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everyone loves a before & after. how about a before, during & after? 😆 what do you think- should i get fat enough for a 4th photo in the series?

Thank you all for your sweet comments and for bringing my thread to its hundredth page! I am so honored and love getting to share my journey on here with everyone. Still waiting on my results — I can call the doctor Tuesday for them— but rest assured I’m taking care of my curves PLENTY fine in the meantime... hopped on the scale today and discovered that I’m up 6 pounds from my last appointment, which was twelve days ago. I think we call that “the curvage effect” haha anyway, here are some cute pics I took today... didn’t get the posing right for the belly hang shot so I’ll take that one again sometime, but the hard floor was hurting my knees so I called it a day for the time being. Also notice my cute curvy hips in the photo I call “yet another handbra”. The seated shot I just felt cute and squishy so that’s all there is to that one haha. thank you all for engaging with me on here! I love chatting with you and hearing all your thoughts 💕💕

My wife and I have been together since 2011 and I ended up hiding my fetish from her for the first 7 years. While she has never actively tried to gain, she has grown over the years. We feel we’re stepping into new territory posting pics and showing her progress. We’re also debating on making videos. Not sure where all of this will go from here. I posted a couple of before pics and then some currents as well as a couple comparisons.

Thank you everybody for all of the nice comments and support. She has always been a foodie and does love to eat. She hasn’t really worked out since she got out of the military. Here are some of my favorite photos since about December last year to present. She wasn’t really excited about the weight in the past but she has been becoming more comfortable with her body. I feel she has embraced my fetish even though she was shocked at first.

Ally and I are filming together tomorrow!

Update from Chubbycutie92 and I: Chels and I wanted to check in with you all to say we haven't dropped off the face of the earth and Chels has continued to gain weight! We talked recently regarding our activity on Curvage and thought it would still be fun to be engaged on some level. I don't think we will be posting more paid content unless there is a huge outcry for more videos. Chels and I decided that this is a great outlet for my obsession over her beautiful figure. She is incredibly understanding and wonderful and allows me to share on here with you all and I couldn't be more lucky. While she does not have a huge interest in participating actively, any messages coming directly from her or videos/paid content will be posted under the Chubbycutie92 account. General belly and stuffing updates/pictures will come from my account. She does feel attractive at her current weight, I will always pass along positive positive comments, complements from someone other than me I'm sure will only add to her confidence at her new weight. Anyway, about that magnificent belly! This picture from last month is after ice cream stuffing in the green shirt from earlier posts. She has continued to gain weight since the last post. For example, today she had an estimated 4916 calories. I have been using myfitnesspal on my phone to track stuffing nights and other days where I feel like she had a lot to eat. When I completed the entry for today it estimated she would weigh 270.8 in 5 weeks if she ate like today everyday. While today was above average, it is certainly not uncommon. She eats about 2 cups of ice cream before bed almost every night, it is usually a let down for both of us if we are out of ice cream. As someone with this fetish you know I keep the house well stocked with her favorite treats and snacks.

Happy Friday night 🐱 Treating you to a very sexy and stuffed Curvy Cannabis Cat 🍂🍁🍂 I was photographed in bed because I was stuffed and ready to NAP.... 🥰

so..I just thought you guys would like to know Jessica stargirl/starjelly/cupcake/extreme softness/star smoke has still been gaining all this time. she's over 400 pounds now.

Crazy hair, don’t care... Definitely feeling the results from all of the cream and soda this week. 🙃 Trying to get back on the gaining train and get some new content out and I thought this was a good way to start. I was trying on old clothes and couldn’t help but stop to play with my bare belly...

Hello! You guys can call me Bella. I'm super new to all of this, but excited to get my model application approved, fingers crossed. I'm a crazy animal lover, a wee bit nerdy, and a total anglophile. I like traveling, learning languages, and irresponsibly walking into target with the intention of buying one thing and leaving with a $97 receipt. I currently weigh about 235, but I used to be 270 after being 180 post-Army. I don't have a goal weight in mind, but I'm excited to meet tons of people.

goooooood evening everyone! hope everyone who reads this is doing well. speaking of doing well, i'm feeling fat and happy right now. i had a LOT of food today, but that's not what i'm on here tonight to tell you about. you guys have been giving me mad love on my comparison sets (CouchQueen Got FAT and Thick Kitten to Fat Cat), so I decided to make my first before & after VIDEO! features me from last year, not yet a feedee, versus me from today- bloated and fat. expect it to hit the clips store soon.

This is probably my favorite top because it shows every curve of mine!

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A more recent before and after🤩🤪 crazy thing is I’ve GAINED weight since I took the picture on the right!😳

Sometimes I get worried that I have let this fetish get in the way of reality, I put on so much weight and while I feel good I cant help but wonder if I let myself go and won’t ever find a girlfriend you know 😕

Random and unrelated... some from upcoming clips 😛

Thank you! I’m fluctuating between 235 and 238 right now. Trying to break the 240 plateau right now. Getting in the heavy cream, half and half and soda every day and night right now. Should pay off soon! Hope to be at least 260 by the end of the year.

So this girl gets an official "Wowza" from me, shes an absolute cutie beauty, from the looks of her Instagram it seems like her life revolves around food, and she literally never stops eating. She travels the country eating, and compiles best restaurants in area lists, and says if her job is eating then she "Won't take (her) responsibilities lightly". She In her own words she says there isn't a minute of the day she doesn't have something tasty in her mouth, she eats usually double but sometimes three times that of her boyfriend if its a good enough place, and often finishes his meals anyway, and she says she has a habit of eating even while looking for or on her way to eat food.Her figures absolutely killer and shes megacute, shes an absolute gem.

I'd love to see her reenact this pic in the same dress and with her newer/present bod!!

My lunch is in that big belly

Can you please all behave like normal people, or at least try...? Mal is a user on this site and reads everything you post in this thread. I'd take a bet most of you don't have the balls to tell her the things you post in person, if sitting opposite her. Stop acting like you know her. Stop judging her motivations. Stop posting speculations of how Mal feels, nobody cares about what stupid conjectures you go by. If you are in the need of raising a complaint about her business methods, contact her via her site on the crowdfunding platform starting with "P". Curvage is by no means the place for your silly rants.

And for a bit of reference.... same dress, 90 lb gain and noooo way that thing was going to zip up at all!

Not sure if been posted before. Historically Dodger has always been skinny, however she got married, started gaining a bit and then got pregnant, resulting in a pretty substantial gain. Particularly around the waist and butt!

On social media: IRL:

A few screen shots from her new All Anal vid Link: https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5daae7f7d37b9

Just look at the size of her thighs compared the the woman next to her! One of her thighs is legit the size of that women's body. I spy with my little eye a human whale.

Chapter 2: Ship-Shape pt 1/2 Sanctuary III was equipped with a powerful FTL jump drive that could take the Crimson Raiders straight to their next planetary destination of Promethea in less than thirty seconds. Unfortunately the salvaged warship was a Dahl corporation frigate built before the MegaCorp wars and used heavily in them, before rotting for decades in the Pandoran desert. The Vault Hunters might be suicidally brave but no one would risk a wormhole jump in a ship that had just flown for the first time in a hundred years and had several pipes leaking superheated, sometimes radioactive steam into the crew quarters and while Lilith wanted to get her Siren powers back, she ordered the ship wait in orbit for a few days while its maintenance bots got its chances of flat out exploding into the mere upper double digits. 'Take that mother fucker, take that. Yeah steal that, I said take it!,' Moze grunted, feeling the stock of her new assault rifle slam again and again into her shoulder. Far fewer of her shots were hitting than normal, this new gun had more recoil than she'd expected. Or something, her aim wasn't up to its usual snuff even when hosing an enemy with lead. Ever since she'd started her stupid, probably doomed plan of fattening up to get Amara's attention she'd felt off. The ship's lights surged and the petite gunner felt herself float into the air, her spent shells suddenly orbiting her. 'Fucking piece of shit ship,' the Vladof gunner muttered to herself, feeling her shirt drift upwards, 'can't even keep artificial grav on to save its life.' The flat chested woman rarely wore a bra, but still felt her boobs push upwards, while her t-shirt drifted up past her belly. Moze grabbed the hem of her T-shirt and pulled it down, feeling her callused hand push against her stomach. Two days of buying technically expired Atlas protein bars every time she'd gone by the usually avoided vending machine wasn't doing much but making her bloat. 'Better than nothing I guess,' Moze sighed, patting the taut slope of normally concave stomach, 'hopefully Ms. Huge-Abs is attracted to bloated bellies and not just softness.' There wasn't an inch to pinch on Moze's belly, despite it bulging out three inches past normal the new addition was all temporary bloat. Stuffed tight from the protein bars, it was no longer meeting the hem of her painfully tight combat pants. A few more pinches gave no softness, if anything it was harder than Moze' normal waistline for the skinny soldier had difficulty keeping on weight of any form, fat or muscle. 'This will probably all burn off the minute I stop,' Moze grunted, pulling another bar out of her back pocket, 'these things aren't even that good. Seriously, coconut?' Frustrated and still floating in zero G, she pushed herself off of the ceiling so as not to injure herself in a fall and adjusted the carrying strap of her machine gun across her boobs. 'I've had like forty of these things and not worked out. They say they're supposed to have fast results,' the iron bear mercenary scowled, feeling something was wrong, then looked down to see her rifle strap was cutting into her right breast. 'That is new,' Moze said, eyes lighting up at the sight of her nipples pressing through the thin fabric, 'oh fucking boy is that new.' It took a moment for the gruff merc to touch them. A life time of short rations and hard work had left the skinny soldier with nary a chance to properly fill out in any direction, but now a second puberty had given her bustline a new lease on life. When her callused fingers at last tested her chest, Moze found herself holding a pert pair of B cups. Nothing magical about them as she gently squeezed and poked, just firm handfuls where once tiny A cup mosquito bites had barely risen. A kick found her floating in front of the bullet proof glass separating range from hallway, showing that her nipples were about to cut through her T-shirt. 'I've got a rack!' the gunner exclaimed, biggest grin in years splitting her face as she shifted her shoulders and made the new tits bounce. Not a huge rack, not even medium. Save for maybe the insane Tanis, she still had the tiniest tits on the ship. Even Amara, who had seemingly 0% body fat everywhere else, had a upper end C cup. But it was a big change for the tiny gunner, who'd been thinking of quitting eating the frankly untasty bars. 'Not bad at all,' Moze grinned, only to see her pert boobs get just a little less pert. The artificial gravity turned back on, making her slam ass first into the hard metal deck. 'Why couldn't I get some padding there,' the still mostly bony Moze sighed, patting her ass and reaching for another protein bar only to find her pockets empty, 'thought I had more of these...' .... When the artificial gravity turned off, Amara sighed, let go of the pull up bars and twisted gracefully in the air of her quarters. 'Interrupting my work out, this ship's engine should shudder in shame,' the muscular siren tsk-tsked, 'I've only been at pull ups a bare hour.' Since they'd reached the, relative, safety of the ship, Amara hadn't been staying in shape. She never in fact stayed in shape, not since she'd gone to bed a skinny, scared, starving nerd in the slums one night several years ago and woken up with a set of glowing siren tattoos down the left side of her body. Every day she woke up more in shape than she had the day before, joyfully pressing, pulling, curling, squatting, crunching, pushing, bending and stretching at every bare moment in order to make her body ever stronger, faster, harder and better. She enjoyed the exercise the way nymphomaniacs enjoyed sex, her siren powers turning up the endorphins and flooding her with growth hormones that prevented her waking up sore. Exercise to her was easy as pie, not that the siren had ever eaten any, and she'd spent long, long, long hours since the ship finally took off further honing herself. It was 2 pm shipboard and Amara had been exercising since before 6 am without feeling tiredness, her muscles growing stronger and stronger as she ran and lifted. 'Knew I needed resistance bands just for this,' Amara promised herself, running hard finger tips over her muscular curves, up the squat thrust bulges of her thighs, through the canyon of her yoga carved hips, up the hollow of her two thousand crunch a day stomach and cupping her lovely C cups, which were so firm zero-g had barely changed how they sprang from Amara's pectorals, she felt satisfied and happy with her hardness, always grinning in joy at her amazing power, yet also wanting ore, 'now I've got nothing to do...but plan...' Amara preferred to exercise in the nude, the better to study herself in the mirror. Not to look for any imperfections, but just to admire herself. While some of her runaway fat fetish was surely a result of having grown up without a full belly until she was sixteen, Amara's main inspiration was to see the contrast between her lethal perfection and a partner's bloated, lazy helplessness. The bigger, fatter, weaker and more decadent her lover, the more Amara was turned on by the contrast. She remembered her first girlfriends, upper glass groupies gained after her initial rise to fame punching Partali crime lords to pieces and how she'd thrill at seeing their squishy pot bellies, a sign of wealth on an over populated world, wobble against her then hard four pack. That someone would have the chance to get strengthening protein and skim milk and instead eat muscle hiding carbs and fat bulking sugar, to see the road to strength and go down the one to weakness out of convenience and gluttony... Well, just thinking about it got the Tiger wetter than Pandora during the every other century raining season. The Tiger dove down to her bed, snatching a sleeveless bath robe that was floating in the air and pulling it on. Her one weakness from her spectacular muscles was that Amara couldn't deal with cold very well, her body rapidly getting chilly when not actively exercising at a comfortable temperature. Flipping gracefully through the air and floating above her bed in a lotus position, the siren used her phasecast telekinesis to pull her personal fat fetish notebook from under the pillow. She flicked the book open, turning until she got to Lilith's entry. earned through two days of careful observation at meals and carefully asking several Crimson Raiders what Lilith liked most to eat and what she avoided at all costs. Memories had been drudged from games of Bunkers and Badasses, gained from threatening the annoying robot clap trap, as well as some very, very deep echo-net dives. Like most people in the unnumbered trillions of the galaxy, pre-siren lilith was a ghost, only becoming noticeable when she'd developed fire hawk powers and Lilith had been careful to hide them. But before becoming the goddess of muscle that she was now, Amara had been a skinny nerd who hoped to be either a computer engineer or a doctor if she grew up before her real dream of punching the shit out of bad guys came true. While her nutritionist skills had come in useful, to the detriment of a lot of waists and the fueling of her own muscular growth, her computer skills weren't as much use. But she'd still managed to due several very deep dives on Lilith's possible identities, narrowing down one Lillian Parker, then 24, who'd disappeared from the cushy corporate world of Elysium 7 right before Lilith had burst upon Pandora twelve years earlier. Try as she might, Amara couldn't find a picture...but could find an employment record at a nerd shop, numerous purchases of bunkers and badasses or comic book related paraphernelia, doctors prescription's for very thick corrective eye glasses, an asthma inhaler and acne meds, several returns emailed to cheap clothing stores that didn't carry sizes below a 12 and a lot of loyalty rewards to candy stores, bakeries and ice cream parlors. Really not the activities of the porcelain doll thin woman Amara had carried over her shoulder. 'You haven't hidden you used to be a nerd, Fire Hawk,' Amara smiled, perfect teeth glowing in her darkened quarters, much like a tiger in the bush seeing a limping deer, 'I remember all those bunkers and badasses rule books and comics in your room when I put you down to rest. Easy to brag on being the nerd girl when you've got perfect skin and a 22 inch waist, just like the sorceress characters you play as. Does a Siren's desire of perfection shape who she becomes I wonder?' It made Amara think. She'd always wanted to be strong, tough, a triumphant heroine punching her way through waves of enemies and lo and behold, her siren powers were closely focused on that. Lilith had been much more like a fantasy sorceress: capable of teleporting and throwing fire, but delicately gorgeous, save for a big pair of ripe D cups. 'Food for thought...and food for you,' Amara noted, easily falling to her feet as the artifical gravity turned back on, taking out her echo-net communicator and beginning to make some orders, 'lots of food for you. Chocolates first, chocolate should always be the first course when fattening a beauty. You'll tell yourself its just one bite and it will be, one bite by one bite, one box by one box. Chocolate's good for you, high in anti oxidants and it'll give you back that awkward nerd girl belly, bloat out that point jawline and give you back your acne. I'm so sorry to add to your cares Lilith, but I'll make you love it and when we're done, why I'll get you your powers back and you can go back to being a perfect porcelain doll. Knowing it was my doing and remembering my touch, my food in your mouth, what I made you and wishing you could go back to it.' The digi-structor in the Siren's room poured to life, flashing light as it printed out box after box of chocolates. Amara moved them over, feeling less temptation to eat one than a big cat would feel to eat broccoli. That was the food of her chosen prey, not her. Stroking her hands, one glowing with blue tattoos, through her dark hair, Amara walked across the room to her dresser for her best abdominal baring, torn shirt, noting she'd left the door open. She often forgot to close it, having no sense of modesty or shame will do that to you, and stopped as she saw Moze walk by, smelling like gunsmoke, and immediately stop, head jerking around to see the dusky Amazon wearing only a 90% open robe, her abdominals a line leading up to her full breasts. The Siren smiled at her, putting her hands on her hips and licking her teeth as she noted the bloat at Moze's waistline and the new pop to her boobs, starter weight. Moze was a trusted, if somewhat new, comrade. A skilled gunfighter who had her back. A tough and determined vet in her own right, technically years Amara's senior although the young siren preferred to pretend to be an ageless immortal. But Amara's highly advanced fat fetish made her notice the tiniest of gains and when a woman had been a stick three days before and now had starter boobs and a bloated belly...well, Amara was going to notice. 'Evening Moze, how are you finding the ship?' Amara asked, pressing in on her, the heat of her body making the gunner break into a sweat, 'looks like you've been training hard despite the interruptions.' 'Uhhhh,' was all the half-pint mech driver could manage, so stupefied by the amazonian siren near naked at close range, that if Amara had thrown the robe open and said 'take me' she wouldn't know what to do with her. Amara put her arms, heavy, powerful arms, over Moze's shoulders and bent low, fantastic bosom right in the gunner's face, 'Looks like you're bulking up a little. Better to carry all that ammo, right?' 'Y-yeah,' the mercenary managed, grasping onto the excuse and hoping you couldn't get so wet you died of dehydration. 'I'm glad for you, its always great to see someone decide to dedicate themselves to growing stronger,' Amara went on, running her finger tips over her abs, down and down to where her robe was barely tied together, 'especially right at the start. Where there's so much potential to see just how big the new body builder is going to get, to see if all those results will pay off. Don't you think?' 'Oh yeah, they've really paid off for you...,' the gunner said, trying to decide whether to look at the coiled pythons of the arm on her shoulder, the one tracing Amara's lower abs or the tits slowly rising up and down as Amara breathed and going cross eyed. Amara smelled like a weight set, like cold iron and crisp copper and hard earned salt and the smell drove Moze insane. Moze smelled like gun powder and protein bars that had far too many carbs, the muscle covering sleeves of food groups, but to Amara it was like meat in front of a tiger. She had a, well, Lilith didn't yet know it was a date, at Moxxi's in a few hours but she'd never been good at delaying gratification if it was at hand. 'Why don't I show you,' Amara growled, pulling the shorter vault hunter into her room without resistance, 'and I can give you some tips.' 'T-tips?' Moze managed, hearing the door close behind her. 'Later metaphorical ones, about the best way for you to bulk,' Amara cooed, cracking her knuckles, 'First I have to give you forty very literal tips.' 'F-ff-forty?' moze stammered, trying to figure out how to get her damn rifle strap off from her shoulders. 'Eight times five,' the Siren grinned, dropping her sleeveless robe and summoning her astral arms, 'can't you do math?' Six corded, exercise hardened limbs made of blue light formed from Amara's shoulders. They snatched up chocolate boxes and candy trays, a donut box and a large bottle of champagne, food that had been meant for Lilith later. Fortunately a few quests on Pandora and heavy backpack of loot had given the Siren plenty of spare cash to spend bulking out her ship mates. She picked up the junk food and sashayed at the trembling, unbelieving Moze, who couldn't figure out whether to stare at Amara's high breasts or follow the path of her abs down to her tantalizing sex or see the flex of her biceps or the graceful step of her legs. 'Fuck no, not at the fucking moment,' the gunner stammered, as Amara's real hands cupped her face. 'A word of warning,' Amara told her team mate, 'I've got some excess energy today and am going to use you like a piece of exercise equipment to burn it off. You might be slightly shocked and bruised but I'll prevent you from being injured. Do you still want to go on?' 'I'm fairly certain I will die if I don't fuck you right now,' Moze said, scrambling to undress before one energized arm touched her lips with a faint crack of electricity. 'No, no, the fucking will be mine to do first, little bear,' Amara told her, 'you need only relax for now. You are bloated, when did you last eat?' 'Yeah, some protein bars not long ago,' Moze managed as Amara's real arms ripped her shirt apart with a flex of hard fingers, while two energy arms delicately popped chocolate covered cherries into the gunner's mouth. 'Then this won't last nearly as long as it could be,' Amara smiled, kissing her on the forehead, 'but I'll make every moment worth it.' 'Hey, that was from my vladoff days,' the merc tried to say, only for Amara's real finger tips to trace their way across her bloated belly and gently undo her pants. The siren kissed her, tracing down the sides of her face, down her neck, across her breasts and over her bloated stomach, before ripping apart Moze's underwear. Every kiss left a small pop of static electricty from Amara's lips, while her real arms gently, oh so gently rubbed Moze's back and ripped her panties in half. The gunner could barely keep track of it all, a slow but steady stream of chocolate covered cherries being popped into her mouth just as soon as she finished one. Before she'd never liked chocolate, but now it was her favorite food. Moze's cheeks turned red, sweat broke out on her brow and her nipples poked outwards, her already bloated waist began bulging out farther, the rich chocolate mixing with base protein bars to create quite the reaction. 'In my experience, short women will first gain in the chest or in the hips, with their gains staying there for quite a while,' Amara breathed in her ear, a pair of her fake arms supporting the increasingly limp gunner, 'you seem to trend towards the breasts.' Amara's mouth found Moze's rock hard nipple, supporting the twitching gunner with her arms as her tongue teased and flicked. She brought the eager gunner to the edge of orgasm with just the left nipple, then gently pulled away. 'Its early days yet, but if you follow down this path you might find yourself with weight gain activated gigantomastia,' the siren said to the moaning short woman, 'I recommend exercises to strengthen your shoulders while you are still small.' 'o-k-kay,' Moze groaned, trying and failing to pull Amara's head up to her tit, 'more, please, more.' 'Not yet, not yet,' Amara told her, beginning to kiss her stomach, the feel of her lips on the drum taut skin making Moze give a high squeak of joy, 'drink first. The alcohol will lower your inhibitions.' 'They can't get any lower,' the short brunette insisted, swallowing another cherry. What was that now, thirty? Her belly felt ready to pop... 'Not sexually,' the naked Amara smiled, pressing in close, feeling the gunner's taut gut, stuffed with fattening and weakening decade press against her own perfect abdomen, 'I know I am so glorious as to need to encouragement. No, I need your appetite raised.' There was a pop of a cork and Moze found a small bottle of champagne at her lips, the bubbly liquid pouring down her lips to soak into her stuffed stomach. Amara had taken that chance to go lower, picking Moze up with ease and wrapping the skinny brunette's legs around her own head. Amara's kissed up Moze's still slender thighs, working her way closer and closer to the gunner's clit to the later's ever growing anticipation. The Vladoff mech driver's head swam, her heavy intake of food not quite soaking up the alcohol and groaned with joy as the set of hands that had held the booze began gently fondling her tender nipples, while the other two pairs of magical fingers kept feeding her chocolate and Amara's real arms held her scrawny body up. 'Worship me,' Amara cooed, tongue darting out to lick the smooth line of Moze's slit. 'Worship? Oh fuck fucking yes I'll worship you if you, oh fuck!' Moze silently screamed as the tongue found her clit with a spark. 'You havne't proven yourself yet,' the siren said, leaning in and kissing her friend in between the legs again, 'you have to show me your devotion.' 'Anything!' Moze gasped, trying not to scream as she felt the tip of Amara's tongue hit her clit while her forehead rested against the lower slope of Moze's swollen gut. 'I know you will,' Amara thought but didn't say, for the short woman in her arms was having a full on orgasm in record time, her hair standing on end as the dark Siren's tongue funneled lightning into her body. When Moze couldn't even support herself, leaning forwards against Amara's head and whimpering, the buffer woman gingerly laid the exhausted, sweating gunner down on her bed. The siren smiled, feeling confident and pleased with herself for so effortlessly begging and pleasing another lover, even as she knew that the chances of having this one bed her in record time. Not the conquest she'd expected for right now, and certainly on the smaller side of what she liked, but she'd have bet pull ups to push ups that her partner was dedicated now. 'Better eat well little Bear, winter is coming,' Amara sighed, realizing that while she remained unfired so to speak, she had time to fully finish her arm work out before her shower. .... Moze woke up in the dark, not saying much since they were in space. Her head swam, her mouth was dry, her stomach hurt like it had been shot and every few minutes her clit would send a spasm of aftershock joy through her body, pulling her legs up to her immensely bloated gut. The gunner put a rough hand on the sphere that had been concave a few days ago and groaned at thinking how many calories were in it, only to find a letter perched on the sphere. Fumbling with a light, she got it open: 'Moze, You're set to become extremely strong. Ensure you eat a stick of butter at breakfast and dinner and your strength will grow and grow, do ensure your shoulders and back can take it though,' Amara had written in purple, 'For now though, I cannot give you a training session until I see at least twenty pounds of results on your lifting. Find those and I will happily give you a session and until then will happily talk to you, but in that session, you will demonstrate everything you learned today and have thought of in between. I cannot commit to just you, when so many need my help though... Unless you can show me four hundred pounds of results, Signed, The Tiger.' It gave the gunner a lot to think about. Like, did she really want to continue this relationship with a woman who near flat out said sh was going to pursue others? Or signed her letters, 'The Tiger?' Of course she did. 'Real question is how I'm going to get into my pants,' Moze groaned, looking at the 9 month paunch compared to her size zero combat pants.

Who remembers this video? Maybe it’s time for part 2 😍

an oldie but goodie: an almost preggo looking Mal stuffed to the brim on gourmet burgers, fries, and onion rings.

Currently luxuriating in the bath with a heavy cream drink and came to respond, and realized I forgot to post the standing bikini photos! Oops! Not the most flattering/attractive of suits, but I do love that the bottoms are disappearing beneath my belly. Also holy lovehandles, Batman!

Hey Guys, I am new to Curvage and wanted to share my beautiful body with you! I used to be a twig and now have grown to the beautiful goddess you see now. Will I gain more? Stay tuned for more content 😘

This fetish runs deep 😉

Me 🤗🐷

I think I know why she got so big.

look at that gut!

Found a bunch of old clothes from high school to try on.... As hard as it was to even get this thing on and buttoned.... getting it back off over my fat arms was hilariously difficult! 🤣 And to think it used to cover all of me....

So fluffy 😍😘🤤

Hello everyone! I know it has been a little bit but I haven't managed to slow down my weight gain as evidenced by these pictures. All of these pictures are from the last week or so, a few snapped while I am napping with a very full belly. Take out Chinese and ice cream have become a pretty normal way for me to end my days. Back when my boyfriend and I started dating we would split a pint of ice cream, then he started getting me my own pint, then we graduated to buying half gallon containers of ice cream. Now my boyfriend will not only fill up my bowl with typically too much ice cream but he will top it with chocolate syrup and a ton of whipped cream. No matter how full I am I seem to be able to find the room, then I will usually snack on some chips or popcorn right before passing out for the evening. I love living the chubby life, its just so damn tasty! Hope you all enjoy and if you have any questions feel free!