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To celebrate Tamale's 1 year on curvage, she figured it was time to revisit the depths of her closet. Most of her clothes have been getting tighter for a while, but as the seasons change Tamale was getting excited to dig out some of her clothes she wore last year when she first joined curvage. To no ones surprise a year of this glutinous journey has really made trying on her old wardrobe staples next to impossible! With a stack of button up shirts ready to strain and pop as she pulls them tight across her new belly, she has a new goal in mind. Before the end of Sumer a button pop! What were once baggy flowing dresses are now too short for polite society and the extent of Tamales growth becomes clear for all to see. She's been eating like a pig and it shows. Finally she tries on a jumpsuit and has her very first experience ripping out of clothes that once fit her. The heavy denim is no match for her rolls and folds and she finally bursts out the seams. Thank you all for keeping this year so much fun. Here's to many more outgrown clothes as the year goes on! Feedback and reviews are essential and always so appreciated. Tamale always replies ❤️$4.99
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My friend Olivia is here and we are going through some of my older clothes. I found a pair of jean shorts that I haven't worn in over a year. They are a size 30 (the biggest size available at Torrid) and I knew I just had to try them on. Even with Olivia's help we struggled so hard just to pull them up over my enormous ass, but there is no way they are going over the belly. Will we be able to button them under the belly or will Olivia's arms just get trapped under my massive belly instead? I really don't think these are ever going to be wearable again, so I give them to her as weigh gain encouragement. I may have long outgrown them, but now my cute fat feedee friend can grow into them!$12.99
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Hey fellow travelers, I come to you today with a tale of gravity, struggle, and an insatiable love for life’s most indulgent pleasures. I tried to combine a story out of my life from a couple days ago with an kind of artsy, highbrow writing style. I'd be happy to hear some feedback! So buckle up, because this journey isn’t for the faint of heart—or the light of step. The Scale of My Odyssey Picture this: a parking lot, bathed in the harsh fluorescent glow of morning. For most, it’s a mere pit stop on the way to the doctor, a brief interlude between car and clinic. But for me, it’s a battleground—a proving ground where my body wages war against itself. The Epic Waddle As I step out of my car, the asphalt groans under my weight. My clothes cling to me like a second skin, their seams straining against the gravitational pull. The distance to the doctor's entrance—what should be a casual stroll—is now an epic odyssey. Each step feels like lifting a mountain, and my waddle is a slow-motion dance of defiance. Judgmental Stares and Invisible Hurdles The stares from passersby are arrows, piercing my resolve. Their eyes trace the curves of my existence, measuring me against a world that wasn’t designed for my dimensions. I’m not just battling my own flesh; I’m pushing against a society that whispers, “Why don’t you just eat less?” as if it were that simple. Gasping for Breath, Heart Pounding By the time I reach the doctor's door, my breath comes in ragged gasps. My heart pounds like a war drum, echoing the rhythm of my struggle. I collapse into a waiting room chair, beads of sweat forming constellations on my forehead. The stark reality hits me: this isn’t just about physical exertion; it’s about survival. The Fear of Immobility I fear immobility—the day when my body rebels entirely, refusing to carry me any further. When even the shortest journey becomes an insurmountable peak. But here’s the paradox: despite the weight, the strain, and the judgment, I refuse to give up my love affair with food. The Battle into the doctor's office As I sit in the waiting room, trying to catch my breath and compose myself, a nurse calls my name. "Ms. ...?" she says, her voice tinged with concern. I hoist myself up from the chair, my joints creaking in protest, and follow her down the narrow hallway to the doctor's room. Entering the room feels like crossing a threshold into a realm of judgment and scrutiny. My doctor sits behind a desk cluttered with files, her expression a mix of worry and thinly veiled disgust. She gestures for me to take a seat, her eyes flickering over my bulging frame. I lower myself into the chair with a grunt, the plastic groaning beneath me. It's a struggle to find a comfortable position, to ease the strain on my protesting muscles and bones. The doctor clears her throat, her gaze fixed on the chart in front of her. "Mia," she begins, her voice heavy with disapproval. "I think we need to talk about your weight." I nod, my stomach churning with a mix of shame and defiance. This conversation is nothing new, a broken record of admonishments and empty promises. Confrontation at the Scale As I attempt to undress myself per the doctor's instructions, beads of sweat dot my forehead, and my breath comes in short, labored bursts. Every movement is a monumental task, each article of clothing a battle won against my own body. The fabric sticks to my skin, refusing to yield easily. With trembling hands, I struggle to remove my shirt, the material stretched taut over my bulging form. Each button feels like a weightlifting exercise, and by the time I manage to free myself, I'm panting as if I've just run a marathon. Next comes my pants—a Herculean effort that leaves me gasping for air. I fight against the resistance of fabric and flesh, the struggle magnified by the relentless pull of gravity. Finally, with a grunt of exertion, I manage to peel them off, revealing the full extent of my burden to the unforgiving gaze of the doctor. With a deep breath, I step onto the scale, the metal groaning beneath my weight. The doctor adjusts the settings, recalibrating the scale in a desperate attempt to accommodate my size. But even her efforts prove futile. After a few tense moments, she looks up at me, her expression a mix of shock and concern. "I'm sorry, Mia," she says, her voice barely above a whisper. "You're too heavy for the scale." Her words hang in the air like a heavy shroud, suffocating me with their implications. I've surpassed the limits of measurement, exceeded the bounds of what this world is capable of quantifying. After the doctor's revelation about the scale's limit (220 kgs / 485 lbs) and her grave concerns about my health, I sit there, feeling the weight of her words pressing down on me like a physical force. It's not news to me that I'm overweight, but hearing it from a medical professional, seeing the worry etched on her face, makes it all too real. As the doctor continues to outline the risks of my extreme weight, listing off a litany of potential health problems—heart disease, worsening diabetes, ** issues—I feel a slight wave of fear wash over me. Leaving the office, I carry the weight of my diagnosis like a heavy burden on my shoulders. Each step feels labored, my breath coming in ragged gasps as I huff and puff my way down the corridor. I can't shake the feeling of dread that settles in the pit of my stomach, nor can I ignore the physical strain of my body as it rebels against the simplest of movements. The weight of my own flesh feels like an anchor, dragging me down with every step. As I finally emerge into the harsh light of day, I pause for a moment, leaning heavily against the wall as I try to catch my breath. It's a futile effort, my chest heaving with the exertion of the short journey from the doctor's office to the outside world. Seeking Comfort in Familiar Pleasures As I finally drag myself back to my car, every step feels like an eternity. My muscles ache, protesting with each movement, and the weight of my body pulls me down like a lead anchor. Leaning heavily against the car door, I let out a heavy sigh, the exhaustion settling deep into my bones. With trembling hands, I fumble for my keys, struggling to find the energy to even lift them. It takes a few tries, but eventually, I manage to unlock the door and collapse into the driver's seat. The car groans in protest as I settle into it, the suspension sagging under my weight. For a moment, I simply sit there, catching my breath and trying to muster the strength to continue. The thought of driving home is daunting, but there's something else pulling at me—a craving that refuses to be ignored. With a sense of resignation, I start up the car, the engine roaring to life beneath me. It feels tighter than usual, the space constricting around me like a vise. But I push aside the discomfort, focusing instead on the promise of comfort waiting just down the road. Without hesitation, I steer the car towards the nearest McDonald's Drive-In, the golden arches beckoning like a beacon of solace in the distance. It's a familiar ritual—a reward for surviving another day in a body that feels more like a prison than a vessel. Pulling into the parking lot, I can already feel the anticipation building inside me. The smell of greasy fries and juicy burgers hangs heavy in the air, tantalizing my senses and igniting a hunger that borders on desperation. With a mixture of excitement and shame, I place my order at the drive-thru, my voice cracking with anticipation. The thought of sinking my teeth into that familiar comfort brings a surge of adrenaline, momentarily drowning out the nagging voice of reason in the back of my mind. As I wait for my food, I can hardly contain myself, my hands trembling with anticipation. And when the greasy brown bag is finally placed in my outstretched hands, I feel a rush of euphoria wash over me—a temporary reprieve from the weight of my reality. Without hesitation, I tear into the bag, devouring its contents with reckless abandon. Each bite is a symphony of flavors, a fleeting moment of bliss in a sea of chaos. And as I sit there in the parking lot, surrounded by the remnants of my indulgence, I feel a sense of satisfaction wash over me—a brief respite from the never-ending struggle of existence. Struggling Homeward: A Battle Against Gravity and Exhaustion As I drive through the McDonald's Drive-In for a second time, the allure of comfort food pulls me back in. Despite the nagging voice in my head warning against further indulgence, I can't resist the siren song of greasy fries and juicy burgers. With a mix of guilt and anticipation, I place another order, my cravings outweighing any sense of restraint. As I wait for my food, the minutes feel like an eternity. Each passing second amplifies the hunger gnawing at my insides, driving me to the brink of desperation. And when the attendant finally hands over the second batch of greasy goodness, I feel a rush of happiness hormones wash over me. With the scent of fast food filling the car, I speed towards my sanctuary, eager to find solace within the familiar confines of my own four walls. But as I pull into the driveway and the comforting glow of home beckons me closer, I'm hit with a wave of apprehension. The simple act of exiting the car feels like a Herculean task, my muscles protesting with each movement. The weight of my body presses down on me like a heavy burden, making even the smallest of actions feel monumental. But with a determined grunt, I manage to extricate myself from the driver's seat, my limbs trembling with exertion. The journey from the car to the front door is a struggle of epic proportions. Each step feels like lifting a mountain, my breath coming in ragged gasps as I fight against the relentless pull of gravity. And when I finally reach the threshold of my house, I collapse against the doorframe, my strength spent and my body screaming in protest. With trembling hands, I fumble for my keys, struggling to find the energy to unlock the door. It takes several attempts, but eventually, the lock clicks open, and I stumble inside, grateful for the sanctuary of my own home. But even here, amidst the familiar comforts of my living room, I can't escape the weight of my reality. As I sink into the plush cushions of the couch, exhaustion washes over me like a tidal wave, leaving me drained and defeated. The simple act of sitting feels like an accomplishment, my muscles trembling with the effort of supporting my weight. Comfort in Consumption: Finding Solace Amidst Exhaustion As I sit there, tired and exhausted, the remnants of my McDonald's feast spread out before me, I can't help but feel a sense of relief wash over me. Despite the physical strain of the day's events, the familiar taste of greasy fries and juicy burgers brings a moment of happiness. With each bite, I feel the weight of my worries lift ever so slightly, replaced by a warm sensation of contentment. The flavors dance on my tongue, a welcome distraction from the chaos swirling around me. As I devour the remaining fast food, I allow myself to revel in the simple pleasure of indulgence. The guilt that had plagued me earlier fades into the background, drowned out by the comforting familiarity of comfort food. Yet for now, in this small corner of my living room, surrounded by the remnants of my indulgence, I allow myself to bask in the warmth of fleeting happiness. Tomorrow may bring new struggles, new challenges to overcome, but for now, in this moment, I am content. A Heavy Heart, a Hungry Soul So, my fellow travelers, let’s raise our forks to defiance. Let’s savor every bite, knowing that our love for food is both our burden and our salvation. We may waddle through life, but our taste buds soar among the stars. And as long as there’s a recipe to try, a flavor to explore, we’ll keep defying gravity—one delicious bite at a time. Stay hungry, stay heavy, and may your culinary constellations guide you. Mia
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Olivia has some new pants/jeans to try on. With some recent weight gain, it was time to go up in size. The first pair is one size up from "current". Using that term lightly, because Olivia busts out of all her pants right now and has to mostly wear leggings. ( see Outgrown Tight Jeans and Jean Shorts ). They fit tight in the legs and the real problem comes when it's time to button up. So many buttons! She huffs and puffs and stuffs her fat into the new pants and struggles to fasten all button. There's no way that they would last under the pressure of a stuffed and bloated belly. Who ever thought putting this many buttons on plus size pants, needs to go straight to jail! These look great on Olivia's massive curves, but they are skin tight and a lot of work just to get on. Next is two sizes up from current. They are soft and stretchy so there's a lot more hope for them. She tests out the fit by checking herself out in the mirror, walking around, and seeing if she's still able to squat and twerk her ass a little. They pass! The bigger size is Olivia's new size. It does have room to grow even, so she can continue getting fatter a little longer before needing to size up AGAIN.$8.99
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As I'm gaining weight I am trying to stay as active as possible and keep my mobility and flexibility as much as possible. That being said, I hate working out or doing anything like push-ups and jumping jacks. 😂 I'd rather lay on the couch and push brownies into my mouth. Come see me struggle with some light stretching and then I do some walking and jogging in place, my big bulbous belly and wide fat ass front and center, picture being my personal trainer, you get the best view. This video has stretching, bending, bouncing, squats, belly play and slow motion bouncing and jiggling. I hope you enjoy 😘 ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Feel free to leave a review, tell me what you like, dislike, love, hate. Constructive criticism is always appreciated as I hone my craft. 🙌🏼❤️ ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐$5.99
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This mini break seemed more of a workout if anything! camping seems fun until I realised all the hiking it involved, watch me struggle to walk up hill on sand, and up the huge amount of stairs and hill to get to the campsite. I’m super breathless in all of these, and a snippet of me getting STUCK in the only chairs they had available. The fat girl struggle is real!!$4.99
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You're so sweet for inviting me over. It's been far too long since we've seen eachother. I'm a bit shy to say, but have you noticed I've put on some pounds. You invite me into your house and watch me struggle into your door. This door is normal sized! I don't know why I'm having a hard time getting in! I try to not call attention to myself. When I finally get through I sit in the red chair you offer me bending the legs to the brink of collapse of my massive ass and thick chunky body. You feed me these yummy snacks-wow these are tasty although they do have a strange flavor to them. When we're done hanging out I attempt to get through the door again but my newly plumped up self struggles even more than before!$9.99
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As Tamale approaches a year on curvage it's time to revisit one of her favourite bloats ever. She returns to a bananas and sprite bloat, this time determined to outdo herself and show her progress. Her shorts are getting tighter and tighter with each video, as you can see her struggle to get them buttoned before she starts to tackle enough sprite for a party! The chemical reaction begins immediately and she starts to expand and grown her belly becomes tight to the touch and you see her start getting uncomfortable. The only way to push through and ease some of the pressure in her growing belly is let out the burps. And fans of belching and chatting will not be disappointed. Watch as this through this 30 min video she has to ditch her shorts, her belly has become too tight, too round and too hard to carry on restrained by clothes. Her stretch marks become itchy under the strain. It's a wonder she didn't pop! Your reviews, comments and feedback are essential. Tamale always replies ❤️$5.99
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Tamale returns and this time the donuts stood no chance!! After deciding for her very first curvage video 1 year ago, the most indulgent thing Tamale could think of was to eat a whole box of Krispy Kreme's. New to the idea of getting fat it seemed like a worthy challenge. It has proved to be Tamale's Everest. Multiple failed attempts and MANY stuffings later brings her to this moment. Watch as she sits down, In the outfit that started it all a year ago, certainly a lot tighter than it was the first time she starts the task. Shoving 5 donuts in her mouth at once to start things off. She shows no signs of stopping. She's determined to achieve her fat girl dreams. As the sugar goes to her head she leans back bloated and covered in glaze. A sense of triumph in her voice as she stares down at the empty box. This 35 min stuffing is not to be missed. Thank you for all the support and reviews of a wonderful year of getting fat for you on curvage. Tamale always replies ❤️$7.99
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With medical issues interrupting my weight gain months prior, I am now feeling better and more gluttonous than ever. The desire to get fatter has increased tenfold. Finding new ways to boost my calorie intake so I can plump up bigger than my biggest is my new focus. Add to that my increasing greed and desire to do whatever it takes to gain, even if it means pushing limits. Butter, heavy cream, and donuts are all very fattening things that I love. I want to indulge in all of them at once. I unwrap a stick of butter and take bites. Heavy cream drips down my double chin as I chug it. Stuffing my face with mini chocolate donuts, too. Two sticks of butter go in a bowl to microwave til melted. I dunk my donuts in the melted churned cream and then my fat ass can't stand any longer so I get down on the floor. It's a lot harder to guzzle the liquefied salty fat than I thought. It's so rich! Nearly gagging as I drink as much as I can. It may or may not be obvious that I want to stop. But I'm determined to keep going, to push past this for the gains. It's rough. I struggle. When I can't take any more butter I reach for more heavy cream and donuts. So bloated and feeling like I might explode. I admit to being such a fucking fat pig. Look at me. On the floor in the kitchen covered in heavy cream, butter, and donut crumbs. Now I have a tummy ache. Ugh, what am I doing!? Am I finally so desperate to get fatter that I'm making myself uncomfortable and pushing my limits in order to do so!? (yes, clearly lol) I can't even get my fat ass off the floor. Huffing and puffing, shifting my weight in various ways as I struggle to stand. Look at this belly. Look at me - a slob with a butter stained shirt that refuses to go over my gut now. To be honest, this really fucked up my stomach. My gluttony and desire to get fatter is now resulting in doing stupid shit like this to myself and I'm turned on by that. What's next!?$14.99
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intro sale till 4/17 then $9.99 Olivia is relieved to be home from her dinner date. Not because she didn't enjoy it, but she's stuffed and gassy! A 20 minute car ride home holding farts in was rough. There probably wouldn't be another date had she let them loose in the car, right!? She plops down on the couch and is finally able to let them rip. All the cheese and beans at the Mexican restaurant surely did her in! Olivia rubs her distended gut as it aches and bubbles. She's getting hot and sweaty. Moaning and groaning. Farting and burping. Drinking water was a silly idea and only created more bloating and burps. This gassy fat queen finds different positions to help release the uncomfortably trapped toots. A few uncontrollable rumbles escape as she walks away to use the bathroom.$9.99
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Includes: force feeding, hand feeding, rope bondage, struggling, greedy feeding, verbal humiliation A force feeding that's a little different flavor than my others, this time around I'm ALL tied up and RAVENOUS! My feeder immediately starts teasing me for how greedy I am, making me humiliate myself by begging for my food before they will let me have a single bite! I struggle against my ropes as hard as I can, trying to get to my burger but my feeder just yanks it out of my reach and teases me even more! Finally I'm allowed to eat and I tear into my food like a beast, eating so quickly it's a miracle I don't end up **! I continue to be teased as I work my way through my three burgers and fries, having my fat jiggled in between massive bites ~$8.99
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Back at it to do one of her favorites- chug some beers! Olivia has a 12 pack of cans she has never tried and wants to sip, gulp, & chug them and chat a little. Of course a good bloat can't start without a before shot of the belly (and massive thighs). Then it's right to work cracking those cans open. Ugh, it's disgusting! This is not the flavor Olivia wants, but she soon finds that it makes her BURP SO MUCH! Loud, continuous, and often frothy. Well over 100 burps can be heard as she knocks as many as she can back. The burps are cathartic- she feels like she's letting go which she loves to do. Olivia has to take a few breaks to collect herself. She moans and groans while rubbing, jiggling and patting her tummy to sooth herself and get more burps out.$19.99
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These clothes used to fit… I swear!
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(Full face reveal in this video!!) So, it’s no secret that Miss Magpie has gained A LOT of weight. She’s so much heavier and and so much fatter than she was in college. In this videos she grabs a few items from her closet filled with outgrown clothes and boy does she struggle. You can tell she’s really grown. Her husband teases her as she squeezes and pants from the effort of just getting into an outfit. It’s clear she doesn’t move live she used to. Plus Miss Magpie finally lets her full face more than ever before! If you like voluptuous fat girls facing the consequent of their greedy appetites, than this video is for you!$3.49- 3 comments
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Miss Magpie has outgrown A LOT of clothes, if it’s not obvious haha In this video she shows you a sampling of the many many jeans she has filling up her closet. She has enough sizes at this point to fill her own store! She models five different pairs of jeans from when she was just starting to get chubby all the way up to what she’s squeezing herself into now lol Watch her struggle and run out breath from the simple acting of putting on pants. She really has become a big girl!!! She talks about her growth and reflects on the times when these pants actually fit her. If you like watching fat girls jiggling and panting while that struggle into their old pants, the. This video is for you! 🍑👖💁🏻♀️$9.99
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Miss Magpie does a role play drawing from her actual past! In this video she plays a former beauty queen who has spent the time since her last pageant blissfully snacking her days away, completely unaware of how her soft body has been piling on the lbs. She gets a call from a friend from her pageant days, telling Miss Magpie that all the former queens are reuniting and she’d better wear the dress the won in! Miss Magpie tries to convince herself that it will fit just fine, but luckily she’ has a few back ups choices just in case some seams start to split 🤭😉 This video contains a lot of weight gain denial, tight clothes try on, and photos from her pageant days compared right next to her big fat body. Enjoy over 25 minutes of a fun, fat girl narrative that contains some authenticity from Miss Magpie’s real weight gain. 👸🏻🍰💅🏻🍕👗🍪👑🥞💁🏻♀️🍔$15.99
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Miss Magpie smells cookies but has to squeeze her big butt through a narrow play structure to get them! She never lets the risk of embarrassment get in her way when treats are a possibility 😉 In this video watch Miss Magpie squeeze her fat body through a play structure not meant to accommodate her expanding width! She then takes a break to shove her face full of cookies and milk and once’s she’s stuffed, she attempt to squeeze herself through more tight spaces. Watch this tear drop shaped girl reckon with just how wide her big fat bottom is getting!$9.99
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In this role-play Miss Magpie is worried the other cheerleaders will make fun of her as she squeezes into last years workout clothes and attempts a few exercises. She even rips her old XL shorts! Oops! 😳If you like watching a girl too fat for her clothes attempt to move her big, blubbery body, then this video is for you!$6.99
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