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  1. 18 points
    Goddess shar

    Give Me My Donuts!

    Can I have my donuts now?..NO! Not until you finish your dance routine! Shar doesn’t wanna be dressed like this. She doesn’t like when all her fat is on show because all her family and friends laugh and make fun of her, she gets so embarrassed by it. But you’ve promised her donuts after she completes a horrific dance routine you’ve made her do on camera for everyone to see. Shar tries her hardest to not look fat and stupid, she wants for you to stop watching her.. she just wants her donuts you promised her! Shar thinks it’s all over.. but it’s not.. you play another song and she’s made to dance more! By this time, Shar has had enough! She starts to scream and tantrum for her donuts.. she throws her entire body on the floor, begging and chanting for her donuts you promised her. Shar finally gets her way and is rewarded with donuts AND cream! Seeee i knew you would give in to me GS X x

    $14.99

  2. 14 points
    Good Morning. So, far I’ve had a bowl of cereal, two sandwiches, a full bag of chips, 1000mL of soda, 3 cupcakes, and 4 brownies....I’m starving!
  3. 8 points
    Haven’t stuffed in a while so definitely went wild with the McDonald’s today. Belly rubs are required.
  4. 6 points
    vilecoyote

    Diana Sirokai

  5. 6 points
    Have a great Saturday 😉
  6. 4 points
    John Smith

    Lizzo

  7. 4 points
    ChubbyGomez

    Camila Cabello

    Her ass look very nice 😍
  8. 3 points
    zisdeadbaby

    Zara Phillips

  9. 3 points
    Its been awhile since I've teased you with my perfect, superior, deep belly button! A perfect belly button on the perfect Goddess and you want more than anything to be owned by it, don't you? Submit to my perfect, superior, deep belly button on the perfect, superior Goddess! Lol. You are so pathetic..but go ahead, give up everything to stroke and cum for this belly button but NO cumming until I say..you're going to earn that.

    $12.99

  10. 3 points
    Luv4pears

    Carol Vorderman

    Her ass is so nice and big, you could see it from the front. Need to zoom...
  11. 2 points
    A lot of clothes are just that little bit too small for me now... well, a lot too small! Trying them on just reminds me of how curvy I’ve become and I absolutely love it!

    $4.81

  12. 2 points
    Gusto

    Big Brother weight gain

    SPOILERS | | | Can't wait for tonight's episode!! Jess sipping chocolate milk from a champagne glass
  13. 2 points
    On my way back from vacation! I finally have internet access again and am ready to go to the grocery store and eat SO much food 🤗
  14. 2 points
    John Smith

    Lizzo

  15. 2 points
    Join me as i cook a HUGE taco omelet for breakfest. I stuff myself and eat the entire thing.

    $5.00

  16. 2 points
    Cute Fat Asian Girl struggling to put her old jeans and she’s not willing to give up!

    $8.99

  17. 2 points
    https://curvage.org/forum/index.php?/files/file/3037-nerdy-chubby-chick-stuffs-her-face-and-then-plays-video-games/ check out out my new video I stuff my face and play video games
  18. 2 points
    Love my soft belly ❤️
  19. 2 points
    NikeLove1986

    Hayley Mcqueen

    Just waiting...
  20. 2 points
    GoodNight! Thanks for always being here for me. I am hopeful to have a double upload tomorrow Tell me you love me and thank Walmart that a 24 pack of cupcakes is only $13!!!
  21. 2 points
    Movies & snacks on this rainy evening 😍
  22. 2 points
  23. 1 point
    Tried on an old outfit i would typically wear out with my friends but ohh no! How did i get so big? My belly is spilling out of my shorts and my shirt doesn't cover anything at all, i can't go out in this. Piggy is getting fat so fast. *Talking

    $9.99

  24. 1 point
    Your feedee girlfriend stuffed herself so silly that she tore her pants in front of the entire restaurant, including her two best friends! Of course she just couldn't help herself from binging on all the delicious greasy food, after all you've trained her to clear her entire plate, and then some 😏 Listen to her describe her struggle to get in and out out of the booth, huff and puff around the restaurant, and disgust and shock all the other dinners with her gluttony. She gives you a little closeup of her growing belly before giggling and begging you to come feed (in more ways than one). 🐷🐷🐷🐷🐷🐷🐷🐷🐷🐷 Leave a review on this video and get any of one my previous feedee girlfriend experience videos free! You can choose from any of the following videos: https://curvage.org/forum/index.php?/files/file/2999-your-fat-girlfriends-feedee-fantasy/ https://curvage.org/forum/index.php?/files/file/2875-what-your-feedee-girlfriends-family-says/ https://curvage.org/forum/index.php?/files/file/2856-feedee-girlfriends-ice-cream-chug-challenge/ https://curvage.org/forum/index.php?/files/file/2817-feedee-girlfriends-ice-cream-date/ https://curvage.org/forum/index.php?/files/file/2804-feedee-girlfriends-doctors-visit/ https://curvage.org/forum/index.php?/files/file/2650-a-message-from-your-fat-hungry-girlfriend/ Please DM proof of purchase with video choice! Delivery of second video will be within 24 hours. Promo expires Aug 31, 2019

    $8.99

  25. 1 point
    My feedee dreams have come true and I am dating an amazing feeder who loves to keep me fat and happy. He always makes sure that I eat more and stay growing for us. When I miss him, I eat even MORE to cope with it. This relationship is making me fucking FAT. Watch me riding my hot, fit boyfriend…crushing him with my enormous fat body that I’ve grown for you all this year. It sure does feel very different being ontop of someone at this size than it used to when I was skinny. I love pinning him down with all my weight. He rubs, jiggles, pats, and slaps my full fat belly. Listen to me giggle and moan as it turns me on…. I love being fat for all of you. If you guys like this, there will be much more feedee/feeder content to come! ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Gif & preview have large watermark, video does not. All Rights Reserved. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Customer Challenge - FREE Video Giveaway My favorite review of this video will receive my next video FREE! Let your creativity shine ❤️ Promotion resets after next video is uploaded. Congrats @shmedly45 and @Kool3deaf - loved your reviews on my last clip, so you get this one for free!

    $4.99

  26. 1 point
    Watch this Sweet Fatty Lady eat her Massive Ice Cream Cake and weigh herself after🤩🤩🤩😍
  27. 1 point
    Luna Hellborn

    throwback ❤️

    throwback ❤️
  28. 1 point
    extra_m13

    Give Me My Donuts!

    i will give all the donuts in the world and more my dear, you are looking very hot these days ! thanks for sharing
  29. 1 point
    Celebmorpher

    Hayley Kiyoko

    I always thought about making a thread, tbh if you go looking she hides it well and only notable in promotional stuff at times.
  30. 1 point
    Antpant

    Barbie got Fat

    The sexiest Barbie Ive ever seen
  31. 1 point
    Love how fat she is getting she's out of control now !!
  32. 1 point
    youre doing great
  33. 1 point
    My boyfriend refuses to let me play with the playstation. It's my turn now! Who does he think he is? No one can bully me! I ask him with good manners to give me the joypad, but when he refuses and he slaps me in the ass to make fun of me.. I get angry and I decide to be serious! I jump on him with all my weight and finally I can play with the playstation, while he tries to escape from under me. I am the fat bully in this house!

    $3.99

  34. 1 point
    Batman76

    The Mystery

    Chapter two: The One Who Made It, Big. Two weeks later... A vacation in France always leaves one feeling relaxed. This holds true even if you've had to monitor a group of graduating seniors mostly intent on making out with each other through various historical sights they don't care that much about. But she'd held it together throughout the whole trip, even when she'd found the one smart cheer leader and the one buff math club geek naked in the hotel pool she'd held it together and gotten them all home and non-pregnant. The very last kid had just been picked up at the airport, which meant that Sarah could at last go home. Until she got a small buzz on her cell. 'Crap' her husband texted and as she tapped in a response he repeated, 'flat tires.' 'What!?' she asked too quickly, 'use spares.' 'Three tires are full of nails, fuck,' he texted back, 'on side of the road. Calling tow truck. fuck. I'm sorry. I want to see you.' 'Fuck.' she typed in, 'I'll take a taxi or uber I guess...' "Fucking Masturbator!' someone yelled out loud in the airport before she could get a response. It wasn't a usual thing to hear in an airport, so Sarah knew it had to be aimed at her even before she recognized who it belonged to. She cringed on the inside, taking a deep breath and turning as she was near tackled by Jessica Milgrave. The strength wasn't a surprise, Jessica had been pound for pound the best athlete Witchcove had ever spawned, half the cross country and track records on the moldy banners in the gym were from her, although its degree was. Before her husband had let himself go to seed he'd been extremely buff, enough to curl her at a college party, but this was like being squeezed in an industrial vice that held her and her bags two feet off the ground for half a minute without trembling. A squishy vice. 'Oh shit you look exactly the same!' Jessica laughed, putting her down finally, 'and here I'd thought you'd had a kid. Holy crap its like looking at a time portal!' 'Thanks,' Sarah gasped, looking at her best friend for years, 'you look...' Immense. Corpulent. Rotund. Pleasantly plump. Noticably overfed. A parody of yourself. Fat as a tick. 'great,' Sarah said and the worst part was it wasn't even a lie. Jessica Milgrave looked great. Jessica Milgrave would always look great. If you didn't believe that, look at Jessica Milgrave who'd put on a hundred and twenty pounds and still looked great. 'Thanks! Quite the change from High School, huh?' the other runner laughed. At least five men and one woman checked Jessica out as she bounced. None had an ounce of disgust in their faces. 'Uh, yeah but you look...just amazing,' Sarah managed to get out. Several things about valedictorian, record setting athlete, genius financier, super model Jessica hadn't changed. One was the smoothly tan skin inherited from a Phillipina mother her dad had brought back from a stint in the Navy, looking as soft and uncreased as it ever had when Sarah had started to the hint of crows feet. The other was the almost sparkling jet black hair that bounced and curled and waved all the way down to her back to her hips, the hair of a woman who didn't need to get a fussy toddler in the car by 7:00 every morning. Then there was her height, a staggering 5'11 passed down from generations of gigantic Norwegians that had made Sarah feel like a midget since middle school. The eyes of course, sparklingly cold blues that looked like they'd weighed and measured her a hundred times per glance, were the same and her teeth, dazzlingly white and neither too large nor too small behind full pink lips. 'I know!' Jessica said in a way that no human being, especially a human being who'd gained forty pounds a year three years in a row would say, 'I'm so glad to see you though! I thought you'd stayed here, why are you at the air port? I would have asked you to pick me up but I didn't want to impose on you.' Impose. Jessica Milgrave didn't impose on anyone. Jessica arrived and people would throw themselves in the street before her to spare her shoes. 'Just finishing up a long field trip,' Sarah went on, trying not to stare at the cavernous depths of Jessica's cleavage and feeling her IQ drop around it even though she was straight as an arrow, 'my husband is supposed to pick me up but had a flat and...' 'Holy crap I should drive you home!' Jessica crewed, 'I haven't gotten to speak to you since your wedding and I never got to meet your baby!' The wedding. The wedding that had taken place two weeks after Jessica's first SI cover had been released and every single eye had been on her. The wedding when her stupid prick of a husband had kept looking over at the taller, slimmer, bustier woman Sarah had been dumb enough to make a bridesmaid...well, that had changed at least. Well, one third of that had changed. 'I, you know what sure,' Sarah agreed, 'let's do it.' People looked at Jessica when she went down the regional airport. People always looked at Jessica, but that it hadn't changed was weird. It should have changed, if Sarah had doubled in size she knew she wouldn't get a second glance but everyone they passed undressed the model with their eyes. God it wasn't fair! Half way through the air port a little alarm on Jess' smart watch beeped and she said it was time for her to get some protein, resulting in her ordering a six inch meat lovers from a subway kiosk. That a super model could make eating a sand wich look erotic wasn't surprising, but that a 240lb woman could shot gun it and leave people drooling was an insult. She was wearing a sky blue skirt and top combo that looked painted on and Sarah felt herself feel jealous of the giant ass bouncing in front of her, because despite all that fat Jessica still easily out paced her. How could she have done this to herself? And how come it hadn't mattered? That Jessica's body had been enviable was an understatement. All that running meant perfect athleticism, she'd been honed, muscle from head to toe without a stretchmark or cellulite patch but had somehow been able to not look bulky, mannish or ungraceful. Her height should have made her look ungainly but instead it just made her seem extra graceful. Unlike Sarah Jessica had had abs as a birth right, a rock hard six pack during peak season and a firm two pack during the rest of the year. She'd maintained the two pack for most of her conventional modeling career, so logically she'd been unable to get a six pack up to snuff during shoots and runways, right? Maybe she'd only been firm during the rest of the year, bu Sarah was certain that Jessica had never struggled with her weight at any point. Even seeing her in front of her, a massive giant of a woman, Sarah couldn't believe she was fat. The whole thought was besides the point, because instead of abs she had a bulging, smooth belly hanging out loud and proud to see. It didn't ooze or wobble, but it had a hypnotizing bounce synced to her heeled steps. Her skirt let it all hang out, a delicious feast both soft and firm. The love handles that poured over it looked tantalizing, how could love handles look sexy? How could you go from a 24 inch six pack to a 39 inch pot belly and just show it off? All of her was impressive, had always been impressive. No one who exercised that much should have had breasts but it seemed that the D cups Jessica had grown, which hadn't slowed her an iota, had been her basement in size. Sarah had watched them grow cup size by cup size over her modeling career from magazine covers and swimsuit ads, into DDs during her first Victoria's Secret catwalk show and then Es during her sports illustrated rookie year until finally at twenty five during her last shoot as a non-plus sized model with the weight voluntarily starting to stick to her barely size eight frame as jaw dropping Fs. They hadn't grown quite as big as the rest of her, it was almost like they had a head start and the rest were catching up. But they were still immense, certainly Gs who's firmness defied belief. She was wearing a bra of course but the way they sat in it said they were just as perky as ever, certainly perkier than Sarah who'd breastfed. Her ass seemed to bounce as they went along, slowly forcing the tight dress up and up, away from her shapely meaty thighs, higher and higher over the inflated heart of her smooth buttocks. She tugged it down occasionally without missing a beat, perfectly used to this. Jessica had always had a big ass but before it had been rock hard and firm, now it was a gigantic valentines day pillow. And Sarah was sure that if she lifted up that skirt, there wouldn't be one stretch mark on it, not one dot of cellulite. The thighs, the thighs that had won piles of gold long distance medals, were smooth and firm. They didn't slap or wobble and she didn't waddle, instead she rasped. Each long confident step had the faint rasp of underwear being slid tantalizingly off or jeans being pulled down. It was like a mantra promising complete sexual bliss, punctuated with a click of stilleto heels worth as much as Sarah's car. 'So how's Witchcove?' Jessica asked, turning in exactly the way she would for a magazine shoot and making a tantalizing crease of side fat form on her side. 'Same old same old,' Sarah made herself smile, 'chill in the winter, warm in the summer. How is...where do you live?' 'Oh here and there. NYC, LA, Hawaii, I like Seattle though, nice and damp,' the model laughed, the same deep honest laugh as always but now it became a sort of all over bounce from cherubic cheeks to FUPA, 'my boyfriend has a restaraunt chain there. It's to die for...' Jessica went along on a diatribe of all the different kinds of deserts for sale there which was...normal for a woman of her size but weird for Jessica. Jessica was a health nut, from when she put the entire unwilling team on a diet the first year they won state to the interviews she still gave with muscle and fitness as a professional model. To hear her gush about desert was like hearing a devout Jew describe bacon sandwiches and pork ribs. And worst of all were the looks. People watched Jessica, people drank in Jessica, people adored Jessica. Jessica with her thick thighs rasping and bountiful tummy fat starting to bisect over her skirt. Jessica with her full on double chin. Jessica with hips wide than a cow that bumped into people as she sashayed, the world her run way. Jessica with her head sized tits surging like dolphins cutting the waves! And nobody looked at Sarah. Sarah who'd stayed rail thin. Sarah who watched what she ate. Sarah who could fit into her clothes from college easily and high school with a bit of pinch and was wearing tight yet comfortable leggings that showed off her legs and wasn't getting a side glance. This wasn't fair! Eventually they reached the car kiosks, where Jessica looking fresh as a daisy despite combination dragging/carrying at least 90 pounds of luggage signed on for the most expensive Tesla in the lot and said, 'oh I wish I could stay forever, but I'm shooting my next SI cover in August and then a big shoot for victoria's secret after that...' 'Victoria's secret doesn't have a plus size division,' Sarah said unthinkingly. There. She'd said it, out loud to the world. Surely now everyone would realize that Jessica Milgrave wasn't perfect anymore, that the world's sexiest woman had blimped up! Soon everyone would snap out of it and the adoration wold turn to jeers and ... 'Big secret don't tell anyone,' her friend winked, 'they needed to push up sales so they're going up to size twenty six and getting rid of weight limits on their angels. They're a lot easier to work with now a days.' Everyone still stared. Of course they did, everyone knew Jessica Milgrave was...big. She'd announced her attention to go plus size in an interview with Conan casually, gracefully and with her abs on full display in dress that should have been illegal. 'What's your plan for the next Sports Illustrated cover?' the comedian had asked, 'the moon?' 'Maybe, but I don't plan on doing another until I gain a hundred pounds,' she'd smiled and the crowd had laughed and SI had said they'd happily shoot her at any weight. But a lot of food pictures had popped up in her instagram and her agent's size chart changed and picture by picture she'd blown up and it hadn't been a joke and everyone loved it. 'It was bold and breathtaking', Variety said, 'a way to show that you can be healthy and happy at any size' Vogue opined, 'a true blow for women's self confidence and beauty' Cosmo, 'Fuck, I think I like fat chicks now' someone on reddit posted when her next Maxim cover with sixty new pounds was posted. She got fatter and fatter. Hollywood called and asked her to play a superhero. She agreed only if the comic version was modified too. Sales skyrocketed. Everyone was fucking thrilled she was fat! Once the bags were loaded into the back of the car and the seat adjusted for Jessica's height, they were off. Sarah talked, she talked about France and her husband and her baby and her school and it all sounded so fucking boring. Jessica hadn't even talked about beaches and fucking professional athletes and oscar winning actors but her deserts were more interesting! 'Oh it all sounds so wonderful,' Jessica smiled and for the first time Sarah noticed how her left hand, her full soft hand, bore a diamond worth more than her house and that resting in her boobs was a sapphire necklace worth each of her neighbor's houses too. Holy crap, how rich was she? Another thing to be jealous for... 'Hey, are those police cars ahead of us?' Jessica asked.
  35. 1 point
    zachi

    Kayla Jane

  36. 1 point
    Gusto

    Emma Haggstrom

  37. 1 point
    vilecoyote

    Hunter McGrady

  38. 1 point
    Batman76

    Crossroads

    Oh yeah, I plan on playing up that angle as much as I can... I spent the next couple weeks over eating, doubly ruining Amanda's figure and it taught me a few things. For one, when I want to eat I eat. I've always liked to feast, to binge and to gorge. I didn't serve as Ruben's muse because I like aerobics and salads after all. But I tested my olympian body to its limits in the next days. That fear roiling off the now pudgy sophmore was delicious, better than ambrosia ever could be and twice as empowering as outright prayer. That had to be how Zeus felt when he punted a storm onto some village or Athena did when some nerd working for her split the atom. I needed to feel it again, to feel the fat go off me and fear come to me but for that I needed to ditch the svelte thighs and flat waist I'd taken. So I set to eating, not for fun which just made me chubby but like my life depended on it. I woke up well before dawn and went from McDonalds to McDonalds ordering bags worth of sausage, egg and cheese sandwiches and pancakes, with gallons of soda to top it off. I drank and guzzled and gorged until my sloshing, fast food bulging stomach touched the wheel of my Ferrahri. I'd burn a little power then and make it rapidly digest so I could drive back, getting out with thicker thighs and a softer chin than I had gotten into the car with, my stomach bearing only the fat deposited on it and ravenously hungry. Which coincidentally was when the Pizza places opened up for delivery. The cars were on a damn carousel, every pizza place within twenty five miles constantly delivering to me until midnight. I'd gorge, speed digest and then get up to get the next in a nighty and a few times I got lucky while I was still firm looking. My natural form is about 5'10 and the boxes towered over me at the end of the delivery night, when I switched over to chips and candy until dawn. The second thing was that I'm lazy. Really lazy. I knew that, I'd gotten a disinclination to work out strong enough that ripping though three one pieces on baywatch hadn't persuaded me to do something as strenuous as taking a walk. Sex is the only time I prefer to sweat, so I was getting frustrated at having to get up and answer the damn door. Is it so much to want to sit on my ass and have people hand feed me all day? Back in the ancient times I'd have had slaves and servants to wait on me hand and foot, fanning me and feeding me. It was a luxury I had taken for granted, sure AC and dishwashers are great but your own personal humans? No wonder I was around 200 pounds until that damn Alexander had instituted fitness regimes in his empire. Well, he got what had been coming to him. Two weeks in I decided I needed to get a cult and boobs at the same time. Big ones weren't always in. When the family was being worshipped young maidens were supposed to be androgynously thin, barely having anything up top. Even young matrons, who were expected to show a few pounds to depict how they could laze about, were expected to have handfuls at most. My natural body still clung to that old ideal, even though big had been in for fifty years at that point, more if you discount the flat chested flapper hellscape of the twenties. The tatas I'd stolen from Anderson had gone over to the pizza girl unfortunately and all my feasting hadn't changed where I gained. All those calories had stuck fast to me, covering up Amanda's hard won and fairly stolen muscle with softness. I looked myself over naked, taking in my soft, shapely legs that didn't have any visible strength to them and brushed gently at the top. That flat butt had turned into a wobbly bubble, I could pinch it and feel not a trace of muscle and slap it and see it jiggle. The days of being able to bounce a coin off it were long over and they hung out of my thong underwear. My hips had rounded out into child bearers, the barbarians of the ancient world would have fought over me to be their queens but in 2000 round hips weren't quite in yet. I had a little pot belly squishing around a previously flat waist, the same chunk that had rolled over my swim suits on baywatch and I could pinch it pretty well too. All those sit ups Amanda had done weren't completely wasted, the muscle was only some what atrophied beneath it, but I'd gotten back to my old size pretty clearly, if not bigger. Apart from baggy sweats, the only thing I had that fit me were a pair of size ten, extra short jean cut offs that I'd gotten for fat pants a month earlier. I had to squeeze the damn things over my thighs and my ass poured out of the bottom once I'd shoe horned my cheeks into them. There was a definite muffin top over them too and I grinned, satisfied at myself for having regained that so quickly. I sucked in my gut as deeply as I could to button it and coudln't get it done, I had to lay flat on my back on my bed and just barely got the button into the slit. When I sat up it felt like being stabbed. I was three meals away from bursting out of this thing, I was likely moving out of a 12 and into a fourteen. 2019 would call my figure thick, 2000 would call me chunky. My boobs though...I was still pretty flat. Nothing wrong with a B cup but when I pack on forty pounds I expect a bit of bounce upstairs. But they remained small, pert tear drops that wouldn't hope to fit any of my bras after I'd spent years as a DD. Frowning, I threw a tank top over them, that didn't cover my muffin top, and set out to get myself stacked, pausing only to change my face around, softening up the hard edges I have and changing the yellow eyes to blue while the hair went blonde. I had a destination in mind for my next involuntary worshiper and gunned it to the mall, trying to ignore all of the fast food icons beckoning me. I was hungry damn it and had to promise myself an even bigger binge when I was done. It was torture driving by them but the jeans wouldn't take a single egg mcmuffin twelve pack or a gallon of coke. Walking in from the parking lot was a weird experience, I had all of Amanda's only somewhat degraded muscle easily carrying me but my plump body jiggled about in a very arousing way as I went in. Given how I was almost naked I got a lot of stares and the occasional whisper, I was at least six sizes above mainstream at the moment although more than a few were appreciative. My unique blend of soft and hard was more than arousing and I didn't need to be able to read minds to tell that. I sashayed past the plus size stores. Back then they were pretty shit even though plenty of once thin women were finding themselves needing it as the obesity epidemic picked up steam. No, I was going into the strong hold of skinny: Vicoria's Secret itself. Such a stupid name. Queen Victoria was a fat ass from age twenty and never even wore underwear to start off with. If it was modeled after her, all the models would have four kids and weigh three hundred pounds. I was removed from my historical meandering by a small cough as I passed from the way too skinny mannequins by Jacky. 'I'm not sure if we have anything that will fit you,' Jacky said sternly, face almost deigning to go into a frown. Jacky was the store's manager, about twenty four and a damn knock out brunette. She was my height but her ripped physique, born of endless runs and sit ups and gym sessions, was born purely out of hard work and good genetics. Those genetics were good enough that despite her slim body type she had a pair of entirely natural 36 Ds curving from her chest, ones she used to make excellent side money as a stripper. I'd noticed her when shopping a few weeks ago when I was a new size eight with new E cups and marked her as an immediate source of boobage should the worse happen. Although that wasn't the only thing that marked her for me. 'Oh, I'm just buying a bra,' I said, tapping my small chest, 'Could I get a fitting?' 'If you must,' the svelte woman sighed disdainfully. Jacky's face didn't so much as twitch but her thoughts started bouncing around at the thought of seeing me without a shirt. The woman had a boyfriend but deep down was not only gay as they came but a chubby chaser exemplar, rare as unicorns after Atlantis sank. I'd noticed the horniness with my powers when I'd first come in and been right on the edge of VS' size range. All she could think about was fattening me up, about how my tummy had started too pooch over my blue jeans and my chin was doubling when I looked down. Me now, full on chubby even if I didn't have the previous version's huge tatas? She was in heaven as we went into the private room and the door closed. 'I'm happy I can get measured,' I confessed as I dropped the shirt. 'Oh?' she said, more and more of her brain focusing on my love handles and tummy, '34 B.' 'Only that? I've been eating like a piglet lately, I've never been this soft and curvy,' I said, walking closer and closer, raising my arms so she could measure, 'do you think I'm getting fat?' 'M-mmaybe a little,' the busty FA said, starting to measure me. 'Oh good, I've always wanted to get heavy,' I laid it on, rubbing my new paunch, 'I want this so big I can't see my feet...I want hips so round I can't go through a door...can you imagine me that big?' Jacky was losing the capacity for speech as my soft stomach pressed against her hard one, her heavy boobs overwhelming mine in a yin/yang of female flesh. 'I want to be so big I can't even get up,' I whispered in her ear, 'but I'd need help to manage that...could you help me with that Jacky? Can you make me immobile?' 'Y-yyyy-yyeah,' she stammered. I was turning on the power in full force now, a goddess' pheramones pouring off of me, demanding love and devotion. Jacky was dumb as a rock in that moment, too horny to actually speak English but still understanding my voice. 'But I need a sacrifice Jacky, if you're to be my servant,' I whispered. 'Wwwwhhhaa,' she muttered, nearly soaking through her pants. 'I need your tits, how can I be a goddess of curves without tits?' I asked, 'will you give me your tits?' She nodded, lifting up her shirt as I ripped off the bra and saw the incredibly pert Ds she sported. Smiling, I pressed my own to them and felt the warm rush of transfer, greedily sucking down everything she had to offer. I stepped back, seeing her tiny, barely A cup mosquito bites sitting atop her pecs and smiled as I hefted my own F cup giants. Already they were pulling on my shoulders and promising back pain. 'Go get all the F cups you can find and carry them out with me Jacky,' I told her as she started coming out of it. 'What...you bitch what did you do to me?' the now flat chested brunette fumed, staring down at her now spectacular lack of cleavage. 'Do? You gave them over fair and square to become my servant,' I giggled, snapping a finger and making an X shaped tattoo appear on her navel, my crossroads. 'Servant? Servant?" she demanded, getting angry, 'I'm calling the cops!' 'And saying what? That someone stole your boobs?" I laughed, the power of her hate and fear delicious, 'No, you'll come with me little chubby chaser.' That stopped her dead in her tracks, 'I'm not...I'm not a chubby chaser...' 'You've been thinking about how long you can hold your breath between my thighs since you saw me,' I taunted, eyes flashing yellow 'now, go get all the F cups. Your goddess Hectate needs support.' She tried to fight it but after a moment she was gone and soon back with an arm load of bras. Soon I was strutting out, happily supported again with Jacky following me, bearing four bags of bras and swimsuits and having just quit her job. She was angry and confused and couldn't tear her eyes from my soft thighs rubbing together or how my ass hung from my shorts. 'How are you doing this?' she asked, fear in her voice as I settled into a seat at the food court. 'I told you, don't your schools teach anything?' I said, 'I'm the goddess Hectate, lady of fear and witch craft and revenge. I've decided to pork up and you have the fortune to be my servant.' 'But Gods and goddesses those aren't real....,' she scrambled, 'and and...servant?' 'Of course I'm real, your tits didn't vanish by themselves and don't worry, I pay well. Better than a retail manager job does. A hundred thousand a year for three years of service, with magical lessons on top of it and at the end you can have your tits back. Its time there were more witches,' I promised, 'now, what do you want me to eat first?' 'Magic? Witches?' she asked in alarm, over her head so far it was funny, to me at least, 'and what do you mean eating?' 'I'm going to get fat, you'll get to live out your fantasy. Right now I'm in a size twelve and I never want to be in a size twelve again,' I smiled, 'think on it Jacky, you'll be fattening up a buxom blonde into immobility. And not just me, I'm going to be making woman after woman eat their words. And not just random women on the street either: A list actresses, super models, elite personal trainers. It'll be a smorgasbord and you'll be in on the ground floor. Now, pick what meal you want me to eat first, I have quite the appetite.' Jacky's eyes rotated wildly. She was desperate and afraid and confused and impossibly horny. I had taken her prized possessions but was offering her her deepest desires too. Everything she'd ever wanted and more.... 'That Chinese place, Chairman Wows,' she decided, 'one of my employees gained fifteen pounds in their first two months, I had to fire her.' 'Ohhh, must have been hard to see a chubster go,' I smiled, 'what am I having?' 'All the general tsos and crab rangoon they've got,' she promised, '...Goddess.' It was the start of a beautiful relationship.
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    apocalypse666

    Hunter McGrady

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    Tho11899

    Anymore of this one ?

    I found this two pics from two different threads of this girl, so does anyone have more photos about her ? Who is she ?
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    HBN 1017

    Chiquis Rivera

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    apocalypse666

    Hunter McGrady

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    apocalypse666

    Hunter McGrady

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    HBN 1017

    Chiquis Rivera

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    Version 1.0.0

    Gigi is invited out with some friends, but she has one problem in the last couple weeks she has put on a lot of weight. Watch as she tries to squeeze into pants to wear on her night out. Throughout she can’t help but snack on marshmallows and soda. She even breaks the zipper on one of her shorts. 😊

    $5.99

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    zisdeadbaby

    Zara Phillips

    At the beach in Australia. January 2019. Many speculating that she may be pregnant
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