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Building up the confidence for a full photo set and a backstory of how I became so soft and beautiful!!!!

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.

She gained a little bit of weight before our first pregnancy which was late 2013. Here she was in November 2013 around the time she got pregnant. She was around 150-160. Right here she is about two months into the first pregnancy Then right before we had our daughter, she was around 200-210. She lost weight and got back down to around 165-175 range prior to our second pregnancy. and finally she got up to around 215-220 range at the end of the second pregnancy. She ended up about the same weight after each but she looked like she was heavier during the second pregnancy.

I think its all gone to my butt 🤔

Some photos after a late night snack. .

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 😘

Here are some more befores from around the 2010-2011 time frame.

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.

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 💕💕

Some of the dresses she modeled for https://www.goddiva.co.uk/ last month.

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.

Hello my beautiful belly lovers. Hope your all having a good weekend. I know I am, my boyfriend has been treating me to KFC, McDonalds and a lot of sweets! Today he brought me loads of snacks to help me put the weight back on 🙈 Below is a recent photo of my belly that was took today and the other photo is going to be when I had a bigger belly! It's actually a but disappointing that I'm not as fat as what I was! My boyfriend feels the same!

Once in a skinny past Now

Part 21    “Hungry, Lina?” Mim teased, in a maddeningly casual manner.    As if on cue, Lina felt a sharp pang in the pit of her stomach. She winced and clutched her abdomen.    “My patience has worn thin, Lina. And I don’t have patience for anything thin. So, let's try this again,” said Mim. “I hope with more luck this time.”    From a small hatch in a console she produced a metallic circlet similar to the one she had used several weeks prior, when she had attempted to determine what it was that Lina craved—which, at the time, was nothing. But things had been much different then, when Lina was still possessed of her prodigious willpower.    “We have been preparing for this for a long time,” Mim declared with an air of finality, as she placed the circlet around Lina’s temples.    A series of panels spread out from behind the cybernetic recliner’s headrest, partially encircling Lina's head. The recliner and its many sensors, the circlet, WIDE-AS and its mind interface—all were working in conjunction to search Lina’s unconscious thoughts for a weakness…a food craving, the thing that would finally break her.    Images gradually coalesced before Lina’s eyes, a visual parade of foodstuffs. Only this time, there was no surplus of willpower as a buffer against these temptations. Lina was much too hungry and exhausted.    Her stomach growled again.    “Now,” said Mim. “Let’s just see if we can find out exactly what it is that can whet your appetite.”    Mim carefully observed several readouts as Lina tensed up in the chair and tried to exert any remnant of her rapidly dwindling determination, and when she realized that even this was failing her, she tried her utmost to lose herself in a sort of generalized hunger, focusing on the emptiness of her stomach.    Mim modulated her voice so that it took on a sort of sing-song quality. “You must be so very hungry by now, Lina. You can't hold out forever. I just need you to think clearly for me. You can do that, can't you, Lina? There's no harm in thoughts, is there? I just need you to think of a food that has brought you intense joy, and how perfect that would taste right now. What is that food, Lina?”    Lina knew what Mim was doing and tried to clutter her own mind, forcing her thoughts to race wildly between unrelated images and mental white noise. But now she was aware of a comforting, warm, and vaguely familiar aroma in the air, something wonderful and rich and sweet-smelling.    Images of dozens of foods flashed through Lina's mind, first by category, then becoming more specific. Holographic manifestations of these foods began to come into focus, multiplying until they became a parade of culinary imagery.    “You feel that hunger gnawing away at you, Lina? You can end that right now, and for good. You can finally be satisfied. What a relief it will be to just give in.” Mim’s voice was slowing down. “And you can just give in. There is nothing to worry about. You can be fat and happy. Fat is beautiful, Lina. Fat is where it’s at. Your friend Daesti already knows this, and remember how contented she looked when I gave you that sneak preview of her new figure! You can be that content, too. Think of what you'd like to eat, Lina. Is it something savory? Something sweet? Oh...what's this? Some positive biofeedback on something sweet!”    Lina’s autonomic responses were betraying her; her heart was racing now, her stomach rumbling. She could not stop thinking of exactly what she did not want to think of. The tears welled up again. “Please,” Lina pleaded pitifully. “Stop messing with my thoughts.”    “Someone has a sweet tooth,” taunted Mim.    Lina shook her head from side to side, choking back sobs.    The chair adjusted itself and now Lina was fully reclined. Mim walked up alongside her and patted Lina’s belly.    “Taut like a drum,” Mim said. “Listen to that hollow sound. How empty your belly is. So much room in there, begging to be filled. Let’s get some food in you.”    Lina squirmed.    “Let’s narrow it down a little further,” Mim said. “It’s only a matter of time."    There were only desserts now in the cavalcade of images dancing in Lina’s field of vision. The representations floating before her were so lifelike and enticing that Lina grasped at the air. She felt so ravenous that she could have wolfed down any of them. But they were only images, without substance, she reminded herself.    But at last there appeared an image of something that she absolutely could not refuse...if only it were real.    For the most fleeting fraction of a second, Lina recalled a confection that she had tasted exactly once in her life…on her 10th birthday.    It was a rare treat, and the most decadent-tasting thing she had ever eaten up to that point…a cake with the most wonderfully vivid pinkish-orange-ish frosting, with a flavor like the sweetest nectar and the richest cream blended together, and pieces of glazed fruit of an even more vibrant hue on top. She had never tasted anything like it, before or since. Cake had always been just cake to her, but this was something magnificent. And on the side, to match, had been ice cream of the same flavor, with little flecks of fruit throughout.    It all came back to her as Mim made a jubilant pronouncement.    “Gliesian butterbell!” said Mim triumphantly. “Ah, so that’s it!”    For Lina, who had always been a picky eater, this was the singular treat she had ever thought she could eat for the rest of her life and be perfectly content, the one thing she could have allowed herself to gorge upon.    But that was before the blight hit. Lina half-recollected the news stories from years before. The problem eluded the brightest botanical minds, and soon Gliesian butterbell became, if not entirely extinct, then certainly at least no longer a viable commercial crop.    The Gliesian in its name referred to the tropical planet Gliese 832c, to which it was indigenous, while butterbell was the name given to both the sizable fruit and the gorgeous fragrant flower that bore it. The fruit itself was uniquely shaped, with fleshy rings around its circumference that resembled nothing so much as rolls of fat.    "Gliesian butterbell!” Mim was practically singing the words now, and with great glee. “Gliesian butterbell! Well, Lina, you really do have exquisite taste. And the delicious irony! It's one of the most incredibly fattening foods ever discovered. Gliesian butterbell!"    “But it doesn’t exist anymore,” countered Lina.    “Oh, but it does!” said Mim decisively. “We had our most brilliant botanists on the problem from the beginning. It took years, but they managed to save it after all! And now it’s a hearty crop again. I’m so glad. It would have been such a shame for it to go extinct.”    Mim was already speaking via vidlink with someone in the kitchen. “Can you whip up some Gliesian butterbell pudding for our dear scrawny guest…with some refeeding formula blended in?”    “Right away,” came the reply.    It arrived on a shiny silver tray in a fancy, capacious dessert glass with an elegant spoon beside it.    Mim sat next to Lina and deliberately and theatrically waved the spoon about and held the dessert glass tantalizingly in front of her. “Is this what you want, Lina?”    Lina’s eyes were wide, her mouth watering.    Mim dipped the spoon into the dessert glass and held it under Lina’s nose. “Here it is, Lina. Your long-lost heart’s desire. I bet you thought you’d never see the likes of it again, hmm? It’s right here. Literally under your nose. You can’t possibly tell me you don’t want some.”    Lina was trembling all over now. She wanted to swipe the dessert glass from Mim’s hands and pound down its contents in in one gulp. Only some last vestige of restraint prevented her from doing so.    “I know what you’re doing!” shouted Lina. “And I won’t play along! You can’t make me beg for food!”    Mim held the spoon held it up to Lina's mouth, but Lina turned her face to the opposite side and pressed her lips tight even though at that moment she wanted the butterbell pudding more than anything else in the whole galaxy.    Mim continued to taunt her. She popped an overflowing spoonful of the creamy concoction into her own mouth and cooed rapturously. “So incredibly smooth,” she purred as she narrowed her eyelids in delight. “You’d better have some, Lina, before I eat the whole thing.”    Mim repeatedly gestured to Lina to offer some of the coveted dessert, and each time instead consumed a spoonful herself.    Minutes passed and somehow Lina still managed to remain steadfast.    But then her stomach rumbled once more and she began to feel desperately, wildly, excruciatingly ravenous. She was sure she was starving. She was sure she would crumble into dust at any moment. Unless…    At last, a single tear rolled down each of Lina’s cheeks. She began to sob softly. “Could I...could I just have a little bit, please?” she said in a tiny, helpless voice.    “I’m sorry, what was that?” teased Mim. “I couldn’t quite make it out. It almost sounded like you might have been asking for something. A little bit of my Gliesian butterbell pudding, maybe? Did I hear that right?”    The tearful Lina nodded meekly.    “I don’t know, Lina. I just don’t know. All this time we’ve spent here, and now you’re just going to give in?”    “What do you want from me?!” screeched Lina.    And so it had happened. The very thing that Lina had vowed to herself she would not let happen, had in fact happened: She had lost her composure completely.    “Remember: If you eat, you’re ours,” Mim reminded her. “Give in and eat our food, and you belong to Fatropolis. That was the wager.”    “Please! I can’t take this anymore! I need to eat something!” Lina pleaded.    “I don’t think you’re serious about this,” said Mim.    Lina felt immense anger and her immense rapacity surging inside her. She was sure she was going mad with hunger. She was breaking.    “You bitch!” Lina bellowed. “You absolute bitch!” She was infuriated by Mim's indifference, her resolute maliciousness, her arrogant smile. And Mim, for her part, continued to look on coolly, though it seemed she was doing her best to hide a smirk.    “That's not very nice, Lina,” Mim replied imperturbably. “And just for that, we'll tack on an extra 100 kayjees to your mandatory minimum weight.”    “No!” sobbed Lina. “No! Please! It isn’t fair! I'm sorry! Don't do this! It's not fair!”    “It doesn’t have to be this difficult, Lina. It’s never had to be this difficult. You know what you want. Stop putting up such a fuss.”    Lina was nearly hyperventilating. Her eyes were closed tight. “Please. I’m so hungry,” Lina said in a low, quiet, desperate voice. “Just make these hunger pangs go away. Please. I’m begging you.”    “Are you sure?” asked Mim.    “Please!” shouted Lina. “I’m sure! I’m sure! I need something to eat!”    “Be aware that you have asked for this of your own volition.”    At last Mim popped a spoonful of the pudding into Lina’s mouth. And quickly again another. And another.    She relinquished the dessert glass and the spoon to Lina and let her feed herself. Already Lina was simultaneously shoveling the dessert into her mouth and sobbing a deep sob of relief intermingled with defeat.    Lina looked down at the empty dessert glass ruefully, realizing what it meant for her.    Mim was beaming. “I told you that you’d take the first bite,” she gloated, kissing Lina on the forehead.    Mim was already linked to the kitchen again. “Bring our skinny young lady a sweet feast she’ll never forget. Chilled butterbell pods; triple-whipped butterbell mousse; butterbell shakes and butterbell cakes iced with butterbell frosting. Don’t skimp. If it’s butterbell she wants, then let’s pump our pretty little guest full of it. She’s worked up quite an appetite.”    “No! I can’t!” protested Lina. “I only wanted a taste! Don’t do this to me!”    Mim paid her no mind, but simply patted Lina’s belly as they waited for the robotic dessert cart to arrive.

Hello my darlings. So I know I haven't been on this in ages, but the reason I'm back is because in the last year or so I have lost around 4 stone and I absolutely hate it. I love being a fat little piggy eating all the nice sweet things. So I've came to the conclusion that I am gonna start gaining some weight. Will keep yahs updated in the process. If yous have any tips or ideas feel free to share some with me. ❤ Love yous all

Aww! Thank you! I hadn’t even eaten dinner yet... I stuffed myself so much yesterday—5,000 calories! I don’t think I’ve ever been so full and I’m suuuuper bummed I didn’t get any pictures! So full I passed out fast. Haha 😂

Damn, beat me to posting the stills from her rap video. Guess I'll post some fresh gifs.

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

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...

Love me some jiggles. Stay tuned for more!!

Plush and statuesque at the same time

'So what is this dice for?' Amara purred, tough finger tips picking up a twelve sided dice. 'Well, killer that one is mostly for berserkers, it's their hit die but it's for bigger weapons like great axes or great swords,' Lilith began explaining. It wasn't that Amara wasn't paying attention to the former Sirens' words as the red head explained how the extremely over complicated Bunkers and Badasses game was played. She'd been a nerd in her former life, although one far more impoverished than Lilith had been obviously, and could follow the rules pretty easily. But she was also playing a game of her own, one with far bigger stakes than just role playing. 'I think I'll be a ranger,' Amara decided, picking up a carefully painted model. 'Really? With the punching, a monk is what I'd have you figured for,' Lilith objected, through a mouth full of chocolate. 'I like the hunt, learning the habits of the prey, tracking it to its lair, finding the bait and then, striking,' The muscular Siren said, tensing her leg muscles to keep working her quads at all times. They were in Lilith's quarters, with B&B rule books and character sheets laid out. Amara had learned enough about it in her echo net dives to ask all the right leading questions, to get Lilith's mind focused away from her depowering and more importantly what she was eating. It was working, the depressed, shoulder slumped woman who'd walked into Moxxi's dive hole of a bar with her had become more chipper and giggly. A large box of chocolate covered cherries next to the red head, that Amara had claimed was for both of them, was already 3/4s empty despite the carb heavy appetizers that Lilith had consumed in Moxxi's. Depression can cause either a loss of or rise in appetite and the tan Siren's heart purred in happiness that Liith was in the later. 'So, is this what you did before you were a siren?' Amara asked her, adjusting how her vest sat just enough to show off her excellent rack to keep the question from being depressing. She'd noticed Lilith glance a couple times and although her dating history was previously only men, no one was that straight. Lilith's eyes widened at it and Amara knew she'd almost hit a nerve, reminding the red head that she wasn't the all powerful Firehawk anymore. But the bottle of champagne was tempering the redhead's mood. It turned out that Lilith was quite the light weight, given that she was a 120 lbs soaking wet not a surprise. Her arms were delicate tooth picks, her legs graceful and nimble but without muscle or fat, her hips wide only in comparison to her tiny waist. Excellent breasts though, perfect DDs that would be fake on someone else but that Amara could tell were real just by the way they pushed at Lilith's shirt. 'Twice a week. I rarely had time after becoming a vault Hunter and then the fire hawk and then leader of the Crimson Raiders,' the red head admitted, sipping cola from a cup and taking another chocolate, 'everything was always onto the next crisis and there were only a few times I could play.' Twice a week? And if she ate like that and drank that much soda and ate that many sweets each time, she must have been a regular butter ball. Oh Gods of Partali, to see that slim hour glass return to its dumpy, lumpy destiny... 'You should organize a game here,' Amara insisted, 'you've got the time now and while we're fighting the calypso twins, there's some off time between planets.' 'I don't know, it seems kind of wrong to do it while the galaxy is in crisis,' Lilith said, 'I feel I should do more...but it's not like I can...Ugh, I should have teleported away or set the twins on fire...' 'It's easy for sirens to get cocky. I almost got killed on my first drug den bust,' Amara said, remembering the first time she'd been hit with a shot gun blast to the sternum, 'but you've got me at your back. When we find the twins again I'll kick their asses hard enough you get your powers back. Until then, well...think of it like any other injury. This is time for recovery. Think of it like a vacation.' 'A vacation? Running an intergalactic resistance is a vacation?' Lilith snorted, taking another drink. 'Compared to 24/7 gun fights? Of course it is,' Amara insisted, 'take some time to yourself, put things in perspective, get some sleep. You look run down.' 'I feel run down, it's like I don't have any energy since I lost my tats,' Lilith said, stroking the arm that had previously glowed blue while chewing her twenty first chocolate cherry, 'I can barely drag myself out of bed.' 'Best to sleep in then. Now, tell me if this character sheet is right...,' Amara told her, sliding across the sheaf of papers full of math that were somehow a dangerous archer and tracker. 'Hmm, everything seems right. Are you sure deceitful is the best thing to take on a martial character?' Lilith asked, squinting a little at the numbers in the poor light, 'are you gonna...*hic* are you gonna lie to the goblins you won't shoot them...*hic*' Was her eye sight, corrected by her siren powers, already falling back to the 120/20 it had been? Amara's always steady heart beat thundered a little faster, picturing Lilith with coke-bottle specs and then adding in a hundred pounds of geeky nerd blubber. The thought set her panties damp, but it didn't distract her from swapping out the emptied chocolate cherries with another fresh set while Lilith looked at them. The redhead picked up another one immediately, not even noticing the switch just like she hadn't noticed the first one. 'Oh I'm sure it will be quite useful,' Amara purred, mind whirring through ideas. A frequent game of B&B would require Lilith to spend a lot of time writing. Which meant a lot of time on her butt, which would mean a lot of time around snacks. The ex-siren was getting increasingly boozed up and as soon as she passed out, the muscular Amara was going to seed this room with candy. Lilith wouldn't be able to turn her head without seeing chocolate in front of her and was already a relapsing chocoholic. 'Well, if you're sure,' Lilith said, eating another one and then taking another drink of champagne, 'ohh, this is getting to me...' 'Might be a good idea to hit the hay then,' Amara purred, 'do you need help getting to bed?' 'I think I can still make it fifteen feet...whoa,' Lilith tried to deny, only for her unsteady legs to give out beneath her, the booze hitting her harder than expected. Amara snapped her up in a bridal carry, which let Lilith's puffy, bloated, taut stomach press against the browner woman's sensitive chest. Already the Siren was thrilled at the contrast, Lilith so pale and delicate, barley nto giving into despair while she was so dark and mighty, powers sky rocketing...and the redhead's tummy was full of fattening goodies. At least two thousand calories worth not counting the two bottles of champagne she'd knocked back, she really must have been a piglet pre-siren powers to not notice the three boxes of chocolate she'd eaten. 'Here, let me help you get changed into pajamas,' Amara insisted, gently placing Lilith onto the bed. 'Sounds good...man you're strong,' Lilith giggled, pinching Amara's steely bicep, 'how are you so buff?' 'Dedication,' Amara said, opening up Lilith's drawers to see mostly lingerie. A lot of lingerie. Black and lacy. Red and lacy. White and lacy. Thongs. Crotch less. Corsets. Bustiers. Under wires. Fuzzy handcuffs. 'Someone has excellent taste,' Amara chuckled, 'but that's for later.' She got Lilith into pajama bottoms, the pale, bloated belly making them not meet her t-shirt. Amara vowed that if she had her way, it never would again. 'Thanks,' Lilith gurgled as Amara tucked her in, edging the blankets tight around the temporarily slim outline of Lil's body against the cold of space, 'this was a fun night...we should do it again...keeps my mind off things...' 'I'll consider that an invitation,' Amara purred, kissing her on the forehead, 'You know I've always admired you. Killing Handsome Jack, opening those vaults...' 'It must be...must be hard to do that now...,' Lilith murmured sleepily, 'now I'm just weak, weak like I used to be...' 'Oh Lilith, I can admire that too,' Amara said, 'I'll admire everything you become.' '...thanks...,' the redhead drifted off with a smile on her face, 'say could you leave some of those chocolates?' Amara's grin was a terrible thing, the smile a deer saw as something orange and black sprang from the bushes. 'You can count on it,' the Tiger smiled. ..... Of course, not all hunts can be successful. Hunting down Moze and Lilith, frail and under fed, was easy for Amara. Child's play to get them started on the path to obesity. Moze was doing so willingly and Lilith had lost her very identity with her fire hawk powers leaving, collapsing back towards the timid, chunky nerd she'd been. Stalking them was easy, pinning them easy, they were an underfed bear cub and a lost hawk chic after all and Amara was a tiger. But it turned out that her choice target, the six foot five by six foot five square of blubber, fat, lard, tonnage and dough named Ellie was a well fed elephant with its ears up and it's tusks out. 'Amara, this is a little weird, but I can't help but feel you're trying to butter me up,' Ellie said, munching through a biscuit that was mostly butter. Amara had burned some more of her cash digi-structing enough biscuits to feed the entire crew. 'Butter you up?' Amara asked, 'I have no idea what you mean, elegant jewel of the desert, Queen of the innermost desires. I would never butter up someone with such divinely inspired beauty as you.' 'You see, you keep using these big ole words around me,' Ellie said, munching another biscuit, the lard hula hoop of her chins flapping, 'and it kinda feels like you're wanting to...what's that word Ma uses...' They were in Sanctuary IIIs hanger, where the Raider's so far paltry, cobbled together set of vehicles was located. Most of the crew was asleep and Amara, so far two for two, was going for three to three that night. Surely the vast lard ball, who's humped, immense shoulders had more dough upon them than several bakeries, who's titanic Tatas defied basic physics and biology, who's mattress gut was so vast it had swallowed her hips and upper thighs, would be up for an immediate feeding and fucking session. 'Yes, oh pillowy empress of my heart?' Amara said, nearly drooling. 'What was it, Subvert, Survive, nah, Seduce! That's it, seduce me!' The ridiculously rotund redneck rasped. 'Seduce, why Ellie, I mean someone as beautiful as you isn't seduced, they are worshipped, knelt before, sacrificed for,' Amara said in mock offense. 'Oh that's good,' the direct mechanic nodded, finger deep folds forming in her chin fat, 'it'd be awful silly.' 'Oh? Just um, why would it be silly?' Amara asked, feeling a pit open in her stomach. 'Cause I'm straight hon,' Ellie laughed. Straight. Straight. Straight. A loud 'crack' sounded as the back of the chair Amara had been leaning on broke in her fist. 'So, you don't like girls...,' Amara managed through clenching teeth. 'Well, as people but not all, what's the word, romancically,' Ellie said. 'Apologies, I...need to go,' the Siren said, hurrying away. 'What a strange girl,' Ellie shrugged, sending a minor-tit quake wobbling through her shirt, 'damn good biscuit cook though for how scrawny she is.' .... Amara found herself back in Moxxi's bar, nursing a carbonated mineral water, the hardest thing she drank. It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair at all. The fattest woman she'd ever seen, the fattest woman she'd ever heard of would never want her? It would be enough to make you use a New-U station to change gender but Amara, while depressed wasn't that desperate. 'Damn, damn, damn,' she muttered, draining the mineral water and motioning for another. 'You're knocking those things back pretty hard, Sugar,' Moxxi hummed, appearing at the bar with another bottle of fizzy water, 'if these were anything else I serve I think we'd be using the New-U station.' 'Had a bit of a disapointment tonight,' the Siren admitted. 'Heh, get to my age and you have a lot,' the artificially un aging Moxxi laughed, flashing pearly teeth and inflated tits at her sole patron. Amara was depressed and dispirited, finding a foe that she couldn't beat no matter her glorious muscles. And she was a chubby chaser extraordinaire. But a nice set of E cups was a nice set of E cups and she rose to the occasion, eyes going from her new bottle to Moxxi's chest and noticing the heart tattoo on it. The same tattoo that was on Ellie's ZZish cups, if not nearly as distended. 'Sorry to stare but, that tattoo it seems familiar...,' Amara brought up. 'I put them out there for people to stare at, Sugar,' the overly dolled up seductress said with a giggle that didn't befit a woman pushing sixty, even though she looked twenty five, 'don't like to talk about it much, but it's a clan tat from Pandora, Hodunk tribe. I wasn't always so sophisticated.' 'Oh, was Ellie in the same tribe?' Amara asked, 'I hate to bring up someone else but I'd noticed she had the same one.' 'We both were, until I busted us out,' Moxxi remembered, 'back in my gunfighter days. I wasn't going to let my daughter get caught up in that life.' 'Oh...oh,' the depressed Siren's brain lit up. Moxxi, bizarre as it appeared, was Ellie's mother. Ellie was the size of a house. Ellie got half her genetics from Moxxi. People got fat because of their genetics. QED, Moxxie could get as far as Ellie. 'Say Moxxi, I made a mistake ordering some gun mods on the echo-net,' Amara purred, blatantly staring into the spectacular cleavage before her, imagining it growing and growing and growing, 'and the digi-structor made some chocolate to me. I only eat grilled meat, vegetables and fruit, you wouldn't mind coming back to my quarters and getting it with me, would you?' 'Well Sugar, I'm pretty busy, but I think I can lock up,' Moxxi said, looking around the otherwise empty bar. If Husband number 8 happened to have an excellent pair of Tits, who cared. The hyper promiscuous Moxxi had done far worse. She was just happy that despite being a couple years past thirty, her fantastic figure still had it. Fighting off her Hodunk fat genes was always hard, but it was glad Amara appreciated the effort. She was sure to burn off any couple pieces of chocolate the brown skinned Siren fed her anyway... .... 'Is it not strange that this is the second woman Amara has led into her bed room this evening?' FL4K asked Claptrap, the pair of robots playing a card game in the crew area. 'Ya got me, the meat people always act so weird around each other,' Claptrap shrugged, 'not appreciating dub step, eating animal carcasses and drinking solvent. You know one of them once told me I was annoying!' 'I cannot imagine why,' the beast master said, setting down his cards to reveal 5 aces, 'what does this combination of cards mean?' 'Oh,' Claptrap said, looking up from a 2, a 5, an 8, a ten and a joker, all from different houses, 'well that's the worst possible combination...'

This pic explains every pound...😁😍

Lost 40 some pounds...she'll never keep it off.

the growth won't stop Latest pics

Donuts and Jiggles! 🐷

Recent photo posts via Twitter/Instagram. Cos-playing as "Cara Dune" from the upcoming live-action Star Wars television series, "The Mandalorian", at Grand Rapids Comic Con.

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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.

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.

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!

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.

My dream?! Sit around all day in hot lingerie and heels eating sweets while you work to get me fatter 💖💖💋

Well the play is finally over! Here's a few of my costumes for you to enjoy 😘 It looks like Bikini and Chocolate Cake got the most votes so stay tuned Monday for the long awaited video! Thanks so much for waiting xo Much love xo

From chubby to supersize!