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Hello, everyone! My name is Nesrin, and I am brand new to this site! I have other social media but I've never heard of this site until recently thanks to someone I met on R3dd!t(thank you!). Hearing about this community made me so excited. I cant wait to meet everyone and share my growing belly with everyone! I used to be mega chonky but lost a lot of weight 2 years ago. I recently have been gaining back and have gained 20 pounds!! 👅👅💜💜 I cant wait to see where this site will take me. Here are a couple facts about me! ♡I just turned 25 ♡I love anime/cosplay ♡I love the feeling of being uncomfortably full ♡my favorite colors are blue and purple ♡I love cats Ask me anything to get to know more!

Hey there, i’m Chyy. For awhile I struggled with my weight thinking I was supposed to be some tiny “perfect” princess. I was trying so hard to keep it off when in reality my body was actually at it’s happy place while I was packing it on. I gave in to my reality that I am a beautiful, voluptuously curvaceous mixed ethnic woman & I love owning my true way of life 🥰 Check out some before & afters 😉

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Hey ya’ll, pardon my newbie ways 😅 Still figuring this site out but i’m definitely getting a grasp (i think 🤔) So follow this thread to stay up to date with me 🥰 If you haven’t seen any of my other posts or don’t feel like searching for them (lol) here’s a quick piece about me: I’m a 28 yo bbw that has slowly been gaining.. and don’t have any plans to stop 😉 I am very new to all of this so I appreciate all of the encouragement and genuine love i’ve received from this community! I will definitely not be going anywhere, anytime soon & look forward to getting to know all of you much much better! Check out some of these before & afters..

Curves for days. Can you handle the ride?

Hey everyone 🖤 I'm Sara, and I'm new to this site. I'm glad I decided to check it out, I love getting to meet other curvy ladies and the people who admire us 😉 i hope you like my photos 😘

THIS JOURNEY HAS BEEN SO INTENSE ! I felt like doing a update with you guys because I’m so proud of how I’ve turned out and what is more to come ! currently I am almost 330 pounds and I believe by the end of the year I will hit 400 pounds I went from a thin stick to curvy and thick !

She is a beautiful and busty woman and a Plus Size Model in the calendar series "Curvy Berlin".

Hi, so question! Now that I’m gaining as fast as I am I’m worried how I might expand! I’ve been a hourglass shape my entire life and I want to keep tht figure while growing ! And I’m wondering if there’s any tricks that your all use when gaining to keep the shape you desire ‘ photos for examples ! felt cute might delete later XD lol

Green eyed, hourglass shaped, fair-skinned beauty.

New here! Been into feederism for a long time, but just decided to try it out for myself. I gained some weight recently and tried on some old pants that are super tight. Here are some shots of me eating some ben and jerrys and struggling to button my pants😩 Weight: 135 ish Height: 5'2"

Hi I'm new here! Well, kind of, first time poster, long timer lurker. Gained a bit of weight recently and loving my new curves! Long time into feederism but just decided to try it for myself a little bit 😊 Check out my profile! Honestly not sure how much I''m going to gain, just want to get an idea of the community and see where it goes

I've just filmed and uploaded my first Curvage video 🥰 any feedback would be greatly appreciated and let me know what content you want to see in future videos ❤

I haven’t tried on this swimsuit in over two years… do you think I can still wear it for my beach vacation?

This big hanging belly needs to be worshipped and encouraged to grow even more 😈🥰 The Princess is always hungry and its no wonder when you see how big and low her stomach hangs. She needs a peasant to carry her belly and pleasure it with constant rubs and massages 😏

I've started taking photos of myself and I can't believe how much I absolutely love my body and curves. I've started dressing for MY body type and just embracing that I usually look pregnant lol

Cosplayer and model famous on Instagram for looking a lot like Elsa from Frozen. Got married and over the last year started to fill out her incredibly petite and very busty frame. Close to chronological order: Tiny waist, pumped up chest Big into exercise to stay fit.

Another cute woman with a very hot and sexy body

This is a story I have been working on for a few weeks. It was intended to be a human-fantasy retelling of the Lafontaine's fable of the Weasel in the Mill, but I got caught with the world building and it's taking a new shape as it is written. I don't know how long I will build this up before the conclusion, but it's a fun little project. It's my first ''long term'' story, so feel free to comment and give me your input. Chapter 1 : a way in During the War of the Ashen Fields, countless refugees and victims of the conflict flooded the well-defended walled city, hoping to gain the protection of the king and his retinue. As they reached the famed capital of Malgoren, instead of help and protection, what they found was closed gates and repression. The newcomers quickly established themselves at the bottom of the massive city walls, villages and slums appearing overnight, growing like weeds around the roots of the ancient city. Yet, they were mercilessly refused entrance, only a handful of traders and officials were allowed to pass through the gates. The rest had nowhere to go, and survived from the trade that wouldn’t be allowed inside the pristine streets of the capital. The shanty towns were plagued by illicit trades, crime, prostitution, and hard, unsanitary industries that would repulse the sensitivities of the urban denizens of Malgoren. It was a scar on the kingdom, and a testimony of its ruler’s tyranny. Like many others born during the war, Sarya grew up as an orphan, scavenging the streets of the shanty towns surrounding the kingdom’s capital. She spent years surviving in the fringe of society, going through trash at first, then begging, stealing from merchants’ stalls, until she found her true calling as a pickpocket. She had a true gift for it, and after years of owning her skills, she stumbled into adulthood as a very successful thief, one of the few that retained her innocence in the eyes of the traders and the private guards they hired. No one suspected her, as she knew how to leverage her looks to her advantage to dismiss suspicion and go unnoticed. Rather short, Sarya had brown curly hairs waving down to her clavicles. Fair skinned apart from a few freckles, she had a cherubic face, with large blue expressive eyes and gorgeously plump lips. She enjoyed a slender and lean body, her shapely figure supporting a pert bosom, a narrow wasp-like waist, seductive hips, and a round and toned bottom. She was short and lithe, her nimble and spritely build allowing her to sneak with ease, to deflect any suspicion with her youth and airs of innocence, and to perform quick escapes when needed. When lesser thieves inevitably got caught, Sarya always managed to flee, running into an alleyway, slipping through a damaged fence, or vanishing into a narrow hideout, an escape path planned in advance by the clever rogue. If the clever pickpocket wasn’t necessarily the quickest or the most athletic, she was thoughtful and well prepared, never going for a target without some kind of emergency plan in case things went sour. In the worst case scenario, she even moved around Malgoren, jumping to a slum on the other side of the city if she aroused too much suspicion where she stayed. This methodical and prudent approach to thievery eventually made Sarya the most experienced and well-connected pickpocket in all the shanty towns. When her reputation began to spread in Malgoren’s underworld, her life quickly began to transform. Sarya was introduced by a contact to an illicit marketplace that was used as the liaison between the shanty towns’ shady trades, and the gated elites of the capital. Hidden in the abandoned dungeons of the old guard post, the Grey Market was only accessible by two specific entry points. One was a secret stairway that led to a fancy tavern inside Malgoren, the front of the whole operation. The city authorities thought that the former guard post was sealed and the dungeons collapsed, but criminal guilds had secured this ancient access and maintained the underground for their own use. The second access was much cruder, at the image of the community that used it. The passage leading to the slums was nothing but a wide crevice in the outer wall, large enough to allow single file passage to the malnourished young smugglers that used it daily. It was through this narrow slit, unknown to the guards, that contraband entered and left the city. When she learned the existence of this secret passage, Sarya’s mind went into motion, slowly building up an angle through which she could leverage this new connection. With the street urchins and petty thieves always getting caught outside in the slums, she realized that she more than simply experienced. She was safe, she was worthy of trust. Stolen goods were always in demand, and she happened to be the single stable element of the pickpocket world of outer Malgoren. Using her unparalleled reputation amidst the orphans and other thieves of the slums, Sarya began to buy most of the valuables that were taken in the shanty towns, and began moving them inside the Grey Market, introducing herself to all the resellers and some wealthy costumers in the dimly light stands of the illicit trading zone. Before long, she turned herself into the fence through which most of the stolen goods of the street reached the best buyers. She went by the alias of the Weasel, and she quickly realized that she just slithered inside the farmer’s granary. There was wealth to make for herself, and for the first time of her life, Sarya’s began to see a future for herself away from the squalor of poverty. Chapter 2 : filling the role It took only a few weeks for Sarya to begin to feel a drastic change in her lifestyle from her time as a street pickpocket. She was now turning a bigger profit than ever with much less work and risk, and with all this newfound wealth came new possibilities. The first thing the young fence did was to buy herself some fancy stolen clothes in the Grey Market, so she could begin to hide her modest origins and appeal to wealthier and more lucrative customers. Unfortunately, it appeared that the wealthy were of more well-fed proportions than the slender young woman. When Sarya finally found what she thought were clothes of the appropriate sizing, clothes she knew came from the carriage of a wealthy noble maiden of her age, the young and ambitious fence found that she was floating in the blouses and the dresses, and that the belt would simply slip off her narrow hips. The shapely young woman could fill the bust of her clothes decently enough, but her flat stomach and wasp-like waist were clearly much thinner than the midsection of the healthy urbanite she got the clothes from. The well fed noble girl certainly had a feminine softness around her tummy, while Sarya’s belly was as lean as it could be, making it easy to see her feline muscles flex under the skin anytime she moved. Unable to find anything of her size, the pretty criminal mastermind was forced to accept these awkwardly loose garments for a time, using the least grimy parts of her former pickpocket attire to keep everything from falling off her thin figure. She eventually came to the conclusion it was good enough for the current times, until she secured the fake papers needed to travel past the Grey Market and walk in Malgoren’ streets like a regular citizen. Sarya initially thought that once she could move inside the city, she would get herself something more fitting at a real tailor shop, even if she doubted she could afford such luxurious fabrics somewhere legit. Truth was, before she even left the Grey Market with her false papers in hand, she had completely forgotten these clothing issues, for she was filling her dresses quite elegantly. Since her shift of occupation from thief to fence, a few things changed in Sarya’s life, and the effects of those changes took some time to show. It was very subtle at first, subtle enough to leave the busy young woman unaware, but there was no hiding it for anyone that took attention; the Weasel was gaining weight. It appeared that spending your days darting through crowded marketplaces and rushing into alleyways to escape your victims involved a decent amount of exertion. While she used to jump over carriage, to run around the busy shops, and to climb on roofs to get good vantage points for nice targets, the former pickpocket’s intense exercise regimen had devolved into nothingness. Sarya’s new career replaced all of this workout with hours sitting in the shanty towns’ inns, waiting for stolen good drops by countless orphans and petty thieves. Even if her schedule was pretty busy, all this time spent sitting in inns and taverns also meant that the perky brunette was snacking quite a lot, if only so to keep up appearances. As former street urchin, she had spent most of her time on the brink of starvation. Her metabolism wasn't used to that much fuel with so little need for it, and her body quickly began stockpiling the goods all over her figure. The first things most people noticed were how her face looked healthier and her skin more radiant. Sarya always had been a pretty girl, but this newly well fed lifestyle transformed her into a real head turner for the modest folks of the shanty towns. Her warm smile was beginning to display a small dimple at the corner of her lush lips, which was most charming, everyone would agree. It was also pretty obvious to anyone that the already well developed bosom of this gorgeous girl was growing more luscious with each passing day. From the alluring and perky grapefruits the shapely thief used to leverage for her crimes, she was now beginning to support small melons, to the point her dresses were stuffed to the brim at the level of her chest. Her voluptuous charms were already testing the limits of the seams on her side, and forcing the charismatic fence to wear her blouses open at the top, at the great enjoyment of many tavern regulars, and a few very curious inn maids. But Sarya sizeable bosom wasn’t the only thing to grow. Her formerly slender figure was thickening at a quick pace, even if she didn’t really noticed the changes. If she wasn’t so busy planning her stellar rise into society, the curly haired rogue would have felt her body soften and get plumper ounce by ounce. When she removed her clothes before bed, she would have noticed that the toned and lean stomach she once had was now softer and slightly curving out, even when it was empty. She would have noticed how she could no longer quite see the lines of her abdominal muscles under the skin, how it all seemed blurred by a layer of plump flesh that would give slightly under the touch. She would have most certainly noticed how her hips and rump were fleshing out, and how they now swayed sensually when she walked. Apart for this, her thighs no longer had a visible gap between them, and they started to look quite round, like overstuffed sausages at the butcher’s market. Still, she didn’t noticed the changes, only looking at herself through the more and more appealing lenses of others, the ones constantly complimenting the young buxom lady for her elegant attire and her feminine looks. The dresses and clothes she used to struggle to keep on her bonny shoulders and narrow hips were now well-fitting, if not a bit snug around the chest and the bum. The former pickpocket was now supporting the figure of a pampered rich damsel, and was enjoying her well-endowed curves without second thoughts. Yet, there was a few among her thievery crew that were beginning to snicker behind her back, making fun of the well-fed looks and overindulgence of the one that used to be the best among them. They all knew very well what these ripe melons, soft hips, and thickened waist meant; the Weasel was off the thievery business, and they were pretty sure there was no coming back for her. More than a few toast were made at the departure of this mighty competitor, but not that Sarya knew. Chapter 3 : slender no more The day Sarya learned that her false papers were ready, she finished to put her business in order and prepared to move inside the city for good. She had been setting up a network of suppliers that would bring stolen goods in through the Grey Market, where she planned to keep buying and reselling the merchandise at a more permanent storefront. She was prepared to rent a room at the Three Calices, the wealthy tavern that was acting as front for the underground marketplace, but her goal was to find herself a real propriety inside the city walls, and escape permanently the squalor and poverty of her youth. She had everything well figured out, and Sarya was confident that her rags to riches story was all but written. The Weasel could disappear, lingering as a legend of the underworld, while Sarya would enjoy the respectability of wealth. As she made her way through the slums toward the secret passage in the walls, Sarya had to be careful not to draw too much attention. If she once could slip through the crowd unnoticed, the young buxom ex-thief was now pretty difficult to ignore for any onlooker. Her fancy dress displayed a cavernous cleavage that bounced in a wave-like motion at each and every step, while her broad and shapely hips swayed like a pendulum, her round and abundant bum firmly pressed against the taunt green fabric. Many eyes were glued to her curves, and she made more than a few head turn. She even noticed a few dim-witted cutpurses and street urchins begin to trail her like she was some kind of plump prey, before they eventually realized this voluptuous damsel was in fact the Weasel, an ill-advised target if they wanted to stay in business. Despite the additional difficulties of blending in with a figure of such well-endowed proportions, Sarya eventually managed to reach the narrow crevice in the wall through which the undesired such as herself had to enter the Grey Market. She hadn’t used it in two weeks, as she was waiting for her plan to unfold. If everything went as planned, it would also be the last time she had to use this illicit route, since her papers would allow her to go through the gates like the merchant class and the legal citizens of the capital. Sarya was eager to leave this lowly access behind her, especially as she noticed it wasn’t as practical to use as she remembered. The first times she used this clandestine route, she could walk through the crevice without any problem, even while carrying large bags of stolen goods from her illegal activities. Her slender waist and narrow hips wouldn’t even brush the edges of the slim gap in the stone. At worst, she remembered needing to shift her shoulders slightly to slip through the tightest part of the passage, and it was more a precaution than a real necessity. Her body was thin and nimble, capable to slither in much more cramped spaces than that. With a flat and toned stomach and modest curves, she was no different than any of the scroungers that were used to walk this path. As Sarya stood right in front of the secret passage, it seemed it was no longer the case. When she tried to step in the crack, Sarya felt her well-padded hips bump softy against the edges, causing her to bounce back with a confused look on her face. She noticed not without some surprise that her womanly hips were now slightly wider than the opening, and she was forced to slip sideways to manage to get inside the crevice. Even then, she noticed with increasing confusion that her body was too thick to move in the confined space without some issues. She could very clearly feel her large bum brush against the wall behind her, while her heavy bosom slid against the stone in front of her. It wasn’t like she had to squeeze her body or get constricted in any ways, but she was feeling very claustrophobic navigating this dark and cramped path. Even moving sideways, she was taking more space than she used to when she was her former much more slender self. She had to be very careful not to damage her dress, as she could sometime feel the fabric scrape against the rough stone. In a rare moment of self-consciousness, Sarya moved a hand to her stomach, noticing for the first time how it was curving outward significantly, and how its flesh was giving under her trembling touch. She really had gotten soft, she thought. If the rate of her weight gain should have worried her, Sarya’s mind quickly forgot how vulnerable and helpless she had felt in the narrow tunnel. As soon as she got through and entered the Grey Market, her large bosom popping through with a hearty bounce, the plump damsel dusted herself with a sigh of relief and mentally wished farewell to this slim crevice. It mattered little how constricted and uncomfortable she felt moving her lush figure through this passage, for she obviously would never have to use it again. There was absolutely no reason for her to worry about her newly developed curves. A well-fed physique suited her better, anyways. Her new papers now firmly in hand, the overfed ex-thief prepared herself to climb the flight of stairs that was separating her from the inside of the forbidden city. For the first time, Sarya was about to discover the world of the privileged, and she was eager to taste what this world had to offer. A ravenous smile stretched her plump lips, a dimple appearing at the corner of her lush mouth. She was ready.

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