Looking nice and plump hope your gaining is showing in a LOT of extra weight! And although those jeans look new, is it just me or is the waist already looking a little snug? And I love the slightly small gold top that you have squeezed into it make it all look just soo hot. Please do keep up the good work and pack on even more weight.
Striking sexily your appealing person, the profane glances languishly the spreading seas of exotic glory you exhibit with this enrapturing charm of yours, picture to picture.
Picture to picture, we said, the frame gotten wishfully fuller. Your facial features grow markedly less-defined. Some fathomable hint of swollen bulbness carves itself more persistently over your lesser thin yet bouncy cheeks. Your neck grow a bit thicker as you collarbone have meanwhile entierely vanished : not too far below, your apple bust starts to blossom promisingly over-and-out both your lime-colored bikini top same as any little fruit-bearing cup while your burgeoning armpit flesh manages to rub alongside your flabbier torso.
However the loveliest changes lies well lower down, right into the both midsection and lower body which long ago before the Dark Ages, were already fully-endowed by your own hollowing[-out] magnanimity : sitting down on the couch, your evergorged, spherical abdomen surge out prolifically still a few newer both inches and waist sizes further forwards-as-larger, converting staggeringly all its usual stretching-out, widely dilated looking into pure billowing adipose. Your backside, arched - and soon will been used to bend down further at a permanent way - as well by such indulgent passion you display off, tend to stress furthermore your outgrowing high-waisted minijeans, threatening to burst off soon from their waistband button as the fruits of your sprouting, laborious amour bulges out-and-overall to some future bed-ridden karma and surrounding love handles. Meantime, your basin had fatten up so much than your hips flares out a few noticeably larger than ever when your thighs, on the verge to getting really toneless, tend now to brush squeezily each other even while your legs are spared out from each other : the secular eye can even notice your signature tattoos had lenghten out.
Thou truly are the Mistress of the Weight Gain-genre poetry, the Ever-Unreplete Muse!!
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