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Someone knows who she is? I found her on a YouTube video, but I couldn't found this video again. The photo of her using a red t-shirt is adorable.
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Hi, I'm Albe, I'm nonbinary feedee with rather female body. I'm new to curvage and curious what it will bring to my life - I hope it will be more pounds. I like to stuff myself, get both teased and praised, I'm into little slobiness, like burping, I like tight clothes, big bellies and asses. I hope to find some fun and entertain others with my growing body! ❤️
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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
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It's really starting to settle in that I've put on over 50 pounds since I started gaining again! I was scrolling through my photos and realized that the difference is way more noticeable than I thought 😉I'll be updating this thread with more before pics as I find them! And after pics as I gain 🥰 Spring 2020 Summer 2020 Fall 2020 Winter 2021 - when the gains really start to take off! Spring 2021 Summer 2021 Pt 2 to come soon 💗
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Chapter One Bright stage lights illuminated every white stretch mark on my thighs as I gyrated down the pole. My hands still felt greasy from cramming McDonald’s fries into my mouth before my shift. My stomach was bloated against my underwear-sized short shorts. I split my legs for the crowd of cheap men and slid down the stripper pole head-first, stopping only just in time and doing a backbend in platform heels to get back onto my feet. The whole time I was thinking, I really need to fart. Shouldn’t have eaten that Big Mac. I know, I know. I was kind of a disaster, even factoring in that every single college kid is an absolute mess and if they say they aren’t, they’re lying. I had it worse than usual. I was up to my eyeballs in medical debt as well as student loans thanks to a car crash my freshman year of college that left me in the hospital for almost an entire semester. I was doing my best to climb back to some sense of normalcy, but the only way I could stop from filing for bankruptcy was by shaking my ass for horny men six nights a week. Between all the stress of finances, college, a pandemic, and an uncertain future, I was eating too much fast food and outgrowing my stupid little slinky outfits. All of my worries swirled through my head as I rocked my body against the pole, tongue out like I was going to lick it. It was a favorite move of mine. I glanced down at the scant amount of bills on the stage. It should have been more. Way more. Lately my income had been dwindling, but I didn’t know why. I’d put on a couple pounds, but nothing drastic. Most of it was sitting in my ass, the best place for it to go. “Show us your tits, fatty!” A particularly drunken man hollered from the back. I ignored him, swinging up onto the pole again and slowly riding down it in smooth circles in time with the music pouding through the speakers to either side of the stage. My cheeks burned with more than physical exertion, though: the insult didn’t just sting, it brought fear. This particular club was cutthroat. If anyone in management had just heard that? My ass was grass. I scaled the pole again, trying to lose myself in the pounding music and give the audience the best show I could. I needed this job, needed this pay, needed better tips than what these cheap slime balls were giving me. Come on, come on, come on. I sent up a prayer to any god who would listen even as I planted my platforms on the ground and shimmied for the crowd, showing my deep cleavage. “Someone get this fat cow off the stage!” the ** yelled again, waving his arms. Other members in the audience were turning to look at him instead of focusing on me. I kept up my smile, but it was a mask. This was humiliating. Without breaking my dance routine, I scanned the dark room. By now a bouncer should have come by to drag him out of the room. No one had. My stomach dropped, and panic tore through me. I only finished my performance on pure adrenaline. My heart was pounding so hard in my ears I couldn’t even hear the music. I bent to collect my bills when a hand stopped me: the stage bouncer. The fart I’d been squeezing back finally blew, and he and the front row audience members made a face. This could not get worse, but I narrowed my eyes and kept my dignity. “Oh, now you’re here?” I snapped as he helped me gather my meager pay. He wasn’t handing it to me, and I didn’t have it in me to argue. “Mr. Sykes wants to see you in the back,” Rodrigo grunted. “Don’t pass go, don’t collect $200.” He held out a meaty hand for me to put the rest of my money in it. I thought about refusing, but knew better. I was in deep shit, and arguing would only make it worse. I relinquished the bills for the final count and headed to the back. Mr. Sykes was sitting in my dressing room chair. He was so comically out of place - a gangster type in a three piece suit with oily gray hair greased into a rat tail, fat cigar hanging from the corner of his mouth, sitting among pots of glitter makeup, feather boas, and all things pink - I nearly laughed. Nearly. “You wanted to see me?” It was moments like this that I remembered being 21 didn’t really mean I was an adult-adult. Sure, I had my own bills to pay, didn’t talk to my mom, and figured everything out for myself. I was also terrified and just wanted to go home, get in bed, and never deal with the world again. Mr. Sykes swiped a thumb over his neck while making a rude sound effect. “You’re done, kid. See Leslie for your final pay.” Yep, this was it. My absolute nightmare. I had rent and a payment on my medical debt due next week, plus tuition for the upcoming semester coming up in two weeks. “You can’t fire me. I need this job,” I tried to argue, but my voice was weak and my knees wobbly. Mr. Sykes didn’t even honor my protest with words: he just walked away, leaving me to gather my things and try to beg change off of Leslie, who had an office immediately in front of the back door. She cooked the books for Emerald City, deciding on a whim who got how much pay. I’d been lucky not to deal with her too much: just a flat fee and I could keep the rest, uncounted. This time would obviously be different. With my duffle bags of shoes, costumes, and stage makeup banging into my knees, I took that final walk of shame to the exit. Leslie was waiting, even though all of the other dancers were scheduled until close. Lucky me. She held out an envelope, not meeting my eyes. “It’s not the end of the world, you know. There are other clubs,” she said. I took the envelope, then kept walking. Her calloused remarks didn’t deserve a response. This was bullshit and we both knew it. Hot tears were building in my eyes but I didn’t want her to see. My emotions were my own, not to be shared. I got in the car and opened the envelope. It had $200 in crumpled 20s and a folded up sheet of Burger King coupons. I whipped my head around to glare at the back entrance, but the door was shut and no one was paying attention to me anymore. I was already forgotten. I put my key in the ignition and headed for home, letting the stress wash over me. It was almost an hour drive back to my college town from the big city. The whole drive, my mind was racing. I had no idea what I was going to do. Life had already fucked me over so bad as an adult that I wasn’t willing to budge another inch. I had to make this work, but I didn’t have a path forward without a job and I couldn’t file for unemployment when I’d been working under the table. As I finally reached my exit on the highway, my stomach grumbled traitorously. I rolled my eyes, knowing any truly responsible person would have seen the night as a giant neon sign to just lose 5 pounds. OK, maybe 10. But I was exhausted, stressed out, and had just been fired, so what did I do? Got a bag of Burger King with the coupons they’d given me on the way home. I’d figure out everything else in the morning. -- This is an excerpt of my next e-book. The link to preorder on Amazon is here. All sales are appreciated. Thank you!
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Im a geeky girl that loves her sweets💕🍦🍦I may share a little with you, if you promise we can watch some anime🖤
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New video !!!! Look out for my new clip (My boyfriend caught me) watch me get caught eating the nuggets and recording it! He tries to throw away the fries but I prevail.🤓🍦❤️. If I can get 20 reactions/replies, and 20 to watch my clip I will hold a very special video picking two winners for a free special clip tailored to them❤️❤️❤️🥰 Thanks loves!🥹
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Hey everyone 🥰 my names Gabby, I’m new here to curvage but I can already tell it’s a great site and community! Im a 26 year old milf, learning to explore my sexuality and curves. I love to show off my body and it turns me on that you all enjoy it too 😉 I’ll be posting everyday so give me a follow to see more! My chat is always open as well 😊
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I'm looking for that one fatabulous lover. The one that knows how to satisfy the appetite of a big belly that loves to be rubbed, touched, played with . Play with my hair. Admire my big beautiful body. Worship my thickness. Spoil me. You have to show me I'm worth it. Let me strip down to all the prettiest panties I can wear on my big beautiful ass. I wanna show you. No games and no men that don't want to appreciate me please. I'm worth it. And hopefully we can meet for dinner
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This bunny has been eating too much carrot cake and holiday treats 🤭 Wanted to take more pics, but it looks like I’m running out of time and being busy 😅
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