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I think to myself... can I get more round? ....and then I look at myself in the mirror and I prove myself wrong every single time 💁‍♂️😏

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Here's some of my favorite pics from the last month 😍

Hi there sorry it has taken zo long but here are 2 new pictures of my girl. And she still eats like crazy day and night. At the moment she does not work and is pretty much at home most of the days. And that means sitting in the living room or lay and bed en eat eat eat. Do you think she got bigger? Tell me What you think we like to read your oppinions we love it everytime we read them. Thanks you for that everyone.

I had a wedding to attend and got dressed real cute 💖💋

She’s on here too, very happy with all the positivity! Only two weeks ago nobody really saw her full body, it’s kind words like the guys on this forum that really helps her feel beautiful! Have an update! She’s really looking forwards to getting bigger, and modeling soon! Any suggestions are welcome too

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Hey folks of curvage, I have a treat for the lovers of pretty babes with great curves. A friend of mine has recently gotten into the lifestyle of eating what you want and enjoying the results! She’s debating becoming a model and really wants to know what you all think, feedback is welcome!

Hi, how are you? ❤️

Definitely bigger. 2016-2019

My bitch is growing...

Tada! Here's my risky video in the park! Hope you like it xo much love

'I've got a plan,' Diana said the moment Karen hit the ground, clearly depowered, 'the spare drone, does it have a holographic projector? Kara, are you able to arrest a fall?' 'A plan?' Barbara asked, 'you've got to be crazy Di! We need to retreat and regroup!' 'We're the reserves,' the cowardly super girl whined, 'the ones so fat we had to stay here and watch.' 'Regroup?' Wonder Woman snapped, 'the group is trapped in there. Raven is unconscious, Cassie is unconscious, Star is about to collapse and Power Girl is down. Either we go in and save them now or we lose, now and forever. We'll have what, a month maybe before the food stores run out at the compound? Then we'll get to be lobotomized drones, if we can even fit out the door. Is that what you'd prefer rather than a fight? Did you lose your courage when you got stuck in that chair Barbara? And Kara, was invulnerability the only thing that made you worthy of that S on your chest?' The two obese, ashamed heroines looked at the ground and then at Diana. 'What does it need to project?' Barbara asked. 'What do I need to do?' Kara asked. 'First the drone needs to show me,' Diana began... ... 'I'm thinking maybe a fantasy take, you know, D&D game of thrones type of shit,' Harley crooned, having just revealed her long list of universal victories, 'you got any ideas? Oh wait, you're gagged!' Giggling, the stuffed clown began sashaying towards the mountain of Zatanna. Power Girl didn't just watch her go. A little part of her slumped in defeat. She was depowered and beaten, never again would she stand up against evil, know the feeling of wind in her hair as she flied or the bounce of a bullet off her skin. She was mortal and crushed, in a moment she wouldn't even remember this. Another part was despondent. At last she'd gotten the ability to get fat, never mind the rest of her losses, but oh Rao, sun god of Krypton, this clown was going to ruin it. The rest though, was the same bad ass who'd just put three super villains down in as many minutes. She could fight this, she could win this...she knew Diana would come for her she just needed to buy time. She twisted her neck, trapping the mask between boob and arm and pulling it off. Hauling in a sticky breath, her fraying costume losing seams around her stuffed gut, Karen yelled. 'Harley, I"m sorry,' she yelled out, loud as she could, making the fit clown stop in her tracks. 'You're...what?' Quinn yelled, turning around with fury in her eyes. 'I'm sorry. On that space adventure...I didn't respect what you wanted to do. I pushed you into gaining weight and it was wrong of me, I didn't respect you as a person,' Karen told her, 'I'm not going to tell you to let me go. Anything you do to me is deserved but...I've got to ask for someone else.' 'For who?' Quinn asked. 'Diana and Kara and the rest,' Power Girl whined, almost sobbing, 'Listen, I'll do anything you want. I'll be your slave. Your idiot secretary. Damn it, I'll be your fucking side kick, suck your cit all day and say it tastes like candy. Just...I want Wonder Woman to be happy.' Harley laughed, harsh and barking as a hyena, 'Holy shit are you crying? You are! Big PG, stuffed and crying for her girl friend! Ha, oh shit if I wasn't about to rewrite the world I'd put it on youtube. Alright Power Lunch, how do you want me to make her happy?' 'Its...its going to be hard for you,' Karen said, looking less sad and far more determined even stuffed, powerless and bound, 'because you see, she loves a challenge and kicking your pasty clown ass is going to be really damn easy for her.' A loud series of pops sounded from above Harley, as Wonder Woman popped her knuckles. Harley's looked up and felt her eyes widened, she tripped onto her bouncy butt and scrambled back as Wonder Woman hovered lower, because this was not the Anonymous addicted wreck of a woman she'd expected, an all but depowered tub of lard barely capable of going up the stairs. This was a pure God sculpted muscle stretched over 6'3 inches of ass kicking, wearing armor Harley couldn't have ever moved in. Her chin could have been used to cut steel beams and Quinn would have sworn she felt herself get permanently shorter when those thighs flexed. The only fat available was a pair of perfect DDs that the bisexual Quinn would have drooled over if she hadn't been trying not ot piss herself. 'Looks like you finally got your wish love, although a bit too much of it I assume,' the perfect Brunette said in her accented voice as she looked sadly at Power Girl, then turned her eyes to Harley, 'now as for you...' 'You...why aint ya fat?' Harley demanded, suddenly feeling every muffin she'd sucked down in the last minutes and how the two hundred feet to Zatanna seemed to stretch on and on, 'you was chunky on the old vids...' 'Just a bulking and cutting cycle, thanks for helping me finally get up to 180 of pure muscle,' Diana said, showing off with a flex, 'cutting was easier than ever, it didn't hurt that your food is disgusting. Do you even use real sugar?' Diana hovered even lower, feet just off the floor, 'Now, if you would uncuff my soon to be obese bride and handcuff yourself in her place...' Starfire crashed to the gantry floor a few feet away, sliding to a halt. Her bikini had been completely in the chase, leaving her a nude puddle of orange butter sprawled on the floor. No longer a fierce warrior princess, she was completely undone by the minutes long chase. Gallons of sweat poured off of her body and a hyperventilating series of gasps came out continuously from her. Raven slumped next to her, snorring deeply. Volcana rose up over the collapsed tamaranian, a burning fireball ready to finish her prey off with. Seeing the perfect wonder woman, the pyromancer hurled it at Diana instead. Diana didn't try to block or dodge, the fire ball hit her dead on and exploded. She vanished and a pile of melted electronics and fan blades hit the ground next to Harley's feet. 'What tha hell?' Quinn snapped in shock, 'Wonder Woman was a robot all along? Peej, did you know you're a robot fucker!' 'No that was a drone with a holograph projector...how the hell did someone so stupid take over the world?' Karen sighed from the floor. The real Wonder Woman appeared, falling through the ceiling shield first. She landed right atop Volcana, the lithe pyromancer slammed to the floor as over three hundred pounds of Amazonian bulk slapped onto her. If Diana hadn't been slowing her fall through her diminished flight capability, the red head would have been destroyed. She stood up with a grunt, hefting a very heavy shield and trying to draw her sword. That took a while, for the enormous immortal was remarkably wider than she had when last drawing a weapon. Several failed grabs culminated in having to pull her sword belts up to where her stubby, pillow sized arm could get a hold of it and draw out the bronze blade, by which point her under used legs had started to tremble. Harley had plenty of time to burst into laughter, stand up despite the weight of her own stuffed gut and pull a massive mallet out of nowhere. 'Okay, now this is just funny,' Harley giggled, 'she's like a big marshmallow painted up for the fourth of july BBQ!' 'Surrender Quinn, your allies are all down and your out numbered,' Diana said, trying to get her breathing under control, 'give up everything and I promise you'll get the help you need.' 'Really? Cause from where I stand, youre the one who needs help,' Harley laughed, 'like maybe a walker or a motor scooter or a helper monkey.' Harley jumped forwards, hammer swinging. The old Wonder Woman would have parried it away with one heart beat and cut the hammer in half with another, but this toneless blob of a hero barely managed to parry it with her shield. It reverbrated like a bell and she was knocked back several feet, keeping her stance with difficulty before Harley attacked again and again. Diana was forced back and back and back, until her flabby ass was pressed up against a groaning railing, the bubbling lake of cookie dough stretched out beneath her, Giganta and Cassie bobbing in it like bulbous islands of fat. 'Holy crap this is easy,' Quinn said, although her face was green from all the activity with gut stuffed to the brim, 'taking down Wonder Woman and Power Girl by myself in one day? I really am the best villain ever!' 'You haven't won yet!' Diana vowed, trying to lunge forwards only for her chubby, muscleless left leg to cramp up. She tripped, dropping her shield which the Jester stamped her foot down on. Diana tried to swing her sword, only for Harley to knock it from her grasp, the enchanted blade impaled within an I-beam to a hilt. 'Have I won now?' Harley cackled. Snarling, Diana jumped up and swung a fist right into her tormentor's face. At her peak, Diana had been one of the strongest people in the world. She could lift warships one handed, drive a fist through a wall without noticing she had, jump over a mountain range if she didn't feel like destroying it. In those days, Diana had to be careful not to kill unpowered foes she fought but now, at full force, her punch just rocked Quinn's face back a bit. 'Oww, how mean,' Quinn chuckled and then drove her foot into Diana's fifty four inch waist. Gasping, Wonder Woman went down, with Quinn jumping up and down on top of her stomach, as if she was a trampoline. 'Oh wow, this was so rich! Tell me, did you really think you could beat me, when you've let yourself go so badly?' Harley asked in victory. 'Me? No, I didn't think I could,' Diana wheezed, 'but I knew i could distract you.' 'Distract me? Distract me from who?' Quinn asked in mounting horror as she turned and saw a gut heavy blob of a kryptonian perched on Zatanna's massive shoulder. ... 'Try Ivy's birthday, 8/3/90' Barbara said into her head set, her computer screens full of important dates from Harley, Ivy, Selina and Tailia's life. 'I'm trying,' Kara whispered to herself on the other end of the line, hand taping in yet another combination into the mind controlling hat perched atop Zatanna's head. It was hard work: Zatanna was twelve feet of piled up lard, made super humanly huge to deal with the endless stream of sedative butter fed to her, and Kara could only hover to about eight feet. Supergirl's rotund body was held up by her weak limbs clinging to the slippery slopes of the once dainty magician, a perch she might fall from at any moment as she punched in the code. 'It didn't work,' she hissed, flexing her wrist. The carpal tunnel wracking her weak, now highly vulnerable body was slowing things down greatly. Kara's fingers were twitching involuntarily, her right thumb and index finger curled up in paralyzed pain. 'Okay, um...shit which one is it!' Barbara fumed at her computer. 'I need a number, babs!' Kara yelled. 'Hey, Supergut! Get away from my wizard!' Harley yelled out, hoping off of her Amazon trampoline, 'I stole her fair and square!' The over fed clown went to run, only to feel her feet kicked off of her. Diana lurched up, half forgotten wrestling techniques coming to mind as she pinned Harley under her sweaty tonnage. Quinn struggled, her far stronger limbs letting her begin to slip out of Wonder Woman's gasp, even as the J cup boobs tried to smother her. 'Oh fuck it,' Kara snapped, using her pinky to tap in the first number that came to mind, 1234. The hat's display turned green, just as Harley shot out of Diana's grasp and began charging towards Supergirl with an upturned mallet. 'What do I wish for!?' Supergirl begged. 'Wish we were all skinny!' Barbara demanded. 'But I like being chunky,' Kara whined. 'YOU CAN GET FAT AGAIN LATER!' Barbara barked, 'Just wish you were skinny!' Harley was feet away from the near helpless Kara, jumping up with her hammer held high. 'TheHeroinesGetSKINNY!!!' Kara squeaked as the hammer descended. 'Ynnikstegsenioreheht,' Zatanna said. The hammer smashed into Super Girl's face and shattered into a million match sticks. Kara blinked, finding her self sans a hundred and sixty pounds, skinny self hovering easily a surprised Harley Quinn smashed into her: the clown's stuffed gut ramming into a six pack of trim, bullet proof abs. Quinn bounced off of her, falling to the ground with a thud and a groan. 'I...can...still...win,' Harley wheezed, turning to Zatanna and finding the two ton blob down to a curvy-fit 140 lbs, blinking in confusion with the mind control hat on the ground. 'Where am I, why am I naked and why am I hungry?' the magician asked in confusion, 'and why does it smell like cookies?" Quinn lurched for the mind control hat, 'You were just putting this hat on!' Supergirl grabbed Harley's by the ankle, holding her effortlessly up in the air, 'I don't think so.' 'Uhh...hi Sups,' Harley giggled nervously, 'you uh...look good...new workout regimen?' 'Can you swim?' Kara asked her seriously, hovering over the cookie dough lake. 'Kinda but I did eat in the last thirty minutes, hey wait no!' Quinn yelled as Kara dropped her down into the dough sea. Kara watched her drop with a splash, then felt her concave stomach grumble, 'Man...I'm hungry.' *Epilogue 1: Everything almost back to normal *Epilogue 2: A brave and very fat new world.

So, like many on here ive been a longtime lurker and i would like to make my very first post. I met my current girlfriend 5 months ago and she was a big girl to start off with standing at 5'5 and 230 lbs. I would take her out alot and she really didnt seem to care about over eating around me, so naturally i opened up to her about my preferences. Fast forward 5 months and she now weighs 265, she is getting HUGE. She had a nicely fitting pair of jean shorts when i met her and the other day, during our weekly buffet trip, i swear the button was gonna pop before she even sat down but the pants must be made of steel or something. A few more weeks of buffets and she will definitely outgrow them. Well anyway here is a little taste of what im dealing with. I know you guys like befores. Ill try and find some. This was her today after a footlong sub. She said it was a "snack."

Oh my g...

Could not be happier. Buffet tomorrow so stay updated!

Chapter 7 The next few weeks were amazing. I continued to make sure the house was stocked with fattening goodies to get her through the weekdays. I would cook at night, always a heavy, calorie laden meal. I wanted to keep feeding her a variety, so she wouldn’t get tired of the same dishes and slack off of stuffing herself. So I spent time on the web downloading recipes. I made a lot of Italian dishes. Ravioli, fettucine alfredo, tortellini, spaghetti, risotto, scaloppini, and homemade pizza all have a lot of variations to keep dinners interesting. Lots of bread on the side, and of course nice fattening desserts. I also tried out various Mexican, Greek, French and German dishes. It was actually a lot of fun cooking for Denise, since she was an eager eater. Every week she got a little fatter. She was disappointed the second week since she didn’t match her previous five pound gain, only gaining three. But she gained four pounds the next week, and four more the week after that. So at the end of a month under my care, she was up to 221 pounds. We kept up the ritual of taking her picture, naked, with her belly pushing out, in front of a stack of brownies. By the way, the web has many different brownie recipes, and Denise loved them all. She loved seeing her belly push out more every week, and would text the latest photo to Brad. She would add a text message, usually something about how fat she was getting for him. He would send back a text about how well she was doing. The second month she gained another 17 pounds, bringing her to 238 pounds. Her belly was now sticking out past her boobs, which was quite a sight considering how her boobs had also grown. So we took pictures of her standing at a wall with her belly touching. There was a little bit of space between the wall and her boobs. That space got a little bigger each week as her belly became more prominent. Those photos also went by text to Brad. I had to keep reminding myself that this time with Denise was temporary. A fantasy come true that was going to last six months, and only six months. I had to remind myself not to be irritated when Denise would send a picture that I had taken of her to Brad, exclaiming, “Brad will love this!” Or, “Brad is going to be so turned on by how big my belly is getting!” She’s engaged to Brad, I reminded myself. This was just a business arrangement. But the sex was so great. It had started out great, with her nice layer of adipose, but as she got fatter, my passion got more intense. By the end of the third month she was up to 253 pounds. A gain of 48 pounds. Her rounded belly was now full and had started to hang. My favorite position was when she got on top of me and her belly rested on mine. Not that the weight had all gone to her belly. Her boobs had gone from a D cup to a EE, her hips had widened and her butt had expanded in all directions. They all got me going and they all got plenty of attention from me. When we were done with one of our sex episodes, I always had mixed feelings. We were only halfway through the six months, so I looked forward to her getting even bigger, and sex even more intense. But also, I knew that it would come to an end. And I would miss her. And not only for the sex. We enjoyed each other’s company in and out of the bedroom. When we ate out, usually 2-3 times per week, we enjoyed the same places. Or went to a live music venue, and it turned out we both liked jazz and blues. I was going to miss everything about her. But the only thing to do was enjoy her while I could, and fatten her up as much as I could. It was a combination of lust and satisfaction of doing the job well to see her continue to expand. I felt like an artist, creating my own palette of plumpness. Until I tried to button my own jeans, and I realized that I had expanded, too.

These are the types of photos I used to take- I was ashamed of my size, but loved my face/chest. Now I love it all 🤤

non vedo perché dovrei mentire. cmq eccole. la prima a 55 poi le altre a 60 qdo avevo gia iniziato a diventare morbidina

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It's great she doesn't care that her belly is poking out throught her top anymore

Took a pretty risky video at the park today! Stay tuned for later! 😘

Idk how this topic got so far back but great belly shot!

Are you pumped for Picard? So 👏🏻 pumped 👏🏻 especially now that 7, Data, and Hugh are confirmed. I’m praying for some Niners to show up at some point and for some Enterprise references. That’s the dream for me. Also thrilled for Lower Decks, even if I’m still bummed there aren’t more Andorians (my three favorite species are Trill, Andorians, and Denobulans) being shown in either show. I mean they’re founding members of the federation we deserve to see more of them and the Tellarites. Discovery didn’t do it for me because I’m a stickler for canon and I hated all the changes (Enterprise was a much better prequel imo), so I’m hoping for the best now that they’re returning to the 24th century where they belong.

So she got her belly pierced today which is totally hot. Here is a little before and after. She is about 220 in the first pic compared to 265 in the second. We went to ritas today and she got a gelati but as we were about to leave she asked if i could get her one to go and as she was eating it in the car i unbuttoned her pants for her. She has really been letting go recently. We dont really have a weight goal for now but id like to see her at 300.

think her ass has gotten fatter she started her P*tr**n?

Double portions please!

What an amazing angle on her face in the preview image. She's so much bigger than the host, too.

My new video are on now. I tried something different and i hope it will be appreciate.

Our girl is part of a new Boohoo campaign... photoshopped for sure but still looking thick as hell. Shame no BTS shots or footage kicking about on Instagram.

Found some chonky wobble on the insta https://ingram.life/u/iamlindsayjones/2098111564641853374

Come biasimarlo, spero si sia reso conto di cosa si è perso...

si, ci sono ancora amica su fb, mi ha chiesto di uscire recentemente e gli ho detto che ora sono grossissima e lui ha chiesto foto, ha concluso dicendo che mi si farebbe anche così 🤣

perfection

”If you’ve ever wondered what your favorite Hollywood actress looked like with a sushi addiction and 40 extra lbs, here you go”

New chapter is out!! Chapter 4- Eating ‘Healthy” The humdrum buzz stemming from the ceiling fan of the fast-food joint’s employee bathroom normally evoked mild irritation from Emma as she went about her business but today, while she burst through the door with exhilaration, it was like the vexing noise didn’t even exist. Standing in front of the sink’s mirror, the only thing Emma could hear was the sound of her own labored breathing. She had rushed to the bathroom, but it wasn’t the physical exertion that had caused the spike of effort from her lungs, it was the words she’d just heard from her middle-aged manager. Searching her apron and pockets furiously, she found the picture Paul had drawn for her a little over six weeks ago. She never kept it off her person, unless she was sleeping. It’s not like she had a fear of losing the tantalizing piece of paper, she just couldn’t get enough of the feeling that looking at it gave her. Even now, staring at it sent jitters of excitement down her spine. It was the ultimate reminder of what she was trying to do. The goal of her exemplary indulgence. The promise to herself that she was determined to fulfill. She’d wanted to parse out this new kink she’d discovered in every way possible. And for the last few weeks that meant no food, or no amount of food, was off limits. Her liberation began the moment she surrendered her lips to her first significant indulgence, a box of six donuts that were bursting with excess calories from the Amish bakery down the block. It was the first time she’d really explored any part of the city, and she wasn’t disappointed. She’d always had a rather large appetite for someone her size, but now her intentions with food had changed. She didn’t greedily scarf down those donuts to simply quench her hunger. She’d forced herself to consume all six of those jelly donuts, for the sole purpose of inflating her formerly lithe figure with some luscious fat. The aftermath of her donut gambit was hefty, her taste buds were on cloud nine, her stomach was firmly bulging outward, and she’d developed a foreign, but unmistakably pleasurable, ‘itch’ which she scratched once she was able to waddle home to her bedroom. The experience felt profoundly satisfying enough to warrant more.. exploration. The city she’d adopted as her home was a melting pot, to describe it as anything less would be an understatement. For instance, on the street of Paul’s apartment, there stood a Pizza Hut on the corner, a Pakistani falafel shop across the street, and a Nigerian bar next to a Jewish deli. Seeing the possibilities with greedy delight, Emma made it her mission to indulge her appetite at every unique establishment that crossed her path. She’d started out close to home, she’d never had falafel before, and the nice store owner let her try her first one for free. It tasted heavenly so Emma had to buy two more for the road. As she expanded her area of exploration and the capacity of her powerful stomach, Emma discovered a keen liking for several Chinese take-out spots, a classy Italian restaurant, a great Mexican place and a newly renovated fast-food chain called ‘Scoops Ahoy.’ Asserting herself like a true woman of the feedism community, Emma voluntarily pursued a job opening at the delectable burger and ice cream joint in pursuit of both further feeding her growing appetite and enabling her continued sensual gratification of her expanding figure. Strong metabolism or not, eating without restraint as frequently and enthusiastically as Emma did, had consequences for her waistline. She noticed it with increased interest day by glorious day. After two weeks, she was growing a slight muffin top. After four weeks, her belly had softened and filled out even more. After six weeks, the rest of her body began to seem noticeably fuller to the eye, especially her already large breasts. Emma was holding out hope her body would fill out in the way Paul had drawn her. So far.. haha! She hadn’t been disappointed! Reluctantly pulling her gaze from her newly acquired fantasy that lay drawn on the piece of paper she was holding, Emma stared into her reflection with a mix of excitement, satisfaction, and a solid chunk of stimulation. Her breathing slowed. She’d nearly lost it a few moments ago when her middle-aged manager had pulled her aside and given her a ‘friendly’ heads up that she’d better take it easy on the fries during her lunch breaks or he’d have to order her a larger uniform! While she’d been excitedly attentive to the changes to her fattening body, she’d been waiting impatiently for weeks now for someone to notice the diligently growth in her body’s proportion of fat. And now that someone had noticed.. she wanted more! It was a baffling craving, to have people comment on her appearance, judge her for her newly acquired girth. She wanted someone else to point out how small her clothes now looked on her. She was never one to put on weight, but.. now that she had.. she needed MORE! She needed to become the person Paul had drawn in that picture! She needed to know why it felt so good to let herself go. During her weeks following the encounter with Paul, she had been wound up with tingling curiosity. Now, she felt possessed by a horny ferocity! To think a little drawing of her looking lusciously pampered with excess layers of fat could engender such a perplexing, yet undeniable feeling within her soul. Seeing herself that big.. appealed to her. But becoming that big, was proving to be downright orgasmic! She thought her powerful metabolism would have been a bigger obstacle, but she was wrong. Even just recalling her efforts to conquer it sent butterflies of excitement soring within her burgeoning tummy! Even without eating much today, the extra padding she’d added to her lower belly stuck out from the bottom of her shirt. Her hands moved to sensually massage its luscious flab, as a smile erupted from her face. She wanted to earn that bigger uniform with her gluttony! She wanted it really bad! She couldn’t help but playfully squeeze her chub with excitement, her breathing became hornily labored again as she entered her imagination. Next time, she wanted her boss to have to tell her she’d gotten too fat for her old one and that she needed to diet because the size of her blubbery belly was starting to scare away customers! “Are you okay?” “Ahh!” Emma gasped, as her fellow employee Alexia slowly emerged from the large stall to the right of her. Emma had just enough time to tug her shirt downward and bury her prized drawing between the cleavage of her fattened feminine bust. Trying to sequester her flustered excitement, Emma turned toward her co-worker and recovered, “I’m fine!” “Why were you breathing like that?” Alexia asked, as the tall college sophomore skeptically tiled her head and looked down upon her guilty looking older co-worker. Unlike most of the workers at the burger and ice cream joint, Emma was different, she was the only one with a college degree. While it seemed that everyone who started work at Scoops Ahoy put on ten pounds or so adjusting to the surplus of readily available calorie-heavy food, it was clear to Alexia that Emma had gained the most. “Umm.. I was.. trying not to cry.” Emma lied, as she quickly added, “Andy just told me I’m going to have to order a larger uniform if I get any fatter.” “Oh my gosh! He didn’t! Andy’s such a pig! Everybody puts on some weight when they work here. It’s impossible to avoid. I gained 10 pounds during my first year, Bryce gained 15 and she’s only been working here 6 months. Don’t let him get to you.” Alexia tried to console Emma, as Emma got a devilishly satisfying idea. Trying to sound as vulnerable, ashamed and guilty as she could, Emma revealed to Alexia, “I’ve gained 20 pounds in six weeks.” “Oh.. Wow..” Alexia muttered, as she began to consider that Andy may have had a point. “Be honest, is it noticeable?” Emma asked, as she silently was throbbing for Alexia to acknowledge how fat she’d gotten. Looking down at the her pudgy coworker, Alexia tried to be polite, “I mean, the food here hits some of us harder than others.. I’m sure you’ll adjust. I’m still trying to lose the weight I gained.” “Thanks Alexia. That makes me feel better.” Emma managed to smile. She wanted to say ‘thanks for nothing’ but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. The tall college sophomore was about the closest thing she had to a friend during work hours and she didn’t want to ruin that. “Anytime.” Alexia returned Emma’s smile, as she stepped in front of the sink, washed her hands and then headed back to finish her shift after waving ‘bye.’ Letting out a sigh of relief, Emma reached back into her shirt and pulled her prized drawing out from between her cleavage. Immediately noticing the paper felt damp, Emma hurried to investigate if the contents of the drawing were okay. Blinking her eyes six times, Emma was stunned to realize her boob sweat had hopelessly dampened the paper and smudged the perfect drawing beyond recognition! Resisting the urge to strangle Alexia for making her ruin the focal point of her infatuation, Emma took out her phone, posed in front of the mirror, and took a picture of the damage she’d done to her body since she started working here. She had taken the same picture of herself on her first day of work, but now she wanted to measure her progress. Looking between the two photos, Emma was less than pleased with that she saw. Sure, she looked bigger, but she didn’t look like the girl Paul had drawn. Not yet. Maybe if she stuffed her face more than she ever had before, she’d finally resemble that goddess of a woman. If her memory served, Paul and Claire would be out of the apartment tonight at the movies. She’d have the place all to herself. She’d be free to stuff her face like she never had before. It was an arousing idea. At the very least, if her gut managed to burst through her uniform, she’d need to tell Andy. Maybe he would comment on her weight again.. That would be a most welcome consolation prize.. … Later that day.. … For Claire, the walk to Paul’s apartment from campus had always been a chore. It was a 15-minute hike unless she was unlucky enough to hit most of the stoplights on the way over, then it was a 20- or 25-minute walk. However, today she recognized a difference. Not only had she made the walk in about 12 minutes, but she’d been unlucky with a few lights as well. While she approached the front porch of the little dilapidated apartment building, she began to ponder why her transit had been so short today. Had she been rushing? Not really. Had she taken a faster route? Nope. As her mind raced with other explanations eventually, she realized most obvious answer was probably true. She was walking faster than she used to. What was astonishing to Claire was the fact that she hadn’t consciously been trying to walk faster. It was her dedication to attending the gym six days a week and her adherence to weightwatchers that was paying off. Her legs felt stronger, her body felt lighter, and she could finally really see a big difference in herself. The scale had told her that she was down only 15 pounds since the start of her diet, but at 180lbs Claire was encouraged by her progress. Her belly had notably shrunken in size, and her arms had trimmed up a little as well. Disappointingly, her lower body didn’t look much different, her thighs were still large, her hips were still wide, her butt was still very thick, but she could feel that she’d built some muscle underneath her womanly fat. She was making progress toward her goals, it was slow, but it felt good. Perking her head up from gazing at the sidewalk, Claire spotted her boyfriend exiting the little Pakistani restaurant that was just across the street from where she now stood on the porch of his apartment. With a smile and a wave, she caught Paul’s attention. He hurried to cross the street but had to pause briefly to let some traffic pass. As he made his way within speaking distance, Claire greeted him. “Perfect timing. Did you get it?” Claire asked, as Paul reached into his pocket. “One fresh pre-workout protein bar, as you requested.” Paul responded, as he handed Claire her ‘lunch,’ if she wanted to call it that. “Haha, thanks babe *Mwah!*” Claire planted a warm kiss on Paul’s cheek, as she accepted the protein bar. Seeing he had a wrapped-up hoagie in his other hand, Claire asked, “What’s that?” “I got a cheesesteak for dinner.” Paul shrugged. He would have preferred Claire eat with him, but he wanted to remain as supportive as possible. “Nice.” Claire muttered trying to resist the craving in the back of her mind. She wanted to ask Paul for a bite, but she knew she shouldn’t. She wanted to save her points for a proper dinner. “Sure you don’t wanna go the movies tonight?” Paul asked, while he used his key to open the front door for Claire. “Yes.” Claire responded, as Paul held the door open for her and she entered the apartment complex. She was already wearing her gym clothes and, while Paul liked the way they hugged her figure, it was a departure from the more feminine skirts and dresses that she typically wore around him. “But I already bought the tickets online.” Paul reminded her, while he watched Claire make her way to the steps. Even though Claire’s diet had been going strong for weeks, she still had such a cute rounded butt that Paul couldn’t resist eyeing while she began to sway its meaty glory side to side during each step she took up the stairs. “You should have told me that last night babe.” Claire frankly replied. She felt really bad about bailing on Paul’s movie night idea, but if he had told her about it last night she would have made it work. “I wanted to surprise you.” Paul explained in a sorrowful tone. “And it was really sweet, but I didn’t trim my tummy by being inconsistent with the gym. I need a good workout.” Claire sighed. Paul was pouring on the guilt and she did feel guilty she was putting the gym over what he wanted, but she’d given him all last night and that had caused her to miss her workout this morning. It sucked, but she’d feel even more guilty if she didn’t make it to the gym. “Last night wasn’t a good workout?” Paul questioned, as Claire stopped in her tracks once she got up to the first-floor landing and turned around. “Don’t go turning this around mister. I loved our ‘workout’ last night.” Claire enthused, while her eyes stared right into Paul’s with a flirtatious hint. “Then why don’t we just do another one of those ‘workouts’ after the movies?” Paul tried to compromise, as he reached her level. “Because those ‘workouts’ won’t help my ass fit into my prettiest dresses.” Claire reasoned, as she tilted her hips to the side and gave Paul a view of what she meant. Her hand glossed over the girth of her big butt, as she sent him a pouting expression, “Too much junk in my trunk.” “Umm, if you say so. I think you look hot.” Paul encouraged her with a little frisky pinch of her meaty behind. However, the momentary smile that his touch brought to her face quickly faded. She was self-conscious. He wanted to tell her that she would look better with a little more junk in her already full trunk. He wanted to proclaim that he preferred her belly when it was softer and rounder. He wanted to confess that she didn’t have to try and slim down to impress him, but he couldn’t find the words. What if she responded like Emma had? What if she responded worse than Emma had? She wanted was to be thinner again. So, despite his wishes, he tried to respect that, “But, I understand. Make sure you crush your workout.” “Aww! You’re the best.” Claire cheerfully hummed, as she planted a small kiss on Paul’s cheek, and they resumed their trek up the upstairs. That’s when Claire got an idea, “Wait, why don’t you take Emma to the movie with you?” “Umm, why?” Paul asked sounding particularly alert. “Because..” Claire hesitated, while she mused the best way to broach this issue. Thinking tactfully Claire hinted with a wink, “Well, the theater is a few blocks away and.. she looks like she could use the exercise.” “What?” Paul gulped pretending like he was oblivious to the expansion of Emma’s body. In truth her rather abrupt weight gain had him questioning to himself if it had anything to do with the “drawing incident” from a few weeks ago. It was hard not to fantasize about how big she was getting when he would see her practically every day in clothes that were rapidly becoming less able to contain her. “She’s put on a ton of weight. You haven’t noticed?” Claire tilted her head in disbelief, while she dropped the pretenses. “I don’t know.” Paul responded a bit nervously, as he realized he couldn’t play this dumb, “Umm, yeah I guess. Is it that much?” “It is a lot. She’s really looking chubby.” Claire exclaimed. She was taken aback Paul didn’t seem to share her worry for her sister or even the proclivity to really notice what had been going on with her. Deciding on the best course of action Claire instructed Paul, “Take her for a nice long walk and enjoy the movie with her. You already got the tickets.” “I mean, if you want me too.” Paul agreed trying to sound reluctant. He could tell Emma’s body was filling out her clothes more fully recently. He sensed with excitement that with every sloppy meal, Emma was thickening. In truth he had been curious to more closely inspect the changes to Emma’s frame, this might be his best chance. “I do. See if you can get her to snap out of whatever funk she’s got going on.” Claire urged Paul with a nudge to his shoulder, while he used his key to unlock the door to his third-floor apartment. “I’ll try.” Paul assured her, as he opened the door and was greeted by a clanking sound and then suddenly a loud.. *Buurrpp!!* “You better not be making a mess!” Claire hissed, as she surged in front of Paul and looked across the main room of his apartment to see Emma siting down at the kitchen table with her feet up on the chair beside her. Claire had been acting as her sister’s maid for the past few weeks and she was getting sick of it. However, Claire’s eyes widened when she got a good look of her sister and the monstrous amount of food she’d surrounded herself with. On the floor around Emma, there appeared to be a few crumbled-up pieces of foil and a large paper to-go bag from Scoops Ahoy. As her eyes made it to the table, Claire observed the odd assortment of food Emma had surrounded herself with. It was like she had no respect whatsoever for the decent rules of daily meals. Claire spotted a cheeseburger and fries next to some chocolate muffins and a tub of ice cream. There was a box of Golden Grams and a bunch of bananas next to a paper tray of greasy onion rings. There was even a bottle of milk next to a beer and a bottle of root beer! It looked like Emma had gathered everything the apartment had to offer for her impromptu feast. And then there was her sister, that grueling mixture of foods had made her veeeery bloated. Emma’s pampered stomach looked positively engorged with food. “I’ll clean it up! *Cough* What are you doing here?” Emma burst in surprise, as she tried to clear the back of her throat of the sizable amount of grease she’d just ingested. She’d been feasting for the better part of 40 minutes, feasting until her stomach’s expansion held her body captive in her chair. And then she’d feasted some more. She’d been in the eating zone. Her stuffing had captured her, overpowered her brain’s attempts at resistance. Her belly was bloating so nice and big. She was looking like such a fatty. Her imagination had toyed with the idea of what her co-workers would say if she’d entered work on Monday looking as she did now. She’d planned her whole night around being alone and delving into her fantasies, but now all was spoiled. Paul and Claire had crashed her party. She was a little pissed, but she knew she couldn’t let them know. “I left my sports bag here, once I get it, I’m going to the gym.” Claire explained, as she couldn’t hide the judgmental stare she was giving her sister. Even Paul’s calculating eyes widened at what he was seeing. “What about the movies? I thought you two were *burp* seeing that new marvel movie?” Emma spoke, as she stifled another belched in a flustered manner. One of her hands went to rub her ailing belly and try to alleviate some of the pronounced gurgling she was feeling within it, her other hand picked up a banana, dipped it into some of the melted ice cream beside her and chomped off a bite of it. “We had some miscommunication.” Paul butted in, as he ripped his eyes off of Emma stuffing her face long enough to force his legs to hurry toward his bedroom, before anyone could spot the urgent situation he had going on below his belt. While he mentally decided on switching to briefs instead of boxers to better contain his attraction to Emma’s habits, he called back to Claire, “I’ll get your bag.” “Thanks.” Claire smiled, as she watched Paul hurry out of sight. He was such a gentleman. Once he’d gone to his room and was safely out of earshot, she turned her attention to her big sister. Looking at Emma’s fully realized potbelly, Claire couldn’t prevent herself from exclaiming, “Wow.” “What?” Emma chirped innocently, as she tilted her head and broke the daze in her sister’s eyes. “Nothing.” Claire sighed, as she broke eye contact and shook her head. She certainly didn’t want to make her sister feel bad, but she was concerned for her. Maybe Emma’s mood had improved recently, but it had come at the cost of her figure. She’d gone from being depressed about her feelings to eating them. Was it right to bring up Emma’s weight right now? “Come on, say it.” Emma urged her, as Claire bit her lip. She didn’t want to hurt Emma’s feelings. Yet, she also didn’t want her sister to go on like this. Who knew when she’d get over her breakup? Emma could be significantly heavier by then if this reckless consumption was allowed to continue. In the corner of her eye, she could see Paul returning down the hallway with her sports bag. As he arrived next to her, Claire felt confident enough to voice her concerns in the most tactful way she thought possible. “You should eat healthier, sis...” Claire voiced, as she seemed to recoil. Hearing the words out loud somehow sounded much meaner than when Claire had toyed with them in her head a moment ago. Paul, for one, didn’t know what he’d walked into, but was entranced to see how Emma would respond. Part of him wanted to see Emma sweat under the pressure of Claire’s scrutiny. Another part of him craved for Claire’s words, and their subtext, to go over Emma’s head so that she might continue indulging and expanding for him to appreciate. “I am eating healthy, Claire-bear. Look at this, I’m eating a banana!” Emma enthusiastically responded, as the hand she had resting on her soft stuffed gut unconsciously squeezed the roll of fat emitting from the bottom of her shirt and her other hand successfully dunked her banana into her slightly melted tub of ice cream again before taking a defiantly large bite. Watching Emma’s display from the sidelines, Paul was happy he’d switched to briefs. The fact that Emma somehow seemed unaware of the additions her eating had made to her figure drove him crazy. If she was this ignorant to her expansion, she’d certainly get even bigger. “It is covered in ice-cream!!” Claire burst in frustration, as she couldn’t believe her sister was this dumb about food. Even though Claire didn’t always make healthy choices, she could still tell the difference between the nutritional benefits of a burger compared to a salad! “Oh, I bet you’re just jealous because you want some!” Emma teased, as she took another big bite of her dessert and reveled in its tasty flavor, while unconsciously stroking her bloated belly. “No..” Claire growled, as she tried to ignore her stomach’s protests. She’d have to eat that protein bar Paul bought her right away, because seeing her sister taunt her with ice cream was making her mouth water. Paul’s mouth was watering too, but for different reasons. He could see that Emma’s body had ‘found’ the belly that Claire’s had recently banished. Emma was a good bit shorter than Claire, he wondered just how quickly other parts of Emma might expand. That’s when his eyes guiltily peeped upward and tried to access if Emma’s large breasts had undergone any additions lately. He tried to keep his looks discreet, luckily Emma and Claire seemed too pre-occupied with each other to pay him any mind. “Come on, just have a bite! It’s so good!” Emma tempted Claire, as she took another bite of sugary banana into her eagerly awaiting mouth. The look of judgmental disgust from Claire was enough to get Emma feeling excited. How could Claire not notice how fat she was getting! She was her sister after all. Emma wondered if she could push her sister into calling her fat. So, in her sister’s silence, Emma continued to slobbishly stuff her face, despite the growing protests from her fully descended belly. Two stomachs or not, Emma had eaten more today in one sitting that she’d really ever attempted before. While her lust for food seemed to have no limit, her body’s ability to contain her gluttony was seeming to reach some semblance of a limit. Or was it just gas? “BURRPP!!” Paul almost flinched at what he was seeing. He could only imagine if this type of interaction was normal between the sisters back when they were growing up. However, judging from Claire’s face, Emma’s behavior was in fact something new. But what had brought this on? Emma had always acted like a bit of a pig when she ate, but now that she was starting to pork up like one, it was like she’d doubled down on her slobby behavior and had turned into a full-blown glutton for food. It was weird, but Paul was actually finding himself rooting for Emma, as she tempted Claire to join her. “Going once,” Emma barked, as she chomped the rest of her banana into oblivion. Tossing the now empty banana peel onto the mess he’d made on the floor, Emma grabbed the carton of melted ice cream and gleefully smelled it like she was about to drink it, “Going twice..” “I don’t want any!” Claire growled, as Emma grinned. “Your loss. My gain.” Emma purred, as she placed her lips on the side of the tub of ice cream and began loudly slurping the frosty treat down her throat. Claire gawked in disgust and envy, while Paul counted how many gulps Emma took to drain the container of its contents in appreciation. It was 8 gulps to be precise and probably hundreds of calories. Once Emma finished, it appeared she tried to burp, but nothing came out. Looking almost embarrassed, Emma muttered, “I’ve got more ice cream from work in the freezer sis. Sure you don’t want some?” “No Emma, I can’t spare the points. I went over last night. I had some boneless chicken wings with Paul.” Claire shamefully admitted, as she gave Paul a look. He’d been trying to be supportive, but he couldn’t help but tempt her now and again. At least he wasn’t as bad as Emma was being right now. “You mean chicken nuggets.” Emma argued, as Claire turned her head back to her big sister. “I’m not starting this again. They are not chicken nuggets.” Claire growled not wanting to get into the argument that never ended with her sister. They’d argued about this since they were kids. “If you say so.” Emma rolled her eyes, as she grabbed some salty French fries to eat in order to counteract the sweetness of the ice cream she’d just gulped down. As she munched on them, Emma muttered, “I can’t promise there will be any ice cream left when you get back. You might miss out!” “I’m going to the gym.” Claire announced, as she ignored Emma’s attempts to tempt her. Now that Emma was blimping out, did she think it was okay to try and drag her down too? “Good luck, be amazing. *Mwah!*” Paul surprised Claire with a kiss on the cheek that she eagerly returned to his lips with a bit of interest via her tongue. Already excited from watching Emma’s display, Paul escalated the simple goodbye ritual by smoothly resting his hands upon Claire’s hips and sneaking his one hand backward to Claire’s bottom for a little frisky pinch. Claire’s body flinched at his suggestive touch, and she broke off their kiss with a big horny smile. “I’ll see you.. later.” Claire sexily hinted, as she bit her lower lip and eyed up her man from head to toe. If she didn’t have to go to the gym, she’d take him back to his room and blow his mind right now. “Deal.” Paul grinned, as he watched Claire wiggle her butt for him while she left his apartment. Once the door closed, his attention was abruptly drawn to Emma’s voice. “Can you go a little easy on the PDA’s in front of me. She IS my sister.” Emma mentioned in an annoyed tone, as the pain in her swollen stomach grew more irritating. It was almost hard to watch how smitten her sister was with Paul. “Yeah, sorry. No problem.” Paul nodded, while he walked over to the table, “Mind if I join you?” “It’s a free country.” Emma replied, as she used the brief moment before Paul sat down to readjust her uniform’s shorts. She’d let the waistband drift downward as her stomach had bloated to free up more space for her fattening flesh, and to marvel at her relatively new muffin top. However, now that she was alone with Paul, the fact that her lower belly fat was visible from the gap between her shirt and her waistband had her uncomfortable. She knew what Paul liked, and her display was most definitely in his wheelhouse of attraction, but her stuffing had not been for him, it had been for her to explore. So, she sucked in her painfully full gut, as best she could, and managed to slide the tight waistband of her pants up her belly until it reached just below her belly button. Now that she wasn’t showing any skin around her middle, she felt a bit more comfortable in Paul’s presence, but her stomach certainly felt worse. The constricting tension the tight waistband caused across the meatiest portion of her belly was almost indescribable. She tried to hide the discomfort on her face, while she watched Paul sit down and put some big sub wrapped in foil on the table across from her. There always seemed like there was some tension between her and Paul whenever they talked. They’d certainly been getting along much better since the drawing incident, but still. It always felt hard to start a conversation with him. Getting an idea of how to break the ice, Emma asked, “Actually, can we talk?” “Umm.. Sure..” Paul responded, as Emma’s tone had him concerned. Her voice sounded sincere, but it was quite hard to distinguish from the more playful voice she used when she was causing trouble. He did his best to maintain eye contact despite his body yearning for another look at Emma’s belly. “I wanted to talk to you too, about your girlfriend.” Emma began, as Paul looked skeptical. “Claire?” Paul’s eyebrow raised, as he sensed Emma was fucking with him. “Yeah Claire-bear..” Emma continued, while she thoughtfully scratched under her softer looking chin, “She’s been staying over here a lot, hasn’t she?” “Yeah, I mean, we’re dating..” Paul mumbled not understanding what Emma’s point was. “Well, the lease agreement says we can only have ‘guests’ sleep over seven days out of the month. So..” Emma coyly delivered, as the hand scratching her chin dropped to her stomach, “I’m gonna have to report it to our landlord if she sleeps over again.” “Are you serious? She’s your sister!” Paul gasped, as he let the content of what Emma was saying override the sarcastic tone with which she was saying it. “Hahahaha, you should see the look on your face!!” Emma giggled, as she wrapped both hands around her uncomfortable belly and laughed a little harder. Laughing hurt, but she couldn’t help it, “Haha, I can’t believe you thought I was serious!” “Not funny.” Paul shrugged trying to downplay the fact Emma had suckered him like that. “It was pretty funny.” Emma disputed, as she watched Paul open up his large sub. The smell was heavenly, as it graced her nostrils. Though her belly could take no more food, she still wanted a taste. “So, how is the job treating you?” Paul asked hoping to change the topic. “It has got some nice benefits.” Emma admitted, as she grabbed four fries and lavishly lobbed them into her mouth. Her belly protested the excess volume of material she was filling it with, but she ignored those protests. The fries tasted good, and they were right in front of her. It was better to chew on food than elaborate to Paul the real benefits she was enjoying at her job. “But you’ve got a college degree. Couldn’t you make a lot more money if you worked somewhere else?” Paul questioned, as he tried to make sense of Emma’s choice. He really couldn’t figure out why Emma had sought out fast-food work. “I suppose I could. What are you trying to say?” Emma responded in a frank manner, as she tried to let out a burp, but once again, she just couldn’t seem to get the gas out. It was only adding to the discomfort in her greasy gut. “Why’d you pick a fast food place?” Paul wondered, as Emma seemed unintimidated by his question. “It makes me happy. I’m not going to waste another minute of my life behind a desk as a boring accountant.” Emma defiantly proclaimed, while she leaned back in her chair and a loud creaking sound wined from the wooden piece of furniture. Undaunted, she tried to lean backward even more to give her tummy more room to settle, while she grunted, “No more counting money. No more counting the seconds left till my shift ends. No more counting calories. No more counting anything.” “Fair enough. I can respect that.” Paul relented, as his mind couldn’t help, but repeat the bit about ‘not counting calories’ that Emma had just mentioned. Was that why she was gaining weight? She’d just gotten fed up with her old lifestyle? Or was this her coping poorly with being alone again? Why had she even mentioned not counting calories around him, she knew he liked that stuff. She was the only person who knew. Was she messing with him? Trying to prank him somehow?? Trying to drown out the echo in his head, Paul managed to say, “Umm.. Would you wanna go to the movies with me tonight? I have an extra ticket.” “I don’t need your pity invite. I’m not some backup plan for when your girlfriend bails on you.” Emma turned down Paul’s request quite resolutely, as she could feel the excess air in her belly rising upward, but she couldn’t seem to let a burp out. It was driving her crazy. Her stomach hurt, while she failed to burp yet again. “It’s not a pity invite.” Paul assured her, as he noticed a measure of discomfort on Emma’s face. Was she really offended he’d just invited her to the movies? Taking a bite of his cheesesteak, Paul tried to remain calm. However, while the discomfort on Emma’s face remained, he noticed something spark in her eyes while she watched him eat. “Okay. How about this? If you give me a bite of that sandwich you’ve got there, I’ll think about your offer.” Emma bargained. Her belly begged her to stop eating with another groan, but Emma just needed a taste. Watching Paul take a bite had sold her on it. She observed how he took a second to think over her proposal, and watched with glee, as he pushed his sandwich toward her. “It’s a cheesesteak.” Paul corrected, as he watched Emma grip it with both greedy hands. “Never had one.” Emma mused, as she took a rather large bite. Her cheeks were full as she chewed and her face lit up while Paul heard her hum in approval, “MhhH!” “Good right?” Paul smiled, as his eyes were drawn to the inflated look of Emma’s cheeks. In an instant, she heavily gulped down the totality of what had been in her mouth. Her expression shifted from joy to worry as she felt the cheesy meat dropping reluctantly down her throat and toward her protruding belly. “Ugh! So, good!” Emma gasped, as she felt she’d reached her stomach’s final limit. Anymore and she might burst. While she felt her stomach reluctantly expand to accommodate her latest morsel, Emma could hardly breath. Her uniform felt so tight, especially around her waist.. There was a lump in her throat.. Her hands went to inspect, but before they could reach their target.. “*BWARRP!!!*” Emma belched as loudly as Paul had ever heard her. However, her involuntary release of gas had another consequence. *Pop!* “Ahh!” Paul nearly cursed, as something tiny snapped against his forehead. It certainly wasn’t cupid’s arrow, it felt like a freaking bee sting! His hands investigated, as Emma noticed what had happened and began to blush. “Oh my gosh are you *Burp* okay??” Emma belched, as the pain in her stomach began to slowly subside. “What was that??” Paul wondered seeming a little dazed. “Umm.. I think my belly just broke my uniform..” Emma blushed, as Paul glanced at her exposed stomach and spotted the now unrestricted gut Emma was sporting. She’d popped her button! The realization caused his heart to pump faster. “Umm yeah. Looks like it.” Paul gulped trying to hide his desire to ogle Emma’s exposed belly. This was bad. Maybe briefs were not a good idea. They were feeling way too tight against him, seeing Emma’s exposed fuller figure really pushed his pleasure buttons. He couldn’t go to the movies like this. It wasn’t worth the risk of being blueballed. He felt guilty about it, but he might need to take care of himself, before he interacted with Emma any further, “I’m gonna lay down for a sec. Maybe it’s good we don’t go to the movies.” “Wait!” Emma called out, as Paul paused, “I’ll go to the movies with you tonight if you do me a favor..” “W-what favor?” Paul shakily responded, as his imagination suddenly became his worst enemy. It was playing a few ‘favors’ he could do for her in the background of his mind. “I kinda ruined that picture you drew me.. Would you mind drawing another for me? I promise I’ll take better care of it?” Emma innocently asked, as Paul’s mind burst completely on fire. He had so many questions, but only the tamest one made it to his lips. “What happened?” Paul wondered, as Emma shrugged. “I spilled coffee on it.” Emma lied, as Paul suspected her of dishonesty. One didn’t just spill coffee on something. He doubted she was using it as a coaster if she was asking for another one. That left the major question of why Emma wanted a new drawing, but Paul wasn’t brave enough to ask. “Umm, yeah I can draw you a new one.” Paul nodded without really thinking. “Right now?” Emma sweetly asked, as she did her best to sit upward, but her anchor of a belly made it difficult. “Sure. Same as the last one?” Paul asked trying to sound innocent in all this. “Yeah, exactly the same.” Emma warmly smiled, while a certain relief came over her. But then something else hit her. A wry curiosity. Letting the feeling take over, Emma corrected herself, “Actually.. Could draw me.. bigger?” “H-how much bigger?” Paul hesitantly asked, while trying not to show how much his imagination lusted for the challenge.

the 24/7 title scene from last night

I decided not to sell this video but it made me laugh so much at the ending that I made it a gif for everyone after eating donuts comfortably sitting on a mountain of stuffed bears.. I can no longer get up lol ❤️

What do you think? Any difference?

Here is a new picture of het. Does she looks bigger?

Some additional recent fotos