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Hi Curvage community! I just joined the other day and love all the belly love around here. I've just started my belly journey and have gotten addicted to the feeling. A year ago i would have NEVER posted any pictures like this anywhere or have even taken pics with any sign of a belly showing. I feel more confident and more sexy than i ever did when i was "skinny" I can't wait to show you more of my progress Not my skinniest point but just a few months ago compared to today

I already posted this to the board but thought i'd also share in this thread, another before and after comparison of me in an old swim suit. I've really "filled out"

Quick question: Would you guys be interested in an Instagram where I post outfits pictures/selfies? 😊

Stuffed myself with a burrito and then did a soda bloat last night

Before: after: surprised more people haven't talked about her gain it's pretty dramatic

Hey everyone!! I'm Celeste Luna, I'm in my 20s, I love showing off my chubby belly and eating all the delicious food that I can!! I'm so happy that I found this community where I can truly be myself and be around people who love it! I'm a pinup girl but I'm also a low maintenance kind of gal too.

https://forum.phun.org/threads/hilary-duff-out-in-studio-city-8-3-19.2954310/

I'm 5'5 and 160.5 lbs, i weighed myself yesterday

tbh, i'm very conflicted about the whole thing. some days, i feel so resolute- i'm going back to the gym. i'm losing this weight. i'm not getting fat, not for my boyfriend or the internet or anyone else. i'll have a few good days of small meals and veggie sticks for snacks. but you'd be surprised how easily one big, greasy meal can disrupt that conviction. and you'd be surprised how easily those big meals are to come by. they're put right in front of me by the person who cares for me. and it feels so good to be cared for. i like the way chub looks, my little back rolls that seem to be increasing in number lately, and just the simple pleasure of eating.

Her ass look very nice 😍

Chapter 3: The ones who were trapped, outside 'What the hell kind of Super Trooper shit is this?' Jessica asked as her luxury rental slowed to a halt, 'This never happened while I lived here...' It was twenty miles from the interstate exit into Witchcove itself. Usually the drive from the airport to there should only have taken as many minutes, the town barely enforced the speed limit, but this morning it was clearly going to take hours. The women were at least a mile from the exit and every inch of it was covered in stopped vehicles and red tail lights. Police cars, lights flashing were parked at measured intervals. Uniformed high way patrol were walking up and down the long line of cars, waving people forwards. A bit down the line a sign had been set up, yellow lights blinking 'Police Checkpoint, have IDs ready. Do not turn around. Violators will be prosecuted. Roads closed save for local traffic.' 'This has never happened while I've lived here either,' Sarah told her, taking her wallet out of her purse. Inside she saw her phone, her husband texting her saying 'You there? Finally got tires but cops closed exit? Hello? Call me?' She sighed and texted him back 'got a ride, stuck in traffic on opposite end. See you at home.' 'Your husband worrying about you?' Jessica asked, taking a selfie of herself. 'Yeah, seemed really worried, ' Sarah grunted as the phone buzzed again. 'Partner called in. Needs me to go to Boston office for rest of week. Sorry,' it read, just as Jessica's watch let out a beep. 'Ugh, he didn't even ask...' She muttered as she heard the sound of a wrapper tearing. Jessica's white teeth were biting through a large bar of some weird meaty substance, while a bite sized candy bar was perched delicately on each of her knees as desert. She ate it vigorously but not a crumb of it fell away, even though her chest bounced upward's with each motion like they were jumping for it. 'Sorry, protein time and no restaraunts insight. Are things alright?' The super model asked with that horrible genuine warmth that had been available even to the homeliest, most socially awkward girl in school. Sarah hated it, because it was real. 'Just...he's been working a lot for the past ever really,' Sarah sighed, 'almost since we got married. It's a miracle that I ever got pregnant to be honest. His law firm is always busy and I'm always busy and my daughter always needs me and he was supposed to take the rest of the week off so we could catch up while the kid was at grandmas but sheesh I can't even have that.' She was surprised at how spiteful she sounded. Not sad, but just bitterly angry. Sarah let out a sigh as the car inched forwards. 'I know how it feels to be busy, like you can't even stop for a moment otherwise everything falls apart,' the gorgeous, technically obese brunette assured her, 'but you look like its worse than just busy. I know we haven't talked in years but I'm here for you now Sarah. This wouldn't be the first time one of us has had to cry on each other's shoulders.' 'I don't know, it's that we only get an hour or so alone time each day before we pass out but...lately I havne't even wanted to spend it with him,' Sarah continued, 'and he hasn't cared. Just...alright, I'm not quite where I was from our all state days but I've kept myself looking good. I get looks when I go running, hell I go running! Every day and I was never really a jock.' 'Sarah, you were all state two years and got eight letters in track,' Jessica told her, near perfect memory rattling off a list of old awards, 'you medaled almost every meet. You were kind of a jock.' 'No, no I was theater geek and foreign language nerd who likes running and staying thin,' Sarah went on, annoyed enough that she'd let that last part slip. Jessica didn't notice. She sat there with her giant thighs filling the seat and didn't blink. How could she do that? 'He...well he was a dumb shit hockey player who was ripped to hell and knew how to network and cram through being a lawyer and made good money. He breathed sports but I don't think he's worked out since he graduated and he drinks beer like water. His boobs are bigger than mine and he's not even strong under it all, we switched fridges this fall and he was nearly useless moving out the old one. he dropped it twice, I had to be the one carrying it down the steps,' Sarah ranted, 'and he wasn't even embarassed about it!' 'Jeez, it sounds like he might be having some issues,' Jessica who'd gained at least twice as much in half the time observed, 'have you thought about a counselor?' They'd almost reached the end of the check point before Sarah could answer. At least half a dozen cops were in front of them, waving cars off to the interstate. One of them approached, hands resting on the machine gun that was strapped over his chest and another approached from the side, leading a German Shepard the size of a horse that began sniffing the electric car. Sarah felt a cringe of unease. Cops with rifles checking people in her town? This wasn't right. But Jessica merely shook her shoulders and gave a smile as she rolled down the windows. 'Hello officer, is there a problem?' The model asked with perfect concern, a foot of cleavage on display beneath her chin. 'License and registration please,' the cop demanded, as if this throbbing avatar of sexuality wasn't in front of him, 'are you a Witchcove resident?' 'Well, I used to be a few years ago,' one of the most famous women in the world and certainly from witch cove said, taking out her ID, 'coming on vacation for my ten year reunion.' It was ID older one Sarah could tell in the glimpse. The weight said '130 lbs' and the picture (a crap driver's license picture for shits sake!) had cheek bones so sharp they made the eye sting, it looked like a vogue head shot. The contrast between the ludicrously fit woman on the card and the baby elephant sized she hulk filling the Tesla should have been stark. Jessica should have been unRecognizable, bloated and unhealthy, miserable and washed out but that radiant sense of perfection washed off of her in waves. She looked amazing with all of that blubber and was unmistakably her, even if Sarah hadn't followed her career and known her old friend had blown up she would have been able to pick her out of a line up. 'Only current residents are allowed in, please continue on there's an exit to turn around on abou two miles down,' he said with a practiced tiredness. 'Wait!' Sarah called out, 'I live here! You've gotta let us through, I have to pick my daughter up from my mom's place, please.' She handed over her own ID, taken at the humiliating peak of her pregnancy where her face was bloated and had a nice outbreak of acne and the weight read '170 lbs'. The cop looked at it and looked at her, then walked back to the officer in charge. There was a short conversation, someone spoke on a radio and then he walked over to their car. 'Ma'am, are you two the only ones in this vehicle? The police man questioned. 'Yes, it's a two seater of course we are,' Sarah told him, getting exasperated. 'And you intend to stay in Witchcove for the next two weeks?' He continued. 'Yes, what's going on? Has there been some sort of toxic waste dump or something?' She asked. 'Ma'am, I advise you not to pick up any hitch hikers. If you see any suspicious persons, please call the Highway Patrol immediately,' the cop said, 'you two are good to go.' He waved them to the side and Jessica drove onto the exit ramp, the sole car. 'What the hell was with that guy?' Sarah asked. 'A lot of wrong things,' Jessica told her, pulling the latest model IPhone out of her boobs and turning off the video recording ap, 'for one thing, cops usually have name tags and badge numbers. That guy didn't.' 'Wait, what?' The jet lagged French teacher questioned, 'no name tag?' "Yeah, he was also ripped to shit,' the super plump model continued, 'all of them were. Now first, I'm engaged not dead. Second, every cop there was both ripped and under thirty, how often do you see a bunch of cops and not one of them is at least kinda fat?' 'That is a little weird, maybe not as much as the badges,' Sarah agreed as the tesla shot up the near empty highway. For several minutes it was silent between them, until Sarah looked at the phone sitting on the model's lap, 'Jess, why did you have your phone recording that?' For once Jessica was quiet, 'Just a test.' 'Were you worried about the cop assaulting you?' Sarah asked her. 'No...not really,' the brunette said, somewhat flatly and then slammed on the breaks as a dairy cow wandered across the road and stopped. The electric car slammed to a halt, Jessica's breasts making the horn hook as they hit the steering wheel but they managed to avoid catastrophe. It just stared at them, dull eyes blinking and mooed. 'Don't see that often at any of my places,' the tall brunette said softly, rubbing a sore boob. 'Gotta say it's the first one I've seen living here,' Sarah agreed, rubbing her own shoulder where the seat belt had cut into it. Jessica honked but the cow just stood there, mooing. 'Ugh, stupid thing,' Sarah sighed, 'why won't you go?' 'Because it's in pain, look at its tits. They're gigantic,' Jessica pointed, 'poor thing looks like it hasn't been milked in days.' The animal's udders were gigantic, swaying back and forth, faintly dribbling milk. Jessica got out, suddenly not a rich, image conscious city model but a girl who's famil had farmed here for centuries. Sarah unbuckled her seat less eagerly, her parents had been dentists, as Jessica sashayed back and forth. Her hips were hypnotizing, they made the eye glue itself to their bouncing orbs as they threatened to break free of her dress her back broke into fat rolls as she petted the lolling beast, finding a halter around its neck. 'Aww, poor baby, let me see your ear tag...,' Jessica cooed as if the ton of milk and polka dot as a little kitten, 'ah, Creedance farm. He was the one who had a crush on you Sarah.' 'No, he was just trying to get to you,' her old friend denied, not adding 'like always.' 'Anyway, it's not too far,' Jessica told her, 'I'm gonna walk this baby back home. You want to come?' 'Should we be doing that?' Sarah asked. 'Of course, it's lost,' Jessica laughed, 'I didn't give two million to ASPCA just to walk by a miserable cow on the road. There's a pair of hiking boots in the smaller suit case, get them out for me if you would.' 'Why do I have to get your shoes?' Sarah asked, 'this isn't prom!' 'Do you want to hold the cow instead?' Jessica asked her. Fifteen minutes later and they were walking up a long drive way, the model casually splashing up the muddy gravel leading the cow. Sarah followed behind, not sure who's hips went back forth the most. It wasn't as hot as hit could be considering, but sweat was starting to break out over both women. Sarah hadn't had a shower since the day before and felt disgusting while Jessica looked like she did in an advertisement. Despite all the running she'd managed to squeeze in on the trip to France, Sarah felt like she could pass out. She had't eaten anything but a granola bar for breakfast, hoping for a nice lunch with her husband, but Jessica was moving at quick pace. 'Here, catch,' Jessica said, drawing from her seemingly bottomless tiny purse another of those bars and tossing it over, 'you really haven't changed. You never ate enough in track either.' Sarah managed to catch it, seeing a wrapper with a buffalo on it, 'Pemmican?' 'Buffalo meat and berries, full of protein, good fat and vitamins,' the bouncing sex bomb told her, 'seriously eat it, you look like you're going to pass out.' Sarah ignored the high calorie content on it and did eat it. It was greasy but once it hit her stomach she felt better, energized even. She caught up to Jessica as they neared the farm house and barn complex. 'Thanks...I really hadn't eaten anything today,' Sarah said. 'Sounds nice,' the model told her, 'but hey, gotta be here for you while I can eh?' It reminded her of why she had liked Jessica. Being in her shadow might mean not being noticed, but she did keep the rain and sun of you too. She noticed everyone around her, all the time and made sure that they were taken care of, be it her best friend from ten years ago or a cow. 'Hey, anyone home?' Jessica yelled when they got into the yard. The tall woman still had a set of lungs on her, but no one answered. There wasn't a car or truck in the drive way either. 'Are they not home?' Sarah suggested. 'Maybe, let's go knock,' Jessica decided, tying the cow to a fence post by a water tank. They walked up to the house, Jessica pausing when her watch beeped. Speedily, the model cleaned her hands with sanitizer and then ate a full sized and slightly melted snickers from her purse. 'Fat and carb time,' she said as way of explanation, checking her lips with a compact, 'chocolate is just extra.' Sarah looked at her with an eyebrow raised. Jessica had never been a mousey eater, but she certainly didn't eat several meals worth of food in a few hours. And she'd never touched sweets even though chocolate boxes piled up around her at Valentine's Day. 'Are you on a diet Jessica?' Sarah asked, 'I mean you're a model you have to be, but do you really have to eat that often?' 'I've been on one for three years,' Jess confirmed, slightly warily, 'and for this one...yeah.' She cut off conversation with a knock on the door. When no one answered she knocked harder, making the fat jiggle on her under arm and her boobs bounce. The door slid open under the tumult, her knock opening it. 'Creepy,' Sarah observed, 'let's get back to the car.' 'Hello?' Jessica shouted inside, 'Hi, I found your cow on the road. Is anyone home?' No one answered her shouts. 'Jess, we should go!' Sarah told her, tugging on her arm. It was the first time she'd touched Jessica since graduation. Then her arm had felt like a steel cable. Now it felt like a significantly thicker steel cable with a comfort pillow wrapped around it. Sarah had better chances of moving the Statue of Liberty. 'There have to be people here, there's food on the table,' Jessica insisted when the smell hit them. It wasn't awful, the type of smell you'd associate with a body. But it was rotten and Sarah recognized it instantly as eggs that had been left out. Jessica walked forwards, the porch groaning under her step and flies flew off of the table. Closer, an abandoned, moldy meal was clearly seen, abandoned uneaten on the dinner table. A two week old news paper sat on the table. Jessica backed slowly out of the house, ass bumping into Sarah and almost sending her off the porch. 'Fuck, I'm sorry,' she said, pulling up Sarah like she weighed nothing, 'this is weird. I'm calling the cops, if they're gonna screw up our schedule we can at least make them do their jobs.' 'Someone's coming,' Sarah said, seeing a truck make its way up the drive way. 'And I have no bars, thank you rural geography,' Jessica sighed, sliding the phone back into her bra, 'this is some seriously weird shit going on and I hope to god that whoever is driving up isn't a serial killer.' The truck proved to be spotless under the dust and brand new. A young man in a white uniform with the badge of a security guard.hopped out of it, a stun gun on his belt. 'What in the hell...,' He began, before stopping, 'Ms. Smith?' 'Jeremy Hofstetch?' Sarah said in surprise, recognizing one of her French IV seniors from three years ago. He'd gotten much taller since then and lost the substantial nerd gut and man boobs in exchange for abs and pecs, while his acne had cleared up and his biceps had bulked out. Then again she'd been a pregnant walrus at the time so anyone could change. That much was apparent when he noticed Jessica step off the porch and his eyes nearly popped out of his head, while her breasts nearly popped out of her top. 'Holy shit,' the man nearly stammered, 'are you ...' 'Jessica Milgrave, I take it you know my friend Sarah here?' The model asked, reaching out a hand that was instantly taken. 'you knew Jessica Milgrave?' The kid stammered. 'He was in my French class,' Sarah explained, leaving out how he and every other boy that year had had Jessica's cover taped up in their lockers as a form of communal worship, 'Jeremy, what's going on? Where are the Creedances and why are you here? Why are you dressed like that?' The radio blared at his hip, a grumpy voice demanding, 'Hofstetch? I want a situation report now.' 'Investigating now,' he said into it instantly, then turned back to them, 'what are you guys doing here?' 'We found a cow in the road,' Jessica pointed out, 'it's tag said it was from here.' 'Oh shit, #54, the one the idiots in processing lost,' the kid sighed, 'thank god you found her at least. Look...I.' He stopped because Jessica had put her hand on his shoulder, 'Jeremy, did something happen to the people here?' 'Oh the Creedances?' He asked, 'they got bought out. I'm on detail for guarding them and five other farms near here until survey can decide what's going on.' 'Bought out by who?' Sarah pressed, fighting to make herself not be invisible. 'Omni-Dairy,' he said as if it was obvious, 'Oh, crap you've been on the field trip haven't you? My class couldn't go because you were on maternity leave. Yeah, this new conglomerate opened up a processing plant in town two weeks ago. A lot of people are working there now and they're buying all the little mom and pop farms.' Sarah felt herself relax, but she still felt weird about it, 'Oh...' 'Hey, how about I offer you guys a ride back to your car?' He asked insistently, 'it's a hot day and wouldn't want you guys getting hit...' 'Oh that sounds great,' Sarah began, but Jessica stopped her. 'Actually we're fine. Gotta get those ten thousand steps in every day, right?' She insisted, grabbing Sarah by the arm, 'It was nice meeting you Jeremy, here, do you want an autograph?' 'Sure!' He insisted with teen age enthusiasm again as Jessica with drew a 4X4 photo from her purse, of her third SI cover. She was a hundred and seventy pounds about to break through a bikini made out of dental floss. Her fat was immensely firm looking, Sarha had to guess that at least half her gain was muscle given by what she'd felt, and never had a double chin and brushing thighs looked more persuasively sexy. Jessica scratched her name on it quick as lightning and then the two were off down the drive way. 'What the hell is wrong with you?' Jessica whispered when they were a hundred yards away, 'You never, never get into a car with a stranger. What is this, the 70s?' 'Please, Jeremy there coudn't hurt a fly,' Sarah tried to play off. 'Jeremy there looks like he eats HGH and lives in a weight room,' Jessica said, 'and has a taser and that farm gave off creepy vibes. No way the Creedances were bought out.' 'I...you have a point,' Sarah agreed, 'farming life sucks but they were the biggest dairy farm in three counties. Even if they sold out, could they do it that quick?' ' Not quick enough to leave breakfast on the table and all their appliances inside,' Jessica pointed out. the rest of the drive in was uneventful, besides Jessica eating another pemmican bar at a red light and pressing something on her smart watch. They turned onto Sarahs' street, a set of brick and wood homes from the sixties, all well maintained and gorgeous. Her parents had lived on this street before moving out to their farm home to pursue some sort of bucolic ideal and Sarah didn't feel quite so pathetic living six doors down from where she grew up. 'Turn here,' Sarah yawned, feeling the length of the day. When she opened her eyes there was someone running down the side walk. It was a young woman with curly red hair and freckles, pouring out of a sports bra and very skimpy running panties. She wasn't fat but she was clearly fifteen or twenty pounds above what those skimpy running clothes were made for! A small belly rolled over the running bottoms and her thighs quivered with effort at each step, while new boobs threatened to burst free. Amber lived a street to the north, another one of her French kids and a recent graduate back for summer break from college. She'd been An award winning volley ball player a year earlier and done great, Sarah could have sworn she'd gotten a scholarship for it. Clearly Amber had put on the freshman fifteen in the interim. She stopped, hands on her knees, sucking in air desperately, belly poaching into rolls. . No wait, Sarah could have sworn she'd seen Amber running not long ago at the start of summer and she'd been rail thin... 'Is this it?' her driver asked, 'Nice looking digs.' 'Thank you Jessica, I really don't know what I'd have done with out you,' Sarah told her. 'No thank you,' the model sighed, going to her phone, 'hey, do you know of any hotels in town? Nice ones, not the gross one by the high way? I had a room near the airport, but that's an hour away and doubt I can get through the check point if it's still there on the way back.' Sarah thought about it. There really weren't any hotels she knew of, her friends best bet was an Air BNB but...she had a guest room that was almost never used. And Jessica had driven her in...and after today's weirdness she didn't want to be alone at night. Why she had that feeling she had no idea but...something wasn't right. 'this is a title short notice,' Sarah began, 'but, I have a guest room here. If you want to stay until whatever check point is on the road is gone, I don't think my husband would mind.' What husband would mind a three time SI model, Victoria's Secret angel super model into his house Even if she was plus sized, it's not like her husband had a and had an inch to complain. God would she be more or less pissed if he popped a boner again seeing Jessica? Jessica took a deep breath, 'Okay...on one condition.' 'What's that?' Sarah asked. 'On the condition we use that pool immediately,' Jessica said, turning off the car, 'a girl my size works up a sweat!' Down the street, Amber Brauswick wheezed in exhaustion and confusion. She'd never been hit like this from running such a short distance. The volley ball star had felt herself getting slower and slower every day since she'd come home for summer break and her clothes getting tighter and tighter. the scale at home kept saying she was the same weight but this gut and these thighs argued against that, she hadn't made it half of a mile today, it was like all those post season work outs hadn't happened. Practice would be starting in a month and if she was running like this for whatever reason she'd be cut and lose her scholarship! 'You scream, I scream we all scream for ice cream,' played dimly a street over, slowing to a halt near a small park. Amber grinned and broke into a sprint, huffing and puffing as she hurried to catch the mobile stand. She hadn't run like this since senior year and knew she'd pay for it with sweat and cramps, but the ice cream would be worth it. The soft folds of her body pinched and prodded as she neared the park at a graceless lumber of maybe five miles an hour, all those thirsty Thursday's and weekend keggerparties and skipped post season workouts dragging on her. But hey, she had a whole month to get back in shape...

*ahem* My Feedee Origin Story: I've finally accepted I won't have my 2016 body back, but my weight *loss* goal has been 160lbs, with muscle tone. I was doing good, working out five times a week. I was preparing my body for cute summer outfits. But reckless eating and a new relationship derailed those goals. Then I found out my boyfriend was a feeder and was fattening me up. Or, as he likes to think, just enjoying me fattening myself up by constantly putting food in front of me. Whatever I wanted, he said yes, and brought extra. This year, my New Years resolution was to cut down from 185 to 160. I went back to the gym and, after three months cardio, lifting and hiit workouts, I was down 22 lbs. Aaand... then I had a leg injury at work and was laid up at home, and away from the gym, for three months. That's when the laziness and the eating really kicked in: video games, ordering food online, binging food and tv shows. My feeder *ahem* boyfriend- always brings home food, and makes sure the pantry is always stocked. Even if I wanted to lose weight, at this point, it's not like I want to tell him to stop buying chips and donuts and all sorts of take out for me to eat. So, here i am, haven "temporarily" giving up on my weight loss goals. I'm 186lbs (5'7" btw). I'm back at work, but haven't been back to the gym in four months. I'm honestly too embarrassed to go. For fear of people recognizing me and seeing how fat I've gotten. Plus, I'd need new gym clothes for sure. I think about going to the gym a lot, and I have a beach vacation coming up in about 6 months. But it's so hard to drag my big butt into the gym and get back that beach body. Do you guys think I can do it?

my progress from 2016 to yesterday. my weight has gone up and down over the years, but since i got with my partner and now feeder two years ago, it's mostly gone up

https://forum.phun.org/threads/hilary-duff-out-in-los-angeles-7-30-19.2949250/#post-12538805

hey everyone. i'm new for the community and.. i never intended for this to happen. i'm a gym rat turned couch potato, sabotaged by food and laziness. please feel free to tease me for being such a pig. ❤️

Discovered this awesome lady recently. She's nicely squishy over muscle and has great eyes, plus boobs:

From last night, not great quality

New pics

Her ass is so nice and big, you could see it from the front. Need to zoom...

Utterly dwarfing other people seems to be Hunter's favorite hobby.

Looking so pleasantly plump! 😍

Some semi recent randoms I haven't seen on here--apology in advance if some are dups

She's way much fatter, now... 😈🤪

Hello fello curve lovers, new here and just figuring out how it all works. Tell me about your favorite things to eat or watch people eat? Mine are noodles and fried chicken!

Thanks! I want this to be somewhat slow, with Jessica providing the fan service.

Well, that's what you get when you're squeezed between the Ruskies and the Krauts and the people running your country are too focused on internal bickering to notice that there's a big pile of shit dangling on a thin string in front of the fan . Seriously, though, it's all history now, although a good bit of my fellow countrypeople still harbor old grudges. Most of the people are kind of alright, though, just don't go into politics when talking to them. I think Irish have a similar thing going on, but they seem less grim about their history. The country itself, I mean, the landscape and some of the towns and cities, can be really beautiful though. If you ever played Witcher 3 then I can tell you that the landscape in White Orchard and Velen/Novigrad can give you a bit of a hint on what you can see in Poland in terms of nature, at least in the more remote areas.

You are looking super cute with your new curves. So much ptrettier than before.

A museum should be built where Carmen and her amazing curves could be worshipped by video installations and pictures and sculptures.

Prettier without make-up.... she's naturally pretty.

i need to hit the gym 😣

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.

Apparently my phone is having uploading issues, so here are the two gifs I tried to initially include

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She did gain a lot of weight She used to be 45-37-53" and only 200 pounds at 5'7" https://www.modelmayhem.com/AlexLaRosa But now her measurements are 48-42-60 ! (122-107-152 in cm). That's a lot even for a Plus-Size model http://www.naturalmodelsla.com/portfolios/alex-larosa

Hey since it’s been so long I decided to run my favorite video half off for the next 48 hours! Be on the look out a new video will be coming soon. 😉 https://curvage.org/forum/index.php?/files/file/1309-too-small-to-go-out/