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Recently I’ve had some gaining and it’s been getting to me, but posting here and chatting with those who enjoy such content is really helping me with my self esteem. Any ladies ever feel uneasy about gaining? I’ve never really wanted to but as of late I certainly don’t mind it. I feel it’s something inevitable for me, and if it’s going to happen I may as well truly embrace it! Going to try and upload videos at some point, still new to all this but would love to share more content. And most of all- Love this Curvage community 😘

I’m a dominant feedee looking for a submissive feeder who won’t ever tell me no 😈

Helllo New BBW here ! Ready and excited to get started

I will post my new pics here from now on😋

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Hey there, lovely people! 🌟 Im Lu, I’m a new face in the Curvage community. I’ve always been a curvy girl, and I’ve come to embrace and celebrate my size and all the beauty that comes with it I’ve got a passion for gaining, but there’s no specific target in mind. I’m all about pushing my own boundaries and loving the delightful sensation of my tummy stretching. It’s a journey I’d rather not do alone, so please join me! 😜😘 I’m (normally) not one to brag, but I’ve been told I’m cute as fuck and have a wicked sense of humor. I adore puns and witty banter, and I’m Aussie🦘🇦🇺 So, let’s get down to the good stuff; what’s your favourite snack?! ✨🌙 P.S.. here’s some gifs to wet your palette 😉😈

I hope to find friends of my dreamz, Feel free to comment or even DM me.

I was thinking about doing a stuffing video later today. This will be my first time officially stuffing. Any recommendations? My feeder likes to play mind games. He will see me looking for something to eat and will passively look at the most fattening thing and tell me I don't need it. But then he is awe when it eat it and actually finishing it and want more😋🥧🤤 He told me my belly was squishy and not hard like his 🤤🤣 it's almost like we are in competition when we go to a restaurant. I'm hoping to get pregnant this year. I wonder how much I would gain when pregnant? Back when I was small I gained 30 with the first and 45 with the second. I think it would be fun to have a pregnancy weight gain of 70+ pounds. Mind you, I am only 5'0 tall. I'm more of an encourager for him. He has gained 130 since 2017. 🌶️🔥💦🧁🍰 He will literally eat whatever is put in from of him. He could easily throw down 3000-4000 calories in one meal. He can binge so well, wish I was more like him in that aspect 😘 I think he's been secretly feeding me for the passed 11 years 😍🥰 As I have him. I weight 115 when we met, now I am 206. He was 205 when we met he is now 330. I'd like to see him get to 350, and I want to be 250. We've always been roughly 100 pounds apart to the T. Lately he's gotten and almost 130 difference. I need to catch up. Any ideas on foods?

The other day was very pleasant for me and I haven’t been able to get it out of my head. Remember? When I squashed the shit out of you in my office? God, it was exhilarating. I mean, sure, there are other, “specimens,” I could easily find in this office building, but you were just so easy to control and dominate. I think I might have a bit of a, “crush,” on you. Since I am an executive, I figured it might be appropriate to visit some of the different departments in the building to get to know them better. Why not start with the IT department? I went to the elevator and pressed the button for floor one, but I still have to go down a flight of stairs for the basement. I knock on the door and I can hear your voice, talking to someone else. You open the door, only to see me and a lust-filled smile. “Hey there, this is the IT department, right?” Pretending not to know you. “Uhh... yeah...” you are just flabbergasted. I’m sure you didn’t expect to see me so soon. It has only been a couple of days. “Who is it?” Another voice from inside the office says. You try to answer, “Oh, it’s umm...” but I squeeze my hips through the door, brushing the door frame on each side and belly bump you inside playfully, staggering you backwards. “Oh! I’m sorry about that.” I give you a subtle wink. I then turn to the other side of the room to see a thin, young woman sitting at her desk, your colleague I presume? “Hello there young lady. I’m Celia, from the top floor. I figured it would be nice of me to visit the different departments and see if you needed anything.” I say. “Oh, that’s very good of you.” Your coworker turns to you, “She seems like a nice boss, right?” You feel very tense as you try to answer. Do you tell the truth, or play along? “Umm yeah... really nice...” I knew you didn’t have it in you. “Anyway,” I start, “There seems to be a problem on floor 6 with a handsome mans’ computer and he asked for someone down here to look at it.” “Wait!” Your coworker perks up. “A nice looking guy on 6? You mean, Kevin?” She seems very eager. “Yes! That’s his name.” I don’t even know who she’s talking about. She turns to you and begs to go up. “Please? I’ve been wanting an excuse to talk to him since I’ve started here and this might be it!” How can you say no to that cute face? “Well... I could go with you...?” You say, “Nonsense!” I interject, “you don’t want to mess up her chance with Kevin right? Besides, who else would show me the ins and outs of IT without you?” “Great!” Your coworker doesn’t seem to give it a second thought. “I’ll head up now then, wish me luck!” She grabs her bag and heads out of the office. Now, it’s just the two of us. “Well... uhh... I better get going too. Lots to do actually.” You say nervously. You go over to your desk, grab your bag and turn around to the door, only to find that I’ve maneuvered myself into the door frame, completely blocking your escape. “Why the rush?” I say softly. “Didn’t you miss me?” “Please, Celia... My ribs are still sore from last time. I can’t survive another round...” you plead. “Let’s make one thing clear,” I lecture you, “I’m the only one who makes the rules around here. Not only do I outrank you in career, you can’t even physically stop me. I’m both large and in charge haha!” You get a bit mad at me taunting you. You drop your bag and back up a bit, it looks like you’re gonna try to get a running start and barge into me. This ought to be interesting. You then charge and try to shoulder tackle into my belly in order to escape, you make your impact and rush into my large soft stomach, but it’s like running into a giant bouncy ball and you bounce off me. Since my hips are wedged in the door tightly and I weigh significantly more than you, I don’t budge a single inch. You bounce off of my huge frame and fall back on the floor. “Hahaha!” I give out a booming laugh. “Oh man, that was pretty funny. You do realize how much bigger than you I am, right? You would need three MORE of you to even have a chance to get me to move.” You sit up in some slight shock. You really thought that was going to work, which is one of the things I love about our game. You still think you have a chance to fight me off. “Alright, come over here, I need your help with something.” I say. You look a little confused but intrigued. You stand up and carefully walk over to me, still in the doorway. “I seem have gotten myself stuck, hon.” I reach my arms forward, presenting them to you. “I need you to pull me out, please...?” I asked with a cute face. You obviously don’t want to help me, but what can you do? This is literally the only way in or out so if you have a chance of escape, this is a time you HAVE to help me. You grab my hands and pull back. You are surprised though, because all of a sudden, I step forward and while keeping my eyes on you the whole time, I fall forward into you and then we both fall on the floor, with me landing on top of you with a loud thud! “Haha! Oh, I guess I didn’t actually need your help at all. My bad!” I say playfully. Since I’m a little taller, your entire head is smothered right in between my boobs while your whole torso is enveloped by my belly, resting on the floor of either side of you. You are trying to yell and push me off, but it can’t possibly be done. “Mmmm this is really nice. I always say that taking power naps during a workday can improve your productivity. What do you think? Should I lay here for a half hour or so?” I can only hear muffled screams in answer to it and feel you shaking your head within my massive cleavage. “Sorry hon, but I can’t hear you. All you have to say is, ‘please mistress, get your beautiful, fat ass off me,’ and I’ll get up.” I jokingly say. Your muffles start to die down a bit so you can conserve your energy. Instead, you try using your legs, but that isn’t proving to be useful either since my thick thighs are trapping them as well. I lay here for another half a minute before I finally decide to roll off of you. As soon as I do, you get a large gasp of breath in and hug your midsection. I imagine I damaged it quite a bit during our fall. “Mmm was that good for you, babe?” I say laying next to you and brushing your hair with my hand. “You.... you’re crazy. Why did you pick me?” You ask. “Why?” I say, I then move my hand down to your erection, “THIS is why. Stop pretending that you don’t like this, hon. Although, on the other hand, I like that you have some fight in you.” You don’t know what to say and before you figure anything out I interrupt, “Still won’t admit it, huh? Maybe you need a bigger sample?” “Wait! Celia I-“ it’s too late for you though, I was laying in a position where I could easily roll my belly and body back over onto you. I then move over onto the other side, steam rolling you. “Haha, just a little bit of pain. Come on, you can take it.” You want to scream out again, but I then steam roll over you in the opposite direction. I continue to roll back and forth on top of you, my belly, stretching out across your entire body every time and encasing you tightly in my fat. You extend your arms every time I’m coming over you, but my belly is far too heavy for your weak muscles. Your arms get crumpled down under my weight and you can only feel your chest compress inward, almost feeling like a little bit further down each time. I steam roll over you about ten times before I decide it’s enough, leaving you there, panting and gasping in a high pitch for breath and relief. “Oh god... that felt really good.” I bite my bottom lip while looking down at my prey. “I think it’s time I take a break though. Takes a lot of core strength to move this body back and forth like that.” You hear me saying this as if it’s a relief and break for you, but “fat,” chance of that happening. I stand up and reach down for you, you know from prior experience what’s about to happen as you feel my arms wrap around your midsection. You try your best to fight back since your arms are free as well, but you took way too much damage to be able to try anything that could have a possibility of working. “You know, sitting at a desk all day must be a killer on your back. What if I help you out with that with a good back crack?” I say, at which point, I increase the strength of my grip around you and the room is then filled with a combination of popping sounds and your groans of pain. I’ve lifted you up so high in a bear hug, you’re now taller than me, you try to reach for my arms to release you, but at this angle you can only slap my rolls of back fat. I feel this of course and love how desperate you are in your attempts to get out, the thought of me being so much fatter and stronger than you is just a real turn on for me. You couldn’t even bear hug me back, as I’m too wide, but here I am, pressing you into my belly extremely tight. It would almost look like my stomach could absorb you with how much strength I’m giving this one. As strong as I am though, I can’t hold you forever and I turn and walk with you back over to your desk, dropping you in it. You are sat at your desk with me eclipsing the light of the room over you. I’m about to speak when all of a sudden from the hallway, “Hey bud? You still here?” It’s your coworker from earlier! She’ll save you. You decide to try to call out for help since you don’t think you can take anymore, “Hey! I’m-“ but I had to think quickly and I sit down on top of you in a hurry before she even walks into the room. Your coworker then rounds the corner, only seeing me, sitting in your chair, with you nowhere else to be found. “Hey,” she says, “How’s the tour going?” “Oh, well your coworker is really something.” I say, taking a deep breath myself as I lean further back into the chair on top of you. “Oh good! Well I know he and I had plans to go to lunch, but I just asked Kevin to go and he said yes! Can you give him the message?” Your coworker doesn’t suspect a thing. I find it so hot that I can just crush you while someone else is here without them even noticing. Even I hesitate to answer since I’m so distracted, “Congrats! I’m glad Kevin said yes. But I’ll give your colleague the message. He’s a good one around here and I’m sure he’s fun to work with.” “Yeah, he’s a good guy, I really need him in this department so please don’t do anything to hurt him?” Your coworker says. “Don’t worry,” I wink at her, “you can count on me!” She then leaves with a smile and wave. She seems really nice to be honest. Maybe she’ll get crushed by me one day, but not today. I then lean forward when I hear her totally gone, “You still alive, little man?” I ask. You take your trademark deep breath in and cough a bit. I stand up, giving you some relief, but still standing right above you. “Okay, it’s time to admit it, hon.” I say. “Admit... what...” you ask in between bated breaths. “That me squashing and crushing you actually turns you on.” I reply. “Come on, that hard-on of yours was practically inside me while I was sitting on you.” I say with lust. “Look... I just work... in IT and want... to do my job...” you stutter your words. “Well that’s not an answer.” I reply and then immediately fall back on you. The chair gives a louder groan than you do as I plop down and lean further back on you. My back rolls smother your face and even as you turn away for air, you can only get very little of it. I bounce a little bit too, and my fat slaps you across the face in small increments. This time, your arms are free and I feel you trying to lift me off by grabbing around my waist. I look down and you aren’t even coming halfway around my hips. You barely reach and grab the sides of my belly as I sit on you and this comparison realization makes me even hotter. I feel your hard-on still and I can’t help but rock back and forth on it a little bit. Even the small movements just feel so good to me, you begin to panic a bit while I’m rocking and bouncing on top of you for a good two minutes. You can get air in, but just barely while my back rolls compress your face, covering your mouth and nose until I rock back forward again. After having my enjoyment, I stand up and turn down to you. “Was just as good for you as it was for me? Haha!” I taunt you. “Oh god. My legs are so sore!” You complain. “Yeah, well, you should have thought about that before asking to be my squash toy.” “What?! I never agreed! You just made me!” You retort. “Hmm yeah that’s true. Oh well haha!” I joke. “Alright, I think I’m good for the day, except... oh!” I check my watch, “you know, I did my 10,000 steps for the day, but I haven’t finished my flights of stairs and I only need ONE more. Hmmm...” I think looking at you. “No... Celia... for gods sake I can’t take anymore...” “Oh hush!” I snap back, “you’ll be fine. My legs are already so strong so I need some added weight when I exercise. Like it or not, you’re my added weight.” I then pick you up and drape you over my shoulder. “I mean, you don’t feel like much added weight, but you’ll do, I suppose.” You want to say something, but how could you convince me? You want to fight me off, but you know you aren’t strong enough. For today, you realize that I’ve won and I’m getting my way. You’ve given up your fight for now. “Alright, this set of stairs outside your office will do quite nicely.” I then squeeze my fat frame through the door with you on my shoulder, no easy task, but it gets done. I then begin my ascent. I stomp down on each step up and you feel every tremor and shock of recoil into my shoulder with it. It feels much more intense than the other day when I had you over my shoulder. Every step up feels like a gut punch from an amateur boxer as I get my feet pressing hard into each stair. I’m almost afraid that I’m going to crack the tile on the steps. Finally, we make it to the top and I say, “Okay, that wasn’t too bad. Not even out of breath. They say fat girls don’t exercise, but how else would be so good at squashing if I didn’t have any strength or stamina?” I hear you coughing a bit before saying anymore, “Alright, let’s make it even,” I juggle you up and place you on my other shoulder. “Time to go back down. I can’t imagine it’ll be any easier for you, hon. Before we go, I just wanna say, thanks. I had a lovely time. Hope we do this again soon!” I then start going down, trying my hardest to stomp down with exaggerated footfalls. Since I’m going down, my legs are traveling even further and the recoil on you from my shoulder feels like it’s increased double! Each step feels worse than the last as I also pick you up slightly with my arm and drop you back drop at the right times for maximum carrying. I can tell that you enjoy this, regardless of what you say so I’m trying to make it the best experience I can for you. After the final step, without saying anything I drop you on the floor, give a little laugh and walk back up to get to my office. I realize I don’t have to give you any warnings about saying anything to anyone. The consequences are implied, as well as the fact that this won’t be the last you see of me.