George Russell

Fellas, I haven't been on this site for like 3 months but as soon as I saw those photos I was taken aback. This is her largest ever, and I mean ever. I remember last year April thinking how hot she would be with just 5kg on top, and looking at her now I'm not disappointed. She has to be one of the sexiest woman, because of her curves as well as her attitude towards food, its immense. Her tits have quite literally doubled in size, her jawline has vanished, her belly has doubled, its insane, and shes still considered a model. Crazy. This photo from 2020 when we thought she was "chubby" is nothing compared to now, in fact its staggering what fame can do to you, she has well in truly let herself go.

That belly is massive in the dress, +10kg since she started TikTok

Chapter 2: She posted a couple of tiktoks in the coming days, gaining a few followers, mostly her friends welcoming her to the platform and saying how pretty she was. She hopped on some trends, such as VSCO and others. She and her friend, Georgia were in her bedroom relaxing, scrolling through titkok when the friend said, “Ooh check this sound out, we should do this dance”, she showed Addison, who seemed down to try. After many failed attempts and lots of giggles Addison posted it to her account. They sat back down, scrolling through tiktok. “Addi?” Georgia asked, seeing Addison frantically swiping the top of her phone. “What are you doing? It looks like you’re having a fit.” Addison giggled. “No, I’m just refreshing the page to see how many likes I’ll get,” She said, giddily, flopping on her bed eating a bag of crisps absent-mindedly. They sat there, waiting for any traction, but after 30 minutes, nothing had happened. Irritated, Addison stood up and went to the kitchen to get another bag of crisps. On the way down, her mum passed her, looking frustrated. “I swear I bought it-hey, Addi?” She said to her as they passed, Addison turning with her hand in the bag of crisps looking for crumbs. “Yeah?” She said as innocently as she could, as Sheri thought “I bought two tubs of ice creams yesterday, with a lot of other sweets for tonight…” Addison’s heart froze. “What’s happening tonight?” She asked imploringly, trying to hide the empty bag behind her in an effort to not make it suspicious. “What do you mean, what’s happening tonight?” Sheri said, “We’ve got guests over and I need food for it!” Suddenly amidst the panic, something in Sheri’s head clicked. “Surely not…” She muttered, turning to Addison, “You didn’t… eat them all, did you?” She said, mortified as Addison’s act gave. “Oh mum!” She said, trying to cover the scent, but Sheri grabbed her hand and saw the crisps in it. “You greedy little… How could you eat all of that!” She grabbed it from Addison, and stormed out. Addison rushed downstairs and went to the kitchen, to see Sheri grabbing a padlock and putting it over the draw for the snacks. “No snacks for you this week, until you sort out your appetite!” She said sternly, locking it as Addison begged. “Please mum, it’s not that bad…” “You ate 40 dollars worth of food, I think that’s pretty bad!” Sheri snapped, closing the drawer. “Not just the price, but that’ll cause an impact on your body.” “No it won’t, Mum,” Addison said, shrugging off the remark. “It’s just one binge, besides, I’ll burn it off in Cheerleading tomorrow and the day after. It’s fine!” Sheri was skeptical, but nevertheless she felt it was a bit extreme. “Okay fine, I’ll leave the drawer. But you better watch it, I can’t have you binging all our food.” And with a huff, she went outside to get more food. Addison, feeling rather guilty but triumphant, went back upstairs to her room, where her friend was waiting, puzzled. “What’s all the fuss about?” She said as Addison flopped on her bed and opened up Tiktok. “Oh, just something about food for tonight and how I ate a bit, it was a honest mistake, I didn’t know.” “40 dollars worth of snacks ” Georgia said, shocked. “That’s quite a bit…” “No it isn’t, it was just pricy, that’s all…” Addison retorted, knowing she was lying to herself. “Hey,” She said, swiftly trying to change the subject. “Let’s record this dance, it looks so fun!” After Georgia left, Addison felt bad for her mum, and went to consult her as she was setting up for tonight. “Mum, I’m really sorry.” She said, as her mum was laying out paper plates on the patio table. “No, it’s fine.” She said kindly, looking up at her daughter. Sheri noticed that Addison was wearing a crop-top and jeans, showing her abs and slim figure. “Takes after her mother.” She thought, fondly. “It’s just a bit of snacks, I overreacted a bit. But make sure you don’t do it again, or there will be consequences.” “Okay Mum, I promise I won’t.” Addison said, a bit chirpier after the seemingly nonchalant response from her mother, and proceeded to ask another question. “Mum, could you record a tiktok with me please?” “What’s that, honey” Sheri said, puzzled. “Oh, its like a thing where you post short videos, y’know for fun, and I want to do a dance with you.” “Well, to what song?” “Obsessed, Mariah Carrey” Addison said sheepishly as Sheri laughed. “And -wait a minute - I’ll be back” She said as she ran back into the house and up the stairs, looking through her wardrobe until she could find the shirt, black with the words “Cool mom on the front”, she hurried back down, a bit out of breath from sprinting up and down a couple flights of stairs, before presenting it to her mom proudly. Sheri laughed, “Are you kidding me?” Crossing her arms in an affectionate way. “Please, it’ll be so fun!” Addison spent the next half hour helping her mum learn the dance moves, and after several takes that ranged from woeful to the tinniest of mishaps, they nailed it and she posted it, typing the caption, “Not a regular mom... a COOL mom 🤣🤣🤣 #foryoupage” And posted it. “What’s the hashtag for” Sheri asked as she uploaded it. “Oh, it’s to make it more visible I guess, so it gets more views.” “Right..” Sheri said, bemused as she went inside to prepare for that evening. The guests came at roughly 6pm, as Addison and her siblings greeted them at the door, a local custom if you will. She shook their hands, was polite and on top-form, her mum was impressed. As she was talking to some cousins about Uni, she saw the buffet that’d been set up by her parent, hot-dogs, with ketchup and mustard, with some lettuce, “Ugh,” She sneered, and looked over at the desert, the same ice-cream tubs she ate the night before, alongside some wafers. Her stomach rumbled, but she knew she had to wait, being the goody two-shoes she was trying to be to get in her parents good books(Sheri told Monty about the binge). After what seemed like hours, Sheri summoned them to the table, where she thanked those who came on behalf of the family, for coming, and let the kids have first choice from the buffet. All the younger kids burst out their seats in juvenile fashion, as Addison gracefully left the table, before turning the corner and running as fast as she could to the buffet to load on the hotdogs. She arrived at the table and grabbed 3 hotdogs, squirted ketchup on top and yanking a couple scoops of ice-cream, before walking to the back garden to eat it, a hotdog in her mouth as she walked to the bench out the back. “Someone’s hungry” She heard from behind her, as she turned and saw one of her cousins, as bit older - maybe mid-20s - walk through the patio doors and into the back-garden as she sat down on the bench. “Yeah, didn’t eat lunch, that’s all.” She said gingerly, trying to hide the surplus hotdogs. “Fair enough, you gotta eat when you gotta eat” He said, leaning against a tree as he ate his hot dog with lettuce. He glanced at Addison’s hotdogs, coated in sauce and devoid of vegetables. “Clearly not the veggie type”, he said, as Addison blushed. “No, not really, I eat them because I have to to keep my body in shape, but I don’t like them much, I mainly eat them to please my parents, do you ever do that?” “Yeah, but for different stuff.” He said, popping some lettuce into his mouth as he thought. “My parents kinda just fed me veggies from a young age, so I’m just used to it at this point.” He saw the anxious face on Addison as she bit into another hotdog, the ketchup spilling out the bun. “But you know,” he said, “some people just don’t like them, which is fair enough. You don’t have to eat vegetables to be healthy, just moderate your diet and make sure you don’t eat too much junk, because that’s the stuff that makes you fat, no matter how much exercise you do.” “Y’know for experience?” Addison asked, intrigued. “Ish,” he said, reserved. “My dad had diabetes, and despite him working out, his diet is what caused him to die of a heart attack,” He was sombre for a second , and Addison felt as if she should hug him. “I’m -“ She stuttered, “It’s fine”, he said, grabbing a beer from his back-pocket and opening the can. “He died when I was very young, so I didn’t know him personally.” “Yeah but still, it must’ve been hard” She said sympathetically, biting into her last hotdog enthusiastically. “Yeah, well you just got to keep level-headed, and don’t let stuff pleasure you as an escapism.” He paused, and chuckled. “I sound like some teacher don’t I, god.” And he whisked his beer and walked back into the house, leaving Addison to think for a couple of seconds. “Why did he tell me this?” It all seemed a bit random. “Maybe he was clearing his conscience about something” She thought as she dove into the melting pool of ice-cream. As she licked the spoon and scooped the delicious paste into her mouth, she passed. “Look at yourself”, she took a step back, and stood up and looked herself in the reflection of the patio. “Could my diet really hurt me?” She thought, looking at her flawless physique. She lifted her shirt and felt her belly, some definition present, but not ripped, a bit bloated from the load of hotdogs. Did she want to be super skinny? Not really, she thought, she liked her body, and how the fat went to the right areas like her ass. She prodded her ass through her trousers, it’s pear-shaped structure padded and rounded nicely In the jeans, a great shape. But could she lose this figure? “You’re overthinking, that guy’s struck a chord that doesn’t exist, quit it.” Her mind chastised, and she snapped out of it and decided to record a tiktok, but quickly lost interest and saved it into drafts. She checked the video she did with her mum, and nearly collapsed when she saw the views. 500k. She refreshed the page. 510k. She was stunned, and checked the comments, flooded with messages of support and emojis, but a lot were congratulating her. “For what?” She thought as she scrolled down, and saw a comment saying, “Wow, even Mariah Carey saw this!” Dumbfounded, she checked Mariah Carey’s account, and went on her liked posts. This time she actually fainted.

Perfect body in my opinion, not a stick but not a balloon, just slightly on the chunky side, and she's got a good face

Her now vs her peak in April, I think a 1-2 more kgs and she'll be back

Things that have been missed

Most exercise she's done in about 3 months for this ad

She looks so wide, its insane

The fat underneath her tits, I swear they were never that big, either she had a boobjob or all the eating went to the jugs

Addison's diet has officially gone out the window, this bitch is one unhealthy eater

That belly sag tho on the bed

I just thought of the concept of writing about her path to fame, and how it worsened her diet and physique as she got more famous. It starts in July 2019 and goes until March/April 2020, at the peak of that year. It a fictional narrative based on non-fictional events, a weird one but quite fun. Chapter 1: “Why not?” Addison thought, sitting on her bed scrolling aimlessly through her phone, her blond hair dishevelled in a bun as she lay facing towards the ceiling. “If all my friends have tiktok, why shouldn’t I?” She gazed out the window, the autumn dusk setting in as July of 2019 was beginning to slip into August. She tapped the download button and waited, sitting up and looking at herself in the mirror. See assessed her body, long blonde hair with dazzling eyes, 34c cup tits, slim waist, slim thighs and a padded ass, she could have been much worse off. Standing at 5’2 and 52kg, she was aware that her physique was rare and she did cheerleading and dance to keep her body toned. Others had noticed as well, and she’d been asked to model quite frequently, thus having to keep her standards high. A soft vibration from the bed drew her back as it finished downloading, and she dabbled with it for half and hour, liking videos and seeing a couple dancing videos which looked fun. “Addison!” A pleasant, southern accent called from downstairs. “Dinners in a couple minutes, could you come down?” “I’ll be a sec!”, she responded, and hoisted herself out the bed and walked downstairs. Her mum, Sheri, was frying some chicken, and the waft of it had Addison almost salivating. Despite her slim body, her diet without her parental supervision was terrible, and at school despite her parents packing healthy foods for lunch, she often payed for fatty foods such as pizza or ice-cream, and often out-ate some of her friends when she went out. Her dad and two brothers were waiting at the table, her dad on what seemed like an work call, and left the table to the next room. Addison sat at the table, scrolling through her phone as she waited. Once dinner was served - a plate of fried chicken with chips and a green salad - her dad, Monty, returned. “Bon appetit” Sheri said, as they all tucked in. Addison grabbed a couple wings and dove into them, licking the grease and fat from her fingers. Once she finished, she glanced at the plate to find a few left, and asked. “Mum, can I have seconds please?” “Not until you have some greens, you’ve barely touched the salad!” Sheri said, her blue eyes stern as Addison pouted. “But you know I don’t like salad, it tastes gross.” “No one does,” Her father chimed in, “but you need it or you’ll become like your pops; wrinkly and fat!” The table chuckled, whilst Addison stared at her dad, irritated. “Well, diet’s just one part. I exercise a lot so no matter how much junk I eat, I can just burn it off.” She brushed her hair back. “Besides, I’m not just going to lose my physique like that,” She snapped her fingers. “Yes, but someday you’ll moved out and then no ones controlling what you eat or whether or not you exercise, so you need to learn to be able to take care of yourself,” Sheri chided, as she served some salad onto Addison’s plate, and she groaned. “Ugh, I can’t stand this, I wish I could just be by myself without you controlling me.” “Yes, well until you demonstrate you can take care of yourself, including your diet” Monty accentuated as Addison moaned, “until then we’ll be the chefs, not you.” They ate in mostly silence after this, Addison eating a forkful of leaves before abandoning the task. Once everyone left the table, she snuck back and ate the last wings by herself in her room as she scrolled through tiktok. “Shit!” She muttered as a part of the wing fell on the floor, as she scrambled to pick it up and stuff it in her mouth. As she lay in bed, scrolling through tiktok until 11pm, she realised she was still hungry, her stomach yearning for more food. She left the room and crept downstairs into the kitchen, and scoured the fridge for food. Opening the freezer, she saw a massive tub of ice cream, and snatched it. “I’ll only have a couple bites” She thought as she crept back upstairs. She opened the tub up, and scooped up a thick white spoonful and put it in her mouth. The cold, salivating taste was immense, as she started shovelling spoonfuls into her mouth, the rich taste insatiable. She was in such as haze that she omitted the fact that she’d eaten half the tub, and even by the time she’d finished, she was still dissatisfied. She licked the inside of the lid and the tin, before going downstairs again, grabbing another tub, and finished it again. She was on autopilot, going up and down, grabbing snacks and fatty foods, chocolate bars, sweets, some coke, stuffing it in her face. She couldn’t stop, her belly craving for more as she devoured the food, not stopping until she crashed out in her bed. She woke up the next day with a massive headache, her belly hurting and bloated. She stood up and went to the bathroom to have a shower and get changed, uncoordinated and lethargic. She got out and tried to clear the mess of wrappers and crumbs scattered around her room. “That was stupid, Addison”, she thought, chucking it all in the bin as she went downstairs for breakfast, making sure she’d not make too much. The house was silent, it being a Sunday at 8am, so she was alone as she prepared some cocoa pops. As she grabbed for one of the small bowls, she glanced around, and realising she was alone, she went for one of the bigger ones, filling it to the brim and eating it at the island as she scrolled through tiktok. She watched some more dance videos, and felt like she could easily make some herself. “Maybe later”, she murmured as she lifting a spoonful of chocolate into her mouth.

looks from mum, build from dad

Just give up the model body, it clearly isn't going to work