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PrincessBlurmy

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  1. It's $2 Tuesday time!

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    This week you should join me in the tub, and for less than the price of the ice cream consumed!

     

  2. Essentially, I just wanted to post this pic because I thought it was pretty sexy.

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    But I thought it would be silly not to remind you what it's associated with 😉

     

    1. degek2001

      degek2001

      Wow, love this update. Congrats with the 200 milestone! ❤️ Henk

  3. Things like a hide option if you see something you don't want to see again. Seeing too much of someone? Put them on snooze for a set period. Only want to see posts from women? Just tick the box. Just some thoughts anyway. 🖤
  4. I woke up early on Monday morning to the familiar sensation of my girlfriend pressing her lips against mine. “Mmm good morning” I murmured as I finally opened my eyes to see her smiling face. I moved my arms to embrace her only to find that my wrists were already fastened into the restraints we kept on the bed at all times. “You’ve been busy I see” She just laughed as she was busying herself with something at the end of the bed. I scooted up the bed just a little so that I could rest on my elbows, trying to see what she was up to. “Hey hun” she started before turning to face me “remember a couple of weeks back when we were messing around with that filter on snapchat?” “Yeah, what of it?” “Remember how handsome I thought you looked as a dude?” I felt a little rise in my anxiety levels when I heard that. Emmy was a kinky girl, the kinkiest I'd ever been with. I wondered just what she had planned. “Yeah it was sweet, what are you up to?” She pulled a box from the bottom of the bed and opened it, pulling out a fleshy looking item that I quickly realised was a mask. She put it on her hand and turned the face to look at me. “What do you think?” she asked, that impish grin on her face. I looked into the eyeless form of the latex mask that stared back at me. “It... it kinda looks like that snapchat photo” “That’s right! I had it made! Just for you! Well for me too really” she giggled as she started to roll the mask over my face. I was in no position to protest so I let her have her fun. “What do you think?” she asked as she held a hand mirror in front of my face. I took in my reflection, the short dark hair, the thick eyebrows, the stubble, it was vaguely familiar from the photo. What wasn’t so familiar was the chubby cheeks and the large double chin that hung from the mask. “It looks kinda chubby” I replied “are you sure they made it to your specifications?” “Oh yes” she purred “you know I'm bisexual but I never told you what kind of guy I like” I gulped as I looked down at my slim body, half bound to my bed whilst wearing the face of a fat man. “What kind of guy do you like?” I asked, half knowing the answer. “Let me show you.” She started pulling a number of boxes from under the bed, some of them looked kinda heavy but she was so excited that it barely showed. She heaved the largest one onto the bed and removed its contents. Inside was a huge flabby gut made from the same latex as the mask. She looked at me expectantly as if trying to gauge my reaction, to be fair, the way the mask clung to my face it must have been pretty easy to see how shocked I looked. “You want me to wear that?!” “I sure do baby; you’re going to look so hot” she hefted the gut and started moving it towards me. It opened at the rear and used a plastic zip to fasten. As she secured it around me, I felt how snug it was as it was fastened. She paused to heft it again and let it drop. I felt the chins of the mask bunch up as I looked down to see this hairy gut jiggle around me. She let out a contented little moan before she returned to the boxes on the floor. “And what if I don’t want to wear this?” I asked as she lifted the latest piece onto the bed. She paused and looked me straight in the face. “Well baby, you don’t have to wear it but I did spend a lot of money on this so it’d be nice if you could at least try it. Besides, it might be a little while before I help you out of those restraints if you don’t want to play” she smirked. I just sighed. “Go on then” “Thank you, baby,” she smiled before going on with her plan. This next piece was the chest of the suit. “I’m going to have to uncuff you to get these next pieces on, do you promise not to try and escape?” “Do you promise it’s worth my while?” I toyed back. She nodded so I acquiesced. She undid the cuffs and started to pull my arms through the chest piece. It also zipped at the back; the zipper buried beneath the rubber flab. My breasts sat in pockets within the rubber chest, so snug that it felt like they had been made especially for me. I verbalised my thoughts and she confirmed my suspicions. “They were made from a cast” “You took a cast of my boobs?!” “You’re a really heavy sleeper” she laughed. I looked down to see my pert, shapely breasts replaced with a pair of flabby man boobs. “Happy moob day” she laughed as she busied herself with the next box. I took the opportunity to check out my new form so far. I was amazed at how the sagging neck of the mask seemed to blend with padded sternum that now covered me. The hairs that covered the chest and gut and circled the droopy nipples were the same dark brown as the hair of the mask, a stark contrast to my fair hair. My slender hands looked out of place as I grasped and the sagging flesh of my false torso but that wouldn’t be for long. The next pieces were a pair of great strapping arms, strapping with fat that is. She rolled them up my arms like a pair of gelatinous gloves. The upper arms wobbled as she pulled them into position and fastened them to the torso. Once one was on, she worked with the other, giving me the chance to observe how different to my regular arms. My delicate, small hands were replaced with ruddy palms with sausage-like digits, thick and meaty. That unfamiliar hair covered my lower arms and sprouted from my armpits. When she had finished the arms, she paused to kiss me deeply and passionately. “Thank you for doing this, this is so hot!” She got me to lie on my fleshy back while she readied my new lower half. I couldn’t feel the zips, it was obvious she had spared no expense on this suit. Next up was the pelvic area and what was to be my brand-new fat ass. She showed it to me before she slipped it over my legs. It wobbled by itself as she held it there for me to inspect briefly, a fine covering of downy fluff covered the cheeks and a thick thatch of wiry hair covered the crotch. She got me to lift my ass as she secured my new bulbous one in place. The legs went on similarly to the arms, like a fat pair of stockings, adding many inches to my slim pins. These wobbled just as much as the ass and belly and were decorated with small curly hairs from thigh to ankle. She fastened the legs to the pelvis and clapped to herself at her apparent triumph. At this point she took me by the hands and pulled me to my feet, I instantly felt the weight of the suit as she guided me towards our mirror. “What do you think fat man?” she asked me, her voice dripping with lust. I was gobsmacked. The illusion was so lifelike, you couldn’t tell there was a slim young woman hidden behind the inches of faux fat. There was just one thing off. “Are you ready to fuck your girlfriend fatso?” I nodded my head, feeling my double chin waggle as I did “But how?” I asked. The final box. In it was a lifelike cock and balls, erect and fit for purpose. Attached to it was a curved dildo pointing in the opposite direction. “I can’t have all the fun now can I?” she asked as she lubed up the dildo and inserted it into my pussy. I was already quite wet, who knew that being turned into a fat man would be such a turn on?! She attached the fat pad to the rest of the pelvis and my transformation was complete. She guided me back over to the bed and pushed me back. The bed shook and creaked as my fat ass landed. She eagerly disrobed before straddling my flabby thighs. She reached down and started working the prosthetic cock while maintaining eye contact with me. “You like that big boy?” I nodded, eager to play the part for her. “I know something you’d enjoy more” she grinned as she licked her lips. She forcibly pushed down on the fat pad and I was surprised when the dildo in me began to vibrate. She noticed my favourable reaction. “Oh yeah, you like that” she remarked as she climbed aboard the fat train, grabbing a hold of my sagging man tits as she inserted my false phallus into her sopping twat. She rode me hard causing my fat frame to jiggle uncontrollably and the moans were not just her own. “I want to feel you on top of me” she said breathlessly as she rolled off of my blubbery body. I spread her thighs and stuck my fat cock in her effortlessly. “Oh you’ve done this before!” she gasped as she tried, unsuccessfully to wrap her legs around me. “You’re so fucking hot” I said in a deeper voice, trying to immerse myself in the role. She appreciated the commitment and pulled me down on top of her, my heavy gut squashing her somewhat as we kissed again. I began thrusting my hips, fucking my slim girlfriend for the first time. Feeling all the layers of phony flab sway and jiggle rhythmically. My fat man tits slapping against her perfect boobs. She could tell I was close, we both were. “Are you gonna cum fat man?” she said with ragged breaths I nodded again as I moaned. She grabbed a small remote I hadn’t noticed from the nightstand. “Cum for me fat man!” she shouted as she climaxed herself, pushing the button as she did. I came hard and rolled off of her, stringy white liquid still dripping from my hard cock. “That must be what the remote was for” I thought as she pressed into my fat pad once again to turn off the vibrator. “How was your first fuck as a fat dude?” she asked as we lay back, catching our breath. “Amazing” was all I could manage, still in my deeper voice. “And just think” she said as she turned to me “It’s only Monday”
  5. Who fancies another $2 Tuesday?

    Just $2 for this 24 minute clip of me tackling a large pizza in my slightly slimmer days.

    Get it before midnight to make an awesome saving!

     

    1. Chevalier

      Chevalier

      Nice, I can continue my detective pikachu party with this 😊

  6. Y'all ready for this?

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    2. regbill

      regbill

      somebody looks like they were having fun with that funnel.;)

    3. PrincessBlurmy

      PrincessBlurmy

      Too right I was!

      Can't wait to play with it again.

    4. degek2001

      degek2001

      Me too. Can't wait to see you play again... ❤️ Henk

  7. Version 1.0.0

    I've been in the feedism community in some form or another since I was just a girl and one of the fantasies that always excited me was funnel feeding. Finally, I get the chance to try it for myself! Watch as I get fed 2 pints of mass gainer shake through my own funnel. Dressed in matching bra and booty shorts, I even play with my belly rolls as an added bonus.

    $3.99

  8. Are you guys wanting new content yet or should I save it for next week?... 🥤

     

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    2. KittyPiggy

      KittyPiggy

      @Chevalier Why? Do you have a thing for Thor?

    3. Chevalier

      Chevalier

      lol fun times, forgive the quality.

       

  9. I'll take things that never happened for $500 Alex.
  10. “Err... Vega?” “Yes Claire?” “Could you summon the stealth suit?” asked the unsure young test subject “Of course Claire” replied the voice of the AI in her head As soon as the words had been heard then Claire noticed something heading towards her at a phenomenal speed. She braced for impact by closing her eyes, shielding her head and raising her leg to try and deflect the blow. But the impact never arrived. Instead she felt the sensation of garments adorning her body, on opening her eyes she could see that she was in fact clad in what appeared to be a skin-tight bodysuit that ran from just below her neck and covered her entire body seamlessly. It had even managed to work its way under her standard issue underwear. “Take those off won’t you Connors?” Asked Doctor James Claire complied with his wishes and there were many murmurings from the assembled onlookers, she felt uncomfortable with so many people giving her their attention, as if they were appraising her body even though it was the suit they were more interested in. “As you can see, the stealth suit contours to the user’s body specifications” started James “It’s constructed from a lightweight material that is resistant to all weather conditions as well puncture and tearing damage not to mention the revolutionary chameleon tech that we have implemented here which Connors will demonstrate now, Connor’s - against the wall and activate vanish mode please.” Claire carried out the instructions of Doctor James and soon enough all that you could see of her was her head. James droned on about how the chameleon tech worked but all Claire could think about was how weird it was that she could see straight through her body, hell, she couldn’t even see her body! She was roused from her wonderings by a question by one of the onlookers. “This is incredibly impressive doctor but what of her head? Surely the suit is useless if her head is visible.” “Yes of course, this is merely a prototype demonstration” replied the Doctor “the final product will include a full head hood that totally obscures the wearer’s head from view, making them completely invisible when vanish mode is activated.” The Doctor’s words led Claire to day-dream once again, how would it feel to be totally invisible? To be completely sealed in the form fitting suit? Her breath caught in her throat and she coughed a little. “Are you feeling okay Claire?” asked Vega-11 “I’m recording an elevated heart rate” “I’m fine thanks Vega” replied Claire while she wondered if Vega-11 could also sense her slight arousal at the thought.
  11. Hi folks hope you all had an enjoyable Easter weekend.

    I had a cool idea just now and decided to run a $2 Tuesday!

    So today only you get my selected video for the reduced price of just $2!

     

    Grab it before it goes back to full price!

    1. Chevalier

      Chevalier

      Sounds like more fun than the chicken and waffles ad. Thanks for this opportunity and your beautiful writing.

       

  12. It’s funny what can happen in a year isn’t it? Just a year ago I wouldn’t have dreamed about standing outside Tesco on a Bank Holiday morning at 8:45, waiting for it to open. I’d feel a little self-conscious if there were anyone else around - I must look a bit strange, but there’s no-one else here, just me and my girlfriend Ivy. Yes, what a difference a year makes. It had been a year to the day that I had found out about Ivy’s secret, her fetish if you will. Her need to get fat. What had started out as a secret love affair with food and gaining weight had been thrust out into the open through my catching her in the act of gorging herself and challenging her. It seemed that now that her secret was out, she could relax more, several takeaways a week had become the norm at our house, there was no attempt to pretend that she ate healthily anymore when I was around, often eating to the point of discomfort and relying on me to soothe her aching with a tender belly rub. I’d quite often come home to find her in a state of semi undress, chocolate smeared over her face and painfully swollen stomach. “There was a sale on Cadbury’s” she’d offer “Which ones?” I’d reply “All of them” she’d smile Of course, her secret wasn’t really out, not to everyone’s knowledge anyway. She’d keep up the pretences of finding it hard to diet while with family and friends knowing full well that once she was behind closed doors, she’d be stuffing herself with whatever salty snack she could get her hands on. No longer taking Pringles by the stack, she’d think nothing of downing the whole tube as an after-work snack. She’d grown quite fond of pork crunch, something she’d never tasted during her days of strict dieting and fitness, I’d once made the joke that surely she’d be accused of cannibalism as she was getting quite porky herself, that one earned me a playful jab in the arm. Yes, there’s no way that you can eat the way that Ivy had been doing and not gain weight and through her efforts she had managed to add 62lbs to her frame in the last year. She really had given in to her gluttony and the effects were evident on her body. If she had been soft last year, she was downright chubby this. That slight belly bulge from last year’s Easter was no more, in its place sat a plump pot that hung over her panties. Her arse must have doubled in size too, ridiculously round and it juts out like a girl from a rap video. Her thighs are so soft and fun to touch, a sentiment shared by our cat who likes to come and knead at her legs whenever she’s relaxing and watching television, which is an awful lot seeing as she’s given up going to the gym for anything but a light swim or to use the sauna. Her arms have grown plump and now that she has foregone exercise that doesn’t take place in the bedroom, she doesn’t exactly have a lot of muscle tone. Her bras no longer cut into her thankfully, we had to upgrade those again last month. Her breasts are significantly bigger, even if they aren’t as firm or perky, she seems very happy with their growth, I know I am! It’s a joy to watch them rest on top of that upper belly roll when she slouches and I’ve got to tell you, helping her lotion her growing body is one of the highlights of my day. She’s not fond of stretchmarks and she’s doing her best to keep them at bay but when you indulge that much, there’s no denying them. Her face remains relatively slim, save for when she tilts her head down or when she’s laughing, then it’s evident that there’s a small amount of pudge that has grown there. I can’t wait for it to get bigger; she won’t be able to hide that she’s a fat girl then. That’s what she’s doing at work, her attire that had consisted of tight jeans and strappy tops have been replaced with flowing dresses and kaftan tops. She’s hiding her gain so that she doesn’t have to deal with prying questions. She dreads getting the old “When’s it due?” question but I think that’s only because she won’t be able to hide her arousal at the faux pas. I don’t afford her the same luxuries when it’s just the two of us though. She delights in me mentioning how hefty she’s looking or having her try on clothes that no longer fit. The jeans she’s wearing now are meant for a girl at least a size smaller, a fact made evident by how her belly oozes over the waistband and her arse strains the seams. She catches me eying her plump belly roll and her eyes sparkle, she can’t help but grin. I give her a wink to let her know that’s exactly what I was appreciating. It may be before 9 on my bank holiday but I don’t mind being stood waiting for Tesco to open because I know why we’re here. She’s been planning for this for weeks, there’s no chancing it this time, we have multiple shopping bags and even a list, she’d befriended someone who worked on confectionary, she knew all the prices before the shop even opened and has allocated her money accordingly. No longer than 30 minutes later then we’re back home, she’s shed her ill-fitting garments and lies naked surrounded by the brightly coloured packages. “Happy with you haul?” I ask her She simply nods her response as her mouth is already full of chocolate. I place my hand on her lower belly roll and give it a little jiggle. “You know, you’ll get fat if you carry on eating like this?” “That’s the plan” she smiled, already unwrapping her next egg I do likewise, I’ve really come to enjoy feeding her, fattening her, I never knew about this part of myself either. I thank her for introducing me to this walk of life by forcing more between her lips. She moans her approval as she closes her eyes. I can’t wait to see what she looks like by next Easter.
  13. This is a story I wrote last year, I wrote a part two today so I thought I'd share them both here. Enjoy x Bank Holiday Monday's are the best, aren't they? A chance to do something with family or if you're anything like me, a chance to chill out, play a little xbox with no interruptions. So, I was a little perturbed when my game was interrupted by my phone ringing. It was my girlfriend Ivy, she had gone out shopping while I was gaming to see if she could snag any holiday bargains. "Hey hon" I answered, allowing my frustration to be evident in my voice. "Hey, I'm in Tesco and I might need some help" "Some help?" I enquired "Yeah, I may have gone a little overboard on the bargains. Could you come down and meet me? Bring another shopping bag okay?" I rolled my eyes even though no-one could see "Okay, I'll be down in a few" and hung up. We lived just across the carpark from the Tesco so it was no big deal popping down to help her, I could take 5 minutes out of my busy schedule. When I got down there I found her already at the checkout, I was fully prepared to do some lifting but what I saw shocked me. The conveyor belt was absolutely covered in Easter eggs and related chocolate and candy. "Have you bought anything else?" I asked her a little puzzled. "Yeah a couple of things" she motioned to her bags When the cashier finished ringing up Ivy's purchases she simply asked if she was paying by card, I was curious to how much she had spent on her haul but she shooed me away from the readout. It wasn't heavy lifting, just awkward to be carrying so many eggs through the shopping centre, we drew a fair number of stares. I imagine many thought we were donating them to a charity or something, yeah maybe that's what Ivy was up to. "This is a lot of chocolate" I stated flatly after we were done unloading everything onto the kitchen counter. "Well it was just too good of an offer to pass up" she said a little flustered "some of these were like 80% off you know" "I don't doubt your bargain hunting skills" I said with a laugh "just don't know why you need so much chocolate" "Well it'll last a while and save us buying any in the coming weeks" I had noticed the increase in sweet treats around the house, we never used to have chocolate kept in the fridge but that was becoming a staple of our average fridge contents. Not to mention the extra doughnuts and crisps that now resided in the pantry. Not that I was complaining of course, I was quite partial to the occasional chocolate bar and it was nice not having to pop down the shops whenever I fancied one. This was different though, this wasn't the sign of an occasional splurge. This was a sign of something more permanent. I watched her more closely that day. She'd demolished an egg pretty much as soon as we had returned from the shops but I was captivated by her eating habits. She seemed to graze for most of the day. A handful of mini eggs there, and stack of Pringles there, every time I looked at her it seemed like she had something in her mouth and it was never anything healthy. This continued after dinner that night when she poured lashings of double cream over her chocolate sponge. And it seemed like minutes later that she was back working on her eggs. I found it odd but as long as she was enjoying herself I didn't mind. I sat and studied her as we got ready for bed that night. As I used the loo she was at the sink brushing her teeth, clad only in her bra and panties. I saw things that I hadn't really seen before. Sometimes it's hard to notice things when you see someone everyday but looking at her now I could see the slight differences in her figure that had crept up on me. Her belly had never been as flat as a board but now it positively bulged over the waistband of her panties, surely helped by the sheer amount of chocolate she had consumed that day but there was an undeniable softness there too. Just like the softness I could now see on her arse and thighs, her bra didn't seem to fit as well as it had with small creases appearing below her shoulder blades and bra band. Her upper arms appeared to wiggle a little more as she brushed her teeth, something I verified as we lay in bed just moments later. She was definitely softer all over. I woke up a few hours later, surprised to find an empty bed. I was about to call out to her to see if she was okay, thinking maybe she had an upset stomach after all that indulgence but no, I heard a sound and knew instantly where she was. It was the sound of creaking plastic and ripping cardboard, coming from the kitchen. I made my way downstairs as quietly as I could, not wanting to disturb her. Sure enough, there she was, in the darkness of the kitchen I could make out her silhouette by the moonlight – once again gorging herself on Easter chocolate. A thought had been building all day so I just blurted it out. "Are you trying to get fat?" "Oh my god! You made me jump!" She said as she spun around, tits out and mouth full of chocolate. "Well?" I asked "Are you?" "What?! That's crazy, you're crazy" she said as she turned away, I couldn't make out her features but I knew she was embarrassed, I'd obviously struck a chord. "You could've fooled me" I said as I walked over to the kitchen counter where her sweet feast was all laid out. "you buy all this chocolate to supposedly last you weeks but you've been eating it like someone's going to take it off you." She turned and looked at me pensively, I could see her eyes through the darkness, a mix of fear and shame. "That's not to mention all the other goodies you've been indulging in" "It's no big deal really" she replied turning fully so I could see the outline of her ripened arse in the moonlight "No big deal?" I questioned as I came up behind her, wrapping my arms around her, my fingers sinking into the soft flesh on her belly "then what do you call this?" I asked as I gave her little belly a jiggle, a small moan escaped her lips as I did. "Admit it" I said, taking the crème egg from her hand and unwrapping it "and it could be oh so more pleasurable" bringing the chocolate to her lips. She nodded as she accepted the egg into her mouth "I want to get so fat" she said through a mouthful of chocolate and fondant. A mirthful smile on my face I turned and started opening her Lindor egg. I can't wait to see what she looks like by next Easter.
  14. Make it a happy Easter for your favourite bunny girl.

    Every purchase of my Easter clip = an Easter Egg bought to add to my growing frame.

    So if you want to see more of me make sure to get me an egg ;) 

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    1. cai man

      cai man

      You’re looking absolutely gorgeous as a bunny! :wub:

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