a this size. Sucking down the water only made it worse, her shake was empty nor could she easily get up to get a refill. ‘Stupid thin Evelyn,’ she thought and wiped her face, noticing through the napkin it was angular. Looking down, her first thought was ‘Now I can get a drink at least’ while her second was ‘What the hell did I do to myself?’ Thin Evie still had small tits and lean thighs, but she now had a hell of a food baby poking over her leggings, displaying turgid pale flesh where it had pushed her t shirt aside. She put a hand on the stuffed dome, almost expecting to feel a kick. A red ring from her suddenly much too tight leggings was evident and her T shirt, when pulled down rode right back up over the hard packed slope. That motion was enough to make her fast food stuffed stomach groaned in pain, even in her relatively heavier than usual and somewhat out of shape state the newbie director had never eaten like this before. She felt ill, the grease and meat and sugar and carbs were not sitting well at all on her. But she didn’t vomit, even though the idea of getting rid of the several pounds of fast food in her gut appealed to her. She’d purged before and knew if she started now it’d be hard to stop. Better a few pounds than going back down that road. ‘You’re fat, you’re fat, you’re fat,’ the self hating part screamed as she got to her feet, the food baby making bending painful. Standing, adjusting how the too tight waist band and cursing Fat Evie for writing checks Thin Evie’s digestive tract had to pay, the actress trashed the remaining half of her burger and the other empty containers and walked slowly up to the soda fountain, past the few universally well fed and porky clientele. Her walk was as bad as fat Evie’s had been, if for different reasons: her stomach hurt with every step, that little hateful voice told her the clientelle and especially the chubby cashier were all looking at her in disgust for being so unfit. She filled the drained cup with ice and then with a slim, well manicured hand, wedding ring well fit on her finger, went to fill it with water. A beefy hand, still well manicured but ring less, pulled back from the water spigot. Yes she thought to herself, not getting hundreds of empty calories was good but she was also exhausted wasn’t she?, and filled a large cup of fizzy Mountain Dew. Evie’s round face split with a frown, she usually detested soda and banned it from the house. It was pure sugar and caffeine, pretty much terrible for you but she was also exhausted from less than five hours of sleep the night before, had to finish editing and had a suddenly much longer walk hauling three hundred and seventyish pounds back to her car and finding a way to cram herself inside it. She put her lips to the cup and found the soda better than she’d thought, its sweetness was comforting and its fizziness fun. Fat Evelyn might have a point in liking it, but given how it made her teeth hurt Evie decided that she should limit it from her on out. She’d already drank two quarts of it already and didn’t need a cavity on top of high blood pressure and blood sugar. The morbidly obese actress smiled at the dainty cashier, who had seemingly gained a chiseled jawline in the past thirty seconds, refilled the soda and started walking away, her belly gurgling contentedly. Half way to the car pain filled her mid section, as Evenlyn’s small, ludicrously over full stomach screamed at her. She managed to make it to the car and plopped inside, reclining backwards and groaning as she rubbed her stuffed gut. The athleisure wear pants were pinching her swollen belly crueler than the corset she’d worn in the first Robin Hood film and when Evelyn looked in the mirror she was green at the face. Her inner voice was ludicrous with rage at what she’d done, eating two days worth of calories in one go. ‘I wish I could unbutton these,’ she groaned, letting the swollen gut plop out, ‘God I’m going to vomit.’ But she didn’t vomit and waited until she felt better, then slowly hefted her immense bulk into a position she could drive from. There was a pharmacy nearby and she had a limited opportunity to drive there before she was thin again and too ill to use the wheel.
    5 points
  24. Damn... I'm getting big huh 🐷
    5 points
  25. Goddess shar

    Through the Window

    Version 1

    I first dated her back in high school. She was perfect. Back then I was young and silly and I stupidly hooked up with one of her mates.. she pretty much never spoke to me again after that. Years later, I noticed she started taking the same route home as me..only i live a lil further than she does..all recent pictures I’ve managed to get of her always appeared a lil blurry or half cut, but for the first time in forever she’s just a few feet away from me.. I start to film.. I watch her eat..I watch her take her clothes off ..I watch her rub cream into her belly..
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  26. Version 1.0.0

    Okay so the main comment I have gotten was that everyone wants to see a video with my face in it so here it is! I also model some of my favorite outfits that I like to wear going out... What would your reaction be if you saw me out in these outfits? Which one is your favorite? Let me know in the comments!
    $12.99
    4 points
  27. Hi again, The girlfriend has had a tough week at work which has left her wanting lots of junk food every night. On Monday night I found a Mcdonald's bag in her car (the receipt was for a large Big Mac meal, two cheese burgers and an apple pie) along with an empty large chocolate bar wrapper, I didn't say anything to her but simply threw them in the bin before heading off to the gym. She ate a big dinner with me that night too! She's got history of 'secret eating' in her car and unless I mention it she'll never tell me. When we're in bed lately I can't keep my hands off her, she's certainly getting heavier. Tuesday was a day off the gym for me so I suggested a takeaway, anything she wanted. She wanted pizza, I told her to order whatever she like and handed her my card which she took full advantage of. When the food arrived I was amazed, she'd got a 16" deep pan pizza, large chips, onion rings, breaded mushrooms, chicken nuggets and 2ltr bottle of coke. I plated up hers first, deliberately giving her the majority of it before going into the kitchen to plate mine up which I took my time with so she wouldn't realise how much more than me she had. By the time she was done I had a very full girlfriend sat back in her chair smile with her hands on her stuffed belly. She text me to say she was going to make spaghetti bolognese with garlic bread for tea that night, I said that sounded good but I was going to the gym at about 8 as I normally do so could we have it after? her response was yeah sure i'll grab a snack on the way home from work then, her snack was another large Big Mac meal I know this as the bag was left in the car with the receipt when I went to the gym that night. When I came home she was finishing of a pot of hummus and some pitta breads, she smiled and said "I was hungry, i've cooked tea it just needs warming up" after plating her a larger plate than myself which she ploughed her way through she got herself to her feet and told me "you need to rub my tummy, it so full." I told her to let me see which she did pulling up her top and walking over to me, I placed my hands on either side of it feeling how full it was before planting a kiss on it which made her smile. That night in bed she got her tummy rub as requested, well it started as a rub before I kissed it all over (I know she likes it when I do this) before working down and showing her how much I love the results of her over indulging. When I finished she talked about our holiday to Italy in the summer and her plans to wear a bikini and make the most of the all inclusive food and drink on offer before telling me she was definitely going to be fatter when we got back, I've asked her to get some button shorts for our trip and when they're too tight or small simply open them or leave them unbuttoned to show off her belly she agreed and seeing how much I liked the thought of it clmbed on top of me letting me feel the size of her full gut. She's really getting big lately. Just a quick update, any questions just ask!
    4 points
  28. I will come in with my 5 cents only because I have been feeling myself a bit guilty lately, if we are not 100% honest here where it absolutely doesn’t matter if we tell truth or lie then what is left. A bit of introduction, an FA fellow, just happy with a wife who has gained some weight, considerable weight to be honest. I’ll try to make this short so I can give you enough preview but go to the point quickly enough. When we started dating she was 125pounds, which was ok for the pettite 5’1 frame, and hope for me was that she has had a big appetite, not just for her size but for any size, on free mode she usually eats at least the same as me, and, me, being over 6ft, well, time should do its job I thought. And it happened just like that. Combining that with the fact that she is not a big fan of exercising, and a pregnancy in between she has now a fairly different figure. Of course during these years, (6 to be precise) there have been several episodes of weight loss attempts, diets, shopping bigger clothes, refusing to throw away the smaller clothes, being really mad at food and then loving it, a bit of everything you can imagine. After the holidays clocking in at barely over 190 pounds she is safely in the obese category. Her beautiful frame has expanded like a work of art, almost evenly giving me a big ass, boobs and a belly to enjoy. With that being said… I have to admit that considering all the gain has been pure fat because she does not exercise, I have to admit that her long term health outlook could be better. The FA in me of course has enjoyed all of it, every failed diet and every pound that has come and for some moments her as well but not truthfully I think. The FA in me would love it if she went all in on gaining for a few months, get her weight to double and live the dream. But the father and husband in me would like her to be able to chase our daughter around and not to be out of breath trying to zip some jeans and her to feel a bit more at peace with her body, that is a never ending quest and I guess I am not the only one with a situation like that.
    4 points
  29. Hi lovelies, How about we run a #ThrowbackThursday sale on an old clip?... I have reduced The Workout to $5.99 for the whole of Thursday, enjoy! 💕
    4 points
  30. RabbitMagick

    Lazy hump day 🐷 🖤

    Lazy hump day 🐷🖤
    4 points
  31. Caught my juicy sideview in the mirror today, thought I'd share 😘
    4 points
  32. Just so these don't get lost on the last post of page 12.....And to give some background their are about 30 more pictures I took and they will come with my next video I put out on the clips store!
    4 points
  33. What better for a first video than a Canadian girl eating poutine! (Fries with cheese curds and gravy for those who don't know) A little nervous about posting this so I hope you like it! 🤗 xo
    4 points
  34. 3 points
  35. Mallow

    Marshmallow girl

    Hey. I’m Mallow, I’ve been part of the fetish scene professionally for around 18 months. You may have seen me elsewhere on the internet! I love to show off my body and I’m extremely confident, but please be respectful in your interactions My cats and my friends mean the world to me, I like to collect vinyl and music is my biggest passion in life. I have a love for beautiful lingerie and craft beer, I’m a talented artist (watercolours, portraits) I’m an all round kinkster and dedicate lots of my time both professionally and privately to BDSM
    3 points
  36. >_< 0_0

    The Thin College

    Chapter Six With my brain buzzing with unbridled excitement over the very idea of fattening every girl I could see, I suddenly realized that I had no idea what to do next, so I took a nap, missed church by accident, and woke up at midnight. I tossed and twisted in my bedsheets trying to get back to sleep, but really, I had just “napped” over eight hours, so I wasn’t about to fall asleep. Oh well, time for a late-night gaming session. It had been awhile since I’d played Civilization VI, so I started that one up. There was a new DLC that made natural disasters a thing, which was an interesting idea. Too bad the first few turns of the game were so boring. I started pretending each city was a girl I knew, and that the population number coincided with jean sizes. Then again, if population equalled jean size, what equalled bra cups? Production value, of course. Maybe. These weren’t perfect match-ups, but it did keep my mind engaged… What the hell was I doing? Why was I daydreaming in a video game like this? And why did thinking about fattening girls feel slightly titillating? Did it though? Maybe I was just mixing the thrill of vengeance with my unfulfilled yearnings for love and lust. Maybe being single too long made you slowly go crazy in some strange, kinky way. That would explain my DeviantArt search history… As my mind wandered, I suddenly realized that I’d foolishly built a city next to a dormant volcano that had decided to explode (so that was why the soil was so fertile). Oh well, I could build a better city further out. What was the best way to maximize city growth? Better yet, what was the best way to maximize girl growth? Now that I had reached “level 1,” it was clear that even though I earned pounds from making others lose pounds, it did not mean that anyone would be getting any thinner in the long run. On the contrary, whether a girl was wearing some extra pounds or the pounds were stored in my app, the math didn’t lie: there was always a net gain of pounds. The “pounds bar” on my app was basically a bank… yes… indeed. A bank of pounds. I was “investing” in girls (and horses) and earned “dividends” as they lost the weight. Then – as any good bank is prone to do – I would give out a “loan” with my Hex Ring. My eyes lit up as I suddenly realized what I was daydreaming about. “That’s it!” I said to myself, laughing in spite of myself. “It’s a bank! This is literally what I’m studying!” And so it was! I was working on an economics major. I could use my studies to develop tactics for using the fattening app to maximum effect! All I had to do was pretend I was running a bank! Hell, maybe this whole thing would help me better understand what I was reading too! Was a 3.5 GPA out of the question? A 4.0? Oh my, the possibilities of this were endless! My epiphany inspired me to study my economics homework for the third time in a row... sort of. Every time I played a turn in Civilization, I owed myself to read a page of my textbook. Once that got easy… two pages. Time flew by and it was time for breakfast. I wasn’t too hungry, but I went anyway just in case I got a chance to eat with one of the girls (which I didn’t). Ah, Mondays. Most people lamented the beginnings of work, but after a cup of coffee and a bottle of coke, I was ecstatic. The possibilities were endless for me! I would find a way to feed someone again. Meanwhile, my pounds bar was slowly refilling as my first victim, Lucy Bolger, slowly began the process of dieting, on hundredth of a pound at a time. At the moment, my pounds bar was coloured in two shades, the normal yellow colour, and a new red colour. Apparently, the yellow represented the pounds in my “vault” (that’s what I called it), and the red represented the pounds I had “loaned” out (currently 9.54 pounds). What this told me was that even though I’d emptied my vault out with my first hex, those pounds still counted towards my efforts to reach level 2, and to do that, I had to earn a total of… 25 pounds. I was less than 15 pounds away from that. Okay. The levelling got harder over time, just like any respectable levelling system would. No big deal; I had the power of compound interest on my side! Soon I would be the Warren Buffet of Biltmore College! My first class of the day was The History of Western Business taught by the dignified, curvaceous Ms. Buxley. She was a good professor still technically working towards getting her doctorate, which meant that she taught us with all the passion of a faculty underdog trying to compensate for that fact that she wasn’t addressed as “Dr. Buxley.” The way she poured homework into our laps, I had no doubt she’d get her doctorate soon. Luckily, I had no trouble concentrating on her in class. With a killer-body in a pencil skirt like hers, my chances of dozing-off during her lectures were zero – even if I had been up since midnight. The classroom was small yet ornate in design, with long, mahogany desks arranged in concentric half-circles around the centre of the room, and each row slightly higher than the row in front of itself. The walls matched the desks, being made of wood carved in sensible patterns reminiscent of Oxford or Hogwarts. As a nerd, I naturally gravitated towards the centre of the front row, and this class was no different. With the way the rows curved, I could see close to a dozen other students sitting attentively from my position. I wasn’t sure if they were all at least two seats away from me because I was Stalker Jason, or if it was because most people don’t sit in the front. This was a trivial concern while I did my best to not be caught staring at Ms. Buxley’s hips. Taking copious amounts of notes was probably enough to divert suspicion, and I had already filled half a page with notes that may or may not have been useful considering that I’d accidentally half-memorized the assigned reading material. “Jason,” Ms. Buxley turned around suddenly. “What do you think?” I blinked stupidly as the professor waited for an answer. “Ah…” I said nervously. “You see, the irony is that I missed what you were saying because I was writing a note down just now…” “Jeiny,” Buxley turned her head slightly, obviously irritated by my reply. “What about you?” A Hispanic girl sitting on the far left hid a smirk as she looked down at the textbook and started reading aloud. Well, shit, now I was pissed. First of all, I’d just realized what part of the reading we were covering and knew it by heart, second, the bitch was just reading the text. We’d all read the text already! What was this, high school? Why the fuck was I catching girls snickering in my direction like I was the idiot? Because I was the horny male who apparently couldn’t concentrate on the lecture because my toxic masculinity fogged my brain. Oh yes, who could possibly expect the boy to learn anything as he drooled over the hot teacher in front of him? I’d seen this before… seriously, fuck them. I was going to make them so fat. Somehow. Someday. My last lecture of the day was over, so I was free to head down to the ranch. As opposed to last Saturday, the field was filled with girls on horseback playing polo with each other. There were about a dozen of them, half wearing white breeches, half wearing brown. Clever, I guess. Maybe I could head into the barn and see if there was anyone I could talk to in there about joining? There wasn’t. But there were horses in some of the stalls. Excellent. Time to start feeding the horses! I looked around the barn for the barrel of carrots. Looked like the carrot barrel had been moved. How unfortunate. I did spot some white bags that looked promising. Untying one revealed that it was full of oats. If I could place these in the stalls… yes. This would work. I heaved the first bag towards the nearest stall, doing my best to keep the oats from spilling out. It had to be at least thirty pounds. Now, I didn’t expect one horse to eat it all in one go, but surely one horse could make quite a dent in it. “Hey horsie,” I said nervously as the large, black animal sauntered its way to the gate. “What’s your name… Princess, huh?” I noted the tag on its bridle. “Easy enough to remember. Here. Take this…” I attempted to stuff the oat bag through the gate and accidentally spilled some oats. “Oh shit… yes. That’s it. A royal feast for Princess. Alright, now for the next horsie…” “What are you doing?” Shit. I’d been spotted by a short blonde with double-braids forming a crest on her head. “Hey, how’s it going?” “What are you do-ing-uh?” she made the last word as whiny as possible. “You’re spilling the oats!” “I was feeding the horses,” I said nervously. “I mean, I was here last Saturday trying to join the Equestrian Club and –“ “We don’t feed the horses in their stalls. Who did you talk to?” “Uh… I forgot. Anyway, she told me to brush and feed the horses and then come back on Monday…” “Oh yeah? And who was it?” “I forgot her name! She was blonde. I think.” Two more girls peered into the barn and I recognized one of them. “Her!” I pointed frantically. “I saw her on Saturday. Uh… Mary. That was her name.” This girl though, she was rolling her eyes and stomped off towards Mary. They whispered just loudly enough for me to hear things like “you told this schmuck he could join our club?” That was deliberate. I closed my eyes with a deep breath and pretended I couldn’t hear them. Eventually, their whispers got too quiet to make out, and I knew they were conspiring some kind of plan. Then they nodded and walked up to me. “Hey Jason,” Mary smiled wide. It was so fake and patronizing. Did she really think I was fooled? “Thanks for coming back.” “Your welcome,” I said casually. “We’re all playing polo right now, so unfortunately we can’t spare anyone to teach you how to ride. But could you be a real sport and brush the horses like I showed you? You can do that for me, can’t you?” “Hell yeah,” I smiled. She thought she’d tricked me into thinking she had the hots for me! Oh, little did she know that she was falling right into my plan. “And can you scoop the manure in the barn too?” “Yeah. I use that shovel over there, right? I’ve worked on farms before. You have a place where you’re storing the manure?” “Just toss it in the bin outside. It’s half-full already, so you can’t miss it. And thanks… I appreciate it,” she turned and sashayed back out the barn with an alluring smirk. I smirked back. If only she knew my true intentions! Time to make some “investments.”
    3 points
  37. DFan

    Katy Mixon

    So here is an update on Katy Mixon, still keeping a good amount of weight after giving birth in May of 2018. Photos are from season 3 episode 14 of American Housewife.
    3 points
  38. 3 points
  39. BobaFatt

    Brianna Marquez

    Starting to really look thicker again
    3 points
  40. Trying to figure out what I’m eating for dinner 🤔..check out my new video and stay tuned tonight for my weight gain shake video!
    3 points
  41. The Feb of discontent continues. Lots of diet talk but not much follow through. Sunday she decided she wanted to run some laps around the back yard. A lap is 1/14th of a mile. Sfter the first lap she was winded and switched to run one walk one. She looked so awkward jogging around the yatd in her tight workout pants and top. So jiggly! Afterward she rewarded herself with wine and spent the rest of the day sitting. I feel conflicted about the whole thing. It was good to see her get her heart rate up and she looked super hot plodding around the yard, however i hate to see her burning precious calories. Her inability to run even a 10th of a mile highlights two things. 1. Being overweight has a real impact on her life and encouraging her to be fat is kind of fucked up since she isnt into it. 2. Her inability to do basic cardio means she certainly wont be losing significant weight quickly or easily in the future. 33% of adults in my state are obese so she is in good company. At no point in our relationship has she shown interest in working out or doing adventures activities that require cardio. Her being able to run a mile isnt really impactful to her daily life as cutting out yummy food would be. Ive also noticed she is becoming a secret eater. If i am in the kitchen she will decline another serving of pasta but if i am away she will finishe the bowl. Last night she declined my offer of food but heated herself up five taquitos. Not sure how to use this to my advantage.
    3 points
  42. Goddess shar

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    3 points
  43. Cyril Figgis

    Deja Fat

    Oof...this poor, poor woman. Fingers crossed that she manages to silence this voice by the third part--as delightful as it is to imagine her so big and fat, my heart is breaking for this nervous wreck.
    2 points
  44. Good morning everyone! Check out my new video I posted last night and stay warm😊
    2 points
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