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From tiny twig to sumo size bbw😍 this is how you bulk up

Well the holidays and New Years parties really did a number on her. She has really put on some weight and I am loving every second of it. She has become accustomed to wearing crop tops and low waisted pants/shorts and her pot belly is starting to take form. We have been eating a lot of fast food, drinking lots of beer, and ordering countless treats and other meals using delivery apps. She has put on 12 pounds since we started this journey and has her first goal of a 30 pound weight gain. So far it is going to her belly and we are happy about that!

Midnight snack after getting off work!! Burritos with ranch, yum!🤤 I was kind of in a sexy mood tonight wearing my size small night gown from almost 6 years ago!!! Wow!

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Me after stuffing

From her stream last Friday. Neat close ups:

I see your before & afters and I raise you a first edition, rare, holographic OC before and after spring vacation, 2018 vs summer vacation 2019

Hello! you can call me maru. I am just starting to get fat and I will be very grateful if any of you will help me with this by means and advice. My tummy is still very small, but I think it will become larger thanks to your help. thanks!

She’s really developed quite the nice belly crease. It’s most apparent in the side view. Not to mention her upper arms have gotten so fat and wide! 😍

sunny days ahead.

Hiiii

I think it's time to upload a new video, not feeling very creative but I am HUNGRY.

Cum and check out my new video! Watch as I rub myself down with lotion and talk to you about my weight goals and needs from you. You don’t want to miss it. 😉

Tonight I ate 15 giant chicken wings and a whole spin dip app, and let’s not forget the brownie and ice cream😍😍🐷 I love being a piggy at dinner, Sunday’s are my favourite day to pig out because I can just be lazy and fat 🥰

All from her twitter

Actually, there are three of them

Right! I didn't want to keep you waiting for part 2 so here it is! Chapter 12: Best Served Wet (part 2) Burp! Bubble! Oof! That wasn't supposed to happen in a race! Francesca Serviss recovered from the stutter in her stroke pattern, which had been caused by the way her body had convulsed as she emitted a huge, gassy belch on emerging from her penultimate underwater turn. Fran had been feeling very queasy for her last few lengths. Her tummy was complaining urgently about the sick-making, high-energy turns that Fran was executing. But there was no alternative! Even though her miraculously hard physique was providing lots and lots of power, Fran was having to push herself to her utmost velocity at every second just to stay ahead of the tireless, long-legged Blonde Beast. The exertion of the endurance race was severely upsetting Fran's tummy. The two dozen fried eggs she'd enjoyed in her second breakfast at the local diner were most likely to blame for much of the gastric distress. They weren't sitting at all well in her mid-belly! Most likely because they hadn't been cooked properly! Fran had known they'd looked underdone, but she'd been too greedy to wait! Swallowing a load of chlorinated water on top of them probably hadn't helped, either. Ooooh! Fran groaned inwardly. Too many post-breakfast puddings! It was all the Fitness Essence's fault! As in Mexico, Fran had know that taking a big dose of the magic tonic would give her a colossal, uncontrollable appetite: and so the only thing to do was to ensure she'd cleared up all the food in the house before taking the potion. But, unfortunately, unlike the maid responsible for her poorly-stocked Mexican minibar, Francesca Serviss's housemaid in Gainesburg was well used to keeping the Serviss's big refrigerators stocked to bursting! Oof! Just the memory of how bloated Fran had felt after emptying the dessert refrigerator – with its six gallons of luxury gelato, the gallon of clotted cream with four dozen scones, the cheesecakes, the chocolate gateaux, the deluxe pies, and the two cheeseboards – was enough to bring a tear to Fran's eye. She'd felt terribly bloated afterwards! Her duvet-covered belly – she'd had the massive breakfast served in bed, of course – had towered above her like a mountain, so swollen it blocked out the view from her window. But, at last, Fran had triumphed over her entire household supply of tempting desserts! And, then, several spoonfuls of the Fitness Essence had sufficed to digest the massive bulk and get Fran into super-shape in super-quick time, ready for the Time Trials. Unfortunately, the potion had also given her a great gluttony for a second breakfast... but that was something the rest of the tonic had been able to deal with, back in the VIP dressing room. Still, Fran did fret that if all the weight from today's double-blowout breakfast came back tomorrow, she'd likely put on forty pounds of blubber just from the one day of overeating! She'd even be fatter than Professor Fowler! But, if the Essence gave her the glory of beating the beastly Chloe Southern, then so be it! After all, given her iron willpower, she could readily shed any extra weight by going on a little bit of a diet... Fran felt desperately out of breath. She realised was getting a stitch (!) – an agonising sensation she'd been totally unfamiliar with since her student swimming days, and of which the painful reminder was most unwelcome! Oh! Fran huffed – crushing tightness gripped her chest, and she found herself struggling badly to draw enough breath to maintain speed! Now, an underwater observer might be able to tell why Francesca Serviss was struggling for breath. Because an underwater observer would see the bulge of the sagging, H-cup breasts that had swollen out from Fran's chest over the last few lengths, growing a little fatter and saggier with each stroke she took, as the Fitness Essence that had been restraining them wore off and her bloated, post-pregnancy bosom resumed its natural corpulence. All the extra blubber, squeezed into a size six swimsuit and pressing in on Fran's lungs, would undoubtedly make it hard for her to suck in the air her muscles needed to maintain her hellish freestyle pace. What was even worse, with her most recent underwater turn, the imaginary underwater viewer would have seen Fran's belly surge outwards into the shape of a fat pot – further straining her lycra swimwear and putting more pressure on her flab-encased lungs, even at the same time as it sagged and dragged heavily in the water. Fran now panted for breath with each stroke. She had to slow down to breathe properly, and rest her pain-wracked core muscles – her technique wasn't as precisely co-ordinated as she remembered it being all those years ago, and she'd been relying on raw power to outpace Chloe Southern, who, by contrast, had a freestyle pattern like a machine. Unfortunately, Fran felt her tremendous muscle power was starting to run dry. Oh well: she could always strain her muscles a bit harder, and rely on her astonishing, goddess-like physique to suppress the painful buildup of lactic acids! Fran strained and strained for every stroke. Her core muscles were in agony, and her diaphragm felt paralysed by the stitch! Her poor tummy felt extremely sick! And then, just as Fran was compensating, and powering onwards against the heaviness of the water's drag – which was becoming more noticeable with every metre – matters worsened terribly! “Urk!” Fran spluttered with shock, missing a breath and fluffing her swimming pattern so she lost an entire stroke. For a moment, she forgot her aching muscles entirely as a new, more horrifying and unexpected travail assaulted her in the damnably-long fifteen hundred metre race: her swimsuit had imploded! Implosion was the only word for it! The damned lycra was somehow crushing inwards from ass to tit! Fran cursed as the material pulled so tight she could barely breathe! And then there was the cutting agony, as the doubly-stitched fabric around her hips suddenly shrunk three dress sizes and bit into her legs! It was a outrage! Her poorly-tailored swimsuit had failed her, right in the middle of a very important race! She would have the manufacturer's head on a plate! Fran struggled on, but the heavy drag of the water, and the boa-constrictor tightness of her dud swimsuit was slowing her down badly! She risked a look behind to see how much lead she retained over the Blonde Beast. * Pain! Chloe knew she'd lost ten percent of her speed and was going to lose more. She'd paced herself incredibly stupidly for a 1500 metres race, in the hope of burning out Prof Serviss's unnatural fitness, and it was only out of willpower that Chloe's strength hadn't failed completely. That said, Chloe was shocked that the gap to Fran Serviss hadn't widened in the last fifty metres. In fact, Chloe had somehow narrowed it. Maybe she'd made exactly the right call on how much the Professor had to draw upon? Chloe gulped air. Her heart rate was at absolute maximum – it had been for several minutes – and she was a hundred percent certain her huge lungs and honed aerobic condition would let her claw back more distance on Fran so long as she kept breathing. Maybe her limbs felt like lead, but Chloe was a dedicated professional athlete and her willpower still had a core of steel. * Fran gritted her teeth. The Blonde Beast was eating up the gap, which Fran's first kilometre of magnificent athletic effort had built between them. To see the overgrown freshman gaining on her put a jolt of adrenalin straight into Fran's racing heart. She felt fat and exhausted – a silly notion, of course, because she was just feeling the fatigue caused by a hard endurance race – but victory depended upon her digging deep, and pushing herself to the limit! There was, however, one major problem: Francesca Serviss was as lazy as fuck! A truly great athlete, in extremis, and maybe only once or twice in their whole career, might be able to accomplish the impossible. It required skill; it needed luck; it took armfuls of natural talent; and years of dedicated training; but most of all, it called for an unbreakable willpower, tempered with the red heat of aching muscles, and slaked in the purest ice of cold determination until it was strong enough to push back against the very laws of physics themselves. Right now, Chloe Southern was that athlete. Francesca Serviss was not. For over a decade, Professor Francesca Serviss had luxuriated in lifestyle of indolent excess. A rich husband who travelled often and an easy, overpaid job – obtained by fucking out the brains of the previous Vice Chancellor – had secured for Fran the opportunity to enjoy every indulgence she could imagine. And it was an opportunity she had welcomed in every possible way. Holidays in six star hotels, with a fine restaurant for each day of the week; five-course meals with several wines, as often as she could stuff them down; a maid to cook and serve the most enormous breakfasts in bed, and to ensure plenty of snacks were always available for Fran's legendary afternoon tea parties with her friends; and more than enough money to buy rich silk dresses in the next size up whenever the consequences of her binge eating habits caught up with her. Fran's idea of a challenge that required willpower, these days, was forcing down a third big pudding, or stuffing herself with a second five course dinner because she'd accidentally lined up two Tindr dates on the the same night (and, occasionally, she'd done that very thing on purpose, to savour the thrill she felt from having sex on a grossly overstuffed, massively overindulged belly). Her athletic physique had softened inexorably, until by her forties she had a body as soft and flabby as warm butter. But, for all the damage Fran had done to enfeeble her body, and all the flab she'd piled onto her once-athletic frame, the weakening of her formerly-steely competitive willpower had been much worse! After all, she had told herself on too many occasions, why push yourself hard at the gym when one can just go to the restaurant, share an enormous lunch with one's exclusive personal trainer, and then instruct him to fuck one silly until the calories from the trio of big puddings have been sexercised away? In summary, as Fran gritted her teeth and tried to push herself to victory by drawing on her reserves of inner strength, she found she had precisely none available. Ouch! Fran felt a stab of agony run through her traps, and up her arms. A muscle strain! And a severe one at that! She writhed in pain, losing all her forward power from her upper body so that her swimming speed slowed and slowed. And she was too weak-willed to do anything about it! Fran laboured on through the water. Her tummy roiled with severe gastric distress – she was, by now, certain that her maid had been buying insufficiently fresh eggs for breakfast, and resolved to chastise the girl severely for causing her to have a bad tummy ache during a big race – and she dipped into her final underwater turn gingerly, so as not to upset it any more. Fran's turn was badly thrown off balance. It was because she was oblivious to the enormous swelling bulge of buoyant flab that was ballooning outwards by the second, as she burned through the final few drops of the Fitness Essence and her abdomen – catching up with her heavy, sagging bosom – began returning to its natural, grossly flabby and stretch-marked state. * Chloe's lungs felt white hot as she forced herself through her final turn. She saw Fran turn just ahead of her, and noticed the Professor had executed a truly execrable manoeuvre off of the final wall. It was the kind of junk motion on which a half-expert swimmer could make up over a second... And Chloe was way more than half an expert. Apart from that, Chloe didn't notice anything. Her vision was filled with splash, and her augmented sight couldn't clearly see the way that the dim cyan aura of magic around the Professor was flickering like an incandescent lightbulb that had only seconds left to live. * Katie Kane peered between spread fingers, while keeping her hands pressed firmly over her face to hide her rollercoaster of emotions. Not that anyone was looking at her, for once. All eyes were fixed on the Whale Pool, where the race of the century was mid way through its final length. To be fair, Katie had to admit that her best friend's final length was appalling. Chloe had obviously spent her whole coin of strength by keeping pace just behind Fran Serviss for the first 1450 metres. Hence her final length was, in point of fact, a sluggish crawl. It didn't matter. She'd already lapped the Largeville team, and the other competitors, twice in some cases. And, more to the point, Fran Serviss was, inexplicably, even slower. Katie's eyesight wasn't perfect. Even so, without contact lenses she could still easily make out that Fran's swimming pattern was all over the place. Whereas Chloe's stroke pattern was technically excellent, except slow due to aerobic exhaustion, Fran's arms flailed and she kicked stupidly. It looked like she couldn't get her arms forwards, and couldn't remember how to do a basic kick. And in the freestyle, of all events! Actually, it made Katie furiously angry that the race was freestyle: she was pretty certain she could get Fran disqualified for illegitimate kick actions right now, if the race had been any other discipline. And then her best friend could win... Although... Katie forced herself to judge the distance. “Yes!” Katie yelled, jumping to her feet. Katie Kane realised she'd actually just become the last of the Gainesburg swim-team to stand up and start cheering for Chloe – the rest of the girls, from Jasmine to Tiffany, and all the boys, had already eyeballed that Chloe was going to win for them. Katie glanced down the Gainesburg girls team row. Well, “Fireball” was nowhere to be seen. Big surprise. But everyone else was ecstatic. “Heh.” * Francesca was utterly out of puff! And her tummy ached intensely. Fart! Well, that wouldn't do! Fran chortled at the thought that her tummy – severely overfed with poor quality food by both her maid and the local diner – might propel her to the finish line with immense, gassy farts! In fact, Fran was losing ground rapidly to the Blonde Beast! It was because she couldn't seem to move her arms forward properly – as if they'd become disgustingly unfit and inflexible, all of a sudden, although that was a silly notion – as well as because the criminally poorly-made swimsuit was cutting off the circulation of blood to her thighs; and because she was struggling to suck in enough air because of the way the same flawed swimsuit had shrunk around her chest! Fran sensed the splashing of water as the blonde closed on her. There was only one thing to do! The muscles she'd been using were utterly exhausted, but... Well, this was a freestyle race! And she had enough of a lead that she only needed a few more strokes at top power to speed herself to victory. Fran's mind raced, and she made a decision! As a busty young woman, Francesca had always enjoyed the backstroke. It allowed her to show off her fabulous bosom, which – although more streamlined than Chloe Southern's immense boulders – did cause a noticeable quantity of drag whenever Fran swam on her front. Now, the thing about the backstroke was that it used completely different muscle groups to the ordinary freestyle! So, although Fran was tired, and her body fatigued from her day of glorious racing, she was certain she could pull off a few more high-powered metres of swimming if she rolled onto her back... But, as it turned out, rolling axially onto her back and displaying her immense, bloated bosom, together with her burgeoning pot-belly, was perhaps the single most embarrassing thing Fran would ever do in her life! A gasp ran through the audience. Fran heard the audience gasp! She cackled, inwardly. Yes! Fran thought. They're gasping because they're utterly in awe at the audacity and genius of my manouevre: switching onto my back to eek out a victory using the last few shreds of strength I have remaining in my overtaxed body! That wasn't why the audience had suddenly drawn a collective breath of shock. What had happened was that the audience – getting ready to rise for a standing ovation in honour of Chloe Southern, as they saw her overtake the seemingly-unbeatable Fran Serviss and strike for the finishing pad in the very last few yards of the 1500 metres, after a tireless pursuit of unforgettable heroism – were both shocked and horrified by the monstrous sight that emerged from under the water of the Whale Pool! Fran rolled over onto her back. The audience expected to see the rock-hard body of a young, professional swimmer. They had a clear memory of the way Fran's sixpack had protruded through her taut little swimsuit, as she'd stood at the starting blocks... What they didn't expect – and could never have expected – was the massive, gravid bulge of a gut that rotated around as Fran shifted onto her back and exposed her 50+ inch-and-rapidly-swelling belly to the world! Fran eased herself in to a first, enjoyable backstroke action, as she heard the crowd go wild. She smirked triumphantly. Her swimsuit didn't feel so tight, all of a sudden, and she gave a little kick with her feet, looking forward to another glorious victory over her blonde teenage rival. The crowd sounded insane! They were jubilant! It was the noise of five thousand spectators saluting a true champion! Fran congratulated herself inwardly, on her glorious, last-minute victory, and looked forward to receiving another gold medal on the podium. But... She did wonder why they were cheering so loudly, in advance of the point at which Fran had noticed herself touching the finishing pad... Hmmm... Perhaps there was a problem with the mechanism. But... On further examination, she didn't seem to have struck the wall of the pool. Hmmm. Rip! The audience gasped again. Fran breathed in happily. Suddenly, the gross tightness of her swimsuit felt relieved! Tear! “Ah! That's better!” Fran sighed, as she took another gentle stroke on her back, and soaked up the adulation and shock of the crowd. Doubtless they were in awe because they'd never seen such a sight as her performance at any other athletic event they'd ever attended! Shred! “Ah!” Fran breathed freely! She'd slowed down a lot, but that last breath was much easier than any other she'd taken in the last hundred metres... Any moment now, she expected to touch the finishing pad. She looked behind for it... No... It was still a couple of stokes away... Fran laughed to herself along with the chortling crowd, as she prepared to put in the final two strokes... To seize victory. An unwelcome sound blazed forth over the loudspeaker. Fran was certain she heard the name “Chloe Southern!!!!!!!!” Hmm, that couldn't be right. Fran thought to herself. After all, there shouldn't be an announcement of Chloe's name, after a race that Fran was about to win... Any moment now... Fran grinned, as she felt her fingers touch the victory plate! Success was hers! The sight which greeted Fran, however, as she turned her head to one side to gloat at Chloe Southern, and tell the irksome blonde that, once again, she'd been defeated by Francesca's superior discipline, training, diet, skill, and bosom, was a singularly unwelcome one. For the Blonde Beast was already floating – panting heavily, but looking happy – at the victory line. What was going on? Fran felt her tummy gurgle. She felt a little bloated! It was good to let her core muscles relax. She felt her abdomen swell up a little, as the tension of the race eased off. What Fran didn't notice, not quite yet, was the way her now-naked belly in her burst swimsuit had bloated outwards by twenty more inches in the last twenty seconds. The audience, caught between cheering Chloe's impossible victory – in a time that set a new national record – and gasping at Fran's monstrous transformation, had noticed. And so had a number of wags on the internet, watching the livestream... The wittiest trolls among them raced – their fingers moving in a blur over their keyboards – to be the first to get a cutting remark in allcaps into the livestream's comments feed. By popular acclaim, and frequent imitation, the winning comment on Fran's shocking bodily bloatation in the Joshua Whale Pool soon turned out to be: THAR SHE BLOWS! But Fran didn't know that yet. What Fran did know was that Chloe Southern – the Blonde Beast – looked irksomely happy. Exhausted, but happy. That couldn't be right. Chloe panted. Until several seconds after she won the race, her eyesight had been too blurred from oxygen deprivation to notice, but after several deep breaths she did spot what the audience had been gasping at. And, that shocking sight was... The size of the behemoth into which Francesca Serviss had bloated, during the several seconds over which her cheating fitness magic had become utterly exhausted. Chloe had to admit, the sight was pretty shocking – and not one that anyone would want to have recorded for posterity on an internet livestream! Still, Fran Serviss deserved what she got, one hundred percent. And what Fran Serviss got was fat! Immensely fat! Her belly had swollen and bloated beyond all believable bounds! It had burst the entire front of her swimsuit. It was so shapeless and flabby it didn't tower above her, but it did flop and bulge around her... And it bulged so far it touched and pushed against her swimming pool lane division markers – on both sides! “Hey, Professor!” Chloe panted. “What's that, Southern, you loser?” Fran asked, incomprehendingly, a few seconds before Chloe's answer prompted her to look down at her grossly-obescened body and emit a shriek that would echo down the ages. “There's something my best friend, Katie Kane, told me in a funny story. I think it applies to you at the moment, Professor!” “Oh yes, Southern. What's that?” Francesca Serviss asked. “It looks like. Heh! Um...” Fran snapped impatiently at the blathering freshman. “What, Southern?” “It, heh! It looks like somebody's been eating too much pudding!” * *

Hi everyone!! Just posted my first stuffing clip today!! Here's a little photoshoot to celebrate (and to celebrate breaking 1.5K followers online!). there's also a FREE PROMO CLIP on my page!!! Let me know what you all think

Guess who’s a Curvage model now ;D 🐷❤️

How do you think,I'm changing?

From January 3rd. Looking plump and filling out her dress! Is it me or her rolls on her sides are starting to become a bit more noticeable?

My girlfriend and I are trying to determine the best way to help her grow a pot belly ASAP. She would prefer that her belly grow much more than the rest of her body although we know that is inevitable and are fine with it. She has a pretty slim frame and we would like advice on what to feed her, milkshake recipes, time of days to eat/drink certain things, etc. that will concentrate the weight to her belly. She was a model and is falling in love with this fetish of mine so we are ready to dive right in. She has put on 6 pounds since we started indulging.

**NEW VIDEO!** It’s no secret that I’ve been getting FAT as hell lately, but would you believe I’ve never once popped a button off my jeans?! It’s true. I’ve craved that moment of sweet release when the button BURSTS off and shoots across the room. I imagined the satisfaction of my jeans no longer being able to contain the amount of lard crammed within. So, I chose a pair of jeans that were suuuuuuuper tight and decided now is the time to pop a button! I hope you enjoy watching me struggle into tight jeans, playing with my fat, and teasing before the BIG moment. Let’s pop a button, shall we? 😉

feeling so round and chubby after all this holiday eating! New vids coming soon but please support my stuffing addiction and purchase my current vids available!!! Now at their lowest prices just for you 😘😘😘

Rice and Spaghetti in Mcdonalds???🤔🤔🤤

Legs so THICK! 😃

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Sun downs are golden before they fade away

Some pics from 2017-2019 that weren't posted by her(tagged in on IG) thankfully or else we'd be seeing photoshopped photos left and right. Some pics behind the desk, out on assignment, EATING, interviewing people, and even some back side shots as well! 2017: 2018: 2019:

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Oh yes 😍

One day it will be, "I need to lose 35 lbs by April. I just nod and say OK while reminding her how sexy she is. The next day (yesterday) it is going out for beers and pizza, then on the way home stopping at a local ice cream shop for her to pick dessert up for the way home. The menu said 750 calories for dessert. She also got 2 shakes. I've never seen this eating behavior so obvious from her. She just said 1 for tonight and one for the morning. Both were gone by end of the night. As she ordered in the drive thru I jokingly rubbed her belly and said "wow that will be full and juicy tonight!" She laughed and said, "yup, maybe some will go to my ass to make it proportional" Big win this weekend.

She has some weird ass fat distribution a lot of it’s going to her ass but not her thighs so she’s currently shaped like a tooth 🦷

She is getting big

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Impromptu photo taken while we getting ready to go out ❤

A few weeks of heavy eating and many late night food deliveries are helping the cause. We are going to keep stuffing her silly until she really starts packing on the pounds. We are both watching YouTube videos about Apetamin and trying to decide what to do here, it seems like we are leaning towards a yes but would love to hear what you all think. She is serious about gaining.

Booze. My girl was thin as a rail before she started drinking in college, and her belly hasn't matched the rest of her since. (I mean, sure, she's also become quite fond of ice cream and sweets... but I think beer is the main reason behind her very belly-centric gain.)