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Its nice and sunny today so naturally I celebrated with maple bacon doughnuts!

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More selfies from today, I’ve been binging on takeout for the last hour; an order of yakisoba, two 8 piece sushi rolls, an order of tonkastu, some soup and a boatload of rice later, I’m SO full!

These jean shorts are my favorite. They're getting pretty tight now and I was notified today that we're down another pair. She didn't seem to care much after finishing an entire pizza and some Chinese for dinner.

Hi folks! I just have some relaxed evening photos, looking cute! (just out of frame is a box of 🍓strawberry🍓 mochi that I LOVE💖)

I got FAT🐷🐷🐷

Loving myself gets me problems in finding right sized clothes 😆

I kinda feel like a stuffed Velma from Scooby Doo

I love the way my soft squishy fat belly feels 😍

There's a cheeky end to my latest clip 😝

Selfie dump~~ still hovering around 215, I’m having such a hard time getting weight to stick!!

Guess who you made fat as fuck? New video up soon ♥️

Good morning all! I posted a new video check it out...HAPPY FRIDAY!

I had a blast working with this artist! This turned out beyond fantastic and I'm thrilled that not only has it been so much fun working with them, they are where driven to make it absolutely perfect! The time and effort they put into this really shows and I couldn't be happier to put their artwork as the forefront of my ever expanding business and site profiles! I hope you enjoy this as much as I do! 😍😍😍

Recent photo post via Instagram. (02/28/19) Caption: This cheeky smile means more than it appears. It's the terrified smile of someone who just ripped her pants in the butt and got a panel to get through -------------------------- Translation: Who sees like this every cheeky girl can't imagine the moments of terror I lived with the pants abruptly tearing in the ass and me in meeting in the mother ship where she was manufactured 😲 #anthropologie

1: Download Fattening App. 2: Get girls to eat what you give them. 3: ???? 4: Profit! Chapter Eight Friday had arrived, at last. Research showed that people felt best on Friday because they had the entire weekend to look forward to. I could attest to that with the way I hoped for an excuse to ask one of my crushes out only to be denied in some way or another. This Friday, however, would be different. This time, it was not a date I sought, but poundage. Last night, I’d made it to level 3. It was possible that I’d be at level 4 with a new hex to cast by Saturday – if certain criteria were met. With classes out of the way, I was back in my room tying the laces on my outdoor boots as I stared longingly at the crates of bottled water I’d half-hidden in my closet. It was almost time for me to head down to the barn and take care of the horses, but first I wanted to check my new chart. Now that my boots were on, I turned my attention to my laptop and opened the new excel file I’d created. My fattening app only showed me the bare minimum of data, and as an aspiring economics major, I couldn’t resist creating some tables to calculate things I was curious about. I grinned to myself as I clicked the file named “Bank of England.” Ever since Ms. Buxley caught my Freudian Slip when I substituted Canadian Dollars for Pounds, I decided to roll with it. After all, if anyone happened to somehow see this file, it would look completely normal. Indeed, I’d used little pound symbols everywhere. Now then, time to look at the first spreadsheet: a table of each person I’d “loaned” pounds to and what they “owed” me. From here it was easier for me to make the calculations for my second spreadsheet: a graph of my “net profit” every day. This was my true masterpiece, for the app did not show this data. From here, I could see the results of my efforts, see what worked and what didn’t, and make better “investment strategies.” This was what showed me that the numerous small loan strategy was working. With great satisfaction, I noted how my graph wiggled its way upwards as the days passed by. Over the past week, that graph had risen rapidly when I discovered the horse-feeding trick and rose slightly more with the water-bottle trick. I earned more pounds with each passing day. Most excellent. Perhaps I would add another spreadsheet for calculating how much time it took to earn each level-up tonight. Alas, it was time to feed the horses… and their riders. “Hey Mary, hey girls,” I said happily as I walked into the barn with a crate of water bottles. “Good afternoon Jason,” Mary frowned as she eyed the water bottles. “You’re late today.” “I am?” I said nonchalantly as I heaved the water onto the nearest flat surface. “It’s 3pm; I came here at the same time as yesterday.” “We ride right after lunch on Fridays,” one of the girls said with her hands on her hips. “Yeah Jason,” some other girl chimed in. “We’re counting on you.” “Anyone want water?” I asked hopefully. “I ended up with too much of it, see, so I brought some over.” “I’m good Jason.” “No thank you.” I shrugged. “Okay.” Mary folded her arms beneath the light swell of her b-cup breasts. “How did you get all this water?” “It’s a… long story,” I grinned nervously. I didn’t have a good cover story for this. “Whatever. We’re done riding today,” Mary inhaled deeply, polo shirt straining slightly over her small chest. She was smiling, though, which meant she was about to try to take advantage of me again. “But I’m going to cheer practice right now. If you want, you can take the water over to them.” “Really?” I smiled. “I mean, yeah. I’ll do that for you.” “I appreciate it,” Mary nodded. “You don’t mind hauling all that water, right?” “Nah, this is a good workout.” “I knew you wouldn’t mind. Alright, follow me.” “You know, I had no idea you were a cheerleader too,” I said as we walked out of the woods toward the sports field. “I’m one of the backups,” Mary explained as I followed her slender hips clothed in skintight breeches. “If anyone gets tired or injured, I step in place.” “Interesting,” I hefted my crate to adjust my grip. “So which position do you train for? In the pyramid, I mean.” “I’m not part of the pyramid,” she huffed, exhausted with my small talk. “Oh… hang on. I thought you always trained on the football field? Why are we walking into the sports building?” “Because we’re going to the locker room. We have to change into our uniforms, after all.” “Oh, I get it!” I laughed. “But I don’t think I can, like, go into the girls locker room.” “Of course not. You can just leave the water on the nearest counter.” “Yeah, okay. It’s too bad there’s no men’s locker room at this girls’ college.” “Why would you even need one? You don’t play sports.” “Okay, but one: I can’t play sports because there’s no men’s teams, and two: I still go to the gym every once in a while. At this point, I have to change in my room.” “I don’t see any problem with that,” Mary said as she opened the door to the sports building and waltzed in. She didn’t hold the door open, so I had to catch it with my extended foot and shuffle myself in without dropping the crate. “There usually isn’t a problem,” I grunted as I followed her across the lobby past the rock-climbing wall and front desk. “Unless it’s raining outside.” “Right,” Mary stopped in front of the locker room and turned to face me. “You can leave those on that table there,” she pointed at a wooden table by the wall being used for flyers and posters for college clubs and volunteer opportunities. “Cool,” I placed the crate on the most open part of the table and stretched the burn out of my arms. “Alright then. Thank you Jason, bye!” And with that, Mary slid into the locker room. She didn’t open the door all the way because she didn’t want me to peek inside, but the sound of gossiping girls and steaming showers flooded my ears before they were muffled by the door shutting again. I smiled to myself and rubbed my hands. “They’re all in there,” I muttered quietly, so the girl at the front desk couldn’t hear. “Good… let’s arrange these for them…” One by one, I plucked the water bottles out of the plastic and arranged them on the table like bowling pins. Next, I took the plastic wrapping and carried it to the front desk. “Excuse me,” I smiled at the girl working there. “Do you have a trash can there?” She was a small, frail little thing with straight, brown hair and large glasses. She stared up from her study material and pushed her glasses up her thin nose with child-like hands. “Um… yes,” she reached for my trash. “Let me take that.” Now to start a conversation with her to give me an excuse to be there. “Hang on, don’t we have a class together with Ms. Buxley?” “Uh huh,” she smiled shyly. “I barely recognized you! Did you do something with your hair?” “Oh, nothing like that. You just sit in the front row, so you don’t see everyone.” “Yeah, it’s a bad habit of mine.” Her soft voice fluttered with light laughter. “It’s not. You can sit anywhere you want.” “So do you happen to be reading next week’s material right now? I see you’re studying.” “I haven’t gotten to it. I’m trying to figure out what to wright my research paper on…” And so it went. The conversation was light, but very enjoyable for me since most of the girls were crazy in some way or another. In fact, I started wondering if it wouldn’t hurt to ask her if she wanted to study together, maybe even try and date her? But then I reminded myself that I was in a matrix and there had to be something wrong with her. In any case, my real intent was to keep an eye on my water bottles. The cheerleading team was filtering out of the locker room now, dressed in their purple bare-midriff uniforms with black and white trim. As I stole glances in their direction, I was surprised with how many water bottles were guzzled-down as they chatted away at each other. The front-desk girl gave me a look. She’d caught me staring, so I had to make it less weird. “What do you think of the cheerleading captain?” I asked. “Brooke? She’s a drama queen,” she huffed. “You mean a queen bee?” I laughed. “That too. I mean, look at her! Look how she made her blonde hair all wavy and combed it so it goes over her shoulder like that. She spends an hour in front of the mirror doing makeup every day.” “An hour?” “Every day! I know because we have communal bathrooms in my dorm on every floor. We live on the same floor, right? And, like, I just needed to brush my teeth in the morning. So I turned on the sink next to her and she just glares at me. She told me to stop splashing water on her ‘foundation.’” “Why am I not surprised by that?” “Honestly, I just go up a floor and use that bathroom instead. She is just impossible…” A sharp whistle blew behind me and I flinched. Looking behind me, I locked eyes with Ms. Zoltan, coach of the cheer squad and one of the most intimidating women I’ve ever met. Zoltan stood with the whistle between her lips with a clipboard tucked between her arm and chest. Beneath loose, white gym clothes, muscles coiled thickly around every limb, bone, and joint. Her dark skin shone with sweat from her daily lunchtime workout. Standing somewhere over six feet, I had no doubt she played basketball in her college days; it made her muscled frame look lean and quick. Her short, curly black hair was twisted into ropes that framed a face with high cheekbones and cold, brown eyes. “Break time’s over girls!” she barked, letting her whistle fall from her lips and hang on a necklace just over her modest B-cup cleavage. “Today’s PE session! Let’s knock it out!” The cheerleaders were obviously used to their coach’s personality, for their conversations continued even as they walked towards the basketball court. “Goddamn,” I remarked when Zoltan was far enough away for me to be safe again. “Isn’t she amazing?” Desk Girl asked. “How does she coach cheerleading, basketball, and teach weightlifting class while getting so strong in the meantime?” “You said getting strong? Like, she was smaller?” “I’ve worked here every other workday since the semester started and she’s added, like, fifteen pounds of muscle. I wish I had time to do it.” “What’s your name, by the way?” I asked her casually. “Me? I’m Emily,” she held her hand out. “I’m uh… Jason,” I shook her hand. “But you probably knew that since –” “You’re the only boy on campus?” “—since everyone calls me Stalker… oh! Yeah, I guess.” “Aw, don’t stress what those sorority girls call you,” Emily smiled reassuringly. “You haven’t actually stalked anyone. Everyone who knows you knows that.” I cringed. “It’s a terrible reputation. I’m trying to fix it.” “Don’t worry about it! You’re a great person, Jason. You’re really smart, you know.” “Oh. Yeah…” I sighed. Yet another girl who was going to mention how smart I was and how someday I’d find someone to love, but not them. I pulled my phone out to check my progress towards level 4. “You probably don’t even realize it, but you have a lot of talents Jason. That’s what this whole college experience is all about! We’re finally adults and we’re here to find out what we can do with our skills. Someday you’re going to realize what your hidden talent is and you’ll accomplish big things – huge things. Jason? Jason, you listening?” I stared at my phone with bulging eyes. I was less than half a pound away from reaching level 4! Was all that water really that heavy? I should’ve weighed it to be sure… “Sorry,” I laughed. “Ms. Buxley told me to silence my phone the other day and I just realized I had all these notifications here. I wasn’t ignoring you on purpose, I promise.” “Oh, I see.” “By the way, do you want a…” I looked at the table and saw that there was no water left. “Uh… do you want a snack? I could get you something…” “I already got my snack,” Emily patted a sandwich wrapped in plastic. “But thank you.” “Alright then. Well… I think I’ll steal a glance at Zoltan and then head on my way. Maybe I’ll see you tomorrow?” “Of course. Bye! Wait... you're going to what?”

GoodNight.

I forgot to mention, my new clip has a bit of a cheeky end to it 💋

Full belly after gorging myself on snacks at the movies! 🤗

My girlfriend gained about 30 pounds over the past 6 months. Once I told her I was a feeder she made midnight snacking her new hobby and really started packing on more weight. She's outgrown a lot of her clothes and can't put enough food into her greedy little mouth. See the older photos for a comparison. I'll be posting videos of her progress soon so stay tuned.

Have you seen my latest upload?

NEW VIDEO! You're really going to want to see this one 😏

I kinda like her but its sad when i think of what she looked like when I was a kid. Now she is curvy, feminine etc but looking very matronly and her face has aged drastically.

Hey guys! I made an eating/ stuffing in public video! Can’t wait to share it with you guys, who’s excited? 😍

"This thread is quite old. Please consider reviving this one only if you have new (value add) content to contribute! " https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hihEhsdwiIk Been hovering at 185 since we've last conversed. It seems much has changed since then what with paypal, patron, tumblr, youtube etc going to war with the FA community. Whats the 'state of the FA union'? Still room for little ol' me?

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So big and sexy 😍

keep an eye out for my new in public car stuffing 😍

Nothing beats a soft belly to play with 💕

Seeing double 👩🏻👩🏻💋

Just a short one. Was out for a meal with a large group of friends last night. One of the ladies is a pretty blonde in her early 30s who got married about 7 or 8 months ago and has really put on a fair bit of weight. I would say she has gone from a size 12 to a 16 and is now visibly overweight. When she had left the table to go to the toilet I heard one of her friends whisper to another a bit too loudly (everyone had had a few drinks "She never used to order three courses before she married him, she's getting massive" and they both had a bit of her giggle at their plump friend.

since i’ve finally recovered from being ill, new videos are coming very soon! lots of you have asked for more stuffing videos so stay tuned 💕⭐️ have a look at my last video where I squeezed all my fat into a tight leopard print dress 🐷

Here's some old saucy photos I forgot to post <3 ~ JellyKat

Just woke up from a steamy dream about having a feedee girlfriend and now I’m sad I don’t have a cute girl to squish and feed 😭😭😭

Quote from The Dukes of Hazzard...."Something musta bounced up into my undercarriage" Yes Jessica....something HAS bounced up in there😁 and looky what happened.

I’ve been stuffing myself like BANANAS all week and I felt extra big so I weighed myself but I haven’t gained any more 😩😭 Guess that means I just have to try harder! 😅

Fat and happy.

Yesterday at Christian Siriano's fashion show. I didn't post a bunch of other good size comparisons with her and the tiny Christina Ricci over at gettyimages.com, check them out for yourself.