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Hi everyone! Sorry for the blip of time between my posts... it’s a busy time of year. But rest assured, I’ve been making myself quite busy with the food — and the heavy cream, of course. I just wanted to share how much more PLUSH I’m looking even in the last week! This backside of mine is getting so chunky 😂 I love it! In front of the Christmas tree again because it’s cute and festive and why not haha

Thinking about posting a comeback video this weekend. Who's ready? ❤️

Thank you all so much!!

"...if any."

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Jfc. No chance you still have that bikini? Thank you for sharing!

❤️ Whipped Cream Stuffing ❤️ View my new clips

So I was approved as a curvage model earlier this week and have a ton of backlogged stuffing content, but i am sooo nervous to start posting... Can anyone else relate and/or have some words of encouragement?

After a big big dinner My strechmarks are making a big appearance

I wanna' lay down and be fed all day long.. Too lazy to get up! Hehe 🤭

Pregnancy ain't no joke

New video available now! Finally edited my donut stuffing vid that y'all got to see pics from earlier in this thread!

He can tell I ain’t missing no meals

Hi there! This fat Christmas elf has just recorded a new video for you. Will be out later today, you don't wanna miss this 💋

Double chin growing... (I'm sleeping all day long) 🐷

*pretends to workout* New stuff on the way 🍬

This pic though!

I’m always here. Watching...listening...waiting 😈

Alright not to be a super bummer but I’ve hit a plateau in my gaining. It’s been a bit frustrating because I’m still managing to stuff myself daily. The good news is I think I need to start adding a more gaining shakes to my diet, because fatty needs to get back to gaining. I found one recipe that’s around 12,000 calories a shake, which is just wild!

Yesssss same!! Hahahahaha thank you so much for your help 😂😂 I’m not very short (I’m like 5’5?) so this is quite the goal!! But definitely a worthy endeavor. Yes yes gotta get those 50” hips!! I’m really close. I also would like my belly to brush the floor when on all fours... triple my starting weight is shockingly less than 100 pounds away 😍 Oh you’re just too kind ♥️ And you know I’m always filling myself up to the brim haha it’s rare to find me UNstuffed these days! Aww thank you 💕 I’m happy to have everyone here to share it with!! To be unrecognizable would be really fun. So so close!!! Which is weird because I DEFINITELY don’t think I’m big enough to classify as BBW. I think I’m more just chubby 🤷🏻‍♀️ Thank you! Fluffy ass has been a fun thing... I barely had a backside to speak of when I started. I think you’re going to like the recent improvements to the region when I post my next pictures 😉 Yesssss not just something to strive to or attempt to maintain, but NORMAL. 😍😍 You’re right. I’ve gained exponentially since posting here (as I tend to do 😅), and 320 seems like a very reasonable and realistic goal to strive for next year!! Thank you for this kind message 💕💕 I love getting to share my journey with all of you here and the interaction is what makes it the best for me! So thank YOU for always commenting!! Also ughhh those words “lush drooping apron”.... be still my beating heart 😍😍😍 Yes yes yes I SO look forward to this!! I think so too!! 😍 I absolutely agree 😍😍 I don’t know if it will get edited out, but the site was ff. It’s under the title of Lila and Matt, or Matt and Lila... it was a long, relationship driven story with some mutual gaining though focused on hers. Definitely not a “strap me to the bed and funnel feed me” story, but really sweet and lovely. I like stories of all kinds and while this was more mellow it was still very enjoyable. Awww shucks 🙈🙈 thank you! So I definitely don’t know that I love being this “rotund”... I prefer to be softer and curvier. But I do intend to keep every ounce of pregnancy weight gain (and then some 😍😍) afterwards! I don’t knowwwwww I feel so awkward with them right now (probably because my nipples have gotten larger and darker due to pregnancy and I feel like they’re so much less cute!)... perhaps once they’re back to their normal coloring?

By berserker1133 & polarisdreamerChapter 11- Reckoning (Part 5 of 5) The morning came as it usually did, which was itself unusual considering the events that had transpired mere hours before. Paul awoke by himself, hungover, and in a perplexed mood. There was only one thing on his mind, where was Emma? She wasn’t in bed next to him and he was certain they’d gone to bed together. Groggily getting to his feet, Paul explored the downtrodden apartment, but to his dismay, Emma was nowhere to be found. She wasn’t on the couch, she wasn’t on the floor, and she wasn’t in her bed. In fact, her room had been completely cleaned out. Come to think of it, the apartment looked mostly spotless. The horrendous mess that had consumed the place the night before had been completely wiped away. Paul didn’t think it was possible until he looked at the time. He’d damn near slept till 1PM. Grabbing a glass of water to quench his thirst and an ice pack to numb his headache, Paul sat down at the kitchen table and took a moment to collect himself. Emma had obviously left. But why would she leave without saying goodbye? Unless, they’d said goodbye last night, and he’d forgotten. His memory was a bit fuzzy from the alcohol, but he recollected the events well enough. They’d decided to roleplay one last time.. They’d really gotten into it.. Then they.. They.. They’d had sex. They’d actually done it. It had been everything Paul had ever hoped but that had to be the reason why Emma had deserted him. She must have felt guilty. Unless.. Unless his cruel imagination had made up the whole scenario.. Was that possible? Had it been a dream? No.. No.. He was certain the events of the previous night hadn’t been a dream. It finally happened. He’d cheated on Claire.. if sex was the line he had to cross to constitute cheating.. Then he’d done it this time.. Yet strangely, it didn’t feel much different to Paul than all the naughty feedings and secret pleasures he’d shared with Emma behind Claire’s back. Perhaps what he’d been doing had been cheating the whole time. In the moment, he didn’t know how to feel. Part of him was relieved he’d done the deed with Emma. Yet another part of him was furious with self-hatred. He’d given into his desires and lost sight of the woman he’d proposed to mere hours before. If anyone deserved to live happily ever after, it wasn’t him. And yet, here he was. He’d gotten away with living the best of both worlds. He could try to contact Emma, talk things over with her, and figure out where they stood. She certainly wasn’t going to contact him, otherwise she would have stayed until he woke up. Or, he could clean his apartment a little more, prepare for Claire to arrive, and pretend that living his dream with Emma had been just that, a dream and nothing more. Paul thought about it for a good long while. While a part of him was tempted to chase after Emma, but it slowly dawned on Paul that Emma was never coming back, regardless of anything he could promise her. Whatever they’d done last night hadn’t changed the fact he’d proposed to Claire. It took more time than Paul would have cared to admit, but eventually he decided the best thing he could do was to cherish the time he’d shared with Emma and prepare to forge a new dream with Claire. He certainly had some regrets, but there was nothing he could do about them now. While his heart would sting for quite some time, once Claire finally made her way to see him later that same day, still giddy as all hell from his proposal, he quickly remembered that life would go on.… Soon enough, Claire’s semester ended, and she began her summer session. She moved in with Paul with a certain glee and successfully acquired two internships along with a full summer course load. One of the internships she was able to get approved for course credits, and the other served as her only source of income. She was busier than ever before, but this time Paul was okay with the lonely nights. It gave him some time to work on his art in silence. One thing he noticed as the summer went on, was that Claire was actually too busy to fully keep up with her gym schedule. When she wasn’t dealing with stress in the gym, she heavily relied on Paul to help alleviate her anxiety. What that looked like sometimes varied. Sometimes Paul would just talk through Claire’s problems with her. Other times, they’d go on a date and grab some food. Other times, sex was the answer. What really mattered was that every obstacle Claire ran into, Paul was there to help her overcome it. As august rolled around, Claire had largely adapted to her schedule, which provided her the time necessary to work with Paul to make the final preparations on their September wedding plans. They were not going to do anything too fancy. The wedding would be held at her hometown in Arizona and, apart from inviting family and close friends, the wedding was planned to be small, or intimate, as Claire preferred to say. It was around the time Claire’s summer classes had ended and less than a month remained before the big day, that Paul noticed something. Something that tickled the perverse corner of his mind he’d been trying to suppress since the day Emma left. Claire had developed a barely thick bulge around her tummy interrupting her usually slim silhouette. Despite attending the gym roughly twice a week, Claire had still put on some weight over her summer. It was 10 or 15 pounds at most, but it might as well have been 100 to Paul. He though she looked amazing. She had to be around 160 or 165 pounds, but she looked damn good. She had a little gut, she had a big butt and Paul could only hope the trend would continue. Unfortunately, he wasn’t the only one who noticed that Claire had put on a few pounds since the proposal. It was around the time that she started trying on wedding dresses that Claire realized she’d become a few sizes too big. She was not happy about it. She complained to Paul that she didn’t want to look pudgy in their wedding pictures, and Paul could understand her concerns. He tried to be supportive and tell her that she looked amazing at any size, but Claire didn’t want to hear it. For a month, things got bad. Claire became obsessed with her appearance and furiously attempted a crash diet before they finally walked down the aisle. Paul was supportive of Claire’s concerns, he even helped her turn Emma’s old room into a little exercise space, but something was different about Claire’s diet this time. Unlike the old diet she’d stuck to slow and steadily over the past year, this new one was clearly unhealthy. It was hard for Paul to be supportive, when he was honestly growing concerned for her. Claire was hitting the treadmill for hours each day and was literally trying to starve the extra pounds off her figure. She was more irritable, more insecure, and frankly, quite a lot crankier. As the wedding day neared, and they flew to Arizona, Paul was having second thoughts. He hated to see Claire so unhappy, and yet it seemed like there was nothing he could do. He told her she was beautiful, but it was like she didn’t believe him. Paul felt he needed someone, anyone to talk to about what was going on with Claire. She’d turned into a bridezilla. Uncertain of where to turn, Paul texted Emma, yet he never received an answer.… Unlike the buildup to the wedding, the ceremony itself was as perfect as it could have been. Paul’s fragmented family had actually turned out for the event, even his older brother. Claire’s family was, of course, in full attendance which included the one person Paul had been hoping to see, Emma. He’d tried to steal a moment alone with her, he had so much that he wanted to talk to her about, but she never left the other bridesmaids’ sides. So, their conversation was restricted to surface-level polite little questions, and nothing more. It was a pain for Paul, made ever more difficult by the fact that Emma had clearly grown far more obese than she’d been the last time he’d seen her in person. During the ceremony, Paul had been worried Emma would distract him from Claire, but the second Claire began her walk down the aisle his eyes never strayed far from her own. She’d sweated and starved herself down nearly 15 pounds in less than a month. Her waist looked thin, yet her eyes looked starving. Her attention appeared to be split between him and the wedding cake that was set up toward the back of the venue. Despite his second thoughts on the flight over, Paul didn’t have any when the time came to say, ‘I do.’ After they’d become man and wife, Paul was relieved that Claire indulged in more than her fair share of cake. Of course, Claire wasn’t the only one who’d made a pig of herself during the reception. Emma, and even Laura to a certain extent, joined Claire’s binge and stuffed themselves in a humorous solidarity. As the amazing night began slowly coming to a close, Paul was sad he’d never gotten the chance to really talk with Emma during the day’s festivities. He tried to steal a moment away with her, during the reception, just to share a few words, but it didn’t seem like she wanted to have a conversation. What he got was an earnest hug with all Emma’s blubbery goodness, and three words she whispered in his ear telling him to, “Let it be.” Understanding Emma’s sentiment, Paul didn’t dwell on her words too long. He was a husband now, and he knew he had to take care of his drunken wife. Besides, now that he was family, he knew he’d get a chance to talk things over with Emma eventually.… With the wedding out of the way the only thing on the horizon for Paul and Claire was their lavish honeymoon. Claire’s parents had offered to either provide financial support for them in the form of a down payment on a house or a fully payed-for honeymoon. At Claire’s behest, they’d opted for the honeymoon deal. They were going to take a 10-week transatlantic cruise stopping in ports in both the Mediterranean, and the Caribbean on their way back. They’d enjoy a little over two full months of spa treatments, relaxing pool visits, and, of course, as much food as they could eat, and as much liquor as they could drink. They’d arrive back in Arizona just in time to celebrate Christmas with the whole family. Paul was optimistic that Claire would return to her usual, less-obsessively insecure self after the wedding. In the week following the wedding and even the first day they spent on the cruise, it seemed like Claire’s body was in recovery mode from the crash starvation diet she’d underwent for the wedding. If it was possible for her body to put the pounds back on in one week of reckless abandonment, that she’d taken the better part of a whole month to lose, Claire had found a way. The little bump of belly fat had returned, and Paul was determined not to let his wife fall back into the bad habits she’d embraced before the wedding. It’s why his alarm-bells went off when Claire refused to eat much at breakfast the morning after their first night on the cruise. After nibbling on a piece of toast, Claire had asked Paul to get her another mimosa and he’d been happy to accommodate her, but he also grabbed a fabulously large waffle from the breakfast line and loaded it up with all manner of sugar-covered fruit, whipped cream, chocolate and syrup. It was even larger than the one he’d watched her eat the morning before. As Paul returned to their table, he decided to gently ask, “Did you enjoy the waffle yesterday?” “Mhh! Yes! It was the best waffle I’ve ever had babe.” Claire responded before she turned and saw what Paul was carrying besides her second mimosa. “Ready for another?” Paul chimed, as he placed the imposing breakfast plate in front of his wife and took his seat across from her. “Another?” Claire gulped doubtfully, while she absentmindedly placed a hand on her tummy in concern and used her other hand to gently slide the plate in front of Paul, “I shouldn’t.” “What do you mean you shouldn’t? You hardly ate anything this morning.” Paul protested, as he challenged Claire by moving the plate back in front of her, “You devoured your waffle yesterday. You have to be hungry.” “No, not really, I think I *hic!*” Claire hickuped in the middle of reaching for her mimosa. Paul could see that she still had one hand gently pressed against her tummy, “Oof.. I think I overdid it with the food yesterday babe.. I’m feeling bloated. I don’t want to eat anymore.” As if her body sought to counter what she was saying, Paul heard a loud audible rumble from Claire’s stomach. The noise was so loud that Claire blushed from embarrassment, as Paul looked upon her doubtfully. “No need to blush, I heard your belly growling.” Paul teased ever so gently, as he tried to address Claire’s self-conscious feelings, “Don’t be so shy, enjoy yourself. Indulge that sweet tooth I know you’ve got.” “I’m really not hungry.” Claire frowned, while she pushed the loaded waffle back in front of Paul. “Nonsense.” Paul shook his head, as he put the plate back in its proper place and looked into his wife’s eyes with a serious intent, “What’s going on? Are you alright?” “I’m fine Paul.” Claire muttered avoiding eye contact. “Just tell me.” Paul urged, as he grabbed Claire’s free hand and massaged her palm in a sensitive fashion. “My shorts are feeling snug. Okay?” Claire blushed, while she leaned closer to Paul, pushed the plate back in front of him, and spoke more softly, “This is the biggest pair I brought. I’m not going to have anything to wear if I don’t watch what I eat. I haven’t been to the gym since the wedding and I’m already regretting it.” “It’s our honeymoon Claire, don’t worry about it.” Paul loudly responded, as he shifted the plate toward her once more and firmly suggested, “Don’t worry about your pants. Just worry about finishing what’s on your plate..” “If I eat all this,” Claire motioned to the massive waffle in front of her, “you’re going to have to roll me out of here.” “If you finish that whole plate,” Paul began, as his voice took a more seductive tone, “I’ll roll you right back to our bedroom for some dessert, if you catch my drift.” “Mhh, what kind of dessert?” Claire smiled, while her curiosity got the better of her insecurity. She was pretty sure Paul wasn’t talking about food. “The sex kind.” Paul assured his wife, as he resumed his supple massage of her palm, and tried to encourage her, “Indulge babe. What’s the worst that can happen?” “I’ll get fat.” Claire pouted, while she grabbed her fork and took a sizable bite of the waffle. As she chewed, she looked regretful, and nudged the plate toward Paul. Looking vulnerable, Claire blurted with her mouth full, “Do you want a fat wife? Cause this is how you get a fat wife.” “I want you. And I’ll take you anyway I can. Thin or fat. Although if I had a preference..” Paul mused, as he firmly pushed plate back in front of Claire and decided that he wasn’t going to let her move it anymore. “Ha, really? You’re kidding.” Claire smiled, while she put her hands on the plate to move the waffle toward Paul again. Had this become a game to her or something? Paul didn’t waste a second in reaching across the table and preventing Claire from pushing the plate toward him. Sounding very serious Paul assured her, “I’m not kidding.” “Really?” Claire raised an eyebrow in doubt. “Is it so hard to believe? I love you so much, obviously I’d love it if there was more of you to love.” Paul sweetly phrased his preference. “Haha, you’re joking.” Claire laughed not knowing what had gotten into Paul this morning. “I’m not joking.” Paul shook his head, not returning Claire’s little smile. She seemed to finally realize he was serious, but she looked skeptical. “You’d like it if ass was too fat to squeeze into my shorts?” Claire spat with a hint of judgment and self-consciousness. “Hell yeah.” Paul nodded, as Claire looked in awe of what she was hearing. “You’d like that?” Claire echoed finally believing her husband wasn’t joking. “I’d love that. More than anything.” Paul admitted, as he used his fork to pierce the waffle while Claire watched in surprise. She didn’t know what he was doing. It seemed like he was prepping to take a bite of her waffle, but he wasn’t bringing the fork toward his mouth, he was bringing it toward her mouth! Not having enough time to think about how to react, Claire just opened her mouth and let Paul feed her the piece of breakfast she craved to eat more of. A bit of syrup got on her cheek, so she grabbed a napkin to clean herself off while she chewed. Paul was being so.. forceful. He never acted like this. She kind of.. liked it. Listening to him with her full attention, Paul firmly spoke to her, “So what are you worried about honey? Come on, I know you’re hungry. What do you say? Give your stomach what it wants. At least just while you’re on the cruise.” “Just for the cruise.” Claire accepted Paul’s ultimatum without a second’s thought. What the hell had she just agreed to? She had a nervous feeling it the pit of her tummy, but she fended it off while rationalizing, “Besides the ship has a gym, I could always..” “The only exercise you’re getting on this ship is in the bedroom, are we clear?” Paul shot down Claire’s idea in a decidedly forceful manner. Claire was all ears. “Hmhm, I like the sound of that.” Claire smiled, while she grabbed her fork and sent Paul a seductive wink before earnestly starting on her breakfast.… Time flied while Paul and Claire were having fun. The cruise eventually fell into a familiar routine that both man and wife seemed to enjoy. Whether it was filling their bodies with thick foods and savory alcohols, or relaxing by the pool, they made the most of their stay. Frequent visits to the ship’s spa, were contrasted by the less regular excursions to ports and beaches that provided the newlyweds opportunities to experience the fine dining of various other cultures. The ship was like a mini city on the seas, it had its own barber shop, many restaurants, theaters, jacuzzies, you name it, the ship had it. It even had its own nail salon, which Claire would sometimes frequent. While she was getting pampered, Paul took those rare occasions sneak off to the gym for the first time in years. He never really enjoyed working out, but he had some motivation this time. He wanted Claire to be fatter than him again and being so overweight certainly wasn’t doing him any favors in that regard. Claire wasn’t the only one who’d started putting on pounds since the wedding, but he was determined to begin flipping the script once they arrived back in the states. All he wanted to do with his exercise during the honeymoon was lay the foundation to begin losing weight when he got home. As the first few weeks on the honeymoon turned into the better part of two months, Paul had to admit that things had changed for the better between him and Claire. It seemed his wife had, for the time being, shed her bodily insecurities and was reveling in indulging to her hearts content. If the change wasn’t just noticeable in her mood, it was painfully obvious on her figure. What had once been a trim little waist, with just the softest bit of excess flesh around her ribs and sides, had turned into a full-on belly. Even without Paul’s prodding and encouragement, Claire regularly ate until she was stuffed helpless. She tended to eat the most late at night when they got drunk, but she filled herself plenty at every meal. Paul didn’t know which was better, the sex with his frequently stuffed wife, or cuddling up with her at night and cradling her swollen gut. He loved that he could now sink his fingers into her fleshy midsection. He loved the look in her eyes when she got too bloated from eating. Her eyes would stare at him, as if pleading for his help in soothing her stomach with a sensual massage that would lead into something far more pleasurable for her. Claire was getting a little tubby, and he was loving it. She’d opened up and let him take care of her in every way.. well.. nearly every way. Sex was still something Claire was still a little stubborn about, although at least their communication had improved. He now knew Claire’s preference for being on top was mainly because she found it much easier to climax from the position, although she liked to joke that Paul had gotten to big to be on top anymore. It was a small point of contention between the two, Paul didn’t mind letting Claire be on top most of the time, but sometimes he would prefer that they mix things up. If only Claire wasn’t so stubborn about how they did things. The sex certainly wasn’t bad, in fact, since Claire had gained weight again, it had been better than ever, but doing the same thing every night got stale. Paul wanted to mix things up, he just needed a good excuse to take over in the bedroom.… It was a night like most, only a few days remained in the trip until they returned home. Claire and Paul had just returned from a dinner feast and were horny for some loving. Paul took his spot on the bottom and Claire lumbered on top of him. Her gut felt tight, warm, and large pressed against his own. It felt good. She was just as heavy as he ever remembered her being, maybe even more so. Claire got started, as she often did, by making out with Paul to her hearts content. Once she was ready, she slowly slinked down Paul’s body and used her mouth to cause the first climax of the night for her husband. Taking care of him first meant that he’d last longer when she wanted her turn. Giving Paul a little reprieve to recover, Claire showered him with praise, seductively calling him handsome, attractive, and very sexy. She let Paul play with her body and grab her ass until she noticed he was ready for her to continue. She assumed her position on top and got to work. Normally Claire felt more energetic, but tonight she seemed slow. She’d gotten heavier, which Paul enjoyed, but this time it appeared her new bulk was getting the better of her. She was breathing heavier than usual and much sooner than she normally did. She was enjoying herself; Paul could probably gather that from the rate at which she was moaning, but she felt strange. Her stomach hurt. To Paul she looked tired, full, like she wanted to rock his world, but she’d eaten too much at dinner. Her belly looked very bloated. She was clearly growing more and more out of breath, her thrusts were betraying her softened condition. She was clearly closing in on a big orgasm but appeared to lack the energy to make it happen. Her hips were slowing down, perhaps her big butt had finally grown far to heavy to heave up and down so freely. She was tiring quickly. Her greedy appetite had finally caught up with her. While her newly chubby body grinded to a standstill on top of him, he saw his opportunity. “Honey, are you okay?” Paul warmly asked, as Claire looked uncomfortable. “*Pant* Ugh.. I’m fine *Buurp!*” Claire uncharacteristically belched, while she blushed fiercely and squeaked, “Excuse me.” Had she been holding in that burp the whole time? Was that why she looked so uncomfortable? Paul patted Claire on her rounder tummy and assured her, “It’s okay honey, burp more, you’ll feel better.” Claire nodded reluctantly and appeared to give her chest a little bump with her hand, as if to dislodge something she was keeping within her. Almost on que, Paul heart a loud rumble from Claire’s stomach followed by a loud, “*BBbbuuurrrrpp!*” “Better?” Paul asked, as Claire looked frightfully embarrassed. “*Pant* Much.” Claire admitted, while she continued trying to get some air. “Now, how about you roll over and catch your breath while I have a turn.” Paul offered, as he gave Claire’s butt an enthusiastic squeeze. “Hmhm, okay.” Claire giggled, while she leaned toward Paul’s face, planted a kiss sweetly on the cheek, and rolled off to his side. At the very least, her stomach felt 1000 times better after that burp. Wasting no time, Paul got on top of his wife to assert his authority. Her eyes widened, while he got into position over her. His weight felt like it was pleasurably enveloping her. The pressure of their two guts pressing together felt strange, but not entirely uncomfortable. As Paul got going, Claire got to feeling good again. It slowly dawned on Claire that she couldn’t escape being underneath Paul. Not that she wanted to escape, but the thought that, even if she tried, she couldn’t, did something for her. While Paul pushed faster, Claire had to bite her lip to avoid gushing out in moans of ecstasy. She’d never erupted so soon after Paul got on top, but it was happening, and she couldn’t control it. Paul’s mind was bursting with excitement too. On their wedding night when he’d seen Claire lying flat on her back, he’d seen her ribs, but now, he saw soft jiggling flesh. His brain thought about Claire’s weight, how it’d been slowly rising, how her butt had plumped thicker and grown wider, how her belly had expanded outward from her frame, how even her breasts, a place Claire never seemed to accumulate much weight, appeared fuller than it had before. He wanted to see her butt become thicker and more bulbous, he wanted to see her belly balloon even fatter, he wanted her softer, bigger, and bulging with fat. His hands had the pleasure of roaming his wife’s softer body all night long. He loved squeezing her protruding lower belly, her chunky butt, her fat thighs and her inflated breasts. It was a night he never wanted to end, but like all other great nights in his life, it did.… The next day, he awoke late in the morning next to Claire. She was still asleep, so he went off to the food court determined to provide his widening wife breakfast in bed. By the time he got back, Claire was awake and in the bathroom. He placed the massive amount of food he’d brought on a table beside the bed and sat down by a window to await his wife. It didn’t take long for her to leave the bathroom and spot him. Once she did she hurried over to sit on his lap. With a sweet good morning kiss and a rumble from her belly, he knew she was hungry again. She felt like she weighted a ton sitting on his lap, but he’d never let her hear it. He was going to complement how pretty she looked in her bikini top and tropical skirt they’d bought from the gift shop to accommodate her growing figure, but it appeared she had something on her mind. Maybe it was her efforts in bed the night before, or perhaps it was the fact that the end of their honeymoon was only a few days away. But Claire made it clear what was on her mind. “I’m going to have a hell of a time trying to lose all the weight I gained on this cruise.” Claire sighed with a bit or remorse, while she wrapped one arm around Paul’s neck and gazed into his eyes. “I think you look amazing.” Paul assured her, as he sized up his wife. She wanted to be fit, he knew that, but she hadn’t denied herself a single indulgence the entire cruise. She’d starved her body before the wedding and now she’d showered it with a non-stop cascade of calories. Claire had an inner fatty at work here that was beyond even what Paul had in mind for her. He was curious what kind of girl Claire would turn out to be. Would she yo-yo with her diets, coming back heavier each time than she had before? Or would she accept that she was happier when she didn’t torture herself over how she looked? He wanted to support her in any way he could, but he wanted to emphasis to her where he stood, so he did, “You know you don’t have to lose it, right?” “Hmm, maybe not.” Claire smiled, while she looked at her wedding ring with an obvious joy on her face, “you did put a ring on my finger, maybe I should just relax and let myself go like my sister haha!” “You mean Laura?” Paul joked, as Claire looked at him with a playful annoyance. She knew full well that Paul knew who she was referring to. “Yeah, I guess, but I meant Emma.” Claire clarified, while she added, “You saw her at the wedding. Can you imagine how much fatter she must have gotten since then?” “Oh,” Paul nodded, as he gazed at his wife with the eyes of a long-repressed feeder eager to wake up from his hibernation, “I definitely can imagine...” THE END.

Found my favourite Christmas jammy shorts that I bought big last year and they barely fit!

Gaining has slowed do a sec but she's definitely gotten back in the mood to gain and get large. She wants to know what you guys think of her figure, she likes to be reminded she's gotten fat lol

Wanna sponsor a huge Christmas stuffing?

I’ve been eating so much this week 😋 Can you tell? 🥰

Lay me down and bring me brownies

Not sure if this angle has been posted(i know her in this dress has been posted before) but came across this nice lil gem(I'm sorry if this is a repost). Couldmt help but post it😍

For that guy thats Code for"

Someone made sure I was fed last night 😉🐷

Let’s see how this lingerie set fits now, these were taken in July! But this set is just too cute not to use for Christmas! also just saying... I feel my happiest in cute lingerie sets!

Yeah. Have Nicki of course were big forms, but they clearly have become even more . Her ass is incredibly fat. I hope this is not an optical illusion or dress " plump”.See would, that will further). And about the rear view-in this video, Nicki can be seen from the back.

A while back I had a coworker that knew I liked bigger girls but not feederism. She kept trying to set me up with her cute but skinny sister. My coworker herself was normal weight, but not skinny-skinny like her. I told her "meh.... too pointy." To which she responded "feed her 😏" and I said in denial, "ehh, that sounds evil" and she replied "hahaha why?? MAKE HER HE BIGGER SISTER MUAHAHAHA" thought it was cute

Just a couple pictures before...well you know what happens in bed at night!? Just use your imagination... Those curves and softness, she is sooooo smooth and soft to the touch! Those thighs are to die for! She calls them Fryer Thighs! That belly and those arms! So soft yet firm. She calls that Firm Fat! I love her backside! Look at that roll forming and new stretch marks! I love her Tiger Stripes! I need your help though... If I guessed her weight right now, she is just over the 200 pound mark. However, this is where I need everyone to help her out, guys and gals included. She came to me a month ago and said her goal is to be 300 pounds by her birthday which is August 15th. Work the math and you have a serious goal there in like 9 months to make happen! Not impossible, but you need to make a commitment to eat seriously and she lovers her carbs. I don’t think she would have said that if she didn’t enjoy initial gain in the first place. She said she loves her new found softness and so do I! Would you help her out and encourage her with enthusiastic comments to get to the 300 pound goal?? She loves this forum and the all the positive comments to date, so pleeeease encourage her. Let’s see what everyone has to say! Thanks!

I love the one part where she's interviewing the lady, her belly sticks out so much in that interview!

Feeling super plumpy

Soon at curvage store! Waiting to be aproved 👌🏽 Loud burps and candy binging back home

Every time new content of any sort pops up, whether that maybe photos or videos, it is always a shock to see how much that Katy has "blimped up" since her days on "Eastbound and Down." She looks absolutely massive in this short, but sweet promo for the upcoming "winter finale" of American Housewife.

what if I was your pregnant wife who can't stop burping, stuffing and gaining weight?~ uploading a really cute/hot new roleplay clip to curvageclips tonight!

New photos ❤️ leave a comment to let me know if you’d like to see more pics and what you’d like to see 😊

Hello everyone!🖐 I have been soooo busy with the holidays lately that I have neglected all of my lovelies. Today I am doing some holiday shopping and some clothing shopping since I went up a size since Thanksgiving.😒 I have a new video I uploaded last night about me revealing my current weight, I am nowhere near my beach body for my vacation coming up in 2 months. I want to lose some weight since I have passed my GW, but have been struggling to go to the gym. It feels like every day has been a struggle from breathing, sleeping, and having the motivation to go out and socialize and even run errands. This vacation is going to require me to have the stamina on the endurance because we will be going scuba diving, mountain climbing, walking and a ton of other activities that might be affected by my weight gain. Oh well, hopefully I can get off my lazy butt to do it soon before it's too late. I will keep everybody posted on my successes and failures till then. I hope everyone having a good day and happy holidays!🎁🎅🎄

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?