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So I was standing at the counter doing dishes today, and noticed my belly now hang over the counter and was getting splashed! It's definitely growing!

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Yeah this shirt def fits better now

I am up to 162 lbs! I was only 147 lbs two months ago!

Hey, long time no see 😘 🍔

The next clip is right around the corner, will soon be ready! Wanna' see me stuffing myself with fast food on every meal of the day, and chugging a protein shake in the end? My belly got huge! 😋

College has been rough

Body Tour: The Oil Special is up! 💦💦💦💦

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So hospital update... I kind of got a bit stuck. I had to suck my arms in onto my chest when the machine was moving in and out and then I was able to relax for the hour I was in there! It was pretty daunting experience to be honest.. They even had to inject me with TWICE as much dye fluid as the woman before me because I was over twice her weight, and they didn't let me hear the end of it 😏

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.

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Met up for lunch with my girlfriend today and WOW! She looked amazing. She was wearing red jeans which looked like they were about to explode and her butt looked absolutely huge. I have no idea how she managed to squeeze into those things. I actually found myself half nervously-half excitedly concerned the button might pop off or something because it looked so strained. It didn't though. ☹️ Maybe in a few weeks she will be at that point, I hope anyway. lol I could also clearly see the waist on the pants were digging really really deeply into her stomach causing a bit of a muffin top. She was also wearing a t-shirt that I've seen her wear before and it was definitely tighter and is now short enough to expose just a little bit of the chub on her belly when she moves her arms and such. Her shirt was super tight on her boobs and you could see the outline of the bra showing through and tell it was too small/wasn't supportive enough. Boobs have most definitely gotten bigger I feel. I kinda wish she would get re-fitted for a new bra so I could see what cup size she is now, but I am too nervous to bring any attention to the physical changes since she hasn't mentioned them at all. I felt really proud to be out with her today - she just looked so great and her outfit was extra confirmation that she's gaining weight and on her way to outgrowing her clothes. Let's hope this continues. I am going to send her a huge pizza tonight because she'll be in studying and will need encouragement.

New booty play content coming today! 💋

A bit shy maybe

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I couldn't take more pictures of what I had, but was delicious, had lasagna, tacos, tamales, mushrooms, pizza, other things I don't know how are named, cake and other delicious desserts even had esquites at the end, so happy I could taste all of the menu, enjoyed the flavors 👌👌👌 next time I'll show you better pics

I see your point, but I think she actually really loves to eat and always has. She just hasn't felt supported in the past by people/her ex and felt pressure to conform to societal norms. I think that I am probably finally that one person in her life who is encouraging her to not care what others think. If eating makes her happy, then I'm happy and we both benefit. It's not like she doesn't enjoy eating all this food. She's obviously the type who stashes food in her closet and eats it in secret away from her roommate. I think she secretly wants and loves this. It's up to me to help her feel like it's okay to let loose a bit with food because she's insecure.

Ready for a long clip including an all-day stuffing? 😋

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Hayley looking very nice in pink number

Hey guys if you haven’t already check out my new video and stay tuned for a new one soon! My friend inspires me to eat eat and gain I know I will get where I want soon!

New picture update today at nothingbutcurves.com

Nice little tummy FUPA. Sexy! Sure wish she would've turned around but I'm sure those pics will pop up somewhere, sometime.

Brand new pics from her shoot last week. She's even sucking her belly when seated.

Look at that gain!

Oof, Mal has always been a dream girl to me and I thought she could not get better but was I waaaaay off the mark! She looks so sexy, desirable and adorable with the extra lovely curves. So good.

Her belly's really getting big now

I do. We go to this same Gastropub for dinner regularly and the wait staff has barely changed in 3-4 years. So the servers have clearly witnessed my wife's gain; and she pigs out more and more every time we go there. Orders an appetizer to herself. When she can't take one more bite she'll then mistakingly order another 20oz beer that she has to painfully stuff down. I get so proud how much she'll polish off there. She also has this rule that you can't go to the grocery store hungry otherwise you over-buy. So... we usually go to that restaurant on a Saturday afternoon and she purposefully gets completely overly-stuffed before heading across the street to the grocery store – walking around all bloated, half drunk with her belly hanging out. Do you think that stops her from loading that cart up with every damn snack that catches her fancy? 🛒🛒🛒🛒🛒🛒 FYI, it's interesting how different restaurant servers approach her now. When she was skinny they never asked us if we wanted dessert. Now they'll actually ask her if she wants "any more appetizers or anything". They'll actually grab the dessert menu and walk my wife wife through their daily specials. Good servers no doubt, know how to identify who is approachable for an impulse buy to pad their bill/tip. That was kind of a proud moment seeing even the waitresses thinking "you're a big girl, you obviously can't be done yet, you want some dessert, don't you?".

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.

More KFC!! 😍😍

She’s up to 213 now, new progress every day!

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

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Her massive jugs look even bigger now than before. Her dress looks strained. She honestly looks uncomfortable, like she's trying to suck in her gut constantly, or maybe the dress is so tight it's suffocating her.

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..."

I wonder how long it will take Brooke to figure things out? I wonder how much she will piece things together... I can just picture her running away from cheer practice; her bulging ass cheeks and thicker thighs jiggling. In vain she tries to hide the sudden pounds, but not super successfully. Perhaps she gets treated to some verbal barbs for a change. Or even more hurtful; some words of advice or encouragement! Imagine Brooke's surprise when she goes back to practice only to find her clothes rapidly tightening yet again. As she runs off (Slower than before) she notes with horror that her tummy has joined in on the jiggle train. Her arms are now packed tightly into her sleeves. Mary sees her chance and points out Brooke's trouble areas with a smirk. Crying and alone Brooke "wishes" Mary would know what it was like to suddenly be fat like this. After the fat suddenly vanishes does Brooke stay away from cheer practice? or does she learn how to gain the weight only to redistribute it to other rivals? Just daydreaming here. Thanks for the brain fuel!

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

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.

Oh niaaaa

I have met this particular creature, who can argue for 8 solid hours, whose arguments make no sense, and who will be the death of your spirit and life if you don't get the hell out, but who is growing before your eyes and therefore you remain in the relationship far longer than you would ordinarily as the rolls and folds get thicker and thicker and you watch her getting dressed and see how distended her belly is getting and how wide her butt has grown, and all the thighs of her jeans are completely blown-out. KEEP BACK 500 FEET

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looking her biggest ever here. weight gain in face extremely noticeable