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I scored this beautiful kimono recently and just felt extra pretty and wanted to share. Enjoy xx

Dr. Biggs: Faterinarian In front of an unassuming suburban house on an unassuming suburban street, a large white van pulled up. Painted across the side were black letters that spelled "Dr. Biggs: Faterinarian" and below that, in slightly smaller font, "Treating Greedy Piggies, Land Whales, Hucows, and other Obeasts." A man of not greater than average build in a white doctor’s coat got out and approached the front door of the house, knocked twice, and was greeted by a slender man in his early 30s. "Good morning, sir, which way to the patient?" the doctor asked, and the man led him into the living room, where he found a beautiful blonde taking up most of an oversized chair-and-a-half all by herself. Her cherubin face sat above a sturdy double chin, which gave way to plump upper arms and extremely full breasts, each one larger than a soccer ball, held up in a specialty cup sized sports bra. Beneath them, a globular belly spread out gloriously for all the world (or at least the good doctor) to see. Ample, creamy, white flesh with hardly a visible stretch mark and a deep belly button he could have easily hidden two fingers in. This took up most of what would have been her lap, covering thighs that were perhaps on the chubby side, but hardly remarkable. Her calves as well were, if anything, more shapely than fat, and he saw that she had an ice pack on each knee. "So, what seems to be the problem?" the doctor asked after performing a brief visual inspection. "Well," the man replied, clearly speaking on the fat woman's behalf, "It's her poor knees. She can barely waddle to the fridge and back without them giving her trouble. I know that mobility eventually becomes an issue for almost all feedees, but she was only 375 lbs. at her last weigh-in." She looked a bit sheepish when he said the number but didn't say anything and instead just looked down into her own considerable cleavage. "Doesn't this seem a little premature?" her feeder asked. "Hmm, it does," the doctor responded matter-of-factly. "It looks like you've done a fine job with this little piggie so far, but I'll be honest, she'll probably be one of my smallest patients today. It's a good thing you called me instead of a regular people doctor, who would just tell her to lose some of this beautiful weight, which obviously no one wants to hear." The man nodded. "You want her to be able to get around, at least for now, since all-you-can-eat buffets don't deliver..." he chuckled at his own professional humor. "I'm going to write you a prescription for a mobility scooter and some other equipment that will help you move this butterball around without her having to walk. Quite honestly, walking is just a waste of precious calories anyway. By minimizing that, she can still maintain some mobility, and as an added bonus, you'll likely notice the rate of her growth increase as well. However, I saw your car in the driveway, and at some point, you're going to need something larger, quite possibly with some modifications, but we can cross that fridge when we get to it." He smiled at his own joke again. "Honey, maybe I could just go on a diet for a little while and see if that helps? Like Dr. Weinberg suggested?" the patient asked, finally speaking up for herself. "Whoa there, easy girl," the doctor replied in a firm but caring tone, and he pulled a large wedge of grocery store cheesecake in a plastic container out of his black doctor's bag and offered it to her, placing it atop her shelf-like belly. At the sight of the high caloric confection, she instantly giggled, sending ripples across her expansive abdomen, clapped her meaty mitts together, and unconsciously wiggled her pudgy toes in delight. She immediately dug in, not even stopping to ask for a fork, and instead cramming the sweet treat right into her eager mouth. The doctor gave bulbous belly a friendly pat. "There, there, that's a good girl," he said gently, then turned to the man, "She's a real beaut, you've got here, sir! Take good care of her, and we may have to talk about those vehicle modifications sooner than you'd think." He gave a wink and was out the door, off to his next appointment. * * * * * At the next house, Dr. Biggs was greeted at the door by a very full-figured pregnant woman. Clearly plus-sized before getting knocked up, her hips had spread out into a wonderfully maternal shape. Her thighs were nice and plump, and her whole body had a certain "softness" about it. Her tits, while not remarkably large, were incredibly perky. Her belly appeared firm on top but with some soft "mommy fat" toward the bottom and spreading out into generous love handles. She was wearing a tight white t-shirt, stretched across all of this glorious flesh, and a pair of black maternity yoga pants that looked like they were ready to split if she tried to bend over. Over all of this, she wore a pink polka-dot apron, which covered the front if not the sides of her belly. Her only adornment was a pair of earrings, which upon closer inspection, were shaped like tiny cowbells. Upon seeing the doctor, she removed the apron, revealing a crescent of bare flesh, about an inch at its widest, where her shirt and pants stubbornly refused to meet. As big as her belly was, it still had more than enough give that her belly button remained an ‘innie.’ "I'm so sorry, sir, I was just getting started on dinner," she said by way of greeting. "Quite alright, my dear, is your feeder home?" He asked. She nodded and pivoted on her bare feet with surprising grace, given her size, and padded along into the house, the doctor following close behind. "Oh good, you're here, please have a seat," a kindly gentleman said. "What seems to be the problem?" Dr. Biggs inquired. "It's Bessie's tits, I'm afraid," he began rather bluntly. Before the doctor could guess whether that was just a pet name or a remarkable coincidence, the man went on, "My little heifer has never been particularly busty, but this is her 6th surrogacy - her 4th one with multiples - and we really thought they'd have grown more by now. Her OB and midwife both say that her milk production is fine - superior actually - but even when fully engorged, they're still just C-cups." At this, Bessie looked a bit embarrassed but seemed to acknowledge her mammary deficiency. "We both want them much, much bigger, but obviously implants are out of the question, as this is a working dairy farm. Is there anything you can do to help?" "Hmm, well, this is actually quite common," the doctor began. "Breast size and milk production are not as closely related as you might think. Even with fairly modest udders like your little Bessie here, it's entirely possible to achieve above average production, and I’ve seen some women with absolutely massive tits who can barely squeeze out a drop! However, if it's size you're going for, you'll need to fatten her up. Many preggos think they're overeating, when in fact they're barely getting enough nutrition. Remember, she's eating for... three, is it?" "Four," she replied proudly. "Ah, you *are* a good girl," the doctor smiled, patted her tummy, and turned back to the man. "It's quite clear her little ones are getting enough to eat, but at the end of the day, we need a surplus of calories just for the momma. We need her growing faster than they are if she’s ever going to reach her full potential. Also, nearly constant nipple stimulation is key to keeping those milk bags full. Breast pumps are fine, but in my professional opinion, nothing beats the 'human touch.' Have you been giving her enough attention?" "Well, I certainly work her udders as often as I can, but unfortunately, I spend long days at the office. I don't like being away from her for so long, but it's worth it to have the financial stability so Bessie can stay home and graze all day long." At this, he gave his pet a loving smile, which she returned. "Understandable," the doctor nodded and thought for a moment. "Can I put you in touch with another patient of mine in your area? She's a gainer who's having trouble breaking the 500 lb. mark and needs all the fat and calories she can get. Milking your Bessie here during the day could help facilitate the growth that both of these girls so desperately need." Bessie seemed a little hesitant but also intrigued by the thought. "We'd have to meet her first of course," the man replied, "and as the man of the house, I would expect to be able to take certain... liberties with our guest?" "I'll check with her feeder, but I'm certain something can be arranged," the doctor said, gathering his things and preparing to leave. "I'll be in touch, and until then, stop starving this poor girl," he added with a wink. * * * * * The last appointment of the day took Dr. Biggs to the rich part of town. When he arrived at the address, he had to be buzzed through the gate. After making his way up the long, winding drive, around an ornate marble fountain, he was greeted at the mansion's castle-like double doors by a tall, slender woman with jet black hair and snow white skin. She was wearing high heels and a tight little dress that matched the color of her hair. She extended a dainty yet firm hand to the doctor and said, "You're punctual. Good. My name is Elizabeth Stone Worthington, but you may call me Ms. Liz. Please, this way," and she turned and went into the house without even giving Dr. Biggs a chance to introduce himself. She led him past a grand staircase into what was probably once a ballroom or some kind of entertaining space, easily the largest room in the very large house. Dr. Biggs had been specializing in body-positive care for obese patients ever since he left his old practice. He'd grown tired and frustrated watching the other doctors fat-shame their biggest and most beautiful patients, and his partners didn’t exactly approve of Biggs’s alternative approach to adipose. Since then, he had seen countless patients of all sizes who had intentionally made themselves (or been made) as large as possible, but what he saw in that room shocked even the experienced Dr. Biggs. Sprawled out on a bed, much larger than king-size, and clearly a custom piece, was the fattest woman he'd ever seen in real life and well within the range of some of the largest he'd ever seen in pictures. Her face was still cute and chubby, almost girlish in a way, but her neck had totally ceased to exist, and her round head simply rested on her body like a snowman. Her tits, probably somewhere between D- and DD-cups, were completely and totally dwarfed by her immense expanse of belly flesh. It just seemed to go on forever! The woman was laying on her back, but her belly spilled over either side of her to rest on the bed. She was so fat, that she was laying on her back and her belly at the same time! Her upper arms were the size of an obese woman's thighs, and it wasn’t immediately clear whether she could still lift them off the mattress under her own power. Her fingers were like stuffed sausages, and her legs... good lord, her legs. Clearly swollen with lipedema, each one of her thighs was nearly as wide as the belly of the first woman Dr. Biggs had treated that morning. It was difficult to tell where her knees were, as the giant twin columns of cellulite simply tapered down into two feet that had ballooned out into a ridiculous parody of themselves. There were clearly no commercially-made shoes that could fit such a creature - not that she likely did much walking - and each swollen toe seemed to be fighting for space for itself. Perhaps most remarkably of all, her skin - acres and acres of it - seemed perfectly healthy with a vibrant pink glow! Her sandy blonde hair was lustrous and well maintained, and the room, far from having any hint of body odor, actually smelled sweet and clean, like the waiting room of a spa. The entire room had been meticulously outfitted with a mini-kitchen and other facilities to meet her dietary, hygiene, and even entertainment needs. This wasn’t just a feedee, this was an operation! Dr. Biggs was visibly stunned for a moment but then quickly regained his professional composure, though evidently not quickly enough for Ms. Liz. "Your astonishment is well placed. This," and with that, she grabbed a generous handful of overflowing flesh, which seemed to make its nominal owner giggle, "is Jenny. Not my first project, nor even my second, but by far my greatest achievement to date. When I took her in, this beautiful ball of blubber was on the lower end of the Lane Bryant range. With an ambitious but steady gaining regimen, we have made some quite fantastic progress in less than 4 years." Dr. Biggs was taken aback. "That certainly is impressive. You could probably teach *me* a thing or two." "I imagine I could," she snapped emotionlessly, "but we have unfortunately reached a bit of a plateau. Everyone in 'the game' says you're the best, which is why I've called you here today. You see, despite her 20,000 calorie-a-day diet, Jenny's weight has remained stubbornly between 900 and 910 lbs. at her last three quarterly weigh-ins. A remarkable achievement to be sure, but a frustrating lack of progress nonetheless," with that, she shot Jenny a quick glare, at which the bed-bound behemoth averted her eyes, "especially when one considers the not insignificant effort required to weigh her. She's an obedient little piggie... most of the time," another icy glare, "but I will not be satisfied until I have at least half a ton of flesh to do with as I please." "Metric or standard?" Dr. Biggs asked with a smile. "First one, then the other," Ms. Liz replied stone-faced. "Well then," he thought for a moment, "you're obviously an expert at what you do, but you have to know that when you approach 1,000 lbs, you're really pushing the limits of human physiology. This girl already weighs as much as the starting line-up of a college basketball team," Jenny seemed to beam with some pride at the comparison, "and you're trying to add a cheerleader's weight in blubber to her already hyper-obese frame. You're in territory that's rarely been trod, so you really need to rethink the whole concept of calorie consumption." He thought for a moment and decided it was time to knock this feeder dominatrix off her pedestal a bit. "For instance, why is this girl not eating right now?" "I assure you, doctor," Ms. Liz responded with confidence, "She is on a *strict* 8 meal-a-day plan to maximize fat and calorie intake." "It's hard to maximize anything when she's just laying there, starving to death," he rounded on her. "And let me guess, you've still got her on solid foods? Lifting a fork and chewing are exercise she can hardly afford if you ever want to reach your goals. She needs to be tube-fed a steady stream of high calorie, high fat, and yes, high nutrient feed every waking minute. If you're doing your job right, she'll be afraid to wake up since sleep will be her only respite from the constant - and I do mean constant - gorging." At this, Jenny's face took on a look of simultaneous fear and arousal, while Ms. Liz's expression was one of admiration and academic interest. "It seems you do know your business, doctor," Ms. Liz cracked half a smile for the first time during the session, "Thank you for your professional insight, and I would love to trade notes with you regarding the composition of her feed." "Of course," Dr. Biggs smiled, "and while the temptation is always strong to lean into weight gain powders and heavy cream, it's important to work in a healthy dose of pureed fruits and vegetables, whether this young lady likes it or not," he smiled at the gluttonous gastropod and wagged a finger at her, "as we say, remember the acronym WHALES - We're Healthy At Literally Every Size." Ms. Liz's respect for his advice was giving way to annoyance at his schtick. "Thank you again, doctor, I will see you out. And you," she shot a glance at Jenny, "don't move," and gave her a wicked smile. * * * * * After a long day of house calls, Dr. Biggs' van finally pulled up in front of his own home. He walked up the drive, opened the door, and was greeted by a beautiful blonde in a tight black athleisure suit that showed off her perky breasts, washboard abs, firm thighs, and tight little butt. "So, how'd she do today?" the doctor asked her. "Oh, she was a very good girl," the woman replied, "finished her breakfast, brunch, elevensies, lunch, second lunch, supper, and I was just about to bring in dinner, unless you'd like to." "Sounds good, you can go home now," he smiled and sent the woman on her way. Dr. Biggs pushed a cart loaded with a variety of sausages, buttery whipped potatoes, carrots, and deep-fried potato pancakes (the girl loved her potatoes) into the bedroom and parked it next to the bed where his 700 lbs. wife was sprawled out. Her eyes lit up in double delight at the arrival of her seventh meal of the day and her beloved husband (in that order). "So, how was work today," she managed to get out before cramming the first of a dozen bratwursts into her greedy mouth. He tossed his coat aside, climbed into bed, and snuggled up into her billowy belly, hugging it like a great big body pillow, "Oh, the usual." "Uny wun bigguh vun me?" she casually asked through a mouth full of delicious, greasy sausage. "Believe it or not, there was this one," he replied dreamily, glancing up at her face, which was lost in gluttonous ecstasy, "and I have to say, she gave me a few ideas..."

I just joined this site last night. I've always had an issue with my weight. Ive been plus size as long as I can remember. I love sites like this, cause everyone is so supportive. Here are a few of my pictures.

Yesterday, I felt nagged by an increasing urge to re-subscribe into a rather popular, mainstream size-friendly wannabe reddit group page I just decided to quit a while ago. By "wannabe", I mean it: a vocal majority of the membership resumes itself into nothing but women still stuck into the self-flagellating phase of their body complex issue. I publish a first discussion topic: "P.A.W.G. is the most preposterous colloquial coining ever made: its outmoded racialist overtones obvious" or something. Nonetheless unsatisfied, I'd immediatly spiced up my initial intent: I shared the post into a kinky F.A. reddit page. Afterward, I posted a second topic on the mainstream group page thay has been shared too on the kink page: "When "Steatopygia" among black women turns into a way too bottom-heavy "Advanced Staging Lipoedema" , "P.A.W.G.s" or "ride breeches/pelvicellulite/Steatomery" for others-- or why Western contemporary medias & academics shall stop giving to Steatopygia any racial overtone" . Success unblocked. The kink page - assumedly frequented by the same type of obnoxious, antisocial pig-slurring neckbeards who likes bleating about the heterogenous nature of my discussion topic publishing on F.A. forums - votes down my two posts while some random member with a funny-sounding pseudo popped on my alert feed with a verbally charged rant preceded by the all-American "st**" , pompously accusing me to "polluate" the "last shelter against politics" and "race politics" or some redundantly debilitating bs on this vein that kay have been as well resumed ny a good ol' fashioned "s%$t up n@&ger/libtard/whatever" (which still happens way much than some of you readers may assume) . Y'all shall tip me off the day that cellulite skin, large hips, ballooning gluteus maximas and their colourblind nature are going to be on the news feed on the White House or the Canadian Parliament, (giggles) . 🙄😏 Might still be way much instructive than four years worth of psychotically violent tweeted rants and downward loophole into diplomatic disgrace, though... Back to the main focus, first few hours later and an angry female member is already stepping forward for a fight, half-threateningly asking me to get out with my so-called "kink" stuff and "post history" antics. A few rapid clicks later, she has gone M.I.A. after I scolded her silly MacCarthism and reminded her that a significant brunt of the page group content deal with sexuality and women posing suggestively, so getting angry about a previous post made about the commonality of the so-called Fat Fetishism in both Plus Size and non-heavier sexuality (and outside of its oft mob-minded fetish cart-- ahem I mean F.A. online community) is not the end of the world. Then, the next day later, I received from a female member of the mainstream page this reply about the topic on P.A.W.G.s : SOMEBODY: "The fact is, historically rounded & bigger asses was only found on African women. If white women was out here built like women from the country of Africa, Sara Baartmen wouldn't have been so popular. The fact is, in the US, big booties, thick hips & thighs have been synonymous with black women. White women spend a fortune to have abody that African women were born with. So to see a white women built like a black women, she is a PAWG period." Loud internal facepalm. More dense than that and I die. She did the one thing every single ill-assumed racist web-goer did, so to speak spewing out loud her implicit bias and taking the bait that would lead to racist folks' most-feared Boogeyman... not John Wick, of course... just an epically sound spanking to shatter anyone's Becky-made bubbles and some therapeuthic, paradox-shifting cognitive growth. 😏😁 ME: "Your statement is plain speculative and wrong because historically speaking, rounded & bigger asses has been reported and recorded multiple times all over South Asia, Western Asia, ancient Greece, the Italic Etruscan civilization and the Iberic Peninsula for a major part of Antiquity. The Myceaneans, Minoans, Hellenes, Italians, Levantines, Arabians, Mesopotamians, Iberians and even some Gallic tribes in Northwest Europe left various artifacts showing women with a moderatly to exceedingly plump, rounded buttocks and wide hips coupled by signs of pronounced Steatometry (or ride breeches, if you prefer) and archeological evidence reports since early 20th centuury that the female population of protohistorical hunter-gathering and latter Neolithic groups all across the British, Western, Southwestern, Southern and Central Europe sported frequently such traits from the Lower Paleolithic till afar as the Bronze Age. Biblical texts reports that ancient Israelite women were disencouraged by religious authorities from being sexually promiscuous prior marriage or to cuckhold their husbands under the threat from being immediatly smitten by their God with a curse that physically alters their bottom half bodies and resembles like a variation of bug-infested Cellulitis coupled by Steatopygia, which indicates that the latter one was an existing condition among the Hebrews, all theologically associated with divine punishment and infidelity in wedlock. Islamic hadiths and oral legends hints that the Arabian religious leader & prophet Muhammad's daughter, Fatima, sported during her premature later years an immense derriere as she has dived upward and heavier through the whole weight spectrum... just enough to need the assistance of a few servantmaids to lift her up afoot on a regular basis. Such pronounced callipygia was commonplace among women of any size and most any different ethnic background from whether Western Asia, India or North Africa across the latter Islamic world, as openly implies some erotic texts and tales from the 9th century A.D. Arab-Persian book 'One Thousand & One Nights' . So yea... the fact you're parroting a popular misconception embedded deeply into late modern colonialist views of plumpness & obesity along feminine bodies from far dubious claims rooted into sicentific racism, that has been discredited and refuted one hundred eight years ago by French academicians who were studying Steatopygia among native-born Frenchmaids (e.g. socalled Caucasian women) , is the one reason WHY this topic needs to be tackled once at all, whether it displeases some group of men or not." And for a first time since never, I get voted up four times and the interlocutor is the one who get voted down as many times... just before a tandem of twits did retaliatively votes me down as well as votes her up. Ignorance is a grudgeful bliss. Still, it was funny to see people from whatever spectrum of the Fat community getting owned withot having some random power hungry narcissist monitoring and censoring either I or anyone's instructive point made like a freaking David Rohl novel film adaptation with a heavyset, mean looking busty Nazi expy who spent her time eating chocolate, benchpressing weights and bullying people for archvillain (yea you hear me, shout out to 'Maltida') . Something has been deplorably lost in the Anglophone Fat movement lately, not just the F.A. online community: the element of freedom of speech, enlightement and betterment over ignorance, tribalism, shallowness and chauvinism. We can point our fingers at OF, social medias, the travesty of Body Positivity, FF, Curvage, DM, ** whatever as the cause of all of that, but to be honest the issue is as skin-deep as the implicit biases behind bottom-heaviness among white bodies and coloured bodies. Society is the one true boogeyman everyone tries to escape, but refuses to actually feed off while deshinbiting themselves behind their keyboard. I need to see what women on Curvage thinks about it. Any opinions?

Hey Guys 👋🏼 I’m Bunny and I’ve just started my journey as a Curvage model on Curvage 😁 I’m struggling a little to gain followers on this platform and I think it’s because I still don’t quite know my way about this site! Anyway I’m figuring things out 😉 If this is your first time hearing about me, here’s some visuals to match my name 🐷🤰🏻: Hope to see you around and maybe in My Curvage Clip Store ? 👀👉🏼👈🏼

Bianca Mendes is a new brazilian plus size model she is only 21 years old, with 5'9" tall and 242 pounds now she has a big butt of almost 60 inches she is blonde with green eyes

Hello there, I’m just a bhm looking a bbw/ssbbw who might consider mutually gaining. Located in the WA PNW

Hello everyone! I'm from Russia, I don't yet understand what to do on this site, can someone tell me?)) I'm looking for fans of my figure, I'm a kind and slightly modest girl) and I also want to get fat💓 I want to become ssbbw

Hello! I'm new to this community and thought I'd introduce myself. I'm just beginning to feel confident posting photos of myself as a fat girl! I'm a recent diet industry dropout. I LOVE food and eating WAY too much. I'm still exploring the realm of feederism, but I'm not opposed to eating whatever I want and maybe getting a little bigger as a result, since that's already pretty much what I've been doing my whole adult life. Hopefully I fit in ok here 😌

🥶Hi everyone, I'm a piggyfer I am a fat Colombian woman who has dreams of being the fattest in Latin America, In less than two years I have gone from 83 kg to 147 kg and this is just the beginning. I hope here to find the support I need to achieve my dream thank you and I hope you like what I have for you

This is a #drawing of a #plussize version of #JudyHopps & #NickWilde from #Disney's 2016 film #Zootopia. This was drawn on printer paper with a H pencil. I started by retracing my previous attempts. I started with sketching Judy Hops as a #FatFury between 3:33 PM-4:07 PM on Sunday July 12, 2020. Then I sketched in Nick Wilde between 4:09-4:29 PM on July 12, 2020. Then I started coloring Judy Hops and Nick Wilde between 4:41 PM-7:42 PM on July 12, 2020 I decided to go back and sketch in more fur hair on the paws, face and more eye lashes between 7:53 PM-8:04 PM on Sunday July 12, 2020. For step 2 of the coloring process. The main focus was coloring Nick Wilde's tie. I also worked on shading Nick's shirt, pocket. Continued shading Judy Hopps fur on the face, rabbit ears, pants and bra. I worked on coloring for this step between 10:44-11:14 PM on July 30, 2020. For step 3 of the coloring process I worked on coloring the costumes and fur more between 12:52 PM-1:26 PM on Saturday January 16, 2021. Continued coloring after a brief break between 1:37 PM-3:50 PM on Saturday January 16, 2021. For stage 4 of the coloring process my main focus was shading in the clothes and furr more. I got interested in continuing to color this drawing after thinking about what Furry drawings I was working on at the moment after watch TheEvilFootman aka #RoyalRoseWolf on YouTube live stream. To see TheEvilFootman aka #RoyalRoseWolf livestream check out https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CRx6M4hcV7w I started at 4:21 PM-5:59 PM Tuesday March 2, 2021. I Stopped to give my phone to my Mom to use for a livestream in Facebook Messenger and put the chicken in the oven to make dinner. Then I continued coloring from 6:05 PM-6:41 PM on Tuesday March 2, 2021. I Stopped coloring to get chicken for dinner out of oven. I then continued coloring from 6:46-7:31 PM March 2, 2021. I stopped to check Facebook for updates. I then went back to coloring from 7:58 PM-8:17 PM Tuesday March 2, 2021. I stopped to do a Scout Master review with a scout over Facebook Messenger live chat. I continued coloring after doing Scout Master review for a scout Avery working on his Star rank. I then continued from 8:29 PM-8:55 PM Tuesday March 2, 2021 Continued coloring to work on the eyes more once I looked at the drawing and realized Judy Hops has some purple in her eyes and I had not added pupils to Nick Wilde's eyes. I continued coloring from 9:22 PM 9:42 PM on Tuesday March 2, 2021.

I’m so horny today not able to eat much but I’m gonna be chugging milkshakes down my greedy throat and rubbing my belly all day and some other things 😈 wanna enjoy with me? Let’s go boys and girls 🤤

Heyyaa everyone! I just created this post, to show off the art my bf made! He hasn't posted any of them on curvage before, so I just had 2 show yall! One of them is even about @Curvage Casey She was a lot smaller back then, but I still love the drawing! ❤️ If you have any request, feel free to post down here below! 🥰 Love Potchi

Im a morph artist that started in 2016. Im on DA, Twitter, Youtube, Instagram, Tumbler, and possibly some other places those are my most active sites though. I also have a discord link below feel free to join. That's how im going to be doing commissions and where ill be releasing my latest work when done. I've been on here for about a year now, hope you give me a follow! https://discord.gg/tvyvunp3sJ

Hey there! I'm new on this site and I just applicated to be a model. It feels a little bit scary but even more exciting!!! I was on a webcam-site a couple of years ago and it was alright but I think I will like this better 🥰 I live in Sweden and I have ny own style, I love music and tattoos, cooking, baking and of course EATING. I'm laying in my sofa with a bag of crisps in this very moment lol. I'm a SSBBW and I love my body! Sounds like a cliche but I really do, I love how my legs and hips look, and I have a huge ass that I like to squeeze into fishnets. I love short skirts and because I'm a punkrocker my style is very alternative, I change my hair colour all the time and I'm hot as fuck! 😅🥰 Tell me what kind of videos/pics you want to see!

Whatever happened to this gem? I know she was on northern goddess @blogspot, which is now inactive. I'm surprised she isn't on insta or OnlyFans. She could make $$$ and not even put much effort into it. A true beauty.

Welcome to my first submission on this site, I hope you enjoy all the fat I accumulate.

Looking for a new shake recipe, preferably something in the ranges of 3-4K and up calories wise, my old shake seems to not be working as well and wasn’t very good tasting.

Not sure WTF I am doing! But let's try this, lmao new to the site approved to be a model what's your story? Post a pic lets see what you're working with! Who is just as confused and who is HUNGRY AF? 😍

Hey everyone, I just started talking to a beautiful 300+ fat woman.While initially shy, I've encouraged her to embrace her fat, sexy self. She is enjoying being able to brace her giant body. Wonderful stuff!

More parts to come... Chapter 1 Casey had not seen Derek in two years and she was excited to see her former CrossFit buddy. She had quit doing CrossFit due to her classes and stress in her personal life and had been unable to connect ever since. She was always attracted to Derek but never had the courage to make a move or show interest. Derek was 6’0’’ and a well put together former athlete but he was also relatively shy. Casey was super happy to get a text from Derek asking her to go for a couple of drinks after work. Casey was a little nervous what Derek would think of her since she didn’t quite look the same as her CrossFit days. After CrossFit she was so swamped with her classes she developed some bad eating habits. From her sophomore year to her senior year she had put on 50 plus pounds. What was weird about the weight gain though was that she kind of liked how it made her look. She went from a size 6 to a size 14 but all in all most of it went to her curves and most girls were wearing revealing things showing their freshman 15 midriff anyways. Casey just went with the weight and she actually liked the way in made her body feel. Derek and Casey ended up meeting at a local bar for dinner and drinks. Derek was definitely taken aback a little bit when he first saw Casey walk through the door. So much so that he couldn’t resist bringing up her weight once he had a couple beers in him. ‘Casey I’m not going to lie, you surprised me a bit as you don’t quite look like you did from when we were doing CrossFit.’ Casey was a bit shocked that he was so pressing about what she perceived to be a question about her weight but she was relatively comfortable with her weight so she didn’t take it personally. ‘Yea I know, I was so skinny when I was doing CrossFit then I just got overwhelmed with school the next thing I know I put on a couple pounds. Most went to the right spots though right?’ Casey did a quick little wiggle in her seat. Derek didn’t know what to think. He’s only ever been with relatively fit chicks and here’s Casey who was clearly over 200 pounds. For some reason though there was something charming about her and very attractive. He figured it still may be worth pursuing. ‘Yea absolutely, I was just surprised that’s all’ They continued to drink for another hour or two and soon enough they both lost any reservations and their inhibitions. Derek just figured fuck it, I never had sex with a chubby chick before so might as well try it. Next thing you know they are back at Casey’s apartment and taking their clothes off. Derek was really enjoying the nice size of Casey’s tits. But he was really shocked when she took off her jeans. They were clearly digging in to her skin all night as their was a huge band around her stomach as she pulled down her pants. When she pulled them over her stomach he swore her stomach released another inch or two. He was oddly fascinated. He even found it sexy how she had her panties pulled up cupping her pretty big belly. At this point Derek didn’t care though, he was fucking this 200 pound plus broad. He quickly reached to grab her panties and move them down when his hands hit those hips. As his hands hit they just melted in her skin like butter, she was so soft. It actually felt really good surprisingly. Casey didn’t know what she was getting into, she had some sex around 185 Pounds but nothing since the last 30 plus. She was nervous Derek wouldn’t find her attractive at this size even though she felt good about herself. After he removed her panties she was completely exposed. She looked down at herself and was pretty turned on by her juicy tits and wide hips. The real question is how Derek felt. She undid his pants and slid his jeans down and bam there was a massive erection out of his boxer briefs. Her loins immediately got wet from how big his cock was and how ready he was for her. She quickly got him out of his underwear as she needed him inside her. She pushed him over onto the bed and got on top. Her pussy was so wet he slid right in only after a try or two. Derek looked up at all of Casey and couldn’t believe how big she was and how much bigger she was then anyone he’d ever been with. He put his hands on her big tits to try to slow them from wobbling everywhere but her belly was still crashing up and down. She was so soft all over....fuck this feels amazing. At that point he realized he was fucked. Casey was so into the movement she just started thrusting rapidly as hard as she could. Fuckkkk it feels so good she thought. At that point she could feel Derek’s cock start to pulsate. Holy fuck she thought, he’s going to cum already. The thought of how much he liked her at this weight turned her on so bad, she loved it. Within the next 10 seconds Derek spent himself inside Casey. He lasted a total of 40 seconds. Casey wasn’t even mad she hadn’t had time to get off, she just loved the inability of Derek to control himself around her. Casey after sex reassured him that she has a Morena so there’s no risk of pregnancy. At that point in time Derek tried to excuse the quick get off by saying he hadn’t been with a girl in awhile. Casey was a bit disappointed as she thought it had more to do with her than that fact but overall the night couldn’t have gone any better. Derek asked to see her again before he left and Casey liked the thought of that.

DISCLAIMER: This story’s not meant to be realistic. At least not in terms of the weight gain and its rapidity. Enjoy! /////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////CHAPTER 1//////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// I knock on the apartment door. I hear footsteps. Suddenly, the door is opened by a tall, red-headed woman. “Hi, Pizza Delivery for a Ms. Sarah Matthews.” I announce, holding three pizza boxes. “That’s me! Come on in!” The redhead says cheerily. Hesitantly, I oblige. Most customers don’t ask me to come inside, but then again, I’ve only worked here for a couple weeks. “Could you please set them on the coffee table over there? Thanks!” She requests sweetly. The woman in question is a very tall 7 ft (213 cm). I, being only 5’6 (167 cm), find myself having to tilt my head up at an awkward angle to make eye contact. She also has long, curly red hair going down to her waist, and is rather skinny. She’s not over the top anorexia level skinny, but in that crop top, I struggle to find so much as an ounce of fat on her belly. She’s one of the small percent of people where, if she worked out, she’d probably have a six-pack. I should know because I also happen to be in that small percentage of people (although I actually do have somewhat of a six-pack). If I had to guess based on her looks, she must be in her early 20s. After I set the pizza down, she says “Thanks, um...” “Um...?” “What’s your name?” “Oh, Pete. Short for Peter, either one’s good by me.” I say, a little fast paced and nervous. “Well, thank you, Peter. I’m Sarah. Short for, well, nothing really.” She says chuckling. “So, are you having company or something?” I ask. “Nope! It’s just me tonight! I was really hungry, and my friend at college said your restaurant was amazing, so I figured I’d check it out!” “Oh cool, what college are you going to?” “Madison State. I just did a gap year and I moved here a week ago.” “Get out of here! I’m going to Madison, too! It’s my sophomore year right now.” “Oh awesome! I hope we have some classes together!” “That’d be awesome! Oh, your total will be $18.09, by the way.” “Oh yeah, no problem.” She fishes out $25 from her wallet and hands it to me, “keep the rest as a tip.” She says cutely. “Thanks! Enjoy your food!” “Thanks!” She says, an excited grin on her face as she turns to the pizza boxes. So, I drive back to work, deliver a couple more pizzas, and then go home to my dorm for the night. The next day, I go back to work around noon. About a minute into work, and there’s already a delivery order for 4 pizzas. I drive to the listed address. Once I get there, I get the sense I’ve been here before. It’s not until I knock on the door that I realize it’s the same girl from last night. “Coming!” She calls with a melodic tune. She arrives at the door, wearing a tank top and shorts. “Yay! Pizza!” She says enthusiastically. “Yup! Sarah, right?” “Oh my god, Peter! What a coincidence, same pizza boy twice in a row!” “Yup! I take it you enjoyed your food last night?” “OH MY GOD, it was SO good!!! I fucking loved it! My only complaint was that it wasn’t very filling! That’s why I decided to order 4 pizzas this time.” “That’s awesome! Glad to see someone with a healthy appetite!” “Yup! I just hope it’s enough this time.” “I hope so, too! By the way, the total is $24.12.” “Right! Um...$2.40 tip, what’s that...” she digs through her wallet and gives me $30. “Keep the extra as a tip!” “Thank you, ma’am! Have a nice day!” “You too! Thanks for the pizza, Peter!” I walk out the door and drive back to work. I thought that’d be all I’d see of her for that day, but that night, I get an order for 6 pizzas. Sure enough, it’s to the same address, and I’m greeted by the same tall red head and her cheerful welcome. “So, 6 pizzas this time, huh? I take it 4 wasn’t enough?” “Not even close! I mean, I LOVE this stuff, but they better make this stuff more filling! I don’t wanna starve to death!” she says, pointing to her somewhat bloated stomach. “I guess you just gotta find the right balance.” “You just be lucky the food you make is so tasty, or I’d be suing your boss for starving me to death!” she teases. Again, she pays for the food, making sure to tip generously, and we part ways. But, just before I leave, something kinda strange happens. “Wait, Peter!” she calls as I open the door. I look back, a quizzical look on my face. Her face is bright red. After a short silence, she speaks, “erm...I hope you have a nice day!” She says awkwardly. I smile. “You too, Sarah!” I don’t really have any more work for the rest of that week. When Saturday rolls around, though, I’m back on the clock. Around noon, I get an order to deliver 10 pizzas. I take it to a familiar address. When I knock on the door, I hear a “coming!” from Sarah’s angelic voice. She opens the door. “Thank GOD! I’m STARVING!!” she says, using a fake groan for emphasis. My field of view is mostly clouded by 10 stacked pizza boxes, but I assume Sarah’s on the other side of the boxes, struggling to contain her excitement for the food she’s about to eat. She continues, “Would you mind setting those over on the coffee table? Thank you!” I proceed to enter the living room and set the multitude of pizza boxes on her table, careful not to trip or bump into anything. Upon setting them down, I turn around to face Sarah, but am surprised to see a much different looking girl than the one I saw last week. She’s still just as ridiculously tall, she still has the same long, curly hair, but she’s not as thin as she was when I last saw her. The potential six-pack is now gone. In fact, her belly now bulges outward, forming a very thick pooch. At least that’s what I think it’s called, it’s one of those bellies where the bulge isn’t particularly noticeable from the front, but if you look from the side, you see she’s definitely thickened up. It doesn’t even look round per se, it looks more like her stomach has become thicker from front to back, and the extension just happens to be large enough to bulge over her pants. I’m honestly in shock, she looks as if she’s put on 20 or 30 lbs (10-15kg) in the past week. And most of it, by the looks of it, went to her breasts. I didn’t even notice her breasts last I saw her, they seemed to be an A cup, maybe a B cup. But now...okay I’ll be honest, I don’t know what each bra size looks like. Regardless, her once petite boobs now bulge out significantly, pressing against her now tight crop top and causing a large, curvy protrusion. Even though she appears to have put on quite a good bit of weight, I still wouldn’t call her fat. If anything, her added curves make her even more attractive, at least in the conventional sense. With my face no longer covered up by pizza boxes, her smile widens. “Oh my god, PETE! I haven’t seen you in a week!” she says, pulling me into a friendly hug. Some might call it a bit too friendly, especially for a pizza boy you barely know. I can feel the bottom of my face press into her newly formed belly pouch, whilst my nose and forehead press deeply into her plump, shapely cleavage. When she releases me, she asks, “so how’s your week been so far?” “It’s been pretty good. I had a few classes, and even though it’s the beginning of the semester, they’re already flooding me with a ton of assignments.” “Ugh, lame!” “But what about you? How was your week?” “It was GREAT! I had a few classes, plus I got some time to hang out with my friends! Also, I finally figured how much pizza I need to stay full! Usually 10 boxes does the trick, sometimes 11 if I’m really hungry.” “Wow!” I say in shock, “I don’t know anyone who can eat 10 boxes of pizza!” “Hey, it’s like you said, nothing wrong with having a healthy appetite,” she says, patting her thick tummy. I chuckle at her enthusiasm. “Well, I’m glad to see you’re getting your moneys worth. Speaking of which, that’ll be $60.30” “Yikes, just be lucky my parents give me a generous allowance.” She hands me $70 and, as always, tells me to keep the rest as a tip. “Oh, by the way Pete, are you free today?” My face goes bright red with a nervous blush. “Um...not at the moment, but I should get off work around 7.” “Great! Would you, um...maybe...wanna hang out around then?” “Um...y-yeah, I guess. Would I just...come over here? I guess?” “Or...what if around seven, I place an order, pay online, and once you get over here with my pizza, you can clock out right then?” “Um...I’d have to ask my manager, but if he says yes, then sure. Absolutely.” I say, a bit hesitant as I still don’t quite know this girl very well. Just as I start to have second thoughts, though, “Great! I’ll see you then!” she exclaims cheerily. That night, we get a call. It’s from a woman requesting ten 14 inch pizzas and an order of breadsticks. She also specifically requests that “Pete delivers them”. I try to freshen up a bit real quick before driving on over there. Once I get there, I knock on the door one time before she immediately opens it and eagerly snatches the pizza from my hands. “Were you just waiting there for me to arrive?” “Kinda...” she says, bringing the pizza to the coffee table, sitting down on her couch, and digging into her pizza, not even taking a moment to get a plate first. “Mmmh! Sho good!” she moans, “Pete, what are you doing? Come on over here!” she exclaims, patting the spot to her left. I close the door and sit next to her. “Mmmm...sherioushly, I don’t know how you guysh make it thish good!!” She says, just before finishing the first slice and moving on to the second. “Wow, you must be REALLY hungry.” I comment. “[MMMH] You don’t know the half of it!” Just then, I hear a loud grumble emitting from her tummy. I look to my right and see that her belly is actually noticeably thicker than it was this afternoon. How is that even possible? It is possible that that extra tummy is just bloating from lunch? Then again, she did manage to put on a considerable amount of weight this past week, so that being belly fat isn’t entirely off the table. That is, assuming fat can even metabolize that quickly.

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Content disclaimer: This story features expicit sexual themes like masturbation and sex. There are elements of body transformation in weight, size, shape. Extreme weight gain, gluttony, feeding, stuckage, and immobility are also featured. --- With 'Sweet Dreams' the body of your ultimate desires can come true. Enter Ava, a young woman who believed in the mysterious drug. Follow her story as her mind and waistline transforms, meeting friends and love on the way. --- Author's Note: Hello! This is my first story here on this site. However I have written other WG fics on others like Fantasy Feeder/Deviant Art. This version shared on site will have story additions, and grammar improvements. I will be updating more chapters in the future. Feedback is greatly appreciated, and I hope you enjoy! --- Sweet Dreams By iam18iswear Chapter One - Ava's First Taste Ava dropped her suitcase and heaved a satisfied sigh. The blonde-haired, twenty-three-year-old, began her vacation at Valaris Beach. However, warm weather and relaxation isn’t the only reason she drove for ten hours, and across multiple states. The youthful woman rolled her belongings into the suite’s bedroom, where a king-sized bed awaits. Lifting the suitcase onto the bed, she extracted her belongings and stowed them away in a wardrobe. Her blue eyes glimpsed the sliding glass door in the room with a captivating beach view. Opening and stepping through, her pale white skin tingles from the cool ocean breeze. The sun’s evening rays soothed her tired body after a lengthy day’s worth of driving. Satisfied, she returned to the bedroom and finished putting away her clothes. Once settled in the suite, Ava turned her attention to a brown paper bag she placed on the kitchen table. “So, this is it. Sweet Dreams, the medicine that will make the body of your deepest desires to come true,” Ava spoke aloud and chuckled. Online, Sweet Dreams seemed to be a product of fantasy. The young woman had heard of it from viral photos and videos. To the public, not many believed in its transformative properties. Ava on the other hand, felt the urge to find out herself. Upon close research, she discovered the handful of locations in the country where Sweet Dreams could be purchased. Thus leading her to a small coastal city in Florida, Valaris Beach. Ava dumped the bag’s contents, revealing two vials and a piece of paper. Curious, she read the paper out loud, “Sweet Dreams, by Eicorp. Sweet Dreams is an experimental beauty product created from the mind of Joseph Newman. If you’re reading this, you are one of a hundred who have received this product. Congratulations! Dreams can come true with this sweet serum! Eicorp is not legally responsible for any unwanted side effects Sweet Dreams may or may not cause.” The blonde impatiently skimmed through paragraphs of text to reach the directions page, citing aloud, “Directions: Take one cup of water, and mix one milliliter of ‘sweet’.” She looked at the two vials, one blue, one yellow. The blue vial labeled ‘sweet’, while the other, ‘Dreams’. Continuing, “After mixing, remove all articles of clothing as bodily changes can cause injury. Then in a seated position, drink the solution. Changes to the body will happen around one minute after consumption. Continue creating and consuming the mixture until acquiring desired body. The changes that ‘Sweet’ has made will remain until the first urination cycle. We do not recommend it to keep fluids to preserve dream form, as it can cause kidney damage.” “Oh, that’s not good,” Ava said to herself. “To preserve your dream body, mix one milliliter of ‘Dream’ into a cup of water. Doing so will safely preserve your body for twenty-four hours. Five milliliters will preserve for one week, and for permanent effects, ten milliliters will solidify the change forever. We are not responsible for accidental/misuse consumption of ‘Dreams’”. “Interesting, so I can keep what I like?” she coyly thought. “Eicorp recommends the consumer to drink ‘Sweet’ one cup/milliliter at a time to fine tune bodily desires. Then use the ‘Dreams’ vial to test out living in the new body long term. Then, if satisfied, make it permanent. WARNING: Vials are concentrated, and misuse can cause permanent disfigurement, or death.” “Gotcha,” her eyes stared at the ‘Sweet’ vial, the top included a one milliliter dropper. Grabbing a glass of water, Ava returned to the table. “Here goes nothing,” the pale-skinned girl sarcastically commented, mixing the blue vial contents as directed. In her hands, the water faded into a light blue color showing the mixture was successful. She prepared five glasses of ‘Sweet Water’ and headed to the bedroom. Following directions, she unclothed herself completely. The skinny blonde haired, blue-eyed woman peered at herself in the mirror with bare flesh exposed to air. Her eyes fluttered between the mirror and mixed drinks. She inspected her appearance, poking and prodding her underweight frame. In her mind, men probably desired a small woman like her. Ava didn’t care about what they thought, rather she was insecure about her own flesh. Seeing her svelte frame served as a reminder of how little she ate, flashing back to the last dinner with her close friend and neighbor, Marcy. Ava recalled asking her, “Why do you not care about being so big? Don’t people find large girls unattractive?” In a proud demonstration Marcy answered, “Girl at my size you have more to show. I got over three hundred pounds of me for people to see. So instead of being embarrassed, I stand confident and proud showing off my curves. Guys will always fall for a woman who embraces inner beauty and self.” Ava knew she spoke the truth, recalling the many dating stories Marcy told. During their meals together Ava often gaze at her gorging on copious amounts of food with utmost joy. She wished to be the same, but eating a couple of bites made her full. Occasionally the vastly larger friend joked about her inability to finish a plate, something she could do twice over. "Embrace inner beauty and self…" the young lady whispered. "What if my true self isn't what I see in this mirror?" Ava looked at her flat belly and small hips, then to the petite backside. In her skin she always had a sense of vulnerability, leading to her feeling skittish and shy. The twenty-three-year-old yearned to be the opposite - confident and proud just like her bestie. She pulled her attention to the five glasses. "Can dreams come true?" picking up the first glass. "Guess I'll find out." The blonde threw caution and gulped down the first glass of ‘Sweet Water’. Ava's blue eyes scanned for changes, waiting for the sixty seconds to pass. A warm vibration enveloped her. She clutched her rear like an earthquake was striking. Slowly her body swelled, each limb widening and thickening. Ava’s attention focused at the belly and hips, rising akin to yeast. “I’m-I’m thicker!” the women’s blue eyes peered to the mirror and herself. She poked her gut as it stuck out above her privates. Spinning around, she realized her thighs nearly clung to each other. The gap between many women desired disappeared. Fat enveloped her torso with creases and love handles forming on the sides. Ava looked at her butt, now larger to match the increased size of the lower body. The changes thrilled the lady, but wasn’t satisfactory as her bust did not grow. She gulped down another glass to remedy that. Ava writhed, the fat compounding made the earthquake sensation more tender and sensitive. At the mirror, she realized a very overweight woman reflected back. Her paunch folded over and on the groin, projecting further than before. Ava’s arms rested on the sides, contacting her wide hips and love handles. She then raised her arms, grazing over the rolls folding into her back. Looking down, her breasts were marginally bigger. The fat lady shook her head in disappointment. Ava's ass more than compensated, jutting as much as her belly . Turning to see a side profile, she almost tripped over her large thighs, not used to its girth. Curious about her weight she sought the bathroom for a scale. Her bubble-butt and legs bounced and rubbed each other with each step. Back at the mirror the heavy woman placed the scale on the floor and stepped on it. “238” Ava whispered, in awe at her additional weight. “Last time I was 110....” the lady added, cooing at her bulk. She stepped around watching the slight quivers her body created, appreciating the comfort from the additional insulation. For once she was delighted in her own skin. But with one look at her small breasts and pear-shaped frame, she grabbed another glass and chugged it. Ava shut her eyes in meditation, desiring a more evenly distributed body. The vibration sensation following became pure pleasure to the now obese woman. She smothered her arms on her body as they grew thicker. Ava adjusted her posture to compensate for the new girth, stepping wider to accommodate her widening legs. A foreign sensation came upon her chest, two mounds filled her hands completely. Releasing the mammaries flopped them onto her belly and separated from each other. The woman then immediately stepped onto the scale, leaning over her newly formed breasts and pulling her belly back to see the results. “302. My god, I’m as big as Marcy…” Ava gazed at herself embarrassingly, returning her posture to normal. She then noticed something strange. The mirror appeared to be lower. Or did she grow taller? The thought cut off by how rounded her face had become. Tilting the head downwards created a pronounced double chin. "I look pretty cute," Ava giggled. She brushed her left arm accidentally on the belly, not used to the increased space it occupied. It protruded out further than before, completely covering her vagina. A pair of folds deeply sliced the sides atop the belly - her hands couldn’t get enough of. Looking directly down filled Ava with excitement at her now grapefruit sized breasts. She fondled them and reveled at how sensitive her nipples had become. The obese blonde couldn’t see her feet no more even if she tried. Ava’s thigh resting belly prevented such prospects. Looking at the mirror, she stepped in place watching her fat jiggle and bounce. Turning aside, her rear somehow even increased in volume. Ava smacked and clutched it, enjoying the tickling pleasure it provided. The morbidly obese girl stopped to ponder for a moment, “I-I like being fat?” whispering while patting her belly. “I’ve never thought or imagined that this would feel…good?” Blue eyes gazed into the mirror at her hanging belly, lifting it up to reveal her fupa. Without thinking, her left hand touched her groomed vagina, cooing at the tender shaven skin. Ava couldn’t comprehend the sensual feelings such a simple action provided, other than ‘it felt amazing’. Mouth agape, she inserted her hand into the thicker, larger pussy, immediately reveling in sparks of pleasure. “Oh…” Ava sensually moaned said whilst smothering her hand teasingly on her fupa and vagina. She discovered, with the increased volume of skin, meant more sensitivity. Continuing, her belly quivered from her thick arm moving it up and down, always maintaining contact. Moaning and groaning, Ava turned her body around to see her titanic ass bouncing in rhythm. The sight of it made her rub even more vigorously. “I-I must be bigger! More!” In a horny frenzy, she picked up another glass and gulped without an afterthought. As Ava masturbated vigorously, the effects of the water kicked in. “Ooh, Oh…” moaning in pure ecstasy while her body swelled even further. Her massive gut enveloped the masturbating arm, quaking even more vigorously as it pushed and extended further. The blue-eyed blonde watched as her boobs, belly, arms, and ass increased in mass, sending her into even further carnal bliss. Her moans progressively got louder as her off-hand groped every expanding part of her body. “Don’t stop, please!” the bodily change stopped, leaving the turned on woman disappointed. Ava hobbled onto the scale, but her eyes caught wind of the last glass she prepared. The morbidly obese woman grabbed the glass and waddled torwards the bed. She struggled to bend over and reach her suitcase, where her bullet vibrator from the luggage. Out of breath, Ava dropped her gigantic ass on the bed and almost spilled the water. The obese woman gulped it down and inserted the now proportionally tiny vibrator in herself, turning it on. Her sexual heat reached to further heights with a combination of water and vibrator. Ava shook and clapped her tree-trunk legs with the rhythmic vibration, causing a chain reaction for more pleasure. “Oh… Oh! Oh!” she screamed and came, collapsing backwards onto the bed. The morbidly obese girl fell into a coma not soon after, exhausted from pleasure and exertion.

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