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Hi everyone! Past few months I continued to let go and enjoy eating whatever I want. As a result my weight has been going up steadily as well. Maybe not as fast as some people here would like, but I don't mind it happening slowly. When I weighed myself today I was around 195 pounds. So definitely still getting softer! I took a picture afterwards. I think it shows that my belly starts to hang a bit more.

Does anyone miss my burps???… or how big it looks my belly just with beers??? Tomorrow....🤰🏼🍻🤰🏼🍻🤰🏼

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Part 1 "That'll be $33.94 please!" The voice that rang out in front of me was crisp, clear, sweet. It rang out more melodically than a choir of angels, and I could practically feel my heart melting into a puddle as it grazed my ears. "Uhh, yea ok," was the contrasting gruff response of the man standing in line in front of me. It was 6:15 on a Wednesday evening and I was standing in line at Finoli's, a mom-and-pop pizza place that was a little out of the way for me; it was about two blocks over from the route I normally took during my evening jog. I wasn't a particularly big fan of eating out, especially not the cuisine here; I was on the track team at my local university and keeping in shape was a pretty top priority of mine. Sure, Finoli's might have been delicious, I'll admit, but this stuff was rich. It was no exaggeration that the food here was just about the most fattening stuff you could get your hands on in town, and I was in no mood to eat anything so heavy just a few days before a meet. The man in front of me clumsily fumbled for a few bills in his pants pocket while I silently waited my turn to order. God, was he the exact example of what I was desperate to avoid in my life. Even from behind him, the view I had of his body flat-out repulsed me. The difficulty that the man had reaching into his own pockets came from his own love handles; his side flab was getting in the way of his meaty, useless arms. I smiled, confidently flexing my biceps under the sleeves of my hoodie. Fat Guy lumbered forward to the counter, his breathing labored and audible. Did he know what kind of food he was in line for? Anybody who wasn't even in good enough shape to stand in a food line should have really been paying more attention to exactly what kind of food waited at the end of it. And this food wasn't particularly expensive either; the price of his order told me that this fat failure hadn't even had the health sense to get something small. Heh, did he eat so much because he was always a pig, or did he look like a pig because he ate so much? It was a chicken-and-egg type scenario that I silently pondered to myself with a chuckle. But only for a moment. With Fat Guy finally turning to get the fuck out of the way, it was finally my turn to place my order. A salad and grilled chicken breast, most likely. Never much of an eater, I wasn't really all that hungry to begin with. No, there was an entirely different reason I was here. And as the gruff, annoying fatso in front of me got his receipt and lumbered off to take his seat and wait, that reason came into view. "Hey Davie, how ya doing today?" This time, my heart actually did melt. "H-hi Katie," I stammered. There she was... Long, brown hair, those almond-shaped green eyes, her full, chubbyish cheeks and, God, that smile... Katherine Iaccone was a solid 10 out of 10. A little bit on the curvy side, sure... But that wasn't always something to complain about. Her plush cheeks did a lot to fill out her otherwise slim and angular face and forced her bright emerald eyes into a very slight but very sultry squint. Her arms were like her face: soft and full, tan, plush without being too plush... And the rack on this girl... Even as modest as her employee shirt was, a plain black polo tee with the restaurant name on the back, her breasts pressed heavily against the front, speaking to their fullness and roundness beneath the cotton fabric. I did my very best not to stare, choosing to focus on her eyes instead and doing my best not to get lost. "I'll just get my usual," I said with a casual grin. "To go." "Mmhmm," she said, with a knowing smile. "Grilled chicken and basic bitch salad, right?" she looked up, her smile curling into a jovial grin. "I mean, if that's who's making it," I fired right back. This had been the routine since I first started coming in a couple of months ago. I had been a bit nervous at first, but our flirty banter was finally down pat and all that was left was for me to make my move. That was the only reason I had really kept coming to Finoli's at all, but she was a damn good one, if you asked me. I had never laid eyes on anybody so gorgeous. Even if she was just the slightest bit on the chubby side... that was definitely something we could work on together. If she agreed to date me. "Oh, you're so clever dude," she said sensually, leaning on one arm while she gazed at me. I noticed her not-so-subtly look me up and down once or twice and silently cursed out of frustration that I was wearing one of my baggier hoodies. The crisp, biting wind of a March evening in New Jersey certainly wasn't allowing me to wear one of my more revealing tank tops; I wanted to give her a better look. "Well, I gotta be at peak condition for my track meet on Saturday. We're going up against Northeast State and somebody has to carry the rest of the entire team," I joked in a hopefully subtle "humble" attempt to highlight was she was missing. She rolled her eyes. "I hear you, Marathon Man," she replied, using her other nickname for me. She licked her lips as she said it. "I obviously have gone in a different direction in life," she held her arms out, gesturing to her curvy physique and silently giggling at her own sense of self-deprecation. God... no joke, she was the absolute definition of "full-figured". Her breasts, although not "huge" in the traditional sense, still had more than enough heft to jiggle enticingly as she chuckled to herself. I stood there with the same "casual" grin on my face, speechless and feeling hotter by the second. Katie only looked up and smiled. "That'll be $8.69, babe," she broke the silence for me. "Can I get you anything else?" "Nope, that's it," I breathed. "Okay. Just give it a few minutes," she muttered, punching numbers into a touch-screen computer wired to the register. I pocketed my change and took a seat on a wooden varnished dining chair on the other side of the dimly lit restaurant space. My order was likely to take less time than whatever one-person smorgasbord Fat Guy planned on wolfing down, so I likely had a precious few minutes to regain some composure before I made my "move". Katie might have had the kind of down-to-earth personality that made her easy to talk to, but she was absolutely stunning in the looks department and that alone made her unnerving. She had a beautiful face with slightly tanned, Mediterannean skin to go with it. Her breasts were soft, full and inciting of lust and virility. Unfortunately, with that obtrusive counter in the way, I had never gotten a look at anything lower than about mid-sternum. Not that that mattered; I was a boob man through and through, and Katie's were more than enough for me. I really never cared for a girl's ass, honestly, the smaller and firmer the better. I wasn't expecting Katie's to be "firm" exactly, as she was a little more on the plump side, but, from the looks of it, most if not all of the extra weight that she did carry had settled very nicely up top. "Greek Chicken Salad!" a heavily Spanish-accented voice shot out from the kitchen in the back. So much for "authentic Italian". "Coming!" my dream girl replied. She slowly pushed herself off of the counter with both arms, letting out a cute "huff!" and making her way to the back. The counter was the sort that ran all the way around, so even at this angle I could only see her from about elbow up, her chest bouncing ever-so-slightly as she took her time making her way to the kitchen. She, of course, returned just a few seconds later with a plastic bag, looking over in my direction with her soft, inviting smile. "Greek Salad for Mr. Marathon," she sang out. I gulped. Easy, David. You got this. I trotted back over to the counter to pick up my food. "Thanks," I smiled. "Anytime," she smiled in turn, "can I get you anything else?" she asked innocuously, slowly twirling her straight brown tresses between manicured fingers. Now or never. "Yea," I put my hands in my pockets, for lack of anywhere better to put them, really. "I was wondering if you were free tomorrow night." I smiled, keeping eye contact and trying to gage the look in her eyes. "I know a pretty nice sushi place on Forest Ave if you're sick of pizza," I finished the line I had practicing in my head over and over. Katie gleamed. "First of all," she began, "I could never be sick of pizza," she emphasized the word never, "but yea, I'm free tomorrow," she ended with one of her chest-bouncing giggles. "Awesome," I said. "Lemme just get your number," I reached for my phone. "Ooh!" Katie squealed, "Already beat you to it!" she rapidly pressed a few buttons on the moniter before pulling her phone out as well. "It's saved in your customer profile from the last delivery you placed." She began pressing buttons on her phone now, somehow even more rapidly than she had been typing on the touch-screen. Sure enough, my phone let off a buzz a few moments later. "It's Katie =)" it said. "Wow, creep," I responded, slipping my phone back into my pocket. "Ugh, shut up," she said, laughing. "I didn't take it down before," she blushed. "I know, I'm just kidding." I was beginning to breathe a lot more easily. She had said yes! "I just," she began to blush more deeply, "I-I'm just surprised. And flattered," she quickly added. "Hmm?" was my only reply. "No no! It's just that I know you're "Mr. Fitness" and... and I've seen some of the looks you give some of our other customers," she punctuated this with a nervous grin and another eye-roll. Apparently I hadn't been so candid in my critique of Fat Guy as I thought. Right as I was about to silently go back to cursing him in my head, Katie continued. "I just didn't think you were into... umm... "thicker" girls." She began to blush even more furiously now. "I'm sorry for being weird! I just don't get asked out a lot and I always figured it was because of my weight." She looked downward as she said this, embarrassed. I gave her a puzzled look. Katie had, in the past couple of months, always been vocal about the fact that she didn't like that she was on the curvier side. It often came up in our conversations with her complaining about the effect working here had on her figure. Sure, she was a little bit bigger, but certainly only in the right places. And even then, she couldn't have been carrying an extra 30-40 pounds on her frame, if that. "You're joking," I replied softly, leaning on the front counter and subsequently closer to her. "I think you're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen," I said sensually, practically oozing confidence as my eyes roamed hungrily from her own green, sparkling eyes to her plump, sensual lips and back. She had the slightest bit of a double chin, but only as she looked downward with a nervous laugh. "Really? Are you sure you've gotten a good look at me?" Back to that self-deprecating sense of humor. I was starting to see it more now as less of a quirk and more of a defense mechanism. "I'm a really big girl," she said more to herself than to me, accentuating her statement by absentmindedly running her hands down her sides. My hungry eyes followed the trace of her fingers until mid-waist level where they disappeared behind the counter that separated us. "Probably a lot bigger than a lot of the girls on your track team." She looked up at me as she said this, her doe eyes looking at mine with an expression that failed to hide a lot of past pain and frustration. "Well, none of the girls on the team have any curves either," I cooed. I hoped I wasn't being too forward. Katie smiled and cocked her head curiously. "You... like my curves? You don't think it's too much?" she inquired with a dreamy, hopeful look. "I think you're just thinking up reasons to turn me down easy," I chuckled. Obviously, I didn't. I just preferred to keep the conversation on topic. "Nonononono!" she backpedaled. "Forget it, dude! Yes, I am totally free tomorrow night," she said, straightening up and beaming at me. "I work the morning shift, so I'm free all day after 4." "Sweet," I replied, "how's 6 work for you?" "Six works for me." she capitulated with a soft giggle and an even bigger smile. "Great!" I smiled back. "The place is called Fujiyama's, it's right near where the old AMC used to be." "Okay ummmmm, do the chairs there have armrests, do you know?" she quickly added. Armrests? The fuck if I knew. "Uhh," I thought for a second, "well I know they have booths and tables-" "Do you know if they're bolted down?" she fidgeted. Why the hell did that matter? One of the things that I found irresistible about Katie was that, yeah, she was a little weird in her own way, but that only made her stick out even more as an individual. But this was more than a little- "Nevermind!" she hastily cut off my train of thought. "Like I said, tomorrow at 6 is perfect!" ~Clang clang~ A service bell went off in the kitchen. "Order 34!" soon followed in more accented English. "Oh. That's Lou's dinner," she said with an almost sad look, gesturing to the customer I had been so callously scrutinizing earlier. "Yea, I hate to have to bother you at work," I chuckled, inwardly seething at this out of shape catastrophe of a human being just for existing yet again. "But I'll call you tomorrow?" I began to turn around and walk toward the door, cutting my losses and leaving while the tension was still high. "I'm looking forward to tomorrow, David," Katie called out softly to me, her voice just as sweet and angelic as ever. Once I was out of the restaurant, out of sight with salad in tow, I was practically skipping down the sidewalk, subconsciously gripping the phone in my pocket with my free hand. Tomorrow was going to be one hell of a night indeed.

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Who saw this one coming? What do you think will happen next? I'm pretty curious. I mean, I know what's going to happen next, but you know what I mean hehe Chapter Eighteen It was one thing to tell Emily that I would go with her to cheer practice, it was another thing entirely to actually go. With each step closer to the sports building, the more I feared for my safety. Even if Emily was with me, did that really keep me safe from being called a sexual harasser? Brooke didn’t have to confront us directly; she only needed to complain to the Dean and I would be facing expulsion. Worse, Mary would be at cheer practice too! Anyone could say I was stalking them behind my back, and my life would be over! But maybe – just maybe – if Emily and I stood together and explained to Zoltan what was happening, I might just survive not only this latest excursion, but potentially undermine Mary and Brooke’s reputation enough to put the myth of “Stalker Jason” into doubt. I stared at the gleaming windows of the sports building as the sun splashed its light over its towering breadth. Yes. I had to do this, not just because I wanted to see how my new hex would work, but also for the sake of my honour. Even with all the odds stacked against me, I would persevere and endure. The storm forecasted for today had never come, and if the sun could beat the odds, then so could I – praise the Sun! Such mental pep-talk didn’t stop me from nearly hyperventilating before stepping inside. Some random girl at the reception desk gave me a weird look, but that comforted me. If a new girl was working there, that meant that Emily really was getting ready for cheer practice. “You need something?” she asked suspiciously. “Have you seen my friend Emily?” I asked, approaching the log-in book. “Does she know you’re coming?” “Yes,” I rolled my eyes. “She’s my friend.” “Let me go check,” she moved up from her seat. “Excellent,” I finished signing-in. “You can take me to her!” “No, just wait here…” “I’m going with you,” I said stiffly, quickly losing my patience. “No you’re not.” “Then how about you stay at your desk – like you’re supposed to – and just tell me where my friend is?” “She’s in the locker room! You can’t come!” “Yes I c – you know what? Fine! Just tell her I’m over here.” Fuming at the indecency treated me, I chewed on my teeth, waiting for her to stomp her long legs out of sight. Barely two breaths after her departure, I turned my attention to her desk, seeking some source of food to sabotage with pound bombs. Unfortunately, I had no such luck. Slapping the counter, I cursed my latest misfortune. Oh well; I had lost this skirmish, but the war was about to turn in my favour. Emily entered my field of vision shortly after that, clothed in modest, purple sweats. “Hey Emily,” I said innocently. “Hello,” she pouted, hiding her hands in the pockets of her sweat bottoms. “You alright?” “Yes… well, I’m just frustrated with that girl.” “What did she tell you? Come on, you can tell me as we meet up with the cheer squad. You look pretty good, by the way.” “Thanks – also, come this way. We’re training outside today.” “Right,” I changed direction and steadied my pace to be beside her. “Anyway, what did she do?” “Nothing much, she just called me an idiot for being around you.” “Wow.” “And of course the rest of the cheer squad thought it was hilarious. I just can’t stand them.” “But at least you’re going to be getting on the team finally,” I said as I reached for the exit and held the door for her. “Actually…” she bowed under my arm to step outside, then stopped herself to turn around and face me. “Do you remember when we first met? How I said I never wanted to be on the cheer squad?” “Really? No… my mind was distracted by other things. You don’t look like you don’t want to.” “I do,” Emily nodded, eyes glancing around absentmindedly. “But I did say it. The reason was… I dunno. It’s just, cheerleading is fun and all, but the people doing it – especially Brooke – are all so, so…” “They’re not good people,” I offered helpfully. “Pretty much. I mean, some of them are okay, but the thing is, I’ve never been popular. I’m too shy and all that, but lately I’ve been thinking about it, and if I let other people push me around, I’ll never be able to enjoy life like I want. That’s why I asked you to come with me, so I don’t have to face Brooke and the others all alone.” I almost hugged Emily then and there, but self-doubt and fear stopped me. What if she took it the wrong way? What if she slapped me? What was considered harassment? I didn’t know anymore, so I just stood there, yearning for her. “It’s going to be fine,” I said finally. “How about I sit in the bleachers while you all train on the football field? We can talk to Zoltan when you’re done.” Emily looked at her feet. “Okay.” Minutes later, and I had placed myself in the far corner of the bleachers overlooking the football field. One by one, the cheerleaders came outside to stretch on the track wrapping around the field, each of them looking suspiciously in my direction. Brooke came last, two of her closest friends on either side of her. One of them pointed at me and Brooke’s face distorted itself into a hideous sneer. “It’s all good,” I muttered to myself as I inspected my phone. “You’re over fifty meters away from them; she can’t hurt you. Just hide behind your phone and check the fattening app…” A mere three pounds was all that kept me from hexing Emily. Currently, I had fifty-eight sources of pounds income. Fifty-eight souls all living and breathing as souls will, and any minute now my dues would be paid. In the meantime, Emily and I were in danger. Brooke and her cronies had no trouble finding my shy friend sitting modestly in a butterfly stretch away from the rest of the squad; she was the only one not wearing a cheerleader uniform. I watched them circle behind her, arms folded, berating her with barbed words only she could hear. There was nothing I could do. Mary was walking towards me now; I only noticed when she left the cluster of girls behind. The breath in my lungs stilled, prehistoric survival instincts urging my body to silence. Even so, sitting at the bottom of the bleachers still put me on a raised platform with railings that blocked her path to me. “What are you doing here?” Mary asked as her face approached the railings. I stared at her past the screen of my phone. 2.97 pounds to go. “I’m here with Emily.” “Stop harassing our training.” “Excuse me? I’m on the other side of the field.” Mary threw her hands in frustration. “We don’t want a fucking peeping tom watching us! Leave right now or I’m calling 911.” “You’re going to call 911?” I asked. “We’re in British Columbia, moron. That’s not the police’s number.” “Just go,” Mary glared at me with unbridled rage. Off in the distance, a the shrill pitch of Zoltan’s whistle echoed as she strode onto the field with weighted steps. As one, the cheerleaders ceased their stretching to gather around her, with Emily lagging slightly behind. The sight of Zoltan’s towering bulk dwarfing the girls around her emboldened me, and I suddenly realized that I cared more about Zoltan than I thought. So what if she was a faculty member? Love wasn’t just sexual desire, it was a desire to care for someone, which was exactly what I was about to do – at Mary’s expense. “What, no more sweet talk?” I leaned forward from my sitting position, looking down at her forehead. “Got tired of me shovelling horseshit for you so you can play outside?” “Oh my gawd!” Mary barked, almost beyond words. “I know what you did Mary,” I stood up, now several feet above her. “And I’ll never forget it.” “Stop threatening me!” Mary wailed as loudly as she could. “You fucking psychopath!” Ah. She was going to frame me for picking a fight. My little brother used to do that to me when he was three. Bracing my hands over the railing, I contained the mounting panic within me, and maintained a cool demeanour. “Hey,” I stared at her. “Oh gawd, stop it, stop it, stop it!” “Looks like cheer practice has started,” I pointed at Zoltan. “Maybe you should go do that.” I noted with a sense of growing alarm that Zoltan was fast approaching us. If she took Mary’s side, it was all over, but experience was on my side. As long as I kept calm and composed without looking like a dick, I had a chance. “You think you can do anything you want because you’re a white male that –” “You two,” Zoltan approached like a rolling storm, glaring at us both. The whites of her bulging eyes contrasted completely with her dark complexion. “Separate now. Mary, go run laps around the track with the others. Jason, come with me.” Zoltan turned towards the end of the bleachers, where a gate interrupted the fence ringing the field. As I followed her, I couldn’t help but gawk at the incredible rate that her body had expanded. I still remembered the first time I saw her, how every ounce of her body was coiled muscle, the way she bared her abs in public. Only a week or two later, and she was struggling to contain her ballooning form within a tracksuit that was tightening by the day. Reminiscent of a pufferfish, she turned and waited for me, breasts noticeably heftier. I just barely managed to avert my gaze from her ripening hips before she looked me in the eyes… or so I thought. “Yes Jason, I understand that I’m bloated,” she leaned a hand on the fence, her full belly struggling to gain my attention. “Are you alright?” I asked, unsure what else to say. “I’m going to be fine Jason,” she said softly, a hint of firmness in her tone as she stared at me. “But I called you here because I have concerns. A couple of my girls have been coming to me complaining to me about you stalking them. Now, I know you’re a good kid…” As she spoke, some of the cheerleaders came running past us on the track, completing their first lap. Already their bodies shone with glistening sweat as the heat of the sun baked the earth with season-defying heat. “Listen,” Zoltan leaned over me, understanding and empathetic. “You’re a good kid Jason. Don’t get distracted by those girls behind us; they won’t bother us while I’m talking with you. As I was saying, some of my girls are worried about your behaviour. I know you don’t mean to be creepy, but walking out here and staring at my squad from a corner by yourself? It’s kinda weird, don’t you think?” Bold words, but the way she said it was strangely soothing. “Actually,” I replied. “I came here with Emily because we wanted to talk to you about that.” “So what’s going on?” Zoltan frowned, but leaned further against the fence. “What’s wrong?” A strange groaning sound emanated from inside her tracksuit, like the sound of milk poured over rice krispies. The weight of all the sweat from an entire cheer squad was pouring into her already-swollen body. Even now, I could see the folds in her tracksuit top smoothing-out as her breasts and belly grew outwards in all directions. I was running out of time. “I don’t really know what’s going on,” I shook my head. “But I’ve been harassed by Brooke for awhile now. I told you how she chased me away from the gym by saying I’d be committing sexual harassment if I was ever in the same room with her.” “Right,” Zoltan nodded. “Well, Emily and I were talking about it and she’s been harassed by Brooke too. Like, she can’t even use the same communal bathroom as Brooke. And it’s not just Brooke either; Mary’s been giving us trouble too – well, me anyway. She said I could join the Equestrian Club if I cleaned and fed the horses, then she just wrote the Dean a letter saying I was sneaking around the stables or something.” “Did she now?” her eyes flared with recognition (after all, she’d let Mary use her computer to write the Dean). Adjusting her legs slightly, she gestured at the bleachers. “Come on. Let’s talk about this sitting down.” Nervously, I followed her swollen ass-cheeks back up into the bleachers. Each cheek was a volleyball-sized globe, straining tautly against the tracksuit. Not one inch of space was left between those buns; if anything were to rip free, it would be her ass – and soon. She lowered herself onto a creaking bleacher like a pregnant woman, patting the space next to her to beckon me. The flesh of her belly pressed against her trousers, threatening to spill into her lap. “So why do you think Brooke might be doing this?” “If I knew, I’d have been able to fix this by now, I think,” I could see the flesh of Zoltan’s thighs spreading wide as she sat. I could almost hear the fabric straining against the growing pressure within. “But anyway, that’s why Emily and I need your help. We can’t handle Brooke on our own. In fact, if she tells the Dean I’m a peeping tom, what can I do? No one believes the man in a domestic dispute. That’s what Brooke told me.” Zoltan smiled her warm smile, and if it weren’t for the fact that I could almost see her belly growing bigger, I’d have been comforted. “Don’t worry about it Jason. I’ll be sure to talk to Brooke about this and figure out what’s going on. In the meantime…” she shifted uncomfortably. “’Scuse me. I’m feeling pretty bloated today.” “Thank you, Zoltan,” I rubbed my fingers against my thumb, unsure if I should open my heart to her. “I really hope you start feeling better soon.” “I’m not sick Jason; I’m going to be alright,” she scooted in her seat slightly, tugging at trousers that didn’t budge. “But you’re… I mean, you look great and all, but I was thinking about it, and I started thinking you must be going through a lot of stress right now, and I really wanted you to know that you’re one of the only people that’s helped me. That means a lot to me, and that’s why I’m so worried about you… I want to help you too.” “Don’t worry about me Jason,” Zoltan slapped my shoulder. “Good?” “Yeah,” I said. Suddenly, Zoltan’s hand swept to my neck and closed like a vice. I reached upwards, feeling her long fingers digging into me as I tried in vain to break free. She leaned closer, grinning at her power over me, neon-pink eyes squinting lustfully. “You’re such a smooth-talker,” Sucky whispered. “You really did catch feelings for this body. Which part do you wanna touch the most? This new gut right here?” Sucky released her grip on me, and as I gasped for breath, I watched her take hold of her belly with both arms, giving it a healthy shake as she puffed her cheeks. Face beading with sweat, I hoped that none of the cheerleaders running the track would notice what we were doing. “I’ve seen how you’ve been looking at it,” Sucky continued. Then she grinned again. “Oh, looks like we might have an audience. I guess that means we have to be careful what we do…” She snaked her arm around my torso, prodding her fingers into my jeans… … to pull out my phone. “What’s this you got here?” she hugged me closer to her as she unlocked it as easily as if it were her own. “Let’s take a peek at that app of yours. Oh! Looks like you made it. Good boy…” Sucky gasped ecstatically at the sky with closed eyes as her breasts quivered within their confines like chained beasts. Opening her eyes again, she put a hand to her chest, which calmed to a standstill again. “Soon, darlings. Soon… oh, don’t be scared boy; you’re my darling too.” As more cheerleaders ran past us, I felt her hand spider itself closer to my neck again. Emily was fast approaching, running the bend in the track in her sweats. “Don’t worry babe,” she whispered in my ear, so close that I could feel her nipping softly at my ear. “You don’t have to say anything. I’m here for you… hey. Look at me.” I stared into her eyes, glowing with inexplicable energy. Now that I had the chance to see them, I noticed that the texture in the pupils was shifting like a finely-mixed drink. “You make some pretty good hexes,” she chuckled, rubbing the straining fabric clothing herself. “I bet you’ve been planning this next one for days. Come on. Let me see it! I’ve been waiting so long for this moment… I can barely contain myself. It’s been too long already! I’m aching…” Emily was turning the bend, legs pumping with effort. She gave me and Sucky a strange look, but kept running. Her back was to me now; she wouldn’t see me pointing at her. Whenever Emily is within 100 metres of Zoltan and Brooke, she will absorb weight from the former and send it into the latter at the rate of 2 pounds per minute.

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Hey everyone, gonna post some new pics of my beautiful gal! We met a year ago and she was maybe 180ish... naturally hitting 190 as we got to know each other and I introduced her to this... she loved it, and now it’s our thing and since January 1st she’s gained 21 pounds! After lurking here for so long and never opening up to anyone about this I finally found someone who’s made me feel so comfortable and embraced this as much as I have... it’s not just “my thing” anymore... it’s our thing, and we both couldn’t be happier enough ramblings... here’s some new pics!

I was worried she was losing weight already, but this was reassuring

ah, and maybe the best one:

Not sure why I never started one of these for myself, no time like the present eh?

He knocks on my door. It had been a while since he had last seen me...probably 5 or 6 years since we had that one great night after that work party. Unfortunately he left and found a better job, and we never took off. But he thought about me last week and said to himself, "I wonder how she's doing." I open the door. At very first glance, I look... sort of the same, ish? I'mw wearing similar jeans but they're strained as fuck. The big tell is my shirt. It's big and baggy and covers my front really well. And the cleavage. There's a mountain where there used to be a hill. And then my arms... no, she's different, you think. "Whoa, hey" he says, in surprise. He didn't expect me to be here, to honest. "Remember me?" I smile at him. He tries to maintain eye contact, but he can't help but constantly look down at my chest. Wow, those are definitely bigger, he thinks... he almost can't wait to get a look at how my ass has grown too. "So can I come in?" I smirk. Yup, he's looking at my chest. Such a... male. "Of course! Kind of a surprise but a welcome one. You know I opened a third wave coffee place eh? Did you hear about that? I hope you like coffee, haha." I fold my arms and turn to my coffee bar. You can tell that not only have my pants gone up a couple of sizes, but my hips are clearly way too big for them even then, gently making their shape known through the loose fabric of my shirt. I'm grossly in denial. And he's trying not to get hard right then and there. "Yeah, I know it's sudden, but aren't the best things sometimes surprises?" he follows me inside and looks around. "No, I hadn't heard about that! How's the coffee business treating you?" he watches as my hips move as you walk and thinks to himself, my god, coffee isn't the only thing I wanna be drinking in right now. "Where can I sit?" he asks, and oh boy does he desperately need to take a seat. "Haha, I guess so... It's good! Busy. It's a racket, to be honest. But I didn't get into it purely for a living, you know? There's a couple of stools under the island counter if you want. Want to see how a pour over coffee is done?" You also notice how high my jeans go, and can only just see through the fabric that there are at least three buttons in front. Heavy duty. I'm clearly sucking it in hard these days. "That's great! And yeah I'd love for you to show me." He quickly pulls out the stool and sits down. "You look great, by the way." I smile in a sort of grimace. "Aw thanks... you're looking good too." I sweep back my brown, slightly shorter than shoulder-length hair as I prop up the choices. "So... fruity, or chocolatey? And then.... Aeropress, or Kalita wave? In other words, espresso-like, or slow drop? And in the mean time, tell me what's new with you?" As a talk, you can't help but notice my arms jiggling a little... and a bit of pudge from my lower stomach escaping to the top half as I arrange the brewing choices form behind the counter. No one would call me fat.... maybe not even chubby... but definitely from the wrong angle or the wrong clothes, there's something going on that's tantalizingly close to too much. "Well I've been alright I guess. I just broke up with my girlfriend a week ago. Some nonsense about us wanting different things...but whatever." He watches my arms jiggling as I grab things off of the kitchen counter...and his eyes move briefly to my boobs again as they also move with my body. He looks away as soon as I look at him, and he clears his throat awkwardly. "And nothing else really new for me...I got a new TV, it's pretty big. What about you? Aside from the coffee shop of course." "Um ya not a whole lot... trying to get back into running and failing, haha. Trying to get into a routine. It's not easy with the hours I'm keeping..."

Hello, good morning! I'm excited because today I'm going to a buffet, been a while since last time I went to one... Nothing more to say, here's a belly pic from my perspective, this is what I see everyday 💜

Part 2 Fujiyama's was a recently-opened upscale sushi buffet about 10 minutes from my college dorm. I had been there already once or twice and knew it'd be a pretty chill spot for a first date, the decor was still new and the atmosphere relaxed. It was never terribly busy; the spot was still in its infancy and hadn't yet fully established its clientele. I pulled up at around 5:45 and found a spot close by, parking quickly before checking my hair in my rearview mirror. I stepped out of the car and smoothed my outfit. After a few brief texts sent between us, we'd agreed on "casual" for the evening. I'd gone with the classic dark blue t-shirt and jeans, making sure everything was just tight enough to show off the physique she had missed out on viewing earlier. And of course, on top, my varsity jacket. My phone buzzed. "Almost there! <3" I smiled and sighed to myself before striding toward the restaurant, shooting back a quick affirmation text. I'd figured that it was a nice enough day where I didn't mind waiting outside. I even unzipped my jacket, leaving the outline of my pecs prominently on display. No lie, I was looking good tonight and I knew it. Casual or not, I had dressed to score with the hopes that Katie had done the same; I was dying to finally see her in something low-cut. That counter in that little mom-and-pop shithole was a veritable ocean to me, and her drab, monotonous t-shirt was like the thick white fog that obscured from me the twin peaks of my salvation. Ok, I'll relax. But Katie's body was still a mystery to me, one that I was hoping to unravel soon with any luck. Any second she'd be here, prancing toward me in whatever cute outfit she had picked out for the evening to show off her abundant "curves". Sure, she may have not been a fan of them, but I was practically drooling in anticipation of the sight of her full bosom, her plush, soft skin... I couldn't wait to scope out the length of Katie's legs and the curvature of her calves; I wondered , did Katie have a thigh gap? I knew these things weren't important... except they were. I was a good-looking guy, not some fatty like the asshole from yesterday. I took great care of my body, so I deserved a girl who did the same. Katie was only a little on the chubby side, but I couldn't care less. Her boobs were fantastic, and her legs were probably still long, smooth and just a little bit plush just like her arms. Whatever weight she gained seemed to settle itself right on her chest. She certainly did get a lot of mileage out of complaining how heavy she was though. Odd, since it really wasn't like she was even that big. For a girl who barely looked more than 160, 170 pounds tops, Katie was awfully critical about her figure. Then again, I'd spent more than enough time on the track listening to girls who could use pinky rings as hula hoops complain about "needing to lose a few pounds", so I chalked it up to just being a girl thing. But I would alleviate any of her suspicions the moment that she arrived. I'd hug her when she showed up and pick her up in my arms, showing off my upper body strength, of course, and give her a little twirl, if only to see her hair flutter momentarily in the breeze. You know, first date stuff. A sudden cry of my name to my right interrupted my postulating. "Hey! Davie!" my angel called out to me from down the front sidewalk. I smiled, blinked once and cleared my throat. Showtime. "Hey," I turned my head to my right and began to turn towards her, "Kati-". I stopped dead in my tracks. My jaw hung open, scarcely believing what I was seeing. Waddling slowly but briskly towards me with the same captivating grin that had stolen my heart a million times over was the upper half of a practical goddess on Earth... attached to the lower half of some impractically obese monster. Katie was fucking massive. I could finally see what the counter at Finoli's had been obstructing all these months. Her lower half was exorbitantly, fantastically obese! Her upper half was plump, soft and delectable, her bosom finally on proud display in a (not too) low-cut pink tank top with a faded red sweatshirt thrown over it. But right below mid-waist, things just got out of control. Katie had a pretty serious muffin top. Her love handles jutted out at a practically 125 degree angle from her torso and stuck out more than a few inches, resting on her hips and culminating in front with a sagging pot belly that hung freely over the waistline of her leggings, a solid sliver of tan, olive skin showing underneath where her too-small tank top was failing to cover it. It jiggled in time with her awkward shuffling gait, her hips, thighs and love handles joining in to form a symphony of movement that timed itself to her lightly labored breathing. Said hips clearly led the ensemble, literally bouncing up and down with each heavy, plodding step she took across the pavement. Katie's hips were easily the first thing that drew my eyes in surprise. Beneath her love handles, her saddlebags flared out to an absurd degree, taking up the entire sidewalk with ease, and then some. How did this woman even fit through doors without having to turn sideways? Her white striped leggings left absolutely nothing to the imagination; as she slowly got closer, I could see that her hips and thighs were aggressively testing the outer seams running all the way down her gyrating, barrel-sized legs. It'd likely be the case for the inner seams as well, if there were any possibility of me seeing them. So much for a thigh gap. Even Katie's calves were plump, thickening gradually as my eyes made their way up from her tiny, flip-flop-clad feet and dainty ankles to her flabby, dimpled knees. Katie took a noticeably wide stance when she waddled er- "walked". I viewed it as an obvious necessity; her legs were so thick and wide in their circumference that she had to swing each one over and around the other, her thighs jiggling rhythmically with her hips and rubbing against each other with a faintly audible swish swish sound all the same. This certainly validated all of Katie's earlier talk about her weight woes. The girl had to be the fattest person I'd ever met! And the crazy thing is, it had barely effected her above a certain point. I could easily fit one arm around the thinnest part of her waist, but likely couldn't even fit both around the thickest part of her thigh. I almost wondered if it was some sort of sick prank, if she had run out and bought a pair of size 8x white and black striped leggings and stuffed them full of cookie dough. But the way Katie's enormous legs wobbled as she walked... No, this was nothing but fat. Pure, heavy, jiggling fat. I almost wanted to heave. "Hey, cutie," she said, finally reaching me after what seemed like ages. She was panting audibly. I realized only now that my jaw was still practically to the floor and I had been staring this whole time. "Uh-um. Hi," I sputtered. I don't think I was picking this girl up and twirling her around anytime soon. Still panting from the walk over from wherever she had parked, Katie pulled me into a soft, long hug. The embrace was heavenly... wasn't it? I was finally getting what I wanted. Katie's perfect boobs were pressed up against my hard, chiseled chest, my muscular arms locking around her plush, womanly phiysique. But then there was the matter of her surging belly fat pressing up against my crotch that was somewhat ruining the immersion. And also, if her hips and legs were this big... Dreading what lay just inches beneath my arms and knowing full well what I was expecting, I glanced over her shoulder and looked downward. Katie's ass was huge. Impossibly, ridiculously huge. I'd heard the old saying about being able to rest a cup on a girl's ass, but I could probably fit an entire service bar on her butt with how far it stuck out behind her. Hell, looking at what I had in front of me, I was starting to think that I'd probably need one. I mentally reassessed my question from earlier. How did this woman fit through doors even WHEN turning sideways? She pulled away from our embrace finally and took a few teetering steps back, giving me a long once over. "You look nice today," she said, looking up into my eyes. I was about 5 inches taller than her, which means she came about as level as my still-agape jaw. She smiled coyly and slowly lifted her hand to rest underneath my chin, inching my mouth shut for me. "Speechless?" she continued speaking softly, her panting having died down. "I thought I'd wear something that showed off my curves tonight, since you em so much," she capitulated with a wink. Her expression radiated a confidence I had never seen when she had talked down about her body, as though she was riding high on the courage she must have had to muster to even leave the house in that sort of an outfit. For a first date with a cute guy no less. I only scoffed inwardly. Curves? Like I could have had any idea that this is what she had really been warning me about! Katie turned toward the restaurant doors and began moving in their direction, giving me an even better view of her titanic booty. Wow. I had clearly mistakenly thought that Katie's hips and thighs had been leading the show, but her butt? Her butt was the absolute showstopper. The two round, wiggling, globular orbs that comprised her ass cheeks easily put to shame even the extra-large yoga balls that I did my ab crunches on, furiously jiggling up and down, left, then right, and sticking out from behind her to such a ludicrous degree at they actually began to droop over the backs of her overblown thighs at the top. Her butt was stretching the seat of her gigantic leggings beyond their limit and I could even make out the outline of her lacy red thong underneath. Hopefully that would be staying ON tonight, my lust from earlier in the evening, and indeed from the past couple of months, having officially sputtered out entirely. "This is the place?" Katie chirped over her shoulder back at me. "I looked it up online, it sounds great! I didn't know it was all-you-can-eat." I gulped. Admittedly, I had originally gone with a buffet spot primarily because devoting so much time to track and field meant I wasn't working any jobs currently and money was tight. The look of excitement-turned-anticipation in Katie's eyes told me that she had agreed to eat here for an entirely different reason. "Hurry up, Macho Man!" she called out behind her before turning back to the entrance. "I haven't eaten since I got off work and I'm super hungry." Hadn't she gotten off of work just a couple of hours ago? I gulped, swallowed and then began striding up to the door in the wake of my "angel", albeit quite a bit more surreptitiously. Katie was already squeezing her way through the restaurant double-doors, a generous amount of hip meat brushing up against the frames on either side before she "popped" her way in like a cork with a bit of an unladylike grunt. "Oof!" she sounded before turning around to face me. "Technical difficulties," she giggled, lightly patting the tops of her breathtaking hips with a quick awkward blush before reaching out and taking my right hand in her almost equally as slim left. "So, Mr. Marathon," her smile gleamed in the bright, sterile restaurant lighting. "Are you gonna escort your date to her seat or what?" I gulped, giving the weakest, unsure attempt at a friendly grin I could muster, my words still not entirely returned to me yet. Katie merely blushed further and giggled, still deluding herself with the notion that my lack of anything smart or natural to say came from how enraptured I was with her figure. Well, she technically wasn't wrong. "Yea, of course," I spat out half heartedly, regrettably sure that my appetite, as well as my intentions for the entire evening, had already turned tail and run out the door. This was going to be a hell of a night, alright.

Yes I thought about goals a lot, but I'll probably just go along with it. I think 225 would look great, and then when I reach that 250 might too. And then after that who knows But I love that site haha, will definitely pledge to do that!

This seems nice 😊

Mary Jane has been spending her nights waiting up late for her spidey to come home with nothing but takeout and sweets to keep her company ~ I most definitely need to do a cosplay stuffing right?? (Or maybe ten, I have so many costumes...)

Hey guys, so due to some circumstances, I'd like to explain some things for anyone that may have been wondering. Let me first start off by saying, that for anyone who's come onto Tumblr to ask me questions regarding where I've been and the like, I have not, for a long time, answered questions about Curvage publicly due to the fact that I've moved my blog away, some time ago, from being associated with Curvage. This was due to me having followers who were under the age of 18 at the time when I made this decision, and secondly because Curvage, inherently at it's base is 18+. Along with that, as I started to gain more following for art, my blog turned into an art blog. I have people whom I consider pretty close friends who don't know that I modeled and I'd prefer to keep it as such. I'm stating this because of a recent conversation I've had with someone from here who is also a Tumblr user. In light of that, for anyone that feels my intentions were to just come here, sell my sets and leave, I apologize if I've left you with a sour taste in your mouth. That was not my intention. I had planned to be a lot more active, but due to dealing with personal things and focusing on school and having gained a full time job, I've had to place a tremendous amount on the backburner. Curvage has been one of those things (I rarely even game anymore.) Ouside of my full time job and school, I am heavily invested in making progress on a future art career. Any time I have that's free is usually invested in art. I'm also still dealing with how I view my body and what I'd ideally like from my life. There are still things that are a struggle for me despite seeing and working with a therapist. Till I'm able to be happier with my body and myself, I also don't feel comfortable talking about my weight or comfortable sharing photos of my body. For anyone that was looking forward to that, I'm hopeful that by the end of this year I can do so more confidently. I still do plan to come back and be around occasionally as I have energy and time to, and hopefully with some other content; however, I won't guarantee that it will be on a regular basis as you may have already come to the conclusion of. I can certainly understand why some, if not more of you, may feel upset or soured about my coming and leaving after putting sets up of previous images I hadn't released. At the time I had used the funds that were there from the sets to get me by till I had found a job, which happened about a month or so once I started selling them. I'll probably take them down so that others don't feel conned out of my lack of being here or the like. I did and still do appreciate those that have supported me during the time that I didn't have a job. I had been open about my financial struggles and had struggled with the decision myself of selling them because I didn't want to be put into this position of feeling like I owed people something more. I thought I had stated I would try to be here more often, but if I gave the impression that I'd be here more often than I had, I apologize for that, however life gets in the way sometimes. I hope you all are doing well though, and again, I'm sorry for anyone that's felt slighted by my disappearance again

Here are some unedited photos about the latest clip that I didn't get to post before, enjoy them! 😊 The clip:

Buttering up those meaty drumsticks

Hello! It's been a while since I last posted. I've been eating a lot of chocolate pudding over the past few weeks... can you tell? xxx

NEW VIDEO !!!!!!!!

Her belly's really getting big now

Hey guys! I’ve just uploaded a new stuffing video! I’ve definitely stepped out of my comfort zone a little with acting like a complete slob, chewing with my mouth open, moaning while i eat, and letting my belly all hang out.... I hope you like it!!!😚❤️ Do let me know what you think!!! Xoxox (video currently pending approval)

This is my kinda answer

Hey guys! I was feeling really gross yesterday so I just rested after work, but I'm uploading the new videos I teased right now! All three will be up soon but here are some gifs to build the hype ;)

Good morning! So I uploaded a new video with my chubby friend again😊 Check it out it has feeding, belly rubs, a little dancing, pop chugging, a few small burps, and of course eating!

Abs are fading away... Around Christmas

Karen put away thoughts of imprisoning her friends and hooking them up to 24/7 funnel feeds. She was a good guy after all, even if she was also raging pervert with a near uncontrollable fat fetish. She'd insure each of her friends continued to get flabby and jiggly and soft and lazy but do so in a way that they'd enjoy so much they'd never want to be thin again. "theyll enjoy getting fat so much, they'll thank me," PG told herself, feeling her hardening nipples and dripping pussy at the fantasy, "especially Diana, who'll get fat tits so huge they hit the floor..." Her fantasy continued for a while but she was more than ready to begin when Starfire hovered in to the kitchen later in the morning. She was the first to awaken, her room strategically placed right next to the kitchen and the redhaired alien was drawn out of bed and then out of a rushed shower by the smell of burning bacon. The overfed hour glass spotted the still fit power girl, clad in leggings that showed off her hard legs and sports bra, laboring in front of one of many stoves in the compound's immense kitchen. "PG, should I call the department of fires!?" The Tamaranian asked in alarm. "ha, nah I'm just having problems cooking,' Karen said, turning around and feeling her jaw drop open, "goddamn!" Starfire had always been hot, in a profession known for having some of the hottest women in the known universe in it she'd been at the top. And getting fat, she was now right on the cusp of true cattiness rather than just being plump, had put her firmly in the sights of Power Girl's fetish. When skinny she'd been unnoticeable, but now that she was fat? Sweet Rao. Each of the compound's suites came with clothes: grey shorts, leggings and sweats and the ones in Star's room would have been scandoulsly tight on her before she'd blown up. Now they were near obscene The tan alien ginger was in an extremely tight pair of shorts, nearly panties themselves, which showed off her long decadent legs. Although thick, more than a hint of their once lithe shapeliness remained and as she stepped the soft thighs rasped irresistibly, made better by the healthy patches of cellulite running up them to her spherical cheeks which had a fresh ripple of new fat to them and were so wide they stuck out to the side, wobbling back and forth with each step. Karen bet that ass was soft as butter and bouncy as rubber, she wondered how much pounding it could take if she got a strap on and guessed it would be immense just by its pure volume. As she was very tall, the size-small Starware t shirt didn't cover her midriff and after the caloric rampage of the anonymous plant there was new ground to explore. Last nights relatively small tummy had a new soft bulge to it, a bulge Karen longed to explore every delicious inch of. It hung over the rim of her shorts, a doughy muffin top and yeasty bear belly all at once, although it was literally overshadowed by her heavy MILF tits stretched the shirts logo deliciously, clearly having sucked up as many calories as her ass. They had the sag of a woman who'd had two kids back to back and lefty was a cup size ahead of righty, but Karen was jealous and a little intimidated to be the smallest tits in the room for once. She'd clearly been in the shower given how the damp outlines of her now down pointing nipples could be seen. Just the barest sliver of saggy lefty was starting to poke out of the far too tall t-shirt. Kori had put her fiery mane into a pony tail, which showed off her rounding face and new chin to good effect. "Oh! Are you ok?" K'ori asked again, drifting closer, soft bod pressing amazingly into Karen's hard one, 'let me look! Bacon grease is delicious but scary!" "I'm fine," the invulnerable woman played off, feeling her panties dampen, 'just annoyed I ruined breakfast." Despite masturbating earlier, Power Girl was immediately ready to go again. As it was, she had to put thoughts of the thickening Amazon into her mind to resist taking the tubby Tamaranian then and there. Biting her lip, she picked up the skillet, no mitt required, to show lumps of bacon shaped charcoal. "but don't we have the nuts of dough?" Starfire gestured, pointing at a 24 box of Anonymous whipped cream stuff fried goodies on the counter. "Yeah, but they're what's making you all fat and will probably fatten me eventually,' the superbly fit heroine tapped her ruler flat belly, which held half a dozen of the calorie bombs in it, 'so I had an idea...have you ever heard of addiction displacement?" "Oh, yes. Dick was very serious when he said I had to be gentle because it wouldn't grow back,' K'ori nodded. 'not what I meant,' Karen grimaced, 'so, we're addicted to the chemicals in this anonymous crap, right? And we feed that addiction by eating their food, which is almost all food anymore. But what if we eat something else instead? If we eat so much were too full to go get anonymous junk?" So I'm guessing that if everything we eat isn't anonymous stuff, we'll eventually break the addiction and be able to lose weight,' Karen finished, munching on another donut. Ugh, it was jelly. She hated jelly. She chewed quicker so she could wash it down with a better one. 'But I suck at cooking,' PG told the nearly fat red head, 'everything just gets burned.' 'Oh! I love cooking. It's like working but with food afterwards!,' K'ori laughed, 'can I try?' 'I mean...if you want...,' Karen told her, in false hesitation, 'but it would be a lot of food. You'd have to cook enough for all of us, every day all day, you'd practically live in the kitchen.' In a moment the alien princess was zipping around a kitchen full of hissing skillets and bubbling pots. Karen watched her jiggling butt wiggle around while she polished off a whip cream long john, smiling as the Tamaranian sampled every dish. She knew the Titan leader's MILF figure was an outward extension of a maternal mind, she'd stay in the kitchen cooking all day long, gradually bulking up while also fattening everyone else up. 'But PG, what if eating the cold turkey is bad for us?' Starfire asked out of the blue, turning around with a jiggle of boobs, 'the chemicals might hurt as they withdraw.' 'Good idea,' Karen nodded, 'we better keep some anonymous snacks around to keep us from going into withdrawal. We can tapper them down over time.' 'This was so smart of you to do,' the red head laughed, as nearly an entire side of soy bacon sizzled, 'soon we'll all be skinny again!' 'Oh yeah, I'm sure,' Power Girl grinned, hand trying to find a donut from the empty box. Her hard, muscular belly grumbled. Not it in protest but in hunger.

Nothing special, but she is wearing a crop top and eating food. I enjoyed it and just want to share with others

Been feeling crummy with bad weather headaches the last few days so I thought I'd treat myself to Wendy's today! 😚

now imagine if she sat on your face... notice how much her ass spills over the sides...she may need 2 chairs soon 😉