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Going to go house sit this week. Lots of laying around and eating good food again lol I wonder how much i'll gain this time I love my new, wider hips. They make me look like i have a bigger butt lol which i kinda of do. I wish more of my gaining would go in the trunk lol

I took a trip to the hot springs today. I was completely nude but for curvage I put on my panties and bra to give you guys a peek into my session. I am soaking wet and rubbing my luscious curves all over. I am very vocal in this video and you can see every stretch mark, pucker and ripple on my body in the natural light...FYI this video is being uploaded tonight ❤️

thought i'd post a pic of me the summer before starting college for comparison purposes

And another one for good measure.

I love not having class on friday - my belly is so full and bloated right now that I can hardly move, but it's ok because I have no classes to get to😉😂 peep me currently laying in bed with my insanely huge belly also, genuinely curious - if any of you know, based on the pics in this thread, what body shape am I - im thinking in terms of like pear/apple/hourglass/rectangle/etc. usually people have a set body shape that remains the same even with weight changes. just curious bc I honestly can't tell

Ohhhh Guys I missed you. Let me show you my proof😜🥰😘

Currently lounging and polishing off a pie (I mean are you even a feedee if you don’t treat a pie as a single serving?!) 😍😍 Just wanted to share a quick pic of me looking rounder than ever after stuffing myself with desserts last night... a habit I’ve apparently dragged into today haha. Furgsturg’s question got me thinking about goals for the next year and while I have general weight gain goals (like filling that large seat will probably take longer than a year, even with my fast gaining), I’ve got a few more goals that are more within my reach... the main two are to have hips wide enough to touch both sides of my tub— I’m close ish but due to buoyancy I’ve got to get probably a solid four more inches of under-water width, and the other goal is to have my belly touch the bed while I sit on it... like that my belly can hang down between my legs to whatever surface I’m seated on?? Just to be that soft and flabby seems... absolutely delightful. Especially after feeling so round and packed firm these days. Do you have any goals in mind you’d like to see me reach?

I've got a spare tire now lol

I’d like to introduce you to my girlfriend, who has been putting on some weight over the past year. Around 50 pounds worth. We would love to hear what you all think.

I can still enter my bathroom without turning sideways. Make your bets for how long 😅

Oh I’m such a gluttonous brat! 😍😍😍

Hot Springs Fatty Rubs All Over Herself Soaking Wet video pending approval ❤️ ready??

https://www.closerweekly.com/posts/jennifer-love-hewitt-and-son-atticus-go-grocery-shopping-photos/

who doesn't love a good 'ol transformation tuesday?? may not be a huuge difference, but it's also only been like 3 weeks between pics

Hi Thought id put all my photos so far in here and make this a place to talk! Also... the last couple photos are from my new video waiting for approval ❤️

Enjoy I'll try to update more the first pic is March 24,2018 This pic is November 20, 2019

hiya! how has your weekend been? i've been kinda lazy except for a trip to the grocery store for yummy things to stuff myself with 😅 i've been maintaining 219 lbs for a few days and it's making me impatient!! i want to keep growing so i've been drinking lots of milkshakes filled with serious mass powder to make them extra-fattening....and taking a few pics along the way to share with you! thanks for supporting me on my journey to getting absolutely massive 😇 enjoy xox

I'm a mountain of fat 🐷🙊❤

She just uploaded this 😍

I’ll be your little balloon 🎈

Stuffed into a really tight dress 😂😂😂

update: finished the donuts and went to taco bell after to top it all off!

A few during-now pictures of my gain. What do you think?

looking like a gaining goddess~ Overjoyed, over fed, and getting so fat!

Hello! It's a celebration day here in Italy and guess what? It's the perfect occasion to eat a lot of delicious food with the people you love ❤️ I am exploding lol

Here's another recent video find...

We appreciate all the comments everyone. Here’s another little pic for you.(Or maybe big pic) She’s having a lazy morning.

😍🥰

I’ve got back to back Christmas parties starting tonight (ummmm bottomless chocolate lava cake, I’m coming for you.) and I guess it’s got me in a bit of a festive mood, so please enjoy these quick shots of me in front of my Christmas tree!

went to dunkin' donuts for breakfast and got six delicious donuts and a sandwich. Inhaled three of the donuts and the sandwich on the way to the mall but I feel so full and idk if i'll be able to finish the other three on the way back. what do you think? can I fit three more??

I'm not sure where this came from but I can't stop watching it 😍

Most recently, Jennifer performed on SNL. Among the interesting moments-a close look at her beautiful Breasts, the sight of her ass in black leather pants, a small tummy (photo) in one of the dresses and hot sports movements. But I was not particularly attracted, I expected more. I mean, Jennifer has a great figure, but I thought that would be more of an emphasis. Given her recent Striptease-I thought the topic of strippers would pop up in one of the rooms. But alas!

Sunday funday!! Can't wait to go out and eat!! Starting my morning with coffee and lots of 🍩 Donuts 🍩!! What should I have for lunch and dinner??

New video out today at http://nothingbutcurves.com/

Hope you’re enjoying a cozy sunday! ☺️ I’m preparing for another week with fatty foods and at least two new videos for you this upcoming week ❤️ If you still haven’t checked out my before & after-video, you can do it here:

Vigil Held For London Bridge Attack Victims (12/02/19): General Election 2019: Britain's Conservative PM Johnson Campaigns (12/02/19):

Here are some more recent photo finds... Boris Johnson Visits Scene Of Yesterday's London Bridge Attack As Investigations Continue (11/30/19):

Naomi in another one of her Friday streams. Double has become almost permanent. Woah!!

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Chapter 11- Reckoning (Part 4 of 5) The night had flown by. After their dinner, Claire opted to forgo studying in order to share more time with her fiancée before she had to return to her dorm and get some rest before her exam in the morning. They’d stumbled from bar to bar and each gotten far more drunk than either of them intended to. It was spontaneous. Claire was in rare form and so was Paul. It was fun. Throughout their whirlwind of activity over the course of the night there had been an almost electric energy bouncing between them. They’d each certainly wanted sex, but Claire’s impending exam prevented them from committing to a whole night together. They had to settle for some passionate make-out sessions at every other bar they’d attended, but frankly it had still been a pretty damn good night. It was around midnight, when Paul began to slowly and drunkenly lumber back up the steps of his apartment. His gut felt like it just might burst with how much food and beer he’d consumed, and to make things worse his legs were killing him, and his feet were sore too. Not only had he walked Claire back to her dorm, they’d also danced together at two of the bar’s they’d attended. As much as he loved the girl, keeping up with Claire for the whole night had been exhausting and his new dress shoes certainly didn’t help. He should have broken them in first before wearing them for such an extended period of time. He felt like he was getting a blister on his left heel. Apart from his physical fatigue, Paul felt far better than he had at the same time the previous night. He’d been tossing and turning, his mind had been plagued by a skull-numbing headache, and constant thoughts of Claire and Emma were driving his positively insane. He much preferred feeling exhausted, bloated, sweaty and gross. All he wanted to do was take a piss, maybe a shower, and go to bed. While he edged closer to the top of the steps, going slow enough to make sure he didn’t lose his breath, he sincerely hoped that Emma was already asleep. He’d mustered a lot of courage tonight and he felt positive he’d exhausted his scant reserves. He didn’t want to face his former feedee. Not right now. While a part of him was confident he’d made the right choice tonight, he couldn’t shake a lagging guilt in the back of his mind that he’d betrayed the devote affection of his feedee. Turning his key and entering his apartment, Paul’s drunken eyes widened while being greeted to the largest mess he’d ever scene. Hurricane Emma had stuck pretty damn hard. It was certainly quite the parting gift. Everything that wasn’t nailed down was apparently thrown into an improper place. Pillows from the couch lay scattered across the floor, the remote to the TV was smashed on the carpet a few steps from Paul’s feet and even some pots and pans from the kitchen littered the ground outside Emma’s closed door. While he entered his apartment a little further, that’s when he noticed all the trash.. He counted no less than eleven beer cans littered around the coffee table and the couch. Empty bags of chips lay on the carpet and even in the kitchen area. Two empty pizza boxes lay in the sink on top of what appeared to be two cooking trays, a few messy plates, two pans and a dozen smashed eggshells. On the kitchen table there were three separate ketchup stained plates littered with banana peels and apple carcasses, five large empty Oreo packages, an empty jug of whole-milk, numerous crumbled up butter wrappers, and six empty bags of gummy worms. On the floor under the kitchen table, Paul spotted two small bottles of ketchup completely empty along with bones from what appeared to be a full order of ribs. Breadcrumbs adorned the top of the microwave. An empty egg carton lay on the stovetop. The trash can was filled to capacity with an assortment of empty frozen dinners, and ice cream containers. There was even a pair of scissors stabbed into the wall near the bathroom. Paul spotted Emma’s sweatpants laying by the fridge, so he stepped closer. Upon opening the fridge, he was amazed to see that its insides were the only objectively clean space in his whole apartment. Emma had eaten everything. Literally everything. The milk carton was sucked dry, the condiments had been drained completely, all of his fruit was gone, the leftovers were gone, the snacks were gone.. She’d consumed everything without care for propriety or consequence. In the back of Paul’s mind, he longed to see the fattened beast which had performed this mammoth feast, but he knew warning signs when he saw them. This wasn’t just the determined stuffing of a feedee. This was something else. Emma must have heard the news about him and Claire. Looking to his side Paul could clearly see that Emma’s door was closed, that meant she was sleeping. He wouldn’t disturb her. Even though he really wanted to see her, she was probably in no mood to see him. Gathering what strength of will he had remaining, Paul pushed his worries about Emma aside and went to the bathroom to take care of business. While he was peeing, he noted that a few more beer cans and an empty box of donuts littered the tub. Maybe Emma had taken a bath and fed herself some dessert in the process. It was a sound theory considering her tank top was hanging from the showerhead. How much had she eaten? How big had she become? From the size of her mess, she had to be more massively stuffed than Paul had ever managed to get her on his own, and that was saying something. Even the thought of Emma that big stirred some strong unwanted feelings within him below his belt. It didn’t matter. Once Paul was finished, he grabbed Emma’s trash from the bathroom and tossed it in the overflowing garbage. He could fantasize about Emma when he went to bed, right now he needed to take a shower, he stunk. He’d sweated like a pig tonight in his new suit. Carefully taking it off and hanging it up in the bathroom, Paul entered the shower and treated himself to an indulgently warm experience. It felt good to let the steam envelop him, although he noticed he was having a distinct problem standing still. Either his legs were more exhausted than he’d previously thought, or the alcohol was still hitting him. Once he was all clean and rinsed off, Paul grabbed a towel and quickly wrapped it around his waist. He probably should have gotten clothes to change into before getting into the shower, but since Emma was asleep it didn’t really matter anyway. Yawning ever so gently, Paul walked down the narrow hallway to his room. The old hardwood floor creaked loudly with every step. It hadn’t done that when he’d been lighter, but he was determined not to think about his own weight problems. It only served to depress him. He was intent on getting to sleep. However, before he grabbed the handle to his bedroom door he froze in an excited, but slightly fearful shock. Emma’s massive panties were hanging from his doorknob. Rather than stop and ponder what this could mean, he quickly opened the door to his room and turned the lights on. He was treated to a surprise his eyes were desperately hoping to see. Atop his bed, a naked whale snored softly. Emma’s irreparably engorged figure lay sprawled out in an ‘X’ shape. Her body was monument to her unabashed gluttony. She was so stuffed her belly descended outward from her body, completely blocking her face from his vision from his current perspective. Was it really possible for her to be as wide around her middle as she was tall?? It certainly looked that way to Paul’s drunken eyes, but then again, he did have a biased perspective. He marveled silently at her belly. She’d probably immobilized herself from her eating tonight. He wouldn’t be able to make her leave his bed if he tried. So, what should he do? Should he sleep next to her in his own bed? Should he go to her room and sleep in her bed? Should he wake her and learn what the hell she was thinking? She was completely naked, although normally there was some room for doubt in that regard, because her fat typically fully enveloped her panties. However, that wasn’t the case tonight because her panties were on his doorknob and her legs were spread widely apart while she snoozed. What the hell had she been thinking? Paul wanted to know, as he curiously walked over to the side of his bed. He was many things in this moment. He was confused as to why she was in his room. He was also completely enamored with how gloriously fat and stuffed she’d managed to make herself. Her face, her arms, her chest, her belly, her hips, her butt, her thighs, her calves.. Every part of her was woefully obese. Without thinking, Paul appreciatively placed his hand on her belly. Her normally soft fat felt firm as a rock with how tightly packed she’d been able to load herself up with food. While he played with her stomach, and even gently prodded it to watch it jiggle, Emma’s soft encumbered snores grew more humming and appreciative. Looking at how happy she appeared in her sleep, Paul decided on a course of action. He wanted to get some answers. So, he decided to wake Emma up with a more intense shake of her belly. It only took a moment for Paul to achieve his desired outcome. “*Buuurrrrpp!!*” Emma awoke with a thunderous belch that reeked of beer and tequila. Strange, he hadn’t found a bottle of tequila anywhere. Paul watched, as Emma groggily blinked her eyes, adjusting to the light, and then focused her curious gaze on him and burst with a big smile, “Pauuul! Didn’t thinkk I’d sssee youu tonight.” She sounded drunk as fuck. He knew he was pretty wasted at the moment too, but Emma didn’t need to know that. Trying to speak as properly as possible, Paul responded, “What are you.. what are you doing?” “I dunno.. but I can’t movee.. I thinks I ate’ss too muchh.. *Urrpp!*” Emma gleefully recounted with a smaller burp, as she winked at Paul and continued, “Hmhm! I’vee been suchh a good piggyyy!” “She told youu? She told you, didn’t she?” Paul questioned hoping he wouldn’t have to break the news to Emma while she was in such a vulnerable state. He had a solemn concern in his voice for Emma’s feelings. “Shee told everybodyy..” Emma pouted pretending not to care, “Soo, where is the fiancée? I figur’d you’d be off getting lucky tonight.” “She has an exam tomorrow morning so.. she’s staying on campus.” Paul slowly explained trying not to slur his words, as he felt a wave of relieve overcome him. It would have been awkward if she didn’t know he was engaged, and he’d had to inform her. Although, now he was deeply concerned why Emma was lying naked in his bed piss drunk. What if he’d brought Claire home with him tonight? How would she have reacted to this?? His first instinct was to get a little pissed at Emma, her stupid choice could have ruined everything. Yet looking at her now, he was more overwhelmed with pity. She seemed quite sad, and he knew why. Trying to maintain a normal tone despite the abnormal situation, Paul added, “but she’ll be over.. tomorrow night.” “Bee honesttt.. Youu can tell mee if youu two lovebugss had sex at the restaurant. *Buurrp!* I can keep a secret.” Emma belched, as her voice grew more inquisitive and higher in pitch, “You did Clairee-bearr in the bathroom didn’t youu??” “What makes you think.. we would do that?” Paul cautiously wondered out loud trying not to betray the extent of his own drunkenness, while part of him wished he and Claire had done something like that. Although it wasn’t something Claire would probably ever do because of her strong moral conscious. “It’s what I would have donee if I was in her shoess.” Emma purred rather seductively, as her tubby arms clutched the sides of her soft stomach fat and pressed against herself until she belched again, “*UUrrp!* Assuming I wasn’t too FAT to fit in one of thosee bathroom stallsss.” “You would have fit.” Paul noted with an amused smile, “Barely.” “Ha.” Emma blushed enjoying Paul’s little acknowledgement of how enlarged she’d managed to bloat herself tonight. Although, she seemed to get annoyed with something he said because she scrunched up her face before uttering her next sentence, “It’ss bullssshit shee didn’t fuck youu right then and theree. It’ss not right.” “Are youu okay?” Paul wondered with concern overflowing from his voice. “Peachyy, whyyy?” Emma lied, as she tried to keep a stiff upper lip. “Cause you.. look sad.” Paul pointed out, while Emma seemed unable to refute his accusation. “I might havee been crying, a littlee bit, jusst a lil when I heard the newss, but I swear most of the tearss were tears of joy for you two dummies.” Emma tried to convincingly express, as she added, “I’m happy for youu guyss. I reallyy am. Honestlyy.” “Most of the tears?” Paul questioned, while he sat down next to Emma’s belly and did his best not to stare at her exposed, fat-engorged breasts, as he stared into her chubby face. “Shut up.” Emma bit her lip to hold in her sad feelings, and did her best to change the subject, “Soo tell mee about everything?? Will youu?” “Well, I proposed.. just how I always wanted to.” Paul answered seeing the pain in Emma’s eyes. “Haha, I knew it.” Emma commented, as Paul didn’t really react. “Claire’s going to move in this summer.” Paul continued explaining, while Emma looked at him with her complete attention, “If she takes enough.. classes in the summer and manages to get her internship to count for credit, she’ll have enough credits to.. *Ahem* graduate by August.” “August?? She’s trying to graduatee a full year eearly?” Emma nearly gasped with a little feigned surprise. “She is. She wants to get married in Sseptember.” Paul finished his thought and was a little pissed with himself that he’d slurred the very last word. As if picking up that he was a little tipsy, Emma sent him a cruel looking smile. “Damn Paulll better watch out. She’s gonna want kidss from you prettyy soon!” Emma teased, as Paul tried not to give Emma the satisfaction of getting him riled up. “Haha, hopefully not too soon.” Paul slowly spoke trying to measure his response, “She said your parents would either pay for a down payment on a house as a wedding gift or pay for the whole honeymoon, so we are looking into some cruises.” “Sounds likee sooo muchh fun.” Emma enthused in a very gleefully fake tone. “It will be.” Paul assured her, while he looked over his woefully encumbered feedee, “What are your plans?” “At the moment.. I’vee onlyy got short term plans..” Emma tipsily revealed proudly, as she playfully grasped her belly, “I’m gonna keep stuffing myselff everydayy, until my bellyy bloats so big and tight that I can’t bend overr.” “You’re going to keep gaining?” Paul questioned with interest. Emma looked intoxicated by her own gluttony. He wondered if it was just the alcohol or the fact that Emma had become wholly consumed by her pursuit of the feedee fetish. “How am I goingg to stop? Paulll, my tonguee constantly craves the taste of sugar. My mouth loves the feeling of being filled with bulky sustenance. My throat only feels satisfied when I’m swallowing obscene amounts of food. And my bellyy is only at peace when I’ve eaten soo muchh that I can’t stand up. I think I.. I think I hate not feeling full.” “You just wanna feel stuffed 24/7?” Paul echoed with much more than a modicum of respect in his voice. “Like a turkey on thanksgiving.” Emma sweetly cooed, as she struggled to sit upward before her giant belly inevitably thwarted her, “I don’t *ugh* wanna stop Paulll.” “You’re going to need help.” Paul noted, while he enjoyed watching Emma struggle to sit upward. “I’ll find someone.” Emma grunted, as she made eye contact with Paul, “They’re out there.” “You’re not using tinder again, are you?” Paul judgingly questioned, while he spotted Emma’s phone on his nightstand, next to a half empty bottle of tequila, and grabbed the phone. “Heyy! Don’t touch that!” Emma grunted, as she tried to reach for Paul, but he inched out of her way. Her pudgy arms didn’t have that long of range. He unlocked Emma’s phone, originally intending on deleting her tinder app, until his eyes caught a notification that she had a message from Claire. While Emma drunkenly yammered on about him invading her privacy. He decided to see what the two women in his life had been talking about tonight. Emma went through his phone all the time anyway. To his surprise, the conversation he read got more and more interesting as he scrolled to earlier in the day. The first texts he saw were a picture of the ring on Claire’s finger and a message that he’d proposed. Emma had responded that she was happy for Claire and Claire had then asked Emma if she’d known that he was going to propose tonight. This peaked Paul’s curiosity. Why would Claire think Emma had advanced knowledge of his plan? Had Emma said something?? Paul scrolled through the conversation and found the first text Claire had sent Emma today. She’d asked Emma if she knew if Villa di Roma was a fancy place. Emma replied that it was indeed fancy, and that Claire should dress her best. Emma also added that she’d heard that the dessert was to die for, and that Claire would regret not trying it, for the rest of her life. The next few texts were pictures of dresses that Claire wanted Emma’s opinion on, but the final texts, before the ones Paul had read first, were ones by Emma reiterating how great the dessert was at Villa di Roma and how happy Claire would be if she ordered some for herself. “You fat little weasel..” Paul muttered, while Emma stopped her rambling and realized what Paul must have read. Paul turned to her and burst almost vengefully, “You guessed my plan? And you wanted me to choose Claire?? Why did you do that and how did you know??” “You’re predictable.” Emma guiltily muttered knowing that she’d have to come clean. “And Claire? You tried to trick her into ordering dessert.” Paul pointed out almost unable to believe the apparent altruism Emma had demonstrated today. “I had a lot of timee to think todayy.. Aand I don’t thinkk it’s possible to love two people Paul. I think you love Claire-bear and you love your fetish. And that’s what I am to youu.” Emma pointed out in a vulnerable, but matter-of-fact kind of way. “Emma, you’re not just some fetish object to me..” Paul insisted, while he gazed over the rounded fat body of his helplessly stuffed feedee. “I know that dummy! I’m keeping it simple.” Emma muttered quickly, slurring her words, “I had your fetishh on my side, and Claire didn’t, and yet you sstill couldn’t pick me over her. If she indulged your fetish, the scales of your lovee would tip in her favor for suree.” “What are you blabbering about?” Paul responded, while a mix of appreciation and anger fought for control inside his heart. “I was your fantasy, and she is your reality. You’re love for me is.. like a dream. A reallyy good dream, but still.. dreams ain’t real.” Emma rephrased to make sure Paul understood. “It means a lot to me that you tried to push Claire into ordering dessert.” Paul responded thankfully, while he controlled his urge to chastise her. He could have argued with Emma’s logic, he certainly didn’t feel the same way about it, but there was no point. He felt in his heart that his feelings for her had been real. Fantasy or not, to Paul, that was all that mattered. But he’d made his choice, he’d picked Claire, and there was no backing out now. Even if, in the moment, he was feeling conflicted about his actions. “I wanted what’s best for you.. both of you.. even if that means I don’t get what I want..” Emma insisted, as she looked at Paul with a distinct glare of regret in her eyes, “But I will miss what we have.. I’m gonna miss you.. A lot.” “I’ll miss you too.” Paul admitted, while he felt an uncomfortable burning sensation deep inside him. Maybe it was guilt, maybe it was some feeling of self-hatred, maybe it was the reality hitting him that he’d just given up Emma. He didn’t want it to end this way. He felt he needed to ask, “No regrets though right?” “Umm.. maybe one..” Emma blushed, as he noticed a tear fall down the side of her chubby cheek. Paul tilted his head in curiosity. His body still felt like crap, but there was a flutter of nervous excitement in the pit of his stomach for some reason. Maybe it was the alcohol. “One? What is it?” Paul asked, while he watched Emma continue to lay helplessly on his bed. “No. It’s not really appropriate.” Emma shook her chubby face and broke eye contact. “Just tell me. Whatever we are, we’re still a bit more than friends. So.. It’s okay.” Paul assured her, while he put both hands on her belly and affectionally gave her a gentle rub. Her uneasy smile seemed to relax. It looked like she had something important to say. “I’m really miffed we never got to do one last.. roleplay session. As feeder and feedee..” Emma cautiously admitted with a nervous glimmer in her eye that Paul couldn’t remember seeing before. “You’re still hung up on that big scenario you won’t tell me about?” Paul inquired, while his curiosity peaked, and Emma nodded her chubby face as best she could. “Since this is our last night together.. Would you maybe wanna..” Emma earnestly began to beg, as Paul saw through her request right away. So that’s why she’d parked her obese butt in his bed tonight. He should have been furious, but that’s not how he felt at all. He actually felt, relief. “If you want me to roleplay with you.. one last time..” Paul cautiously answered, while the alarm in his head, telling him how improper it was to even contemplate something like this, was swiftly ignored. He wasn’t over Emma, he knew that. He could feel that. They needed closure to their feeding relationship and perhaps this could serve as it. Changing his tone to a more interested and authoritative demand, Paul continued, “you have to tell me what you have in mind before I decide if I want go through with it.” “Fine, but no judging.” Emma reminded him, while she accepted his response with a worried look on her face. “Of course.” Paul nearly chuckled at Emma’s apparent nervous embarrassment. What the heck was she hiding? “No really, this isn’t like the other ones. It’s a little extremee. I don’t want you to..” Emma began to ramble, while Paul decided to put a stop to it. “It’s fine Emma, just tell me.” Paul assured her with a lustful squeeze of her gut. “Okay. Well..” Emma sighed, while her chubby cheeks blushed, “So.. My character is a former cheerleader.. or something like that.. kinda a dumb vain bimbo. And your character is a chunky, out-of-shape nerd who I rejected back in high school and used to tease because of your size..” Paul didn’t know exactly how to feel about this set up so far, but he silently let her continue with his full attention. “It’s been a few years since high school, but a few months ago we bumped into each other again and.. you captured me, against my will, to get your revenge. You kept me locked up for months until you were done working your magic..” Emma seductively recounted, while she seemed to relish in her perverse imagination, “You see you used my dumbness against me, brainwashed me, kept me drunk, high, and confused, while you stuffed me and fed me all kinds of unhealthy and fattening foods.” Paul was all ears now. “You wanted me to equate eating with being horny. You wanted me to turn into your own personal obedient piggy slut and.. I have..” Emme purred with a tone of pure exhilaration, while she locked eyes with Paul and continued, “I’ve even developed a bad case of Stockholm syndrome for you. I’ll do anything you say. All I want is to pleasure you, because giving you pleasure is what gives me pleasure.. You’ve got so much power over me that tonight.. you’re even willing to let me tie you up and lick my dessert off your naked body like the slutty pig I truly am.. I’m already so horny that I want to pleasure myself right here and now, but you won’t let me do that until you’re satisfied that I’ve eaten enough dessert to nearly immobilize myself.” “Is that.. everything?” Paul gulped, as he noticed himself salivating. He felt his heartbeat pound a little quicker. Her little scenario had started off sounding a little hokey, but once she got into it.. something about it really captured Paul’s imagination. What better way to cap off their feeder-feedee bond than with a little harmless feeding playtime before he was a married man? “Yeah.. No judging.” Emma vulnerably responded unsure of how to read Paul’s reaction. He seemed so stoic. “Let’s do it.” Paul burst with a nod and Emma felt her heart leap. “Really?” Emma yelped with an innocent excitement Paul didn’t usually hear from her. “Really. But I think you already ate every last bit of food I had in the apartment.” Paul muttered a little dismayed. It was far too late to pick up more food now. “Not everything.” Emma grinned, while she continued, “Check under the bed.” Paul did as she said and saw four sizable ziploc containers of.. what was it? Ice cream? He had to know, “What is all this?” “Dirt pudding. Just lots of unhealthy stuff all mashed together, Oreos, butter, milk, chocolate and vanilla instant pudding, cream cheese, lots of powdered sugar, whipped cream, and lots of gummy worms.” Emma enthused, while Paul put the containers on the bed. Emma continued in a giddy tone, “Everything a growing girl needs! It’s the perfect messy dessert for the perfect sloppy piggy, mhmh!” “It’s probably a room temperature by now.” Paul noted, as he was curious, “Why was this under here? “To surprise you just in case you actually did break up with Claire-bear.” Emma revealed nonchalantly, while she didn’t skip a beat, “I don’t care if it’s a little warm, I just want my dessert Paul.” “Can you even eat anymore?” Paul skeptically wondered, as he surveyed Emma’s body and doubted, she could even stand under her own power. “I can always eat more for you.. master.” Emma coyly teased the character she’d crafted for this scenario. That was all Paul needed to here. One last night of complete fantasy and freedom with his feedee sounded like an ideal way to end his unmarried life and cap off what had been an incredible journey with the incredible feedee he’d accidently discovered. Once he helped Emma to her feet, which was more than a little difficult considering how much she weighed, he threw the covers off the bed so only the bedsheet remained. They were going to make a mess, but he had spare bedsheets. Once they were done, he’d swap them out and wash or throw out the one they were using. Once the bed was ready, Paul laid down and got comfortable. Emma even nestled a pillow under his neck. Paul let Emma take his towel off. She’d seen him naked before and he really didn’t have a problem with her seeing him one last time. He was buzzed beyond the point of caring anyway. She, of course, poked a little fun that he was clearly already aroused but was quick to get her act together and do her part to set things up. She lumbered over to her bedroom to grab the cuffs for Paul. Before she headed back to Paul’s bedroom, she wobbled over to the front door of the apartment and wedged a kitchen chair under the doorknob. There would be no unexpected interruptions. Waddling back to Paul, Emma maneuvered the four large Ziploc containers evenly across the four corners of the bed. She wanted easy access. She was already having a hard time moving around and she knew she wasn’t limber enough to climb over Paul. With everything else taken care of, Emma slowly cuffed Paul’s arms and legs to the four corners of the bed. “You ready?” Paul asked a little anxious to get the tantalizing scenario started. “Almost master.” Emma smiled, as she grabbed the half empty bottle of tequila from the nightstand and took a big gulp. She didn’t want her buzz wearing off. After letting out a gasp of satisfaction, she looked to Paul and asked, “You want some?” “I drank a lot tonight already.” Paul explained, while she looked unimpressed. “I didn’t hear a ‘no’ master.” Emma playfully cooed, as she brought the bottle to Paul’s lips and dumped a mouthful of the stuff down his throat. Paul didn’t object, he was too amused with Emma’s character for that. “*Cough* Now, *Cough* Now get started you slutty piglet!” Paul demanded, as he tried to gather his bearing. The tequila was strong, very strong. “Yes, master.” Emma hummed, as she walked to the left side of the bed, scooped her hand into the first container and smothered as much of the dirt pudding across Paul’s chest and stomach as she could. She was surprised by how large Paul’s gut had gotten, it appeared even larger in size now than it had in the morning. Not wanting to irritate her feeder, she didn’t comment on it. Instead, she was methodical with her application of the pudding. She tried to get an even spread of the calorific dessert across Paul’s skin. She even covered his left arm and shoulder with the stuff. Paul enjoyed watching Emma work, her legs were on the ground, but she was leaning over so much that the weight of her enormous belly rested completely on the bed. She must have wanted to give her back muscles a break from trying to hold the totality of her girth upward. Once that first container was empty, she exaggeratingly licked her hands clean while Paul watched. With his eyes glued to her, Emma embellished. She acted as piggish and ravenous as she could for his pleasure. Heaving her belly off the bed and wobblily turning her butt toward him, she gave it a playful slap and let Paul enjoy the show of her fleshy booty jiggling for him. Once she felt she’d teased Paul’s eyes enough, she walked to the bottom left corner of the bed and dug her hands into the second container. This time she covered his left leg, his lower belly, and even his crotch and inner thighs. She playfully gave his manhood a tug, and suggestively looked into his eyes, as she covered it in luscious amounts of dirt pudding. Paul had to know she intended to lick him clean every place that she covered him in the pudding. She was marking her territory and she heard no objection from Paul. His silence only served to heighten her already high expectations for this scenario. With the second container empty, she moved to the bottom right corner of the bed and the third container. The right leg got the same treatment as the left, and she teased Paul’s groin area and inner thighs with more dirt pudding. There was a little extra pudding left in the third container, so Emma covered both of Paul’s bare feet in the stuff. She was pretty sure Paul wasn’t into feet stuff, and neither was she, but the extra dirt pudding had to go somewhere. Silently moving to the top right corner of the bed, Emma grabbed the last container and added more pudding to Paul’s stomach and chest, as well as covering his right arm. With the remaining pudding, she smothered Paul’s beard in the stuff and got some on his neck for good measure. Observing her dessert strewn across Paul’s husky naked body, Emma could feel herself salivating. She sloppily licked her hands clean again for Paul to enjoy, before grabbing the bottle of tequila and taking another big gulp. She gave Paul some more as well. He seemed to take it better this time. With the alcohol settled, Emma got back into character and she obediently purred, “Why master, you’re so dirty?” “I am. So, make like a good piggy and lick me clean.” Paul ordered, as Emma eagerly nodded. She didn’t know where to start. She’d envisioned this scenario so many times before. Did she start with his feet? Did he start with his arms? She was frozen within her thoughts until Paul spoke again, “You can start with my arm.” “Yes master.” Emma instantly responded, as she leaned her obese body against the bed and began licking Paul’s forearm. The sensation of Emma’s tongue against his skin felt titillating. She was working faster than he’d expected. Paul watched, as Emma’s face became a mess with dirt pudding. She wrapped her lips around bits of pudding and gummy worms and sucked it all down. By the time she finished cleaning his first arm, he decided to give her some encouragement. “My god you’ve become such a fat little piggy haven’t you??” Paul teased, as Emma looked at him with her complete undivided attention, “What do you think your parents would say If they knew how helplessly obese you’ve become?” “Ahh.. I don’t knoww..” Emma nearly moaned, as she bit her lip and Paul noticed her hand dart between her legs, “Ugh.. They’d probably be.. disappointed..” “You don’t get to pleasure yourself until your job is done. Now get the other arm.” Paul ordered, as Emma leaned into Paul’s shoulder and stuffed her mouth with another gob of dirt pudding before guiltily hurrying around the bed. She’d probably have made better time if she’d rolled herself like the ball of fat she was, “Hurry!” “Umm, Yeeesh mashster!” Emma wheezed, while she came to a halt on the other side of Paul and began earnestly licking his left arm clean. She was working at a desperate pace. As if she really feared his threatening tone. He let her finish the whole arm before he let her have some more encouragement. It didn’t take his gluttonous piggy long. “You’re unrecognizable you know? From when we met? Every part of you has swelled with soft jiggling rolls of fat. What would your cheerleader friends say if they could see you now?” Paul harshly teased, as Emma’s enjoyment was evident on her pudding covered face. Her mouth and nose were totally covered in the pudding, but Paul didn’t care. Emma looked hot messy. She was looking and acting more and more like the slutty pig she was pretending to be. “They’d probably call me a cow or a porker..” Emma shallowly answered, while she looked at Paul as if asking permission to touch herself. “Both legs now.” Paul responded squashing Emma’s nonverbal request. His feeder lumbered to the end of the bed and threw down some pillows to rest her knees on. When she knelt down, Paul couldn’t see Emma at all over his dirt pudding covered gut. Although it wasn’t the dirt pudding’s fault he couldn’t see her, if his gut hadn’t been so fat he’d have a front row seat to Emma’s tongue in action. He was kind of pissed at himself, but his self-loathing subsided as he felt Emma enthusiastically sucking on his pudding covered toes. Paul was thankful he wasn’t ticklish. Once his feet were both licked clean, Emma maneuvered herself to the left side of the bed and started on Paul’s left leg. Either there was a lot more pudding on his leg than on his arm or Emma was getting full because she was slowing down in her efforts to clean him. Still though, after a good amount of time where Paul just enjoyed the sound of Emma licking him, she finished the majority of the leg and moved on to the next one, she’d left his inner thighs and crotch untouched. He figured she wanted him to order her to lick that part of him clean. Maybe the tequila had something to do with it, but he was okay with that. “You’re such a hopeless porker. Are you out of breath already?” Paul teased Emma, as he caught her taking a break. She was probably staring at what he had going on below the waist. “Yes master.” Emma smiled, as she slowly lumbered to her feet and wobblily grabbed the tequila bottle. She took another big gulp and saw to it that Paul finished off the bottle with a big gulp of his own. She seemed exhausted, but Paul wasn’t willing to let her take a moment to rest. Not when she had a job to do. “Gosh, I bet even the thought of exercise gets you out of breath.” Paul chastised Emma, as he watched his feedee’s face revel in the humiliation he was hurling her way, “I don’t care if you need a break, keep going. You know what you need to clean next.” “With pleasure master.” Emma winked, as she hornily licks her lips. She’d imagined going down on Paul many times, and always wondered what his face would look like if she actually did it. Would he be upset with her, elated? Excited? Well this was her chance. She plopped her fat body between Paul’s licked clean legs and shimmied herself forward like a blubbery walrus until she was in the proper position. She began her quest with a deviant joy pulsing through her, as she went down on Paul, she looked up to see the look on his face but was slightly disappointed to only see his rounded gut blocking the way. She felt a little robbed but didn’t want to voice her complaint. Besides she could still hear him, it sounded like he was very happy with her. As she continued with Paul in her mouth, she watched one of his fat arms lazily reach over his gut, and firmly cradle the back of her head. He’d broken one of the cuffs!! Gosh! He wanted her bad! He wanted more and she gave it to him with gusto! “Just like that you fat slut..” Paul sighed in delight, while the line between what was real and what was a dream blurred in his mind. The tequila stripped away his inhibitions and for the first time in a long time, he wasn’t Paul. He was Emma’s feeder. “Oink for me!” Emma tried to follow his orders, but her mouth was far too occupied. The thrill of having Paul talk down to her while she worshiped him was tickling her in places, she thought she needed hands for! As she continued, and used her hands to provide Paul more stimulation, his humiliating comments died down, all she could hear was his moaning and grunting. His passionate uncontrolled noises drove Emma crazier and gave her the extra energy she needed to finish her masculine feeder off. While Paul let out a moan of delight, Emma swallowed her hard-earned treat. “Mhhh!!” Emma hummed with another gulp, “Now it’s all clean master.” Seeing Paul relax contently without giving her a word sent Emma a thrilling message. He was treating her as if she was a worthless fat piggy. He wasn’t even congratulating her or thanking her for her efforts. He was sticking to the character in a way that made Emma forget what they were doing was just a game. Her mission was to please her master, and she wouldn’t fail. Starting on licking his belly clean, Emma’s stomach hurt from all she’d eaten, but she couldn’t stop. She licked and slurped and wiggled herself further on top of Paul. His belly took a long time, especially his belly button, but eventually she ate the majority of the pudding. Heaving herself forward with great effort, Emma forced her obese body atop Paul’s and used her tongue to clean his chest. It wasn’t easy, her huge breasts kept getting in the way. She was getting extremely messy from the process, but Paul couldn’t care. He loved watching her struggle. Feeling Emma’s weight on top of him was a thrill he’d savor forever. He was proud he’d done this to Emma because he knew she loved it too. She’d never be the same and it was all because of him. He could be immensely proud of that. Everything was feeling great, but then Emma stopped. Paul looked at her disapprovingly and she muttered a sorrowful, “I can’t reach your face..” It was true, his exhausted feedee had beached herself on top of his gut and seemed unable to propel herself any further. Paul was very excited by this reality, but he hadn’t wanted her to stop, he still had pudding all over his beard and his neck. He knew she needed more motivation, and he’d give it too her, “What’s a matter? Didn’t you know moving becomes difficult when you’re pushing FOUR hundred pounds.” The logical center of Emma’s brain knew she wasn’t quite close to pushing four hundred pounds, but the way Paul said it made her believe it. Playing along, she cooed, “Forget my stomach, even my intestines feel oversaturated with the fattening foods you keep forcing on me.” “Such a fat pig.” Paul shook his head, as if disappointed with Emma. His demeaning look motivated her to push further. She heaved herself upward and tried to inch closer to her goal like a fat caterpillar. At least that was until.. “Ahooohh!” Emma gushed, as something big and warm stumbled up and into her most private of area with the most satisfying feeling following suit. Apparently, her enthusiastic blowjob hadn’t been enough to lull Paul’s bulge into submission because she’d now firmly lodged it up the very place she knew she shouldn’t have. “Emma!” Her feeder growled apparently very displeased with her. She knew she’d crossed a line, but her body didn’t want to obey. She tried to coax more pleasure from the spot she’d found herself in, but her hips were too exhausted to listen. Paul was mostly tied up, she wanted to keep going, but all her energy seemed zapped from her body. She was too full to move, even though she craved nothing more than to rock her feeder’s world. “Get off me now.” He said in the angriest of tone’s she’d ever heard from him. He used his free hand to forceful try and shove her off of him, but he couldn’t do it without her help. She was simply far too big to be moved now. With the guilt overtaking her, Emma helped Paul as best she could and barely managed to roll herself to his side. She’d reached her limit. She was too full, too fat, and far to tired to move anymore. She was out of breath and she’d hardly budged. She’d really done it this time. She should have been guilty but feeling so powerless actually made her feel more aroused than she’d ever recalled being before. “What were you thinking?” Paul burst, as Emma only had sex on her mind. She’d been thinking of the pleasure. Not of the rules. She’d crossed the line. And Paul was right to hate her. She was a terrible person. Far worse than the character she was impersonating, but she couldn’t help it. Not anymore. She’d lost herself to this fetish, surrendered her free will.. and she wasn’t sorry. “I’ll tell you what you were thinking.” Paul growled, as Emma could feel the shame coming. She craved the punishment. She needed it. She closed her eyes to try and brace the impact. “You thought you could get off before my say so.” Emma opened her eyes. Had she just heard correctly? Was Paul.. still in character?? Looking at him with a sincere hope, Emma could tell her feeder was indeed the man still in bed next to her. He was working to free his left hand, and once he’d finished that. He got his feet out of their binds. “You disobeyed me.” Paul evilly threatened, as Emma could feel real fear and excitement in her heart. “It was an accident master.” Emma shamefully recoiled, as Paul got off the bed and began tugging her off of the bed too. Moving her fat body was a slow process, dragging out the suspense and heightening Emma’s aroused sensitivities. He stopped when her butt had reached the bed’s edge. “It was no accident. And now, you’ll need to be punished like the slutty piggy you are.” Paul vowed, as Emma’s face lit up with anticipation. “Yes master!” She yelped, as Paul spread her legs apart and maneuvered himself into position. This was happening! This was really happening! Emma moaned a delirious sigh of relief and jubilation as her feeder began having his way with her for the first time. If felt even more amazing than she’d always imagined. As Paul worked, Emma took everything he gave her with a visceral satisfaction. She loved him, and she loved this more than she could ever put into words. He even gave her some titillating words to listen too while he worked his magic and rocked her into a state of immobilized blissful delight. “I love feeding you. Watching those pleading eyes looking at me, begging for more. I can’t wait to keep destroying your body. One day you’ll forget what it was like to be free. You’ll only remember your submission to me. You are not just a slutty piggy. You’re my pet. My toy. You’re just the means to satisfy my selfish needs.” Paul crafted his drunken words without a filter, “The arousal I awaken within you, will eventually consume you, until you’re so fat and helpless you can’t even roll over.” “Manipulate me master. Abuse me. Do all that you’ll do! I’m yours!” Emma echoed between exhausted moans of delight, “Ahhh! I love you!” “I wanna hear you squeal like the pig you are.” Paul growled, as he released the lust that had consumed him for so long. “Yes master, ahhh! Yes master!” Emma yelped so overtaken with the bliss of Paul’s motion to comply immediately. Paul didn’t stop until he had his piggy squealing with the kind of uncontrollable joy that was only possible after months of buildup and delayed gratification. They kept at it into the late hours of the night, until their bodies couldn’t sustain the act any longer. They each passed out in character. Never speaking of what they were doing even after they’d finished. Maybe it was the catharsis they needed to move on from one another, maybe it was a selfish act of passion that they both deserved to be shamed for. Maybe it was something else entirely. Either way, in the warmth of the night, cuddled together, it didn’t matter to Paul or Emma. For now, it was over, they could each finally rest, together.

Back in the day, when she was acting in Spain

*jaw drops* oh my fuck she's getting enormous