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  1. Can anyone identify this gorgeous babe?
  2. Some morphs of this goddess. I'm learning photoshop and couldn't resist.
  3. She's stunning. She can lose weight, but she'll never lose DEM HIPS
  4. Update: there is! If only the runway contrasted with the dress. But still....
  5. Found these on tumblr, here: http://planetofthickbeautifulwomen.tumblr.com/post/89726058318/rosie-mercado-wearing-eyani-couture-the Breathtaking! Please someone tell me there is video of this!
  6. Right sorry about that stuff should start happening now Jennifer raised herself to a seated position, her back to the stone platform. She had been winded by the fall, but nothing more was wrong. She remained remarkably clean, despite the dust that had been dislodged by the disturbance. But something was different. She couldn’t tell what, at first. She was a lot warmer than she should have been at this depth, in these surroundings. Without thinking, she unbuttoned the front of her shirt and loosened her shorts. That was better. However, it wasn’t. Her hands sprang to her waist. It was softer than before, and there was more of it. She looked down. It was unmistakeable – her belly had grown. It jutted over her shorts in a small roll. She frowned. Then the process began to quicken. Her hips were growing, and along with her upper thighs they began to fill the fabric of her shorts. She could feel them growing tighter. Her tanned skin was stretching; it looked like it was being inflated somehow. She pressed her fingers into her thigh; the skin was soft and gave way easily as her digits sunk into her deepening flesh. She stood up quickly, alarmed by what was happening. She looked at her fingers. They were certainly plumper; it felt harder to bend them. Her arms were growing too. Her forearms were growing fleshy, and her growing upper arms were beginning to tighten the cuff of her shirt. She began to stagger towards a doorway she could see in the chamber. She had to get out. But the process continued. Her hips continued to expand, doughy flesh appearing around her middle. Her thighs were much thicker now, perhaps double the circumference they had been previously. She moved her plumper hands to her behind, and was shocked by what she found; a multitude of fat had collected there. She was wide now; the soft flesh of her growing bottom was growing widthways and outwards too. Her buttocks filled the back of her shorts where previously the fabric had been loose. The effect resembled a soft pillow growing behind her. Her middle was also larger now, a protruding belly that flopped over her shorts and curved upwards in an enlarging mash of soft, tanned flesh, visible between her straining, unbuttoned shirt. Above this now engorged belly sat her breasts. The process had not missed them out. From small, C-cup tits they were growing, swelling out of the cups of her bra. They were melon sized now, soccer sized protuberances of flesh that jiggled as she struggled towards the exit. The soft bounce of her bosom fought with her efforts to reach the way out. She had almost reached the exit. It was about three and a half feet high and three feet wide. There was no helping the situation now; she was fat. The chubbiness of the transformation had now progressed into full on obesity. Her thighs rubbed as her newly formed waddle slowed. This, in turn, caused the sway of her enlarged buttocks to increase, the cheeks of her behind wobbling as they strained at the now skin tight shorts. With the tear of a seam and a ripping sound they were gone; she had to pause as she removed the collection of fabric that now clung to the middle of her thick, juicy thighs. Her shirt was also discarded – the cuffs had dug into, the been ripped by, her now fleshy upper arms, which flapped against her widened sides as she finally reached the door. She flopped to the ground, her breasts dropping pendulously from her chest as her bra snapped off. Beneath them, her swollen belly now hung, round and soft, her belly button a deep cavity in its tanned, luscious flesh. She shuffled forward on her now padded knees, her wide, bounteous buttocks swaying from side to side as she began to try and negotiate a way back to the outside world. Her thighs brushed, sending a wave of unexpected excitement up her legs. Jennifer’s mind was far cloudier now – she had lost sense of time, even of self. Something told her she had to make her way through the tunnel ahead, but the memory of her colleagues was now far distant and forgotten. The height of the passageway was not an issue; the enlarging Jennifer Stone had slumped to all fours, her breath now ragged as the extra weight of the accumulation of fat across her body took its effect. It was the width that was the problem. Her butt was still growing, two great expanses of flesh that now formed a fatty platform across her rear end. Her thighs were super thick, tapering to fat calves and dimpled, plump feet that struggled to push against the loose dirt. She attempted to enter the tunnel. Her forearms squeezed through, squashed against the cold stone of the passageway’s walls. She shuffled onwards, her new belly pressing the flesh of her thighs behind. Her breasts swung beneath her, free of her discarded bra and heavy with lush fat. Then her hips reached the beginning of the tunnel. She heaved, her back end convulsing against the rock, but they would not fit. Though the process seemed to have stopped, her hips pressed against either side of the exit, rendering her immobile. The chiselled stone pressed into the soft flesh of her now huge width. She struggled forward again, her buttocks rippling behind her, but she could not move. Her mind was a jumble of disconnected thoughts. The look of panic on her face had now subsided. Indeed, she now looked rather calm. Her cheeks had grown with process, swelling and rounding to become full and glowing, making her face seem far more round. Her lips had plumped too, their pout now even more exaggerated. Her hair fell messily across her forehead, but the effect of the mysterious pool and the fattening process ahd caused her to grow into a chubby faced beauty. Jennifer Stone was hardly Jennifer Stone anymore. Thoughts of escape had subsided in her mind, and she squeezed backwards out of the exit, shuffling her wobbling backside back into the chamber. Once free of the tunnel, she endeavoured to stand. It took a couple of attempts, but she heaved her now heavy body up. There she stood, a new woman. Her buttocks jutted out behind her, great curving masses of flesh that met her hips in wide rotundity either side of her blossomed belly. This hung down, just obscuring her underwear which had somehow elastically escaped the impact of her much swollen girth. She kneaded a couple of plump hands into the soft mass of her belly, her growth now exciting and beautiful to her. Pushed together by her plump arms, her breasts now exhibited cavernous cleavage; two round wobbling stacks of jiggling tissue, topped by small, hard nipples. Her face was softened by her fattened neck, her fat cheeks now curving into a smile as she surveyed her new body. The chamber was now populated by gigantic stone tables, covered with mysterious foods of a mythical nature. She hefted herself towards one, her once purposeful stride no an exaggerated waddle, with her belly and breasts bouncing and her gigantic bottom swaying behind her. She sat down (making an easily discernible sound) on a smaller stone next to the table. Her mighty buttocks cushioned her bulk, a ready-made seat for her relax upon. Her belly was pushed up by her thighs, and her breasts rested upon it, the twin orbs extending out just below her softened face. She jutted across the seat, the supreme width of her large hips ensuring an overlap of spongey flesh on either side. As she began eating, a look of pure contentment spread across her rotund features. The slim, adventurous Jennifer Stone was gone. In her place was a Goddess, a glutton, a round, fattened picture of womanhood gorging herself upon the delights of the rainforest.
  7. First post, only my 5th/6th attempt at writing WG fiction. Be nice! :-[ The Temple by redstarfranz It had taken several weeks for Jennifer Stone and her expedition to reach their goal; the heart of the Congolese jungle. Here was a land almost untouched by modern humanity – thick forest bisected by wide, sluggish rivers. The verdant foliage had created a formidable barrier but finally the five man team had found their target. They had reached the cradle of the once great Fantu Empire, an ancient confederation of tribes that had once spanned this entire stretch of forest. They closed in now on the greatest prize of all, the rumoured heart of Fantu mysticism: the Temple of Light. The journey had taken its toll on the party, and none more so than Jennifer herself. In her early thirties, her clothes were clogged with the rich soil of the rainforest, and earthy smears had found their way onto her cheeks. She was a beautiful woman; her flowing auburn hair was pulled tightly back from her forehead and hung in a long ponytail down her back. Her face was slender, an angular, well proportioned nose framed by gorgeous cheekbones. Her plump red lips were constantly in a slight pout, and today they were parted in a constant struggle for breath as the humidity of the jungle took its toll. She was slim; her khaki shirt and shorts hung rather loosely on her frame, pushed out by her largish breasts. She lifted a slender arm to hack at a vine that blocked her path. Then, all of a sudden, there it was. The Temple of Light stood, bathed in the strong tropical sun of the clearing, its angular stone structure softened by the encroachment of nature. There could be no mistaking, this was it. Jennifer had been studying it all her young academic life. She had found it. The team looked at each other in awe. Jennifer motioned to her colleagues. “Split up, we’ve got to try and find the entrance. Meet back here in 30 minutes.” Her teammates nodded and the group set off towards the dark shape which lurked amongst the trees. She took a path that led her across the tangle of roots at the foot of one of the great stone walls of the Temple. She picked her way carefully through the undergrowth, tracing a way between two huge stone slabs that led into the heart of the ancient complex. Ten minutes later, and the group were truly scattered. Jennifer looked up from the ground as she made her way through the temple grounds. Not a soul in sight. Then she noticed a parting in the undergrowth, a depression in the Temple wall that sunk below ground level and also into the stone itself. She moved forward, and there it was – a narrow gap in the wall, a dark hole that could only lead to one place. Inside the temple. Again she looked around. None of her colleagues were in sight. She should turn back, meet at the designated point and share her discovery. But something pulled her towards the entrance. She had spent her life working towards this moment. She had to look inside, even just momentarily. On her hands and knees, she shuffled along the earth and into the entranceway. This couldn’t be the main entrance, it must be some sort of secondary gateway. There was rudimentary doorway carved into the stone, but it was at most three feet high. She was forced to crawl through. The ground roughened beneath her knees, as her eyes adjusted to the new deep, inky darkness that surrounded her. The tunnel was long, she flicked her head torch on and she could see the beam bouncing far down the narrow cavity. She crawled on, her sense of curiosity insatiable. At length, she emerged into a larger space. She gasped as she noticed the ancient Fantu carvings that adorned the walls, sprawling figures carrying out various tasks, along with stylised illustrations of the plants and animals of the forest. The space seemed to channel her deeper into the temple, and she followed the path. After the path sloped downwards, she reached a shimmering body of water that sat within an even larger chamber of the temple. She was suddenly cold; she had lost track of how deep underground her path had taken her. She arced her head torch’s beam across the water, which barely rippled in silence and stillness of the chamber. She would have to turn back. The way seemed blocked, and besides, her colleagues would be back at the meeting point by now. But rational thought seemed to struggle in her brain. The darkness was more than darkness; it had a pervasive quality, and it was getting inside her mind. Something was telling her to continue, find a way past the water. Something was drawing her on. As she shone her light across the water again, she noticed a darker patch at the far wall, a cavity in the side of the chamber. Another entrance? She found herself lowering her body into to water. It was cool, but far from the freezing temperature the environment in the rest of the chamber had suggested! She pushed out, into the pool. The liquid washed over her frankly filthy clothes. Was it a trick of the light, or was there some sort of luminescence to the water itself? It seemed to glow as it lapped against her. Her clothes shed themselves of the dust and earth that had caked them. Her skin felt softer and smoother; she raised an arm and her tanned skin was spotless in the glare of her head torch. She reached the end of the lake entirely cleansed. Her hair, having worked itself loose, no cascaded over one shoulder, shimmering from the water. She felt fresh and energised. The thought of her colleagues outside had long left her mind; she was singly focused now on finding the centre of the temple. She adjusted the head torch, which was waterproof, and submerged herself beneath the water. She did not know how long she swam through that submerged passageway, but when she emerged, she was gasping for air. As her breath returned, she looked around, and was truly stunned. She found herself at the edge of a great room, adorned with thousands of carved scenes sprawling across its walls. In these illustrations, strange figures dressed in ceremonial Fantu robes performed mystic rituals. But what caught Jennifer’s eye were the women. The scenes depicted several female forms, but they were rotund and exaggerated in their feature, similar to, if not slightly more realistic than, the familiar shape of the ancient Venus fertility statue artefacts. These women, it seemed to Jennifer, were the centre of the rituals depicted – they were shown lying down, feeding and bathing, surrounded by the figures of the priests. She turned her attention to the centre of the room. Here a great stone pedestal stood. She made her way up the stone steps that had been carved into this slab, and at the top found herself facing a small statue of a native Fantu woman, carved out of the rock. She was a chubby figure, and beautifully detailed and carved. Jennifer moved towards it. Her head was now swimming, her gaze unbroken from the statuette in front of her. This was the culmination of her work – to touch such a priceless artefact from such a mysterious and little-understood ancient people. She reached forwards and at once grasped the stone figure. She ran her fingers along the curve of the miniature woman’s hips, across her stone bosom and her round face. It was perfect. Suddenly Jennifer was thrown backwards. She rolled down the steps to the foot of the rock, the chamber shaking around her. A great roaring noise filled the space, and dust, shaken loose from the ceiling, cascaded down around her. Then, as abruptly as it had started, the commotion stopped.
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