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Holy fuck... 😍

I'm feeling really good about the way my body is growing...I'm ready to make another video...tonight I'm belly rubbing in the bathtub with bubble bath...

(apparently it's good for my figure)

Just chilling before filming for y’all...

Eat up, Nigella. Eat up. Make them bigger and make sure your ass follows!

Hello Curvage! I've recently been introduced to this site by my boyfriend; we've known each other for a very long time but only met up again recently. He hadn't seen me since I was a very skinny teenager and he is *loving* my new, fuller figure. We took some pictures and decided to share with you all. Tell us what you think! PS. I'm not a feedee or gainer so please bare that in mind when commenting ;)

Since you're all such fans of my stockings...

Boy, someone sure has filled out! That comparison is a 1 year difference. Feb 2018 to Mar 2019. How much ya think she’s gained??

Hmmmm it's a little quite in here...😉

Bought this top a couple of years ago...oops.

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.

She took some test photos with the new camera. The camera didn't really focus on her unless she was really close. I'm gonna try to help her with that when we have time to look at the settings together. We thought they still looked pretty good though so we decided to share them 😍 She has been eating way more for the past month or so and I feel like it's starting to show.

So far you're 0-6 in this thread.

Sometimes you just have to add cream...

This was from her IG account........Presumably she is going down the plus size model because she can’t be foolish enough to think that she is conventional model size anymore. She is officially in the plus size niche. Now the question is going to be if she lets her natural shape show through and stop liposuctioning her stomach. Her hips and butt are huge.

And some photos from last June through now.

Some vids from a year ago that never made it on here. I love how tiny she makes everyone around her look.

hey, some newer pics

Hard to describe so I’ll just share a pic of my ideal woman 🤩 wish I knew this beauty

Indulging in the kitchen, stuffing my greedy mouth with food, letting my tummy fat jiggle over my skirt - video up now!

My gawd she’s getting FAT!!

It’s been a lazy kind of day. I’ve ended up having to take a nap because I ate too much and worked too hard 🤦🏻‍♀️

Who's ready for my measurements video? Not uploaded yet, just hyping you up. Listen to me complain about my fat arms and my four foot round ass!

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.

⊂（♡⌂♡）⊃ so I have a bathtub now aaaaaand.. yeah, I don't want to get out.

Hi, Maybe some of you already know her. Cara is a busty british model. She started modeling around 2016. She needed some money I guess. She had two issues for the start. She was a tall girl but she was slightly overweight at that time. And it seems she's a little too old to start as a model. I know for sure she's at least (!) 30 now. Think she's 35 probably. That's how it all started, her pre-modeling days and her early shoots. Ofc she could never dream of becoming a top british busty model (i.e Lucy pinder). Cara started too late and her boobs are not that amazing. Now when she only shoots for OnlyTease site she no longer needs to keep herself in a good shape. It seemed she had to put a lot of effort to stay in shape. This set is recent (a month ago or so) I guess. She looks very strong in these 💪 Unfortunately her tits are done now she has no chances in a british big boobs industry. They will sag even more in one year.

Thanks, I'd love to finish every story before I start another but except for small shorts like Deja Fat I write whatever pops into my head. Usually there's a big burst when I have some free time, and I can put out a ton when I do. I'd love to finish the 'other' DC storyline, its not far from its end actually, but well, its not what's in my head now. She just might.... As I said further back on the page, PG is my favorite super heroine. This time around she gets a more...dominant role though, compared to the humiliation of before. Not a comic nerd heh? I'll do a short synopsis of a few for now, synopsis are more my ideas of the characters, but try and make sure the rest are in the story, what with show don't tell: Wonder Woman: Diana (secret identity name, Diana Prince) immortal Amazon princess, sent from paradise island of themyscira (canonically a kinky as fuck place) to teach the mortal world the way of peace as an ambassador. Blessed by the greek gods with super strength, speed, durability, flight etc. Has a golden lasso, bullet proof bracers (even though bullets are just an annoyance to her most of the time) and sometimes a sword and shield. Has a big sense of justice, a lot of empathy and remains a dangerous fighter/tactician. Has black hair, blue eyes, is very tall (i'm having her at 6'3), ripped like a runner and has the 2nd biggest bust of a DC heroine. Wonder Girl: Cassandra Sandsmark Diana's side kick, a museum curator's daughter who grew up to be a super heroine after finding out she was Zeus' daughter and thus half a god. Pushes hard to prove herself as not just a side kick, in comics often a team leader of the teen titans depending on what reboot is happening now and can be a bitch, but at one point had a close relationship with Kara that i'm deeply over exaggerating here. College age, slightly above normal height, blonde haired and blue eyed, a fit, lean figure to start. Supergirl: Kara Zor-el, Superman's cousin, like him a refuge from krypton but her rocketship was crappier and thus she took decades longer to land. Typically has a sugar sweet personality that clashes with resentment over her planet blowing up and anger issues that she could have prevented it with the power she has now. At one point in the comics had a close relationship with Cassandra I'm exaggerating here. Has the whole kryptonian super power package, invulnerability, super strength, heat vision, super senses, flight all powered by the sun somehow.Typically normal height, blonde hair, blue eyes, very thin build, college aged. Power Girl: Kara, Zor-El Superman's cousin, like him a refuge from krypton but her rocketship was crappier and thus she took decades longer to land...wait a minute. Okay, this is the complicated one. Back in ye olden early 80s, DC had multiple continuities being published at once, called earth 1, earth 2 etc. On earth 2, Kara didn't land as a teenager but as an adult who forged her own identity as Power Girl instead of super girl, being very self confident in her powers, head strong and not taking any shit from anyone. She became popular because of that and for being drawn what 2019 would call 'thick' (which varied but she always was drawn with very impressive breasts) compared to other superheroines. Then that reality got destroyed in a dumb event because DC wasn't selling enough comics but Power Girl was popular enough to get kicked into main continuity, her powers mostly stayed the same (although they oscilated in level) but what the hell she was exactly shifted around a lot from Atlantean wizard's daughter to who the hell knew. Both of these also gave her crippling insecurity beneath the veneer of self confidence. Eventually revealed to be the sole survivor of Earth 2, she stayed in earth 1 and became both the CEO of tech company and leader of a super team. Typically is tall (about 6') and is always very busty while usually is musclar, short blonde hair, blue eyes, typical kryptonian super power package but is immune to kryptonite from main earth.

She's huge 😍😍😍 Looks *almost* as big as Erica Lauren now but I could be wrong

I mean...🤤

My wife has had two desk jobs where she was on teams, all women and they simultaneously gained weight - the women, not surprisingly, emboldened each other's weaknesses with gluttony and bringing in snacks, etc. That said, on each of those teams all of the girls talk(ed) some level of shit about the others behind their back about "plumping up" or being "the worst" of the bunch, lol. Even my wife makes remarks about some girls and she's always put on probably 2x the weight compared to the person she's talking about. 🤨 Piggies humiliating the other piggies – the greatest part about it is they easily give into getting much fatter because they're always thinking "well, at least I'm not slobbing out like ______. Did you see her plate? Now SHE'S just out of control!". 🤣 That was my wife's canned response when I gingerly brought up her weight gain "Me? A lot of it's Lauren's fault for always wanting ice cream after lunch. You should see her weight gain. It's really getting ridiculous at this point."

She keeps getting fatter and fatter. It's adorable. Even when she loses weight, she bounces back even bigger.

Me love cooookieesss! Nom nom nom nom

This part's rather long, but there wasn't a good way to split it into equal servings, so I just stuffed the whole thing into one chapter 😗 Chapter Ten I sprung out of bed Saturday morning at the early hour of six thirty. There was nothing to do today except eat breakfast with Emily, but it had me more excited than any other “date” I had ever had. Was my mind playing games, or did she seem genuinely interested in me? So what if I was trapped in some damn matrix? Maybe there were a few girls who weren’t included in the hate-Jason-club? I had to figure this out – and if she did hate me, at least I’d be able to feed her breakfast. So after a rare morning shower, a good shave, and a lucky dabbing of my cologne, I left my room and headed for the chow hall just in time to be ten minutes early. When I reached the stairs, I could hardly believe my eyes – she was waiting for me! She clung a good-sized book to her chest as I approached and her plain, brown eyes lit-up with polite acknowledgement of my arrival, and she waved her small fingers in my direction. “You show-up early too?” I asked. “I don’t really like crowds,” Emily replied quietly. “I can relate,” I replied, shoving my hands into my pockets. “Every time I’m in a crowd around here, I get these weird looks. I get the feeling people don’t like me for some reason.” “Who cares what they think,” she said, smiling slightly at the floor. We small-talked until the chow hall opened. It was slow, sporadic conversation, but I was overjoyed with the experience of being with someone who seemed to genuinely like me. As I sat at the table and handed Emily her plate of food, I caught myself thinking if she could be the one. I shook my head. Was ten minutes of gossip all it took to get me hot and flustered? It was way too soon to think about relationships – but I could still daydream about it. I looked up from my plate and stole a glance at Emily as she cut her food. She wasn’t ugly, but she did look rather plain wearing a loose, wool sweater. It didn’t look like she did anything special with her hair or skin either. All in all, she wasn’t someone I would crush on, but then again, did looks really matter? Of course not! What mattered is she liked me! I think she liked me… “What are you thinking Jason?” she asked. “Lots of things,” I said cautiously. “My brain’s like a computer with a bunch of tabs open.” “Hm,” Emily chewed thoughtfully. “That’s pretty funny.” “I guess. It’s true though.” “Interesting. So what’s that first tab thinking?” “About you, of course,” I replied quickly. “I mean… you have my utmost attention and all…” “And what’s the second tab thinking?” “Uh… it’s thinking about what to do once we’re done eating.” “Huh… what are you doing after this?” I stopped eating and sort-of spaced-out. Was she asking me out, or was she just conversating? I had to plan my next move carefully. “Why do you ask?” “I can’t say,” Emily shrugged. “I was just wondering.” What a cryptic answer. I still had no idea what she wanted. But then again, didn’t Zoltan say I might as well try? Something like that. “Well, I don’t hang out with that many people, so I go on long walks.” Emily’s eyes lit up. “Really? I like doing that too! Where are you going?” “I was thinking of going down the beach.” “How nice!” There was a long pregnant pause. “You can come. If you want.” “Sure. I’d love to.” Honestly, I was getting pretty nervous. For months – years if you counted high school – I had fantasized taking a girl out one-on-one. Just me and my girl on an intimate stroll, reminiscing about the scenery and each other. But now, with Emily walking to my left, I found myself almost speechless. I hadn’t actually planned what to do once something like this happened. This was uncharted territory. The sun did its best to shine through heavy, morning fog as we passed under the Kappa Omega lighthouse. The high tide lapped at the edges of the cliff’s arch, and Emily dodged a particularly large sweep of salty ocean water by running behind me until she was by my right shoulder. I eyed her nervously; she was a mere six inches from my body. “I’ve never been down here before,” she said happily, eyes wide with wonder. “I like this part of the island,” I said with my hands in my pockets. Hermit crabs did their best to sidestep our imposing shadows before shrinking into their shells. “Not many people bother to walk this far down the beach, so I can sit and study alone.” “It’s beautiful,” Emily beamed. “But how can you concentrate sitting down on the beach?” “I dragged a log out of the woods and sit on that,” I looked up and withdrew a hand from my pocket to point ahead. “You can see it from here, see? Right by the mouth of Beaverdam Creek.” “There? It looks so peaceful!” “Want to sit on it for a little while?” “I don’t mind. Not at all.” “It’s not the most exciting thing to do, but –” “I said I didn’t mind, didn’t I? Well? Come on!” Emily didn’t run, but she did quicken her pace. With a nervous breath, I followed her. By the time I had caught up, she was standing by the mouth of the creek with her phone out. “What are you doing?” “Just taking a picture.” “Ah. Hopefully no one else decides to come here.” “Don’t worry,” Emily laughed light-heartedly. “I don’t use social media; I’m just taking a picture for myself. Maybe I’ll print it out and post it in my dorm room? It really is beautiful here.” “Isn’t it? Ever since I came to this spot, I knew it was special. There’s something different about this place.” “How so?” “Well, it’s hard for me to describe, but when I study here, even though no one else comes here, I never feel alone. Maybe it’s all the animals running around in the woods behind me, maybe it’s because I’m talking to myself all the time, but whatever it is, I don’t mind it.” Emily turned from the creek to look at me over her shoulder, hair catching on the neck of her sweater. “I don’t mind it either.” Something in my brain finally clicked. She liked me. She enjoyed being with me – alone – and if there was any moment that I was allowed to touch her, now was my moment, and I had to do it before my brain thought of an excuse to not make a move. I walked to her side, eyes glued to the creek, and hesitantly touched her shoulder with three shuddering fingers. Emily twisted into me and grabbed my face. “Emily what are you –” Her lips closed on my mouth as her arms snaked around my back. With mounting alarm, I felt her tongue writhe against my teeth. I panicked and pushed myself away, tripping onto my back. What was going on? When I gazed upwards, Emily’s hand was masking her eyes as her mouth stretched into a slender grin. She grabbed her glasses and tossed them into my lap. Her brown pupils had turned a glowing, neon pink. “Hey babe,” her voice dragged itself through the full length of her throat. “Miss me?” her arms crossed over her torso and peeled her sweater up over her head. Thick, jiggling boobs poured out, far bigger than I’d imagined ten seconds ago. “What’s going on?” I asked as she tossed the sweater at my face. “What are you doing?” “What, you don’t recognize me? Maybe a little more skin will jog your memory…” she unzipped her jeans and pried-open the button before sliding them sensually past her smooth, gyrating hips. As an afterthought, she kicked her shoes at me. “You’re… you’re not really Emily are you?” I asked as she stood above me with her hands on her hips. Nothing hid her silky skin from my eyes save for modest, brown lingerie. “You don’t think so?” she flicked her hair behind her shoulder with a flourish of her fingers. “I suppose I’m not – but her body suits me, don’t you think? Well? Are you going to get up, or do I have to get on top of you?” Hastily, I scrambled to my feet. She smirked as I blushed. “Don’t be shy,” she grinned. “I’m certainly not.” “Are you… the girl texting me?” “Mm… you could say that –” suddenly, her tits jumped against her bra, jostling and twitching as if alive. “Get down girls!” she slapped them with one hand while holding them with the other. “Behave!” “What was that?” I frowned. “Don’t worry about it,” she slowly regained her posture, sighing deeply. “Look: I know you have a lot of questions about what’s happening… why it’s happening – and I wish I could spend an intimate night with you to whisper it all in your ear, but all in good time. Just relax, loosen-up, and listen closely…” She took a step closer and wrapped her arm gently around my back. I eyed her breasts nervously as they rested in their cups, inches from my chest. “You’ve done very well,” she whispered, tracing a slender finger over my lips. “Better than I ever imagined…” without warning, she gave my cheek a long lick with her tongue. I shuddered as she withdrew with a lustful grin. “You have a long, hard journey ahead of you, but don’t give up. Soon we can be together again, and all will be as it should be.” “Wait,” I frowned in her embrace. “Again?” “I don’t have much time,” she brushed my forehead lovingly. “Just relax, and listen…” I felt her thigh rub against my side and couldn’t help but glance down past her cleavage towards it. Everything in this moment was so frightening – repulsive even – and yet I couldn’t back away. The more this unfamiliar terror gripped my heart, the more enthralled I became. She had me completely in her power. Was this arousal? “It’s time to take things up a notch,” I could feel her hot breath in my ear as she said it. “You’ve earned it –” Her hips convulsed violently as if a taser had been shoved into her womb. “Fucking… shit! Stop! Down! Sit!” she slapped her ass furiously as it did its best to twerk free of her panties. “Are you alright?” I asked. “Yes,” she forced a smile, breasts quivering briefly before lying still. “Don’t worry about it; they’re just happy to see you. Anyway…” “Yes?” “Take this,” she grabbed a ring from her index finger and twisted it off. She kissed it with puckered lips before handing it to me with a smile. I held it between thumb and finger curiously. It was without a doubt a woman’s ring, being thin and lacey, but had no jewels to speak of. “Slip it on,” she folded her arms under her breasts and boosted them up an inch. I stole a glance at her boobs nervously before turning my attention back to the ring. She’d pulled it off her index finger, so I slipped it onto the inner knuckle of my own left index. Now I had two rings on one hand. “This is the Feasting Ring,” she said. “It will allow you to create any food item your heart desires… and it shall make whoever consumes it gain however much weight you please – but remember: for every pound is loaded into such food, a pound shall be taken from your Pounds Bar. All you have to do is this: picture the food in your mind, imagine where it shall appear, and point with your ringed-finger. It will be so. Well?” she held her hand out, palm up. “I’m hungry.” With a deep breath, I eyed her palm. Her neon-pink eyes watched me expectantly. Instinctually, I recalled my account balance: about 64 pounds. I supposed I could spare one… no, five pounds. The first food that came to mind was a Girl Scout’s Mint Cookie. I pointed at her palm – A subtle cloud of dust traced itself from my finger into her palm. The cookie formed itself in all its humble glory, and her fingers closed around it like it was a precious coin. She smiled coyly. “Only five pounds?” she slid into my arms, eyes closed. “Hold me,” she clasped my hands closely and placed one on her slender abs and another on the slight curve of her glutes. “Your hands are cold,” she said as she held the cookie close to her mouth. “Sorry?” “Don’t care. And don’t let go either.” With a mischievous grin, she slipped the cookie into her mouth and chewed it with a faint smile. In spite of my extreme discomfort, I flattened my palms against her warm skin. It felt wrong to hold a woman like this, even if she’d put my hands on her. Wait… was I a coward? I felt her stomach loosen slightly and my breath caught in my throat. My fingers on her ass flinched, and I felt them sink slightly into flesh that was softer than it had been. “You feel that?” she rubbed my arm gently. “Now you can use this on everyone… I wish I could stay, but I have to leave you again.” “Wait! Why are you doing this? What’s going on? Why is –” “Boy, you can have one question, and then I leave again.” “What’s your name?” “Me? My name? Wouldn’t you rather know yours?” I shuddered when she said that. This whole situation I’d found myself in was far greater than I thought. I felt like a swimmer suddenly realizing the lake he’s in is a mile deep. But I steadied myself with a long breath. I knew my name; I was Jason. That was good enough for me. “What do I call you?” I repeated. “You can call me Sucky,” Sucky tugged at her bra cups to readjust the position of her slightly larger breasts. “Now then, see you around – oh, and I’d suggest running away.” “Why?” I asked dumbly. Sucky’s eyes faded back to brown like coals plucked from a furnace. Her entire demeanour changed instantly. Her eyes widened and she shrivelled modestly into herself. Her arms wrapped around her body. “What is…” her voice trembled. Then she looked at me with a panic. “What just happened!?” “Emily?” I backed away. “Is that… are you…?” “What did you do to me!?” she wailed. “I didn’t do anything! Nothing!” “Go!” she screamed. “Get away from me!” In a full panic, I did the only thing that made sense to my addled, overloaded brain: I ran for the treeline with a mad dash. Branches slapped my face and scratched my skin, but I never stopped, and I never looked back.

Previews of next week's update:

Setting my belly free after a long day is such a great feeling! 😘 Hope you enjoy!

As requested by @cacamaca

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It’s not a comparison but I just thought I’d give y’all this rose 🌹

It would seem I really liked bikini pics when I made this directory.

It took Claire a few weeks to recover from the invasive surgery. Sure, she had expected the whole procedure to be a little bit jarring but all the preparation in the world wouldn’t have readied her for dealing with the little things that came along with it. She had spent many a moment running her fingers over the small scars that now adorned her elbows and knees and desperately trying to catch a glimpse of the ones located on her back and her nape. Then there was her hair! Brain surgery required that she have her head shaved bald, she hadn’t imagined that the loss of her long blonde tresses would have hit her so hard but now every time she looked in the mirror and saw her shorn head, she couldn’t help but feel a certain disconnection to the person reflected back at her. Now she was going through what felt like an army boot camp of physical training, something she hadn’t considered when she signed up to the military technology trial program. “You can’t expect to efficiently test this technology unless you are as fit as the soldiers who will be using it in combat” Doctor James had told her as she struggled through one rigorous workout. It wasn’t that she was unfit, she just wasn’t military fit and the process was taking its toll on her. Then there was her diet. Due to the pressing timeframe of the trial Claire found that she wasn’t allowed even the slightest treat when it came to her intake. Her meals were scientifically calculated to ensure that she was receiving the exact number of calories needed for her energy consumption. The meals were bland and she couldn’t always tell exactly what it was she was meant to be eating. All in all, Claire had very little to raise her spirits during this very mentally and physically challenging period. “At least once all this is done with, I’ll never have to work another day in my life” she thought to herself as she soaked her aching muscles in a warm bath. The military were paying her handsomely for her participation in the trial, she just hoped that once they turned on the transmitter that was nestled in her brain everything worked as it was supposed to.

^ 2:28, omg ❤️

The stuff ppl post on Re**it. Lol Saw this on the weight gain sub, of all places