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I just made these pics in skirt I’m afraid to wear to public 😻❤️Look!

I couldn't get sleep so I decided to upload some pictures Edit: In the comparison pic she's 170 pounds in the first picture and 195 pounds in the second one if anyone is interested.

Sorry I've been away for awhile, take this gif as my apology 😜

Some pics from my new video ! POV selfie body tour

How long I have been waiting for new photos).And now found this).I'm so glad).Soon, still most likely the new clip will appear where Ms. Carmen demonstrates her wonderful forms).

I just made these pics in skirt I’m afraid to wear to public 😻❤️ Look!

It wasnt an itsy bitsy tiny weenie bikini but it sure is now! Hope you all have a great week with bikini worthy weather 😘

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this is my fiancé's current favorite top of mine, probably because the black is so slimming and shows of the conventionally "best" part of my gain right?

Honestly we haven't fixed the issue. It only focuses on her better when she's close to the camera. Probably something to do with the selfie mode that turns on automatically when she turns the screen towards her. We didn't have issues trying to take pictures of random objects around her home etc. I'm gonna try to learn how to use the camera myself and take pictures of her since that should be easier. We just don't have that much time to see each other atm and usually taking sexy pictures is not the first thing in our minds 😄 It shouldn't be too hard though and im sure we can figure out how she can take pictures and videos by herself. We should have way more time together in the summer anyway. I promise that the quality is gonna be good before we start charging for anything. I've seen some really blurry videos from some models and it always annoys me. Edit: For example, these first pictures that we took with the camera (3 months ago) look pretty good just cause she was so close to the camera. In the third one she's just a bit further away. The main problem is that we've not really used cameras before. I'm sure we are gonna learn though, it can't be that hard.

Taco Bell for me! 😍

Thumbnail of my new YT video showing how my top keeps riding up while working out...

Sorry it's been so long. Been busy with life. Here's a small update of my 232 lb beauty.

It's still April 1st on Titan...

I need a willing and able feeder.

So my entire area just had a day-long wi-fi blackout and I was like "I better post what I got now before it blacks-out again." Here's the next chapter then! Chapter Twenty-Two It was hard to say how long I hid myself in the dark, cramped space under Emily’s bed, but hidden behind a blanket, I couldn’t see if the prefects really had gone – or anything at all. Still, the room remained silent, and I decided that I would push the blanket aside and crawl out after counting to sixty. Sixty seconds later, and I began to doubt myself. What if the prefects had only pretended to leave? What if they were standing over the bed right now, waiting for me to give myself away? So I stayed hidden. The hands of my wristwatch glowed against my wrist, but without the numbers, time itself was abstract. But as the minute hand traced itself clockwise, I could see that it had been five, long, silent minutes. Surely the prefects had better things to do, especially if they had stolen Emily’s liquor stash? Speaking of which – Emily? An underage drinker? I mean, so was I, but Emily? I never expected someone so introverted and quiet to do anything like that. I had to talk to her about it. With that thought, I pushed the blanket out from under the bed. The first rays of light that broke through made me wince as I shuffled sideways to escape the tight space. I got on one knee, brushed myself off, and got my bearings. Emily was sitting against her door, both doorknob and bolt locked and secure. She didn’t even look at me. “Emily?” I whispered, self-conscious of the thin walls. She stared at me with reddened eyes, and I realized she’d been weeping so quietly that even I couldn’t hear it. But now, with the whites of her eyes stained with bloodshot capillaries, I could see that she was filled with fierce, burning resolve. It was the exact opposite of anything I had ever seen her do, and I didn’t dare sit next to her. “Hey…” I rested on the balls of my feet to get to her level. “So I heard everything.” “I bet you think I’m worthless,” she glanced away. “No, of course not. You know, I drink under the table too, so I don’t think any less of you.” “But that’s different,” a tear traced itself across her cheek as she frowned at the wall. “I go to church. I’m supposed to be the good one…” “There’s nothing wrong with drinking. Hey… remember when you asked me if I wanted to go to church with you? Let’s go this weekend.” She nodded to herself. Then, after smearing the tears off her face, she stared at me again. “Alright… but there’s more important things to worry about here. Jason… I know you think it’s crazy, and I know I sound crazy, but ever since that morning when we walked alone together and I blacked-out, things have been happening. Zoltan and her cheer squad have been growing and shrinking – and more and more too. I don’t understand all of it yet, but I have to get to the bottom of this! If Brooke really is making other people fat, I have to find a way to stop her. We have to find a way to stop her, because who’s going to believe us? Jason? Will you help me?” “Of course,” I said, still several feet from her. “I believe you now Emily. After what we heard in Brooke’s room? Something’s going on. But what exactly are you planning to do?” Sniffing, Emily frowned and stiffened her jaw. “I got to get close to her. That means I got to keep training with the cheer squad. It’s like you said, right? I can’t run away from her, or she’ll keep getting what she wants. Besides, my weight went back down, didn’t it?” “That’s great!” I said, thinking of how my plan would keep working. “I mean, I’m happy you aren’t running away. But what should I do?” “Can you… get me another bottle of Bailey’s?” “Sure,” I said quietly. “… and so, just when all its stock investors thought things in Enron Corporation were going according to plan, it was all just an elaborate hoax of smoke and mirrors.” Ms. Buxley finished writing across the whiteboard, her suit jacket riding-up as she reached upwards, revealing a white undershirt hugging a tight, thin waist. Turning sideways slightly, she stared at me, the student front and centre of class, as I did my best not to get caught staring at curve of her derriere within her tight, black miniskirt or the small swell of her perked breasts under her blouse. “Jason Alban.” “Yes ma’am,” I straightened myself, readying for my answer. “How would you explain the schemes Enron used?” “That’s a pretty broad question,” I adjusted my glasses with the tip of my finger. “Enron’s methods of hiding its financial insecurity were deliberately complicated so that no one would notice anything was wrong.” Jeiny scoffed from her corner of class with folded arms. “If you don’t know the answer, just say so.” “I’m not finished,” I raised my eyebrows and raised my hand in her direction. It was a subtle excuse to shoot a hex at her: Jeiny will gain one pound every time she answers one of Ms. Buxley’s questions. I smiled as she rolled her eyes, comforted in my newfound power over her figure. Ah yes, it was good that I was levelling-up so rapidly now. With so many pounds shifting from person to person, my pounds income was triple what it had been – sometimes quadruple. Speaking of which… “Anyway, I’d explain Enron’s method by example: suppose I had two cows on my farm, then I get a third cow loaned to me based off the income of two cows. With my three cows, I ask my neighbour permission to use one of his cows to do some ploughing. Now – with four cows, see – I publish my farm’s earnings along with my plans to buy a fifth cow, as well as announce that one of my cows is pregnant with a calf. So really, I have six cows now, even though I actually have two.” As Ms. Buxley was listening to my long explanation, she leaned back against her desk and folded her arms as she stared thoughtfully at the ceiling lights. “The old cow analogy. It almost works.” “I mean, they did other tricks – without cows.” My face reddened as I heard two girls whispering behind me, sharing a joke at my expense between themselves. It was too late to take back my explanation, so it was all I could do to just stare ahead and bear the embarrassment. Then again, with the professor staring at the ceiling, as if waiting for a better answer, maybe I could redeem myself. “I understand Enron’s not a farm, so the analogy’s not perfect, but people do this kind of trick with money all the time. I mean, it’s illegal… but suppose if you had a bank and loaned one person money, then –” “Not Jason’s bank again,” sighed someone behind me. I felt my face flush with heated indignation. “The cow story will do just fine Jason, thank you,” Ms. Buxley uncrossed her arms and smoothened her suit with both hands. There was the faintest trace of a rare smile on her face, and I couldn’t tell if she thought more or less of me in that moment. “You have a good grasp on the subject. Let’s see if everyone’s on the same page… questions? Anyone?” “Yes, um…” a steady, faint voice came from the back corner of the classroom, and I had to twist and crane my neck to catch sight of a black-haired jock sitting as far away from the front as possible. She glanced at her textbook – a rough, battered copy filled with too many tabs – and adjusted the fit of her sports bra through her sleeveless, white shirt. “So I got a question about the quantative easement from a few pages back? Like, why did we cover that and Enron in the same day?” “Thanks for asking that,” Ms. Buxley pointed at her as if the jock had answered a question, rather than ask one. “I was about to get to that. Can anyone tell me what’s similar to the two subjects?” she nodded at the first upshot hand. “Jeiny?” “Both of them are based off of making money out of thin air,” Jeiny answered, gushing with self-satisfaciton. “While Enron fooled its investors into thinking it had more assets than it had, quantative easement is the US Federal Reserve’s policy of adding money into the economy by basically typing a few extra zeros on their computers.” Ms. Buxley tilted her head thoughtfully from side to side. “Basically. So that essentially brings us to the conclusion of this lecture. Has anyone figured out what it is? Not you Jeiny; you already answered once.” “Aw, damn,” I shook my head quietly as Ms. Buxley turned her attention to me. “Yes Jason? What do you think?” “I was hoping Jeiny would answer this one,” I chuckled nervously, glancing in Jeiny’s direction as I wondered where her new pound of weight had settled. “I was asking you,” Ms. Buxley replied curtly. “I don’t know,” I shrugged. “Jeiny knows, though.” It was the first time I’d played dumb in class, but it was for a good cause. Hopefully it worked. “I do,” Jeiny smirked. “Alright then, what do you have for us Jeiny?” Inhaling slightly, she let loose with her reply. “Just because the Federal Reserve is a government entity doesn’t mean it’s immune to what happened to Enron. Whether it’s a corporation, the government, a bank, or cows, if you start flubbing your numbers up, they’re going to spiral out of control and you’ll… urp, ‘scuse me… you’ll get trapped in your own scheme.” “Excellent answer; I like it.” Jeiny smirked to herself as she tugged her shirt down past slightly-ripened breasts. I caught myself smirking too.

Honestly, she has to try hard to eat enough food 😄 She really enjoys eating whatever she wants but she kinda has to push herself to eat more. She really wants to change that though cause she would rather eat a bit healthier foods and bigger portions in the future. Nowadays she eats mcdonalds for lunch almost every day and her cups of coffee are usually half cream half coffee. And a lot of baked goods, nachos, chips etc. She does enjoy the new pounds and seems way more excited that initially thought. I thought she kinda just wanted to do this for me but she has said she feels way cuter now. She loves when i play with her belly and sometimes when im sitting on the couch she just walks in front of me and shoves her belly on my face 😍 She really is enjoying this whole thing.

Grab my beer.

Here’s my full belly!

Pt 2 of ? Princess Cria swept into court's dining room in a tide of gleaming silks behind the bouncing of her tits and the click of her high heels, stopping across from a heavily laden table. 'Cria my daughter, you look ...stunning,' Regina said softly. To say she was stunning was understatement, the Princess was so gorgeous it hurt. At nineteen she was an image of the first blush of youth: a little taller than average, effortlessly slim and unhindered by the slightest sag, bulge or crease. Clearly her mother's daughter she had Queen Regina's oval face, green eyes and upturned nose, but with perfectly smooth fair skin that lacked any wrinkle or scar. Her golden hair gleamed like the royal treasury wished it could, shampooed and scented blonde coils of impossible volume that went down to her calves and three servants were paid to do nothing but brush. And her body, it fucking hurt Regina to notice how good her daughter's body was. Cria's perfectly smooth legs, exposed by a dress that barely covered her privates, were longer than hers had ever been and her thighs didn't even try to touch each other as she strode in. Her hips had a tight, firm roundness to them that instantly put every man who saw her in the mood, for she had a body made to knock up. She had an unconscious sway to her step that almost drove Regina into a berserk rage just seeing her walk. 'Mother, you look fat,' Cria said immediately and without a hint of respect, raising an eyebrow without fear of forehead wrinkles, 'finally stopped wearing a corset to hide your chub?' Regina's face went red with anger. It was impossible to deny she was carrying quite a few pounds more than when her daughter had last stirred herself from her mansion and her dress showed it: a low cut, skin tight white number that clung tight to her still chubby belly, which had split into a few small rolls as she sat down on her chair. 'I've put on a few pounds Cria,' she admitted, hiding both her glee that her daughter had taken the bait under anger, 'you might have noticed I'm running a kingdom since your brother died. Exercise hasn't been at the top of my to do list.' Cria in comparison to Regina's still sloppy waist, with its fupa, tummy bulge and love handles, had a stomach with so little body fat she had a four pack of hard muscle. Not that she'd done a thing to earn that tiny waist, all of it was youth and magical stimulation. 'And your tits look droopy. Didn't you used to warn me about that?' Cria smiled, nodding her head towards Regina's slightly swollen chest which, without a bra was looking a bit downcast. In comparison...Cria's chest beggared belief. Two immensely pert E cups thrust at the thin fabric of her low cut dress, each breath threatening to pop them out and over the neckline. Small pink nipples, rock hard with joy over seeing the Queen looking fatter, were clearly visible. 'Women in our family droop early,' the queen reminded, 'I started around your age.' 'Because you got pregnant. Didn't you always rant that at me?' the sorceress mused, 'you ruined my body, Cria?' 'I was a bit harsh, yes,' Regina admitted, falsely trying to earn her daughter's good will, 'I admit to many mistakes raising you...' 'Trying to send me to a nunnery when I was first called pretty? Like that?' the princess asked bitterly. 'Yes, like that...but...unless your brother's wife gives birth to a boy then the throne will soon be yours,' Regina said sadly, as if she gave a shit, 'and I think its time you were prepared for that responsibility.' Cria laughed and snapped her fingers, making a chair slide back in a strong display of sorcery. She sank into it, sure to not sit on her hair or dress and with another snap made it slide forwards to the table. She put her heeled feet up on the dark wood and crossed her arms under her heavy breasts. 'I'm already ready mother,' Cria smiled, showing perfect white teeth behind her full red lips, 'I'm the most powerful mage in ten generations, the university says that my grades are pefect. I can rule this kingdom better than anyone in its history, I can undo all of your stupid mistakes and if I want I can run everyone in it like a puppet. For instance...remember when you said I should never eat dairy if I wanted to be skinny? Well, I don't want you to be skinny.' Cria snapped a finger and Regina felt her own hand reach out to a tray of butter next to a stack of rolls and she couldn't hope to resist. She watched wide eyed as her own fingers grabbed the scoop of extra creamy goodness and plopped it into her mouth, pure fat coating her taste buds. Her mouth chewed and swallowed and Regina made a sour face in disgust. It was false of course, completely. She fucking loved butter and with spells dumping all but 1200 calories a day onto her ladies in waiting she could eat as much as she wanted. Somewhere else in the palace, Annette the former dancer's full thighs bulged just a little bigger, just enough for the pants she'd barely managed to squeeze her fluffy lower half into to fail at every seam. Standing in front of her mirror, once rock hard thighs now touching half way to the knee and bearing new spider veins, she decided to blame the laundry girls. It wasn't like her routine had changed, aside from dropping ten mile runs and three hour daily dance sessions for getting out of bed four times a day and going down one flight of stairs every day. She went to grab a skirt and tripped, rolling her weak cankle again. Her incubus lover carried her back to bed and got her another pie to eat. 'I can make anyone do anything I want,' Cria smiled. 'Cria...Cria you're right,' Regina gasped in fake horror over her anger, 'the kingdom will be yours. I, just give me a few weeks to get the abdication ceremony prepared. I'll go to the country and get fat, just like you always wanted. Two weeks at the most, until then...how about a peace offering?' 'A peace offering, it'll have to be pretty big for me to take it,' Cria laughed, ripping into a chocolate covered strawberry. Cria's powerful magic let her eat whatever she wanted without gaining an ounce or paying any sort of sacrifice, the first mage in five hundred years to master that spell. She could have run the university or made the Kingdom's armies invincible but she preferred nightly orgies and feasts at her villa in the suburbs instead. And most of the nobility preferred her preferring that, knowing how frighteningly powerful she was. But Regina knew her daughter's voracious appetites very, very well. A side door opened and in clanked a tall, powerfully built young man in brilliant armor. For his legs anyway, his chiseled chest was bare as were his frighteningly bulging abdominals and carved from marble biceps. His face was stunning, a male version of Cria's: young, powerful and arrogant. 'This is Sir Diab,' Regina said, almost naming the incubus inhabiting the young man's shell, 'he is too be named lord general in the morning and he is...magnificent I assure you. I can barely satisfy him.' 'My sweet, it would be my life's purpose to please you,' Diab said, voice oily with lust. 'Hmmmm,' Cria hummed, attention focused on the rippling muscle and not bothering to check him for magic as she moistened. 'He's yours. Make him king, make him consort but he's yours,' Regina explained, 'just give me the two weeks.' 'Of course, two weeks...and I want to see you a lot fatter at the end than you are now. You still have pretensions of beauty mother,' Cria smiled, 'let's end those. A nice obese matron's body will put you in your place, make you realize how far you've fallen. Until then...why don't you watch real perfection and eat? Dinner and a show!' Cria snapped her fingers and Regina's hands started furiously shoving food into her mouth, even as she sprang into the air, hovering before the muscular knight, long legs wrapping around his face. The Princess was not wearing underware clearly and the Queen watched as the incubus started tonguing her with some jealousy. Regina ate, as Diab also ate, but as her stomach bulged against her dress and the food immediately nearest her ran out she managed a gasp. 'Cria...wait!' she managed, 'a toast, to you!' The sorceress was moaning even then, but turned her eyes to her mother. 'A toast?' Cria asked, 'you really think I'd take anything from you I couldn't check for poison?' 'From my chalice,' the stuffed Regina muttered, dragging herself across the table for more butter. A lot more butter. In her rooms, The top heavy Sosa was clumsily dropping into a sword stance, soft hand finding her hilt unfamiliar and soft legs complaining already, when the new calories hit her. Her floppy chest surged out and buttons burst. She dropped her sword in shock, waking up her sleeping lover who demanded she come back to bed, an order she meekly obeyed, leaving the rusty blade on the floor. 'The one you never let me use?' Cria asked, floating down from her new fuck toys mouth, 'that chalice?' 'It's yours!' Regina said, nearing a cake and on all fours, tummy starting to sway, 'serving girl!' At her words, Lillian waddled into the room. The little scholar's floppy gut came first, then came the heavy wine chalice of silver, already filled with a dry white that her arms could barley hold up. She was shoved and prodded into a maid's uniform and looked so utterly comical Cria laughed in her face. 'Standards are slipping all over I see,' she laughed, then held it to the maid, 'drink.' 'I...,' Lillian tried to object, cut off by chugging a near bottle of wine. As she didn't immediately die, Cria took it from her, 'I had to check. It would be like you to poison me.' With a flick of an eyebrow, a new bottle of wine appeared with a flash of light. Its cork popped and bubbly pink wine filled the cup. 'Here's to you mom,' Cria laughed as the queen attacked the cake like a rabid dog attacking raw meat, 'I hope you like being fat!' Cria drained the cup and threw it to the side. Her lips caught a bit of the infernal alcemical layer Regina's hellish allies had given her and a moment later, she immediately ovulated. Three times as a matter of fact, but there was no other detectable change or indeed change at all. 'You almost look like you're humping that cake, you fat, graying bitch,' Cria cackled, 'watch as I show you what a good hump is. Look carefully, its the last one you'll see...unless I decide to sell you off as a whore.' Diab's armor rusted away and a moment later Cria's throbbing, sopping slit swallowed it up. Her perfect legs pushed and thrust, she started touching her nipples and before long she screamed as he came inside her. The devil's load splattered inside her womb, catching all three eggs and making them immune to Cria's contraceptive spells. Immediately, even before she pulled herself off him, they attached. One turned started slowly draining her magical power, funneling it to Regina the more it was used. One started diminishing her cutting wit, matchless will power and lancing insight down to normal levels, again the more she used her powers. The last predictably started lowering her metabolism, again the more she used her power the hungier she'd get and the faster she'd gain. 'This how its going to go around here for now,' Cria cooed, thoughtlessly ripping a drumstick off a turkey with her magic and eating it, 'get me? You're going to get fat and I *munch* am going to be in charge. Understand?' 'Oh...oh yes,' the engorged Regina smiled, feeling her daughter get one hair's breadth weaker, 'I understand.' 'And if you aren't getting fatter...well,' Cria smiled, lifting her mother effortlessly off the table with another spell, 'I don't need to employ an executioner.' 'I...I...hear you,' Regina gasped as Cria lowered her, one miniscule iota more difficultly than she had raised her up. With a thought, Regina severed her weight loss drain towards her ladies in waiting. Getting temporarily fatter was worth seeing this evil bitch turn herself into a blimp via her own power.

The Queen's power grows, pt 1 of ? 'I opened the closet door and her mouth was...,' Lillian looked around conspiratorially, and whispered 'Sosa was sucking his dick!' 'Oh, how scandalous,' Queen Regina smiled to herself, enjoying both the privacy of her chambers and the attentive gossip of her favorite pet. 'And it had cream and chocolate all over it,' the lady in waiting continued with impish glee, 'as if she wasn't getting fat enough!' 'Yes, she's gotten a bit plump hasn't she?' Regina continued with false kindness. 'A bit? Sosa's got tits like a cow and arms like a bar keep!,' Lillian giggled in glee, 'every time she breathes I hear seams pop. I think they're bigger than her head now and they sag like my mother's unless she's got a corset on. It's only a matter of time before her bodice pops open at court.' 'Some people cannot control themselves can they?' Regina said, leaning over and offering a bowl, 'candies?' Regina was leaning a little easier these days. Only one corset was needed to hide the bulge in her figure and the investment on her ladies in waiting had already almost paid itself off. In the past several weeks she'd lost a full fourteen pounds and had never been happier to see 143 lbs on the scale...especially given she could eat like a piglet with all the excess going to her ladies. Who really didn't need help gaining. 'Oh of course!' The greedy girl said, taking almost half the bowl in one heaping handful and then wolfing them down, 'wouldn't' want Sosa to take them, at the rate she's gaining...' Sosa was indeed packing it on. No exercise, a literally diabolically skilled feeder boyfriend, weight gain drugs in her wine, an unending cavalcade of food and a phantom pregnancy had buried her swords woman muscles in butter. Immense, increasingly sensitive breasts pressed dangerously against all her clothes. Her firm stomach had a noticeable paunch growing in their shadow and her graceful legs were noticeably chunky. Once impressive arms now had bingo wings that wobbled like an old woman' says she ate. Even better than the physical changes, Regina noticed that her pride and courage had deflated accordingly. She stood with a slouch, spoke increasingly softly and had trouble meeting the eye of others, letting her boyfriend do the talking and choosing. 'Oh yes, some girls come to court and lose their figures,' the Queen smiled, 'some event get ...pregnant.' Lillian Looked a bit queasy at that. As she should, given that the diminutive scholar had been the first of the ladies to get her cherry popped by an incubus' hot load. A once reliable period was three weeks late and the stress was only fueling Lillian's of control gluttony. 'Yeah...some...some girls just lose all control,' Lillian Said hesitantly. 'Yes, they take a man to bed and then their period is late,' Regina said evilly, 'then...they start throwing up in the morning.' Lillian Had awoken every morning the last week puking into a chamber pot and appropriately turned green. 'Then their breasts start to swell,' Regina said, eyeing how Lillian Was on the verge of at last breaking out of a very modest bodice, engorged nipples pressed tight against the near transparent fabric and that its button was hanging by a thread, 'and then they grow a big belly...' Lillian Relaxed a bit, 'well, I wouldn't know what that was like.' Regina smiled deeply, uncaring about the wrinkles, 'of course not, a lot of girls put on Weight at court, but not you.' Lillian Had come to court at 5' nothing and weighing exactly one hundred pounds. Out of her mother's control in the weeks since, waited on hand and foot, pampered and spoiled with thrice daily orgasms her only exercise, she'd ballooned up a little more than fifty pounds. Her delicate face was past cherubic and now almost porcine, with round, bulging red cheeks, increasingly piggish eyes and a sagging set of jowls under her chin. Tiny arms were pillowy soft, with clumsy fingers suitable only for transferring candy from bowl to mouth. No longer flat chested, her tiny breasts had gone from pert A to saggy, veiny, near painfully swollen Cs two weeks from leaking milk. Best of all her belly had gone from a tiny, barely 20'' wasp waist to a bulging, flabby 32'' pot belly when empty, which it never was save right after morning sickness. She hadn't seen her feet in a week, going by her mismatched shoes, and had no idea of the bands of angry red stretch marks around its usually turgid surface. Having long out grown her clothes, The Queen had granted the now fat girl a great deal of imperial waisted dresses, they came with the dual benefit of being highly unflattering to a girl with such a big belly and so comfortable they allowed the porky young woman to eat to her heart's content 'Yes, they're such a load of pigs!' Lillian Laughed, 'Annette tried to dance yesterday and was so out of breath she had to stop after a couple minutes, then got leg cramps and twisted her ankle when she tried again!' 'Really? That Annette?' Regina asked, as if she didn't know the 6'2 ballerina who had come to court with perfect legs. 'Yes, that Annette,' Lillian Giggled, having taken the chocolate bowl and almost emptied it, 'and she wears pants so tight though I can tell she's got cellulite now! Cellulite all over her chubby thighs and cankles! I can't believe how big she's gotten! She's the fattest girl here!''' Annette had indeed gained quite a bit of weight, almost more than anyone else and it more than made up for the atrophy of her once perfect dancer's muscle, losing in weeks what it had taken years to earn. Every pair of pants she struggled into bore chafing tears around the thighs in a matter of hours and shed burst several buttons and ripped out several ass seams thanks to her puffy FUPA and sagging behind. She was the fattest hand maid...Save for Lillian, who after a cravings and libido fueled sex romp the night before had pulled into the lead, once her overworked stomach had digested a small orchard of chocolate oranges into a new roll. ''How can she not notice?' Lillian Giggled through a full mouth, 'is she dumb?' Regina didn't tell Lillian That yes, Annette was dumb enough to think she still had a dancers physique. But so was Lillian. The wine they guzzled was laced with a special sedative that both blinded them to their own weight gain and dumbed them down significantly. The once near genius Lillian, who had passed the wizard university's initial entrance exams with flying colors a few months before, had an attention span small as her self control and would find herself only semi-literate now if she tried to read. But she'd figure that out if she remembered to take the next tests. "But I'm glad you've noticed girls have a tendency to gain weight," Regina told her portly spy, 'because my daughter is coming to court and well...Id like your help to play a little joke on her.' 'Really? I love pranks," Lillian smiled. "You see, she's always been so skinny and I think it'd be lovely if she fattened up just a bit..."

In here is too hot to exist, also my phone's screen is broken and have to fix it, how am I supposed to take me pictures these days?

New Feeding Encouragement video coming up!! Check it out in the clip store later What do you think of my take on a chubby Pink Panther? 😛

Big ol belly not getting any smaller 😍

Well, Hello again! I was all lazy today and I just cooked then ate and watched family guy, played games on nintendo and slept! I also thought it’s time to show you my first GIF! I just made my hair look better and cleaned up some mess behind but in thight T-shirt and in my favorite shorts! hope you like it

Here's a weigh in picture! Also, notice how my belly has grown into the frame 🥰

AFTER!

From her yesterday’s Instagram story

I didn't publish that.Her Breasts are the size of watermelons.The weight gain was good for her.I hope she keeps getting fat.I can't wait to see how huge was her ass))).

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So I just caught wind of these photos that Julia Plus have been posting on their Instagram page the last 2 months and boy oh boy does Mayara look big and wide and filling out the Julia Plus clothes.

Thank you so much! to be honest I don’t really gain on purpose, I’ve always been a rounded gal. But I don’t do any diets or anything because I like the way I am and I enjoy being curvy. I gained about 15 kilos since 2015, so it’s not much but it is definitely noticeable! I’m glad you enjoy what I’m doing and I’d love to see you around!

Recent photoshoot for Capriosca Swimwear

I just read this thread and wow am I glad she lost weight, if for nothing else but to spite the tard who messaged her.

What a beauty. Love that little belly bulge edging into the closeups.

i thought these pictures really emphasized the flabbiness of my gut and all of my stretch marks (even all on my upper arm to my elbow 😶😶). i guess that's what i get for getting so fat and heavy so fast 😋😋 tell me what you think 💜

Have you checked out the latest clip on my store? Have a peek, you'll love it: 😉 _______________ On an unrelated note, here are some more butt shots I forgot to post.. ☺ 📸 Have a nice day! 😘

Looking a bit bigger.

here's some before and afters in almost the same clothes, almost exactly two years apart. this really put into perspective how much wider, rounder, and more squishy and cellulitey i've gotten! i license how much my belly button has dropped and my belly hangs out over my once fitting shorts and how much wider my fat love hand handles make me. or how flabby and dimpled my thighs are now. even the difference is my hands and forearms shows how much i've let myself go, i'm such a far cry from that fit girl from just a few years ago, not i'm just like every other fat girl destined to just keep getting fatter and fatter (((: teasing is welcomed (:

I know I'm going picture crazy today, but opportunity has presented. Also, just found out that 3 weeks ago she was 228 and hasn't weighed herself since...

And interesting comparison someone made that I'm posting because of the similarities but you can also see the difference of thickness in her thighs and her face is also chubbier

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