Jump to content

Search the Community

Showing results for tags 'weightgain'.

  • Search By Tags

    Type tags separated by commas.
  • Search By Author

Content Type


Forums

  • Curvage Front Desk
    • Announcements/News
    • Suggestions
    • Help Desk
  • Curvage Members Curvy Women Pictures & Videos
    • Women of Curvage (Pictures/Videos)
  • Curvy Women Are Beautiful
    • Curvy Women Picture Compilation
    • General Videos
    • Requests
    • Celebrities
    • Plus-Size Models
  • More about Curvy Women of Curvage
    • Introduce Yourself
    • Hobbies
    • Your Personals & Dating
  • Curvy Women Arts
    • Drawings
    • Morphs
    • Stories
    • Comics
    • AI generated Curvy Women
    • General Arts
    • Other Arts-Related Discussion
  • Curvy Women General Category
    • Chit Chat
    • Serious Discussion
    • Relationships
    • Lifestyle Discussion
    • Recipes, Cooking & Food
  • Plus Sized Women Love Yourself
    • Curvy Fashion
    • Love Your Curves

Categories

  • Video Clips - Weight Gain - feeder/feedee
  • Video Clips - Stuffing/Eating
  • Video Clips - Curvy BBW
  • Video Clips - SSBBW
  • Video Clips - Curvy Modeling
  • Video Clips - Slim Curvy
  • Video Clips - Thick Curvy
  • Video Clips - General
  • Body Positivity
  • Photos - Curvy BBW
  • Photos - SSBBW
  • Photos - Weight Gain - feeder/feedee
  • Photos - Stuffing/Eating
  • Photos - Curvy Modeling
  • Photos - Slim Curvy
  • Photos - Thick Curvy
  • Photos - General Picture Sets
  • Stories
  • Curvage Podcast

Product Groups

  • ALL Banner Advertisements
  • ALL Curvage Subscriptions

Curvage Model Blogs

  • Blog
  • Curvage Model Lucylo's Blog
  • Curvage Model JellyKat's Blog
  • Reiinapop Universe~
  • Curvage Model Loveinthebelly's Blog
  • Its My Taste
  • Curvage Model DangerousCurves Blog
  • Curvage Model Taytay's Blog
  • Curvage Model Ni Ki's Blog
  • Curvage Model Dreamgainer's Blog
  • Curvage Model MissTasticakes Blog
  • Curvage Model Lana Gainer Babe's Blog
  • Curvage Model Barbiie420's Blog
  • Curvage Model Vênus de Willendorf 's Blog
  • Curvage Model Gainer_domme_esther's Blog
  • Curvage Model KawaiiOheso's Blog
  • Curvage Model Katie Ferlow's Blog
  • Curvage Model RabbitMagick's Blog
  • Curvage Model BlackMermaid's Blog
  • Curvage Model A Squishy Fox's Blog
  • Curvage Model A mishka's Blog
  • Curvage Model A Feedish's Blog
  • Curvage Model A Plentiiifull's Blog
  • Curvage Model A Kat Sinclair's Blog
  • Curvage Model A Kurvy.38i's Blog
  • Curvage Model JalisaElite's Blog
  • FAQ:
  • Curvage Model Illya's Blog
  • Curvage Model Maisie's Blog
  • Curvage Model Amberly's Blog
  • Curvage Model NaughtyStufferLover's
  • Vizurant's BLOG
  • Curvage Model chubbygirlvideos's Blog
  • Curvage Model CosplayGirl's Blog
  • Curvage Model Saphaera's Blog
  • Curvage Model Delilah Dee's Blog
  • Curvage Model JodieElizabeth's Blog
  • Curvage Model foxxyroxy18's Blog
  • Curvage Model LilyBee's Blog
  • Curvage Model DojaBrat's Blog
  • Curvage Model Cindycurv's Blog
  • Curvage Model Audrey's Blog
  • Curvage Model Red Rapunzel's Blog
  • Curvage Model Island Juicy's Blog
  • Curvage Model Statuesque_babydoll 's Blog
  • Curvage Model 808beauty's Blog
  • Curvage Model LunaRay's Blog
  • Curvage Model DaisyLovee's Blog
  • Curvage Model LittleLady's Blog
  • Curvage Model EmberRose's Blog
  • Curvage Model Janelle's Blog
  • Curvage Model Sistart's Blog
  • Curvage Model Lovelya's Blog
  • Curvage Model Chubbyx3barbie's Blog
  • Curvage Model Creole Booty's Blog
  • Curvage Model Alyonna's Blog Copy
  • Curvage Model beautyoutlaw's Blog Copy
  • Curvage Model acdc34434l's Blog Copy
  • Curvage Model JaydeSensualPlus's Blog Copy
  • Curvage Model demidev's Blog Copy
  • Curvage Model Lana Love's Blog Copy
  • Thatfatguineapig's journey to 400
  • Curvage Model Bbwvalentino's Blog
  • Curvage Model Ayumi_Chan's Blog
  • Curvage Model Lola Rodriguez's Blog
  • Curvage Model lexxyy’s Blog
  • Curvage Model PrincessBlurmy's Blog
  • Curvage Model Gainermomma18's Blog
  • Curvage Model BigBunny's Blog
  • Curvage Model czechfeedee's Blog
  • Curvage Model KateTB's Blog
  • Curvage Model Nicole Passat's Blog
  • Curvage Model College Gainer Brooke BBW's Blog
  • Curvage Model LenaVonCurves's Blog
  • Curvage Model PeachPoundCakes's Blog
  • Curvage Model Amanda Rosie's Blog
  • Curvage Model PudgyPanda's Blog
  • Curvage Model missrubyluxe's Blog
  • Curvage Model ScouseHope's Blog
  • Curvage Model Sassybbw's Blog
  • Curvage Model luna hellborn's Blog
  • Curvage Model Layla's Blog
  • Curvage Model growinggoddess's Blog
  • Curvage Model PhatRissa's Blog
  • Curvage Model WillowRose's Blog
  • Curvage Model Violet Beauregarde's Blog
  • Curvage Model Marceline's Blog
  • Curvage Model chellykoxxx 's Blog
  • Curvage Model Devdend's Blog
  • Curvage Model KittyPiggy's Blog
  • Curvage Model goodgirlgrow's Blog
  • Curvage Model fattyamar94's Blog
  • Curvage Model rose_quartz's Blog
  • Curvage Model xMercy 's Blog
  • Curvage Model tubbybun's Blog
  • Curvage Model Plussizeladyonamission's Blog
  • Curvage Model gaininggirl420's Blog
  • Curvage Model fatbelliesandmusic's Blog
  • Curvage Model blackbarbie's Blog
  • Curvage Model BBWCutiePie's Blog
  • Curvage Model xxcandisheaxx's Blog
  • Curvage Model bbwcreampuff's Blog
  • Curvage Model AshaKayx3 's Blog
  • Curvage Model Gothbelly's Blog
  • Curvage Model YoungFeedee's Blog
  • Curvage Model thicccollegegirl's Blog
  • Curvage Model Sydneyrosalind's Blog
  • Curvage Model Ab10705's Blog
  • Curvage Model chubbycutie92's Blog
  • Curvage Model growingtummy's Blog
  • Curvage Model Deesweightgain 's Blog
  • Curvage Model BambiStarr's Blog
  • Curvage Model Ero-hime's Blog
  • Curvage Model Extremeprincess's Blog
  • Curvage Model Mamahorker's Blog
  • Curvage Model Sarahxx's Blog
  • Curvage Model Curvybaby's Blog
  • Curvage Model Mallow's Blog
  • Curvage Model SweetPeach's Blog
  • Curvage Model MissHoneydewDoes's Blog
  • Curvage Model BBW Casey's Blog
  • Curvage Model anniebabyy 's Blog
  • Curvage Model Cocobellz 's Blog
  • Curvage Model ChubbyCupcake's Blog
  • Curvage Model NagitoKowaru's Blog
  • Curvage Model BigBellyJudy's Blog
  • Curvage Model Cheeseburgerlover's Blog
  • Curvage Model Chubbymoan's Blog
  • Curvage Model Floralfeedee's Blog
  • Curvage Model pulp3's Blog
  • Curvage Model Lilly's Blog
  • Curvage Model Jaylaones's Blog
  • Curvage Model fatmisspiggie's Blog
  • Curvage Model StonedSummer‘s Blog
  • Curvage Model Kaybearcutie95's Blog
  • Curvage Model Eryn’s Blog
  • Curvage Model BbwVixen's Blog
  • Curvage Model CuteMeow's Blog
  • Curvage Model Golden_Curlz_Feedee's Blog
  • Curvage Model lilmlrs's Blog
  • Curvage Model FattyFreya's Blog
  • Curvage Model Eternellya's Blog
  • Curvage Model MissyRae's Blog
  • Curvage Model Penny Lee's Blog
  • Curvage Model lovelylala's Blog
  • Curvage Model La Marquezina's Blog
  • Curvage Model PrincessMia's Blog
  • Curvage Model HaydenBlue 's Blog
  • Curvage Model AslynFaye's Blog
  • Curvage Model lunapeachyy's Blog
  • Curvage Model Stuffingkit's Blog Copy
  • Curvage Model Bella Abbondanza's Blog
  • Curvage Model Mercedes Moraila Maye's Blog
  • Curvage Model G_G's Blog
  • Curvage Model chubbychinesesnowwhite's Blog
  • Curvage Model Cassandra Craves's Blog
  • Curvage Model BBW_Summer’s Blog
  • Curvage Model Taymoney1012's Blog
  • Curvage Model ScarlettHarlot's Blog
  • Curvage Model SophieSQ's Blog
  • Curvage Model PiggieNotsoSmalls's Blog
  • Curvage Model SliceofPeach's Blog
  • Curvage Model AnnaNicoleFox's Blog
  • Curvage Model French Feedee Noémie 's Blog
  • Curvage Model TattooedLacey's Blog
  • Curvage Model Jessa Bella's Blog
  • Curvage Model TemptressAurora's Blog
  • Curvage Model OtherMonroe's Blog
  • Curvage Model Skinnygirlgoinglarge's Blog
  • Curvage Model fatbottomedgirl94's Blog
  • Curvage Model Asian_Goddess's Blog
  • Curvage Model Krissy's Blog
  • Curvage Model ChubbyNiya's Blog
  • Curvage Model Bettyboop336az's Blog
  • Curvage Model MarijuanaMILF's Blog
  • Curvage Model CouchQueen's Blog
  • Curvage Model BayAreaFluph's Blog
  • Curvage Model MxtressLuna's Blog
  • Curvage Model CelesteLuna's Blog Copy
  • Curvage Model hebenus's Blog
  • Curvage Model bellasbelly62's Blog
  • Curvage Model sexykitty420's Blog
  • Curvage Model CurvyCannabisCat's Blog
  • Curvage Model chubbybaby's Blog
  • Curvage Model Yasmine87's Blog
  • Curvage Model ChubbySouthernChick's Blog
  • Curvage Model BigBellyMama’s Blog
  • Curvage Model ValleyRose's Blog
  • Curvage Model Beauregarde's Blog
  • Curvage Model empresskatana's Blog
  • Curvage Model Ariana's Blog
  • Curvage Model NikkiMaialina's Blog
  • Curvage Model Divine Feline's Blog
  • Curvage Model Jthesstallion's Blog
  • Curvage Model Ohhluelue's Blog
  • Curvage Model Little Bunny's Blog
  • Curvage Model Honey clark's Blog
  • Curvage Model TheStonedSummer's Blog
  • Curvage Model Bigtum101's Blog
  • Curvage Model Big Belly Bianca 's Blog
  • Curvage Model Milah Romanov's Blog
  • Curvage Model Wendy's Blog
  • Curvage Model Alizabeth Edwards's Blog
  • Curvage Model JacketAngelic's Blog
  • Curvage Model BBWBREEZY's Blog
  • Curvage Model Roxxywood's Blog
  • Curvage Model BustyBetty210's Blog
  • Curvage Model Chubbycat666's Blog
  • Curvage Model FanniFries's Blog
  • Curvage Model Missus_Dabsta's Blog
  • Curvage Model Ladylilou's Blog
  • Watch Rose Grow
  • Curvage Model Calicupcake's Blog
  • Curvage Model zzznani’s Blog
  • Curvage Model MadisynMarlee's Blog
  • Curvage Model GoddessOfCalamity's Blog
  • Curvage Model Belly Goddess's Blog
  • Curvage Model Unicorn4U's Blog
  • Curvage Model Thickmama's Blog
  • Curvage Model QnzSzn 's Blog
  • Curvage Model Sofia's Blog
  • Curvage Model FluffyMaddies Blog
  • Curvage Model GluttonyGal's Blog
  • Curvage Model Babykitten93 's Blog
  • Curvage Model Juliax's Blog
  • Curvage Model curvyandworthy23's Blog
  • Curvage Model SummerMarshmallow's Blog
  • Curvage Model GrowingGlutton's Blog
  • Curvage Model bellaxxbb's Blog
  • Curvage Model pitcstop2 's Blog
  • Curvage Model Bekarose91's Blog
  • Curvage Model Waifu's Blog
  • Curvage Model Cinnabunzz69's Blog
  • Curvage Model Victoria Foxx's Blog
  • Curvage Model Nova-irl's Blog
  • Curvage Model Bobbie.bbw's Blog
  • Curvage Model Goddess April Joy's Blog
  • Curvage Model Bbwbabe27's Blog
  • Curvage Model MissSugarPlumpFairy's Blog
  • Curvage Model peachypochi's Blog
  • Curvage Model PrincessJules's Blog
  • Curvage Model Cherrry's Blog
  • Curvage Model alexandy99's Blog
  • Curvage Model cherrymontana's Blog
  • Curvage Model HungryBrooke's Blog
  • Curvage Model quackattack's Blog
  • Curvage Model SlimThickMia's Blog
  • Curvage Model FittyFatJess's Blog
  • Curvage Model HungrylilKitty's Blog
  • Curvage Model Essie.James's Blog
  • Curvage Model IsabellHar's Blog
  • Curvage Model CookiesncCreamQueen's Blog
  • Curvage Model Candii_Kayn's Blog
  • Curvage Model MintCAT27's Blog
  • Curvage Model ReenayeStarr's Blog
  • Curvage Model IamKimbely's Blog
  • Curvage Model RainbowPiglet's Blog
  • Curvage Model Fat_princes's Blog
  • Curvage Model loveadipose's Blog
  • Curvage Model Nicolebaahxo's Blog
  • Curvage Model McThicc24's Blog
  • Curvage Model Princess Bogar's Blog
  • Curvage Model Friesandashake's Blog
  • Curvage Model Masked Belly Babe's Blog
  • Curvage Model mammacurv's Blog
  • Curvage Model FlabbyAbby's Blog
  • Curvage Model Vals Sweet's Blog
  • Curvage Model AnnaOli's Blog
  • Curvage Model AutumnEclipsa's Blog
  • Curvage Model WildCarolina's Blog
  • Curvage Model Anna Tachibana's Blog
  • Curvage Model SinfulNightmares's Blog
  • Curvage Model lovesbreadsticks's Blog
  • Curvage Model 90sBelly's Blog
  • Curvage Model StraberryCutie's Blog
  • Curvage Model BOMB BABE's Blog
  • Curvage Model Brattybabe963's Blog
  • Curvage Model Miss Poppins's Blog
  • Curvage Model bunniebbw's Blog
  • Curvage Model Honeyxbunn's Blog
  • Curvage Model ghostingplus's Blog
  • Curvage Model ValerieXXX's Blog
  • Curvage Model Lola Banks's Blog
  • Curvage Model Alyssa mae's Blog
  • Curvage Model curvybby's Blog
  • Curvage Model valleryvixen's Blog
  • Curvage Model FatGirlYennifer's Blog
  • Curvage Model GoddessRenee's Blog
  • Curvage Model Baby_pup's Blog
  • Curvage Model Mochii Babii's Blog
  • Curvage Model AdrianLalonde's Blog
  • Curvage Model Stuffedqueen7's Blog
  • Curvage Model Thickwhitebitch's Blog
  • Curvage Model Udderlyadorable's Blog
  • Curvage Model damnedbxbe's Blog
  • Curvage Model Kellys's Blog
  • Curvage Model Vampi-gaby's Blog
  • Curvage Model Vienrose's Blog
  • Curvage Model hunniebee's Blog
  • Curvage Model PrincessGlitz's Blog
  • Curvage Model demxnslutt's Blog
  • Curvage Model GainerJack's Blog
  • Curvage Model Bunny Velvet's Blog
  • Curvage Model Delicious Delilah's Blog
  • Curvage Model babyph4t's Blog
  • Curvage Model BridgetteBelcher's Blog
  • Curvage Model kaybie's Blog
  • Curvage Model Kitty_N's Blog
  • Curvage Model Alexa, Butterball Babe's Blog
  • Curvage Model katie_2fat2furious's Blog
  • Curvage Model azorabbw's Blog
  • Curvage Model gatsbysgal's Blog
  • Curvage Model BbwCleo's Blog
  • Curvage Model CheyBaby's Blog
  • Curvage Model PurpleCactus3's Blog
  • Curvage Model spirit_fire's Blog
  • Curvage Model bbw_kayee's Blog
  • Curvage Model Chrissy_pie's Blog
  • Curvage Model LilyLovelace's Blog
  • Curvage Model Bbwmochyn's Blog
  • Curvage Model NogutNoglory's Blog
  • Curvage Model Natusik's Blog
  • Curvage Model ell927's Blog
  • Curvage Model ElizaBellyLovely's Blog
  • Curvage Model Palahniuked's Blog
  • Curvage Model BBWLaceyxx's Blog
  • Curvage Model Lilchunk's Blog
  • Curvage Model Curly_Girly's Blog
  • Curvage Model Lilith Corvina's Blog
  • Curvage Model Becclescake's Blog Copy
  • Curvage Model Lexi Foxxx's Blog
  • Curvage Model Teacup's Blog
  • Curvage Model Becclescake's Blog Copy Copy
  • Curvage Model Bbwana20's Blog
  • Curvage Model Coffeecakemuffin's Blog
  • Curvage Model SassyPregnantQueen's Blog
  • Diary by Cytorah
  • Curvage Model Brookeashleybabe's Blog
  • Curvage Model Zelda Jade's Blog
  • Curvage Model bbwcamilla's Blog
  • Curvage Model Joi BBW's Blog
  • Curvage Model CatBBW's Blog
  • Curvage Model Miss September's Blog
  • Curvage Model KinkyDollUK's Blog
  • Curvage Model ChubbyyUnicorn24's Blog
  • Curvage Model ChonkandBean's Blog
  • Curvage Model Skililly69's Blog
  • Curvage Model Nurse Jacque's Blog
  • Curvage Model GigiDoe's Blog
  • Curvage Model HoneyCat's Blog
  • Curvage Model Tinchii's Blog
  • Curvage Model LittleMissChubby's Blog
  • Curvage Model Thick_EbonyQueen's Blog
  • Curvage Model DianaLuz's Blog
  • Inside My Mind
  • Curvage Model LeeleeGoddesseats's Blog
  • Curvage Model SSBBWLadyBrads's Blog
  • Curvage Model chubby girl latina's Blog
  • Curvage Model BigHotTexan's Blog
  • Curvage Model TheFatBlueberry's Blog
  • Curvage Model CosplayGirl's Blog Copy
  • Curvage Model JodieElizabeth's Blog Copy
  • Curvage Model CosplayGirl's Blog Copy
  • From vegan fit girl to fat girl and no way back.
  • Curvage Model JodieElizabeth's Blog Copy Copy
  • Curvage Model Yulieth chubby latina's Blog
  • Curvage Model chanelthicc 's Blog
  • Curvage Model fatorleana's Blog
  • Curvage Model chanelthicc's Blog
  • Curvage Model StacyLatina's Blog
  • Curvage Model SsbbwGoldenPounds's Blog
  • Curvage Model jadenymphaea's Blog
  • Curvage Model Ligaya's Blog
  • Curvage Model Nina1408's Blog
  • Curvage Model princessfat's Blog
  • Curvage Model ChubbyValerie 's Blog
  • Curvage Model luciasaymir's Blog
  • Curvage Model D!SCOD!VA's Blog
  • Curvage Model Graterola's Blog
  • Curvage Model ChibiMoon's Blog
  • Curvage Model kellijellibelli's Blog
  • Curvage Model Kjara0401's Blog
  • Curvage Model Lovely Lady 's Blog
  • Curvage Model beckylesabre's Blog
  • Curvage Model Nikol chubby Latina's Blog
  • Curvage Model The Grotto's Blog
  • Curvage Model bbwbarbee's Blog
  • Curvage Model Piggycow's Blog
  • Curvage Model Michel chubby Latina's Blog
  • Curvage Model SweetCoCo's Blog
  • Curvage Model nix_hecate's Blog
  • Curvage Model Sailor Juicy's Blog
  • Curvage Model Adora_Belly's Blog
  • Curvage Model Gigita's Blog
  • Curvage Model Nikki Steward's Blog
  • Curvage Model angelestebanmerino21's Blog
  • Curvage Model laluna's Blog
  • Curvage Model goretrash's Blog
  • Curvage Model thicc_barbie's Blog
  • Curvage Model Melonie Kares's Blog
  • Curvage Model MonicaMooMoo's Blog
  • Curvage Model Fatbaby's Blog
  • Curvage Model KawaiixxChubby's Blog
  • Curvage Model VonRue 's Blog
  • Curvage Model MadisonMacabre's Blog
  • Curvage Model Mia Latina's Blog
  • Curvage Model Ana BBW's Blog
  • Curvage Model ❤ Colombian chubby girl ❤ 's Blog
  • Curvage Model Alikatcokababy's Blog
  • Curvage Model's Dominicana517 Blog
  • Curvage Model Rory09's Blog
  • Curvage Model PeachyQueen's Blog
  • Curvage Model YummyPumpkin's Blog
  • Curvage Model HoneyMuffins's Blog
  • Curvage Model TheMistress's Blog
  • Curvage Model CuteBelly's Blog
  • Curvage Model JuneBeaver's Blog
  • Curvage Model Nicoly's Blog
  • Curvage Model Venuslatina's Blog
  • Curvage Model Chanel latina's Blog
  • Curvage Model Curvy queen's Blog
  • Curvage Model SyrenCurves's Blog
  • Curvage Model BBWJane's Blog
  • Curvage Model Mollyisatease's Blog
  • Curvage Model ChubbyBunnyForever's Blog
  • Curvage Model Big Beauty's Blog
  • Curvage Model Camsext's Blog
  • Curvage Model cookie_bbw's Blog
  • Curvage Model kittykrimson's Blog
  • Curvage Model Rae Flynn's Blog
  • Curvage Model ChocoBunny's Blog
  • Curvage Model Feedee_peggy's Blog
  • Curvage Model RosieMarieFeedee's Blog
  • Curvage Model Chubby Canary's Blog
  • Curvage Model Brianna's Blog
  • Curvage Model LelaTori's Blog
  • Curvage Model Bizzie Bee's Blog
  • Curvage Model BBW Lexaa's Blog
  • Curvage Model SpikeZ's Blog
  • Curvage Model karmengray's Blog
  • Curvage Model AuroraCurve's Blog
  • Curvage Model Alenaru's Blog
  • Curvage Model Kate Dee's Blog
  • Curvage Model ThicknessDiaries's Blog
  • Curvage Model YourGirl_Lydia's Blog
  • Curvage Model CurvyyViolett's
  • Curvage Model DarthBaby's Blog
  • Curvage Model thefattyf's Blog
  • Curvage Model NaomiThicks's Blog
  • Curvage Model plumpnpump's Blog
  • 💕 Juicyangel's Blog💕
  • Curvage Model Faesworld's Blog
  • Curvage Model Plus_bubblegum's Blog
  • Curvage Model Acadiaaboston's Blog
  • Curvage Model lilti's Blog
  • Curvage Model Biggblondie2.x0 's Blog
  • Curvage Model Creamy Baby Blog
  • Curvage Model Tiffany Valentine's Blog
  • Curvage Model PillowPie's Blog
  • Curvage Model Nessaja09's Blog
  • Curvage Model AstridCMorales's Blog
  • Curvage Model sweet-babe's Blog Copy
  • Curvage Model CandyCandelaria's Blog
  • Curvage Model Lizzie_sns 's Blog
  • Curvage Model SamHayne's Blog
  • Curvage Model Amberly's Blog
  • Curvage Model fettystark's Blog
  • Curvage Model chubbyfeederleda's Blog
  • Curvage Model Curvy Taylor's Blog
  • Curvage Model Two-Girls-Plump's Blog
  • Curvage Model Cherryy's Blog
  • Curvage Model rachhole's Blog
  • Curvage Model FatSaturdays's Blog
  • Curvage Model DangerBitch's Blog
  • Curvage Model haleymae's Blog
  • Curvage Model nikathefatty's Blog
  • Curvage Model heavenlyhog's Blog
  • Curvage Model Nesrin's Blog
  • Curvage Model Nova_babe_xx's Blog
  • Curvage Model Pattypoundcakes66 's Blog
  • Curvage Model Chubbyboo's Blog
  • Curvage Model xxdominiquel's Blog
  • Curvage Model PietyFatty's Blog
  • Curvage Model Melany's Blog
  • Curvage Model carolinas's Blog
  • Curvage Model Luscious_BBW's
  • Curvage Model Hkgal's Blog
  • Curvage Model AGirlWhoLikesToEat's Blog
  • Curvage Model Vanity_'s Blog
  • Curvage Model Bristol's Blog
  • Curvage Model QueenIvyBBW's Blog
  • Curvage Model luciouslucxo's Blog
  • Curvage Model SuperSizedSweetie's Blog
  • Curvage Model TumbyCat's Blog
  • Curvage Model Curvydreamx 's Blog
  • Curvage Model MistressBianca's Blog
  • Curvage Model CurvyEmily's Blog
  • Curvage Model HarlowBBW's Blog
  • Curvage Model Lmel2102's Blog
  • Curvage Model BBW Hailey's Blog
  • Curvage Model Lexistiane's Blog
  • Curvage Model fattyfunhouse's Blog
  • Curvage Model Softening Ellie's Blog
  • Curvage Model MissTina's Blog
  • Curvage Model samy_latina's Blog
  • Curvage Model rosse21's Blog
  • Curvage Model Skarleth's Blog
  • Blog
  • Curvage Model CosplayGirl's Blog
  • Curvage Model Scandinavian_Curves's Blog
  • Curvage Model slutkunt's Blog
  • Curvage Model yarlegirl's Blog
  • Curvage Model Littlepretty's Blog
  • Curvage Model Abbye Queen's Blog
  • Curvage Model Queen Iria's Blog
  • Curvage Model PrettyStuffedPiggy's Blog
  • Curvage Model Terraa's Blog
  • Curvage Model Jesseyeah's Blog
  • Curvage Model Rockyroo's Blog
  • Curvage Model Devin Steele's Blog
  • Curvage Model MonicaLatina's Blog
  • Jokesjj blog
  • Curvage Model piglet doll's Blog
  • Curvage Model MimiAwoos's Blog
  • Curvage Model chubbybunnywriter's Blog
  • Curvage Model vanessa_reid's Blog
  • Curvage Model Tifanny Sam's 's Blog
  • Curvage Model honeydip666's Blog
  • Curvage Model Waverly's Blog
  • Curvage Model DairyQueen's Blog
  • Curvage Model KatyaRomanov's Blog
  • thiccvandyke ✿ call me millie
  • Curvage Model Fat Ass Ruby's Blog
  • Curvage Model MorganDeReine's Blog
  • Curvage Model Lindsee Foxxx's Blog
  • Curvage Model Mskristinaxo's Blog
  • Curvage Model robynthiccer's Blog
  • Curvage Model QueenSquishBish's Blog
  • Curvage Model Blue_whale's Blog
  • Blog Copy
  • Curvage Model GainingGothGF's Blog
  • Curvage Model StuffedSofie's
  • Curvage Model Bluebubblygirl's Blog
  • Curvage Model SweetDee's Blog
  • Curvage Model rose445esor's Blog
  • Curvage Model Peachy's Blog
  • Curvage Model RrainbowHoney's Blog
  • Curvage Model BuxomJaz's Blog
  • Curvage Model Sweet Becca's Blog
  • Curvage Model babychubs21's Blog
  • Curvage Model Littlesquishbaby 's Blog
  • Curvage Model CeliaBBW's Blog
  • Call Them Fatties Blog

Find results in...

Find results that contain...


Date Created

  • Start

    End


Last Updated

  • Start

    End


Filter by number of...

Joined

  • Start

    End


Group


Is online?


Has photo?


Content Count

Between and

Age

Between and

Last Post

Between and

Last Visit

Between and

Location

miles from

Gender


Interests


Weight in LBS

 
or  

Height

  1. Singer from a band called "Good Girls" Before And then quarantine happened
  2. My girlfriend want to gain 150kg.She is already soft and chubby, and we’ll see how it goes.I wonder how much she can gain in a month.From your experience how much kg can you gain in month?
  3. “Samantha, I’m afraid we have a rather…weighty issue to discuss.” The raven-haired girl cast her eyes downward. All she could see was cleavage and the tips of her knees as she sat on the edge of the examination table. “Yes, Dr. Stevens?” “I’ve known you for quite some time, haven’t I?” Samantha kicked her legs nervously. “Yes.” “And you’ve always been an active girl.” The doctor consulted his clipboard. “Soccer, dance, theater. Are you participating in any extra-curricular activities this year?” The girl shrugged. “Not really.” “Why not?” “They just got to be too much work.” “You weren’t enjoying them? I understand you were quite good. Especially at soccer. Your Mom tells me you were scholarship material.” Samantha shrugged again. Dr. Stevens sat beside the dejected looking teenager. “Look, I understand burnout. I played High School baseball until my senior year. I wasn’t a star athlete like you were, but I was pretty good.” Samantha’s eyes finally met the doctor’s. “Why did you quit?” “I met a girl. I enjoyed spending time with her more than playing ball.” Samantha smiled. “That’s sweet.” “How about you?” Dr. Stevens nudged his arm against Samantha’s. “Did you meet a special someone?” Samantha blushed and looked away again. “Yes.” “What’s his name?” “Michael.” Dr. Stevens arched his brow. “Wow, same as mine. He must be a great guy.” “He is,” Samantha said, nodding. “Well, I’m glad to hear it,” Dr. Stevens said, patting Samantha on the knee. “That certainly explains things. Puppy love can be all-consuming.” The doctor placed a hand on his midsection. “It can also be fattening. I packed-on ten pounds before graduation and I’m still trying to lose them.” Samantha rolled her eyes. “OK, Doc, I get it. I’ve put on a few pounds.” “How many have you gained?” Samantha watched her legs as they kicked. “I don’t know…twenty?” Dr. Stevens stared blankly at Samantha for a moment then gestured towards a large black beam scale lining the wall. “Tell you what--let’s find out for sure.” Grudgingly, Samantha huffed to the scale and stepped on. Dr. Stevens checked his clipboard and nudged the larger bottom weight to “100.” He then slowly slid the smaller weight across the top--10…20…30…40…50—without even the slightest tilt. The doctor pushed the small weight back to zero and tapped the large weight to 150. Again, he slowly slid the top weight along the length of the beam. 10…20…30…40… “There’s something wrong with this thing!” Samantha protested. “Should I take off my shoes?” Dr. Stevens said nothing. He simply repeated the ritual of returning the small weight to the left and pushing the bottom weight further right. Samantha winced as it clicked into the ‘200’ slot. Mercifully, the beam achieved equilibrium as Dr. Stevens again slid the smaller weight across the top. “217 pounds,” he announced as he scribbled on his clipboard. “Step off and lift your blouse please.” Still shocked by the number on the scale, it took a moment for the doctor’s request to register with Samantha. “What? Why?” Dr. Stevens pulled some calipers from his lab coat and clicked them together demonstratively. “I want to measure your body fat.” Samantha lifted the hem of her untucked button-down blouse, exposing the pale flesh around her waist. Instinctively, she sucked in, but her paunch barely retracted enough to reveal her belt. Dr. Stevens positioned his calipers like a divining rod a few inches from Samantha’s quivering stomach. “Try to relax please." Exhaling, Samantha’s belly oozed over her waistband like rising dough. The doctor’s warm hand pinched at her flab, but she recoiled before he could measure. “I’m sorry,” Samantha said with a giggle. Dr. Stevens forced a smile. “Let’s try again.” Samantha lifted her shirt once more, but as the doctor plied the pudge encircling her waist she pulled away again, giggling like the Pillsbury dough boy and covering her belly with her hands. “We’ll have to do this another way,” Dr. Stevens said in an exasperated tone. “Please turn around and remove your blouse.” Samantha felt a surge of shame as she turned away from the doctor and dutifully began to undress. As she wrested for enough slack to undo the buttons, she could feel the eyes of Dr. Stevens boring into her. Her face flushed. She was used to the eyes of men upon her, but the doctor’s scrutinizing gaze was more disgustful than lustful. At long last, her blouse fell from her well-rounded shoulders and she tossed it towards the examination table. It landed on the edge and slowly slid to the floor. Glancing sideways into the mirror, Samantha watched Dr. Stevens manipulate the folds of fat bunched above her black bra. Is that really my back? Samantha thought. It looked like a Shar-Pei puppy. “35.4,” Dr. Stevens said in a clinical tone. “What does that mean?” “It means more than 35% of your weight is fat.” Samantha grimaced. “Is that bad?” “It wouldn’t be too bad if you were over 60,” Dr. Stevens said, again consulting his clipboard. “But at your age, and with a BMI over 37, you’re basically a cheeseburger short of morbid obesity.” Samantha’s face flushed further. A drip of perspiration trickled down her side before getting sucked into the fleshy crease above her love handles. This time last year, she was scoring Hat Tricks for the varsity soccer team, but now she was a fast-food meal from morbid obesity. That last thought made her pussy as wet as her throat was dry. “Please don’t tell my mother,” she eventually choked-out. “I have to. You’re still a minor.” Dr. Stevens looked up from his chart. Samantha looked pitiful. Head down. Shoulders slumped. He gave her a sympathetic smile. “What do you think she’ll say?” “It doesn’t matter,” Samantha shrugged. “She already thinks I’m a failure. She says I’m throwing away my future and my figure for some stupid boy.” “Well, she’s not wrong.” Samantha locked eyes with Dr. Stevens. “What do you mean?” “What do I mean? Samantha, you had the world by the short hairs. I know girls that would have KILLED to be as pretty and fit as you…and you threw it all away for a boy who’ll probably dump you the moment you’ve grown too fat for him.” Samantha looked like she’d been slapped. “Michael’s not like that!” “Are you quite certain? What about when he starts getting shit from his buddies? ‘Damn, Michael, what happened to that babe you used to date?’ ‘Poor Michael…started off with a 10 and ended up with a 3.’” “I don’t have to listen to this!” Samantha bent to retrieve her fallen blouse, but the fresh gravity from her belly and boobs sent her toppling against the examination table. She clutched its edge to steady herself before standing, red-faced and disheveled. Before she could mount a second attempt at grasping the garment, Dr. Stevens grabbed her arm. “I never said you could get dressed.” Samantha’s eyes narrowed. “Let go of me, Doctor.” “Not until your examination is through,” he said sternly. Samantha tried to break free, but Dr. Stevens held firm. “Not as strong as you used to be, are you?” he said, squeezing Samantha’s bicep. “When did this get so squishy?” “Stop!” Samantha tried to wriggle away again. “Or I’ll scream!” “You won’t do anything of the kind.” Dr. Stevens took hold of Samantha’s other arm and spun her to face him. “Tubby.” “Don’t call me that,” Samantha whispered tersely. “What are you going to do about it?” Samantha opened her mouth to scream, but the doctor tightened his grip. Samantha’s face contorted in pain and she stopped struggling. “That’s better,” Dr. Stevens said, releasing her. “Besides, if the shoe fits…” He spied how the straps on Samantha’s sandals cut deep into her swollen feet. “Or doesn’t fit in your case.” The doctor pressed his finger into Samantha’s bulbous belly. “Right, tubby?” Samantha didn’t say anything. She just stared at her frumpled blouse lying on the floor at her feet. Dr. Steven’s studied Samantha, occasionally touching various spots along her swollen body and jotting in his notes. “Damn, you’re becoming a porker.” He tilted Samantha’s chin until her chestnut eyes met his. “You’re still fairly pretty though.” A number of red blotches had erupted across Samantha’s once flawless face. They spoiled the smooth contours of her cheeks and forehead, and appeared especially angry against her pasty indoor complexion. “I can write a prescription that’ll help with these,” he said, turning her head from side-to-side. “But these…” Dr. Stevens grasped the muffining flesh at Samantha’s sides. “I’m afraid there’s no prescription for.” Samantha pushed out her bottom lip. “What do you recommend then, Doctor?” “In my professional opinion? They’re permanent.” “Mmmmm.” Samantha wrapped her meaty arms around the doctor’s waist and pulled him into her. Her breasts flattened against his chest causing cleavage to rise to the base of her neck. “Fuck me.” “What?” Samantha tugged him towards the examination table. “Fuck me, Michael. Right here, right now.” “Don’t you want to grab a burger first?” “Later,” Samantha said, dancing the lab coat from Michael’s shoulders. “Then you can fuck me again once I’m morbidly obese.” Michael grimaced as he hoisted Samantha onto the table. “Know a Doctor who can treat a hernia?” “Fucker,” Samantha said, pulling him on top of her. “Where’d you get the calipers?” “$6.95 on Amazon,” Michael said between kisses. “Nice touch?” “Oh, yeah.” Samantha lifted Michael’s undershirt above his head and pressed her body against his. Her soft cool flesh felt like it was melting against his hard hot body. But as Michael fumbled with her bra, she pulled away-- “You were just joking, right?” Michael cocked his head. “About what?” “About dumping me once I got too fat.” Michael smiled. “Just role-playing.” He massaged Samantha’s swollen tummy. “Besides, you’re way too skinny for me.” “Mmmmm.” Samantha nibbled Michael’s ear. “And what do you prescribe for that, Doctor?” Michael closed his eyes as Samantha’s hot breath tickled his neck. “Eat two cheeseburgers and call me in the morning.” “That sounds good, but before I do…” Samantha stroked the growing mound of manhood in Michael’s trousers. “I need to learn more about your bedside manner.” THE END PS: Hope you enjoyed! If you liked this, you might enjoy my other tales: https://www.deviantart.com/maverickthewriter
  4. While I'm waiting to be verified, 💜here's some cute shots from a really cute stuffing video I'm dying to post already!!!🍥 ehehe my tummy is so little! It's sooo hard to stuff! 🧁 I'll just have to start stuffing myself everyday to get nice and plump and be able to eat even more yummiez🍧 ehehe 🌈I've gained 60lbs so far, how do you think I'm doing? 🐰Bunny🐰
  5. Hii 🌈 Im Bunny, I'm 21 and a brand new feedee baby!🥞 I'm still waiting to verified as a model on here but I don't want to wait for you to see me!🍌 🥵 I started at only 110lbs and now I'm 170lbs! Come Feed me and help me grow eheheh
  6. Hiyaa!🌈 I'm Bunny and I'm a brand new feedee baby!🌸 I was 110lbs my entire life and then accidentally starting gaining weight a little bit after I turned 20... and now I'm 170lbs and don't plan on stopping soon. 🥞 I'm new to this site and still trying to figure out how it works so pwease be extraaaa nice to me! ehehe 🍌🌸
  7. 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.
  8. I began posting those chapters on writing.com, however that site provides little opportunity for feedback and I most definitely could use some constructive criticism. I could use information what can be improved or if I should even continue to write that drivel. 😁. Please bear in mind that it is my first attempt on writing and English is not my native tongue. Idea of initial setting - ThatOneGuy101 from writing.com. First chapter is heavily inspired by his work. https://www.writing.com/main/interactive-story/item_id/1906246-Mass-Effect-Female-Weight-Gain-Redux/map/1232 Chapter 1: The Observer Nothing added up. Liara had been tracking down records and traces about The Observer, an agent of the Shadow Broker, for months. Hacking terminals, tracing logs, even narrowing the list to 5 species, thanks to the information Nyxeris gave her. Since establishing herself as information broker on Ilium, she was spied on by various individuals. Yet none of them was potentially as dangerous as dangerous as The Observer. He or She was direct subordinate of most powerful information broker in the galaxy, broker she was currently trying to track down and get revenge on. Which given him ample reason to eliminate her. Liara had located dozens of potential suspects, subjecting them to various means of investigations, interrogations and bribery but none of them had been The Observer or had information about him. She hated to admit it, but she was getting nowhere, and she desperately needed to rest. “Liara? Are you alright?” Her assistant, Nyxeris asked with worry in her voice. “Yes, I’m fine,” Liara stated, although it was far from truth. "I doubt it ma'am" retorted older asari with shake of her head. "Do you have problems with your hearing Nyxeris? I said I’m fine" snapped Liara, but then closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths. “I'm sorry I have been awake for over 40 hours, but I’m not any closer to finding The Observer, than I was before. I’m going to get some sleep I can, call me if you find anything” “Of course ma'am” Nyxeris bower her head. “Thank you, Nyxeris have a good afternoon,” Liara said as she exited her office and began driving to her apartment. She walked in and despite her state quickly checked her security devices. When she made sure everything was in order she took a quick shower and immediately went to bed. Sleep took her immediately, but didn't free her from The Observer. He tormented her in dreams where he captured and torturing her, subjecting her to all sorts of horrors. Liara awoke in a cold sweat. Goddess... that was awfully. Fortunately the experience of being put thought meatgrinder wasn’t real. She sat on the bed and looked at the clock - 6:30, world outside was still dark, save for multiple lights from windows and cars. She did nor even manage a full night’s sleep, because of her fear, but she was sure she would not be able to fall asleep again. She took a cold shower and put a fresh dress and slowly began performing her morning routine. Liara was about to head out, but her doorbell rang before she could. Liara was more than cautious while on Illium, she was borderline paranoid. Anybody could have just rung her doorbell, starting with ordinary thieves, ending with Reapers puppets and Shadow Broker operatives. She readied a biotics and a pistol, before checking the camera outside. She was surprised to see...
  9. Guest

    Need help guessing her weight

    I've been friends with this girl a while (for her discretion I won't post her name/social media.) I was just curious what you'd put her weight at? She is tall, somewhere around 5'10/5'11. As you can see, visibly taller than her friend. She has always been built big but it seems like she has really packed on some pounds in lockdown. If you saw her in person, with those arms, hips, that belly straining against her jeans, you'd see what I mean when I say she is a giant girl (just 21 too.) I have some theories about her weight but I don't know many curvy women, let alone their weight... would like to get other opinions just out of curiosity. Also, it's a pretty great photo. Thank you!!
  10. I have had this fetish for years and finally shared my kink with my wife and she was open to it and has been trying to gain wanted to share her process so far
  11. This is a forum where you'll can interact with our latinas models an follow their progress closely💘 We introduce you Lana, she's an artistic and interesting girl, who also loves to eat!🔥 Her goal is to be a real curvy model in the future and want to gain a lot of weight in this process 🥰 Show her some love to motivate her!😍
  12. What do you think of this transformation?
  13. My ankles are swollen. My knees and back are both saying “wwwtttfffff are you doing to us???”…. I know I say this quite often - but this time I’d be willing to bet something really big (other than my gut) on the fact that I am the HEAVIEST I have ever been in my life. I keep promising myself I’m going to start exercising….eating right…drinking more water ….and every day the “plan” is to start TOMORROW!!! 🤣😂 I was trying to motivate myself earlier to get started so I pulled up my security cameras around the house hoping to get a better idea of what I truly look like while doing things like getting out of my car, yard work (the very minimal amount that I actually do), walking outside, etc… I am astonished to put it lightly! I am sooooo much bigger than what I envision myself to look like every day!!! (Is that normal?!). My gut is GIGANTIC and hangs sooooo low. I started question when and how I’ve gotten THIS OBESE..🐷🐷 and there it was - the next clip showing the doordash guy delivering me a whole box of donuts, 🍩🍩🍩🍩2 cinnamon rolls, a muffin loaded with butter and a breakfast sandwich 🤯🍩🍩🍩 (serving 1 person, take a look at the size of the bag!!!) so now what?!!
  14. Hey all. This is a story I posted on my paid content page awhile ago. Figured I'd post here too. If you want to see more of these kinds of stories, check out my Deviant Art page for more details. jake27 User Profile | DeviantArt Thanks. Fat Shaming Gone Awry By Jake (JMJ) and ST “I mean, I know I wouldn’t be caught dead outside in anything other than a tent, let alone a bathing suit if I was that fat”, a woman typed out on her iPhone. Vanessa Chase looked for any typos in her message and then checked the photo one more time. It was a picture of the super plus sized model, Ashlyn Elliot, lounging around in a black one piece bathing suit with the words, “Flaunt it” on the front. The four hundred pound woman exuded confidence, but Vanessa still had no problems trying to fat shame her. “And really, if you’re going to wear a one piece, why get one that shows off how big your gross gut is? Ashlyn Elliot, more like Ashlyn WHALEIOT.” Vanessa chuckled to herself and debated tagging the model on her Instagram account. She pondered it for a moment and decided to do it before hitting send. The top of the phone showed a circle constantly spinning, a result of the terrible wi-fi service at the resort. “Ugh, fucking shitty service here in Cabo! I’m not going to the front just to pay for something I should be able to do on my phone!” She stamped her foot down on the floor, almost cracking her flip-flop. Finally, after what seemed like forever (really only five minutes), the post went through. She smiled and went to the bathroom to check and see how she looked. Vanessa Chase was a stunning 26 year old blonde who still had no clue what she wanted to do in the world. She was presently thinking about becoming an EMT, but felt she had no need to really try too hard for it. With wealthy parents, she instead just kept getting by on her parents dime. The blonde-haired WOMAN pushed her shoulder length hair back and smiled. She was in great shape, big breasts sat on a trim waist, her hips flared out just a bit to show that she did have an ass though not a big one. Her legs were not toned but they did not jiggle when she walked either. She modeled her bikini once more and admired how the bottoms covered just enough of her ass but left some to the imagination. “Maybe I’ll meet a nice guy by the pool” she muttered to herself. She had just failed her recent EMT test and was “celebrating” by taking a week in Cabo. She was at the resort all by herself and while she had flirted with a few guys, nothing had come of it the first two days. She hoped that things would change today. She grabbed her bag containing sun screen, her phone, some money and her keys and left the hotel room. The pool was already packed at 9 am, meaning there were no chairs by the pool. She grumbled to herself before grabbing a towel and retreating to the third row of chairs. “Fine, I’ll just have to check out the boys from back here.” Vanessa plopped down on the beach chair and lathered up on sunscreen before wiping off her hands with the towel and grabbing her phone. She saw that she only had one bar of service and the internet kept going from LTE to 1x. “Ugh, this is pathetic.” She was about to put the phone down when she saw that even with the bad service, she had a DM from Instagram. She opened the app and, after waiting another two minutes, saw it was from “AshEls”. She opened it up to see that it was the account associated with Ashlyn Eliot. “That was very mean of you to post something like that. I’m confident in my body. Fat shaming is a very hateful and disgusting rhetoric. You should delete this.” Vanessa was stunned that her post actually elicited a response from someone with over one million followers but then her confidence rose. What if she got into a beef with this star? She could become famous! “Well, I wouldn’t have to post anything if you took better care of yourself or at the least, you covered up in public. I mean, I’m on a nice vacation for the week in Cabo and even I know when to cover up and I’m a 10. No one wants to see that. I’m sure all the likes my post is getting reinforce that position” She hit send and after a bit, the message went through. She locked her phone and called for a server so she could have a Strawberry Daiquiri. By the time he returned with the drink a few minutes later, she saw that she had another message from the plus sized model. “Wow, I tried being nice and respectful and you’re still gross. Well fine” the brunette continued. “Someone needs to be taught a lesson. Since you’re so preoccupied with social media, every time you get a like for this post, you’re going to gain a pound. Maybe that will teach you some manners.” Vanessa nearly spit out her drink laughing. Who the hell did this woman think she was, Hermione? She tried to reply but her phone kept crashing. She groaned and decided she could respond later, for now, it was more important to relax. The sun felt good as she laid out in it, her eyes focused on the book on her phone. She laid out there for about half an hour uninterrupted, until she felt as though she had to pee. She put her phone in her bag and went into the bathroom. As she walked by, she felt some of the guys staring at her. She looked over her shoulder and winked at one particularly cute gentleman, only for the guys significant other to smack the back of his head. She laughed to herself and hurried into the ladies room, not wanting to get the guy in more trouble. Once finished, Vanessa pulled her bottoms up, noting that they felt a little snuggier than before. They went up with some difficulty, but the issue was once at her waist, they began to ride up her ass just a bit. She pulled the wedgie out and grew annoyed when after only a few steps they felt like they were back up her ass. “What the fuck? I must be walking weird or something. I’m sure when I get back to my seat this will be ok.” She walked back to her seat, still sensing that guys were looking at her. She smiled, thoroughly enjoying the attention she was receiving. She plopped down on her butt after walking slowly, hoping to let as many guys as possible see her nice tush. It was true, the guys were checking her out, who wouldn’t with a curvy blonde who was starting to overflow her bathing suit both above and below the waist? Her breasts had gone up one bra size already and her hips had begun to widen as well, which, combined with her rounding cheeks was the reason for the constant “thong”. Her stomach too had filled out slightly. It was still rather flat but no longer were there traces of muscle. It was smooth but obviously soft. She was unaware of this and slurped up the rest of her beverage before asking for another. After spending a little longer reading her book, Vanessa shut off her kindle reader and logged into Instagram. She saw that her post only had 14 likes, which disappointed her. Still, it was early back in New York and she assumed her friends would get a chuckle out of it. She threw her phone in her bag and decided it was time for a dip. She tugged at the waistband and pulled out the wedgie once more and stepped into the pool, the cool water feeling so good against her skin. She bobbed up and down for a moment, the water was only a few inches shorter than her 5-3 body so she wasn’t exactly suited for standing tall for too long. She drifted towards the bar, hoping to get a seat and possibly mingle with some of the guys. Taking one of the stools, she asked the bartender for something sweet, getting a Banana Cabana in a large glass. She happily sucked on the sweet concoction, not caring that it was probably very caloric. She was on vacation after all. As she sat, she remained completely unaware that she had continued putting on weight. When she had gotten to the pool it had been about 16 pounds, but since entering she had received a few more and was now over 20 pounds heavier than when she had posted her picture. The bulk of it was still going towards her boobs and breasts, though her belly had filled in more and was starting to puff out ever so slightly. She continuously had to readjust her top, more than once the bartender got a glimpse of her swelling mammories and had to hide his erection. She flirted with a few guys but nothing came of it. She was growing bored halfway into her second drink when a hunky Hispanic man took a seat next to her. He was heavily muscled and tall, something that was a big turn on to her. She smiled at him and he returned it with a toothy grin. “Hi there. I’m Vanessa.” “Hola. Nice to meet you Vanessa, I’m Carlos.” “Nice to meet you too Carlos. You from Cabo?” “Actually I’m from San Antonio. I’m here with a couple of college friends. You?” “New York City. Here alone on vacation.” Carlos went to say something else but his eyes caught sight of her breasts. They may have been underwater but they had continued to grow, now in the D cup range. He shook his head and regained his composure. “Cool. I’ve never been that far east. Furthest I’ve gone is to New Orleans. You ever been there?” “Can’t say that I have, I do want to go one day.” She sipped on her drink, trying to look as sexy as she could. It wasn’t hard to do, all she did was lean forward just a bit and her boobs began bouncing, barely contained in her top. This wasn’t lost on Carlos. “I, uh” he stammered, impressed by her bountiful bosom., “you should! It’s a lot of fun. Listen, I’m just here to get the drinks and then we’re going to hit up driving range for a few. But we should be back in like an hour. Wanna meet up then?” She smiled. “Sure thing. I’m actually going to get a little breakfast and I’ll meet you back here in like an hour. Sound good?” He nodded in agreement and ordered his drinks, watching as the buxom woman gobbled up her drink and swam away. He saw her get out of the pool and was even more amazed by her ass than her breasts. She had a sexy sway about her, her hips and ass jiggling delectably in her too tight bathing suit. The bottoms were firmly up her thicker cheeks and some dimples were starting to form on both her rear and thighs. He didn’t mind one bit as he maintained his focus on her, only turning around when the bartender returned with the drinks. He turned back to where she had been previously but she was gone, taking all her stuff with her. “Well, I’ll just meet back up with her in a little bit. That ass was even nicer than those juggs” he thought to himself.
  15. This story was inspired by a prompt from my GF @Bluebubblygirl ❤️ ^^ - The world was once the domain of the gods, living and breathing entities of great power whom ruled the cycles and laws of the physical realm. Among all the gods, the Divine Sun was the mightiest, for their light was the bringer of warmth and life and everything that was good and beautiful. The Sun fought an eternal battle against the Darkness, with only a one day truce to rest and renew their strength after each year battling across the skyline. The Divine Sun created a resting palace to enjoy this day of leisure and restore their essence, a place of beauty floating in the heavens, filled with gardens, monuments, sparkling fountains, and twelve women handpicked by the divine to be their wives. Those were the Sun Brides, deemed the most beautiful of all mortals, whom stunning eyes could rival with the rising sun, and whom statuesque feminine figures made the sun set appear mundane in its beauty. Most of these chosen youth came from privilege and high status, chosen among high priestesses, princesses, merchant daughters, and great artists. As long as they retained their exquisiteness, the Divine Sun promised them a life unmatched by the greatest mortal queens, living the whole year in the palace, and sharing the divine company on their return. Each was responsible with entertaining the divine for two hours before their leave at the end of the truce. Some sang for the Sun, some danced, some indulged in the pleasures of the flesh, and other charmed them by their wit and laughter. However, the Divine Sun’s most recent bride was different from any of the eleven others she shared the palace with. Pooran was a diamond in the rough, a mere street urchin found in the slums of the largest and filthiest city of the moral world. Her face was a natural work of art, with youthful, big innocent eyes, high cheekbones and a defined jawline leading to a gracile neck and nubile breasts. Her slender body was shapely and toned, effortlessly perfect in its proportions, carved by a hard life into a monument to mortal splendour. For the Divine Sun, she was unmatched, for she was as genuine and pure as the light itself, unaltered, unfiltered, unspoiled by vanity. Now draped in the finest silks and wearing the godly gold, the young Pooran was living a waking dream, enjoying a life of leisure and luxury in the divine palace, while she grew used to hardship, misery, and hunger. Pampered by the avian shaped servants of the Sun, she tasted fruits so sweet she almost fainted, and dipped her gorgeous lips in mead and wine so delicious she wondered why one would ever touch water again. While the other brides were used to luxury, the palace life only providing them with a slightly more exquisite life than what they could obtain among the moral with their beauty and status, Pooran was almost overwhelmed by the sudden change of lifestyle, and found herself wanting to enjoy her new privileges to the fullest, to the point moderation and wisdom were quickly left out of the picture. At first, her childlike enthusiasm charmed the other brides, who found her gleeful amazement adorable and endearing. Her fascination for all these new luxuries and delicacies was understandable, and all guessed she would simply need some time to get used to all this. Even when she began to appear softer and fuller, slowly losing the tone of her body to a thin layer of plush feminine flesh, the other wives didn’t worried much. After all, this suited Pooran well, and she could always train and exercise with them later on to return to her slim and lithe self before the truce day. But weeks turned into months without the young beauty showing any sign of slowing down her hedonistic lifestyle, or even deigning to follow the wives in their daily training. While all the eleven of them would often run around the palace, dance, climb, swim, and compete among themselves in friendly challenges of athleticism, Pooran simply napped in the palace, enjoyed a third collation, or watched the others from afar, laying on a pile of cushions. After a life spent running and struggling to escape city guards, violent gangs, and angry merchants, the former street urchin was puzzled about why someone would strain so pointlessly. Sure, the brides were all stunning, with their lean slender bodies, toned stomach, firm and shapely curves, and thin muscles dancing under their perfectly smooth skin, but why worry so much about a little plushness? Pooran was quite aware she had been gaining weight, but in her mind eyes, fat was synonym with prosperity and wealth, and was certainly not something that needed to be kept at bay with such fervour. Sure, her stomach was no longer flat, and it bounced lightly each time she walked a bit too fast, but her hips were fertile and soft, and her breasts were bigger and more voluptuous than any of the Sun Brides, even that Amazonian beauty how stood a whole head taller than the next tallest woman. She wasn’t ashamed by her change, even if she was slowly growing so plump and curvaceous her new clothes could have fitted twice her former left. If anything, this new heft made her feel powerful and self-assured, making her easier for her to adapt to this new amazing life in the heavens. The other brides didn’t wanted to harass their newest member, but they were all getting very worried for the chubby beauty, for they knew that the Divine Sun despised fat and excess, whom were associated with the lowly realm of the earth gods, while the mighty entity was from the heaven, and the highest, most perfect of them all. They tried to persuade Pooran to at least try to use the last few months before the truce day to lose some weight and sculpt her curves into a more athletic form. After all, a large bottom and thick womanly thighs could pass it there were strong muscles hidden under the plush flesh. Sadly, Poorah rejected their advice. She didn’t want to experience privation ever again, even if it was self-imposed, and wouldn’t scale down the size or number of her feasts. However, she didn’t ignore their warning. If, indeed, she risked losing her privileges if she was caught so plump by the Divine Sun, she needed a plan to avoid their wrath and enjoy another year of decadence and pleasure in the palace. The brides were surprised to see Pooran, at last, join them in their daily training. If she really wanted to lose the weight, it was sadly too little too late, for the Sun would join them by the next moon, and she was now the heaviest of them all, including the Amazon. Pooran didn’t even attempt to keep up with the brides, for she was slow, clumsy, and sluggish as she ran. Her enormous bosom would bounce ponderously in front on her, throwing off her balance and making her back sore after only a few minutes. Her belly would wobble endlessly; testing the fabric of her skirt, and making its seams creak in protest. Her thick womanly thighs would sway and rub at each step, hindering her speed and making the simple act of running quite difficult. Still, Pooran kept training at her own pace, testing her speed, evaluating her limits, and more importantly restoring some of her lost stamina. In fact, the training was so gentle that the gorgeous ex-thief keep gaining slowly during that month, but it didn’t bother her, for losing weight was never her goal. All she needed was a better knowledge of the palace layout, and a touch of endurance. The end of Pooran’s first year in the palace was finally upon her, and the Divine Sun returned from their year of conflict across the sky, eager to reunite with their brides and rest in their company. When the godly being came back, the servants led the radiant deity to each of the bride, one by one. The Divine Sun danced, feasted, sang, and played, and at last, when it was time to meet the last and most recent of the chosen beauties, the avian servants announced what Pooran had planned to entertain the palace’s owner: for she was young of hearth and of spirit, and for she knew nothing but the sneaky life of a city thief, she challenged the Divine Sun to a game of hide and seek, a playful jest to amuse her serious host. It had been her ruse all along, for Pooran knew the Divine Sun would be awful at such a game, for their bright shining halo announced their every move, and she could run to her next hideout anytime she feared getting discovered. Furthermore, spending only one day a year in the palace, the Divine Sun remembered little of its layout. With her guile and cleverness, even an overfed, plump, and clumsy Pooran easily outplayed the shining Sun in this contest, only fearing to get caught by the end of the two hours, for she was getting so out of breath from sneaking across the palace that she feared she might get caught. It was a close call, but she was saved by the holy duty, for the Darkness returned upon the sky, and the Divine Sun went back to fight against it, leaving an exhausted Pooran behind for another year of indulgence, nearly caught, but free to stay until the next truce. As they flew in the sky, the Divine Sun was amused and even proud of whom they pictured at this clever and innocent bride that just made a fool of them, unaware of the deceit at play, and the bulging curves that now swallowed the memory they cherished. Exalted by her victory, Pooran doubled down in her revelries as soon as the Divine Sun left them in the palace, ordering extra portions and spending days and nights eating with renewed desire, her hands exploring her stuffed belly and overflowing curves with fascination and amazement. She wanted to taste everything, to experience this paradise to the fullest, and she certainly did. The avian servants struggled to keep up with her demands, while the other wives watched in awe and horror as she quickly outgrew her clothes, as well as their memories of her former slender self. Born in privilege, all the Sun Brides had seen a few plump princesses, gluttonous priestesses, or overfed matrons in their noble circles, but Pooran was quickly leaving any of those rotund damsels in the dust with her hedonistic ways. Her expanding figure was losing any sense of definition, with her overabundant flesh now forming rolls across her thickened midsection, her back, and over her waistline. Over the weeks, her stomach was folding on itself and began to rest on her lap, filling all the space it could take until there was no more left. Her breasts, formerly voluptuous and abundant, were now obscenely large, to the point they started to limit her movements, forcing Pooran to reach across their expanse when feasting, and often swallowing any plump fruit she dropped on her cavernous cleavage. Her bottom was no longer round, but wide and mushy, akin to overfilled cushions, and it lifted her higher, making her appear somehow taller when she was seated, which meant most of the time. The Sun Brides knew she was doomed. As Pooran’s weight skyrocketed into obesity, as she began to compete with the plumpest of all mortals, there was no hope she could slim down to a shape acceptable to the Divine Sun in the time that was left before the day of truce. In fact, there was no hope she could get in shape for another round of hide and seek. More than three times the size of her thin past self, Pooran was more out of shape than ever, and her overflowing curves made sneaking impossible. Anytime she waddled across the palace, the overfed bride could be heard from the distance, for her thudding steps were echoing across the corridors, and so was the fleshly sound of her stomach bouncing against her upper thighs. If she ever attempted to jog, something that only happened when desert was announced, her enormous melons would join in the cacophony, slapping against the top roll of her overfed belly as she huffed and puffed toward her goal. Pooran was quite in denial that she was no longer in shape to perform the same ruse as the year before. The days the other brides found her naivety charming were long gone, and the general sentiment went from pity to loathing toward this ravenous glutton that ate herself into obesity in the span of only two years. However, her fall into decadence gave an idea to the eldest bride, a stunning blonde priestess whom had been craving more attention from the Divine. She devised a plan to use Pooran to gain more time with the Sun divinity, under the guise of helping the fool in her futile game. When the Divine Sun returned for the second day of truce, Pooran was led to the palace’s cellars, going down the small staircase under the guidance of the more mature bride. Squeezing her fleshy hips past the narrow doorway, the overfed young bride sat on a pile of cushion, hidden deep in the palace’s belly, and waited in the company of mead and wine. When at last the Divine Sun went for the expected game of hide and seek, the other bride, whom had dyed her hair and put on a veil, played the part of the younger Pooran, quickly getting caught on purpose by her deity. Feigning a genuine erotic game, she made the Divine Sun put on a blindfold, and had her way with the entity like she wanted, while Pooran slept in a drunken haze in the cellars, her rotund body taking most of the space. When the day was spent, the Sun Brides were once again left alone as their patron returned to their heavenly duel. Another year would pass until Pooran’s excesses would be at risk of being exposed. Without surprise, none of these events triggered any change in Pooran’s lifestyle for her third year spent in the solar palace. By this time, the enormous bride was no longer only eating to sustain her culinary curiosity, but to keep her ravenous appetite at bay. After years of stuffing, she was properly insatiable, her stomach turned into an abyssal pit that growled in anger after a mere hour without food. Hunger made an ironic comeback in Pooran’s life, but now she could feel it by merely not being full enough. She spent more time feasting than ever, often being handled by avian servants, or occasionally another bride out of morbid curiosity. She seldom left her personal chambers, only getting up for short walks toward the baths or the feasting hall, and she no longer jogged to be the first to get to the dessert, for anything faster than a slow lumbering waddle was now impossible. Pooran’s belly had grown even heavier since her time in the cellar, and it was now inching its way to her knees, while her buttocks were now so fat and well-padded she struggled to get up by her own power, so heavily anchored she was by their mass. Her breasts were beyond sanity, big enough to make an earth goddess blush from jealousy, and heavy enough that she struggled to lift one without using both hands. As the end of her third year neared, she surpassed mere obesity to turn into the fattest mortal in this time and age, an avatar of excess and opulence in world were hunger was assumed. In that context, the other Sun Brides should have been wiser than to assume they could keep Pooran hidden, but they drank the tale of the last truce stratagem and for them, the obese young damsel represented one less competitor to share the Divine Sun’s attention with. They convinced themselves they could keep fooling their host year after year, reproducing the ruse used by their senior and getting more time with their master. Their duplicity wouldn’t go unpunished. When the Divine Sun returned at last, after another year of endless combat, they wanted nothing more than to finally see the face of the young Pooran, the mysterious bride that became their favourite through her games and mysterious ways. Made impulsive by the long wait, turned restless after day dreaming of this reunion for months, the mighty entity ignored the protocol and asked to see Pooran right away, storming through the palace, majestic and terrible in their lust and love. The brides tried to distract them, for Pooran wasn’t yet hidden in the cellar, but there wasn’t much time left. While six brides were luring the Divine on false paths and dead ends, the five others were helping Pooran escape her chambers and trying to get her to her hideout. The enormous Sun Bride was now so immensely fat she struggled to move at any descent pace, and she was half-dragged, half-carried by the six toned woman. It was an odd spectacle to say the least, to see the athletic and slender ladies pushing on her mushy bum, pulling on her ham sized arms, and supporting her enormous curves by armful to help her waddle faster. The contrast was intense, for the five women together were barely outweighing the humongous butterball that was the youngest of them all. Huffing and puffing, and already menacing to reveal their position with her earth shaking steps, Pooran finally reached the staircase to the cellar, but as she was about to step into the passage, she was immediately stopped in her track as her thick love handles bit into the doorframe, far too plump to squeeze through. Confused, the five other brides watched as their blubbery comrade overflowed the narrow doorway, even her breasts slightly too big to fit in. One year prior, she managed to slip through, but she had grown enormously in these twelve months. Frantic, they tried to turn her sideways, to push her belly inside, to cram her inside with all the strength they could muster, but she was too fat, too deliciously obese to even get stuck in the doorway. She couldn’t even begin to fit through, and as she was shoved too harsh against the stone, she whimpered in pain, and soon, the Divine Sun dawned upon them, catching the group off guard as they stormed into the palace, solar flares appearing in the edge of their halo disappointment, wrath, and disgust. The Divine Sun immediately understood the charade they had been served, and their anger was great, immense, in proportion with the offending ingrate they saw flaying powerlessly in their light, and the eleven snakes that lied to cover this infamy. Light turned to fiery rays, and with every scream, fire spread through the palace, turning drapes and furniture to ash and ambers, and melting stone and glass like butter. The wives ran, all of them, fleeing the devastation their all brought upon themselves. Toned legs and nimble bodies quickly reached the edges of the burning solar palace, where avian servants waited in anguish. Knowing it was the end, the winged creatures decided to flee with the damsels, judging the gorgeous brides undeserving of such an awful fate as to burn alive in a god’s anger. By pairs, the bird-like creature grabbed the women by the arms, and with a flutter of wings, hauled them into the sky, slowly bringing down to the surface of the earth to safety and rescue. The creatures were strong and disciplined, and they quickly saved the eleven women, but as Pooran busted from the burning palace, red faced and buried in quivering flesh, the pair the remained exchanged a worried glance. Huffing and puffing, the cow sized beauty lumbered through the courtyard, her pendulous gut slapping against her knees each time she tried to move faster. Her swaying breasts throwing her out of balance, she collapsed on hands and knees near the edge of the floating palace, her decadent stomach spreading under her body, so fat it hung low enough to rest heavily on the stone pavement. Slowly, the solar paradise tipped, sending Pooran slipping into the sky below, unable to catch her fall with her fat laden limbs. With a scream of terror, she felt her obese form plummet through the emptiness, while the two avian servants dived to attempt to catch her fall. Talon like feet grasped her plump wrists, and the pair expended their wings to slow her fall and hopefully gain some lift. Sadly, what was enough to fly a slender damsel couldn’t suffice to carry a woman of Pooran’s girth, and no matter how much the avian creatures struggled, they couldn’t slow her fall, and with a sad cry of powerlessness, they let her go, falling through the sky toward the arid expanse of a desert. As the beautiful and enormous girl fell to her doom, her fear and despair attracted the attention of many gods, whom couldn’t help but feel ashamed by the Sun’s outburst. The first to come to Pooran’s aid was the Great Wind, whom unleashed their mightiest upward gust in an attempt to save the decadent mortal, whose only crime had been to enjoy life too fully. Sadly, even the strongest wing was too weak to fight the results of Pooran’s three years of revelries, and the sky god backed away, saddened. The second god to come to Pooran’s aid was the Gentle Rain, whom clouds were of velvet softness. They attempted to weave a cushion of cloud under the girl’s rotund form, but she busted trough like an arrow through soft clay, her overfed body too plump and heavy for such a diaphanous mattress. The Rain was surprised, for they often welcomed mortal on cloudy beds, not unlike the solar palace. Yet, this poor girl was simply too heavy for the fragile sky cloth. At least, as her fall drew nearer to the earth, Pooran caught the eye of the Desert God, cursed by the Divine Sun into an arid land unkind to all life. For aeons, the Desert languished the curves and folds adorning the bodies of their kin from fertile lands. They were earth gods, yet the Desert was no more fertile than the sky above. The cursed god saw in Pooran’s body their dreams come true. Her body was a topography of dunes, valleys, hills, and canyons, like an homage composed to the Desert’s glory. She brought with her lifetimes of bounty; so much abundance couldn’t be gathered in the arid sands, even in centuries. She was a blessing, and the Desert God wasn’t going to let her plummet to her death. With a loving hand, the land itself reached for the sky, gigantic fingers and a titanic arm forming a gentle slope of silk-like sand. Pooran landed on the opened palm, and slowly rolled down the divine arm, until her fall was caught, softly, gently, into a bath of sand. It is said that Pooran cried of relief once she realized that she made it alive from the solar palace, and that her tears filled the depression formed by her landing, creating the first of all the oasis. The former Sun Bride was then embraced by the Desert God as their sole spouse, and her abundance lifted the curse cast by the Divine Sun, bringing life again in the dunes, and especially in the islands of plenty that were the oasis. To these days, Pooran is no longer known by her mortal name, but instead as the Fruitful Oasis, a fertility goddess worshipped by any traveller fearing the Sun’s wrath.
  16. Je tu niekto zo Slovenska? Alebo Českej Republiky? Ideálne žena...
  17. Hey guys! I've been in Curvage for almost a long time admiring the beautiful girls here But now, I'm working with @LatinasGang, they are a group of mexican (and one colombian) girls that started to gain weight since November 2020 aprox. There are different type or girls there!! The biggest are @Frejya, @MonicaLatina and @carolinas! @FluffyLatinas is also one big girl now and is really gorgeous!! We also have @irinalatina who is Carolina's sister and is really fat now!! @Ashley Latina, @Lanalatinas and @CharlieLatina are some new members of the crew but are excited to be as big as the other girls! Here are some photos of their progress so far: @Frejya: @MonicaLatina: @carolinas: @FluffyLatinas: @irinalatina: @Ashley Latina: @Lanalatinas: @CharlieLatina:
  18. Why is it that some feedees stomach/breast/butt all grow but then some feedees just there stomach will grow? Does it matter what foods they eat? Or does it have to do with hormone levels like if they have high levels of estrogen or is it just genetics and is there things a feeder can do so there feedee as a more well rounded (pun intended) growth?
  19. (BBW, Weight gain, Freshman 15, Stuffing) A former high-school bombshell enters college and succumbs to the freshman 50 in spectacular fashion. Inevitable By Polarisdreamer Part 1: The Twins Evelyn was about a mile away from returning home from her morning run when she caught a glimpse of her sister’s car speeding by her. Scarlett was returning home from her freshman year of college and Evelyn, the 18-year-old high-school graduate, was eager to hear about her sister’s experience. So, Evelyn adjusted her sports bras, her DD cups required the extra support, and picked up her pace. With each step she took, the locks of her curly, medium-length, dirty-blonde hair bounced up and down. Her hair being all over the place never bothered her, it was heaving her two juicy melons around that Evelyn dreaded. Despite being relatively short at 5’3, puberty had graced Evelyn early on with the largest boobs in her high school. Proportional to her size that is, there were a few fatties that had bigger breasts than she did, but Evelyn only weighed about 125lbs and sported a narrow waist with defined abs. As Evelyn turned onto her street, a random car driving by gave her a honk of approval. Turning her head, Evelyn recognized the face as one of her male friends from school. He’d probably caught a glimpse of her firm and shapely butt from behind and recognized her. After all, there were not too many short women who maintained such a full hourglass figure in their small town. Prancing into the driveway, sweaty and in need of a drink of water, Evelyn was stopped in her tracks once she observed her sister unloading stuff from her car. Though Evelyn and Scarlett were twins, they hardly looked identical anymore. Scarlett took notice of Evelyn’s stunned expression and defensively declared to her judgmental twin sister, “Quit looking at me like that! Gaining weight your first year of college is inevitable! It’s the sad truth!” “Haha, oh my god Scarlett! You’re huge!” Evelyn teased with a poke to her sister’s generous gut, “It’s the freshman 15 not the freshman 50! Didn’t you get the memo?” “Laugh it up while you still can, because I guarantee that a year from now, you’ll be the one sporting some serious unwanted pounds.” Scarlett vowed, as Evelyn inspected her sister further. Not only had Scarlett grown a big round belly, but her breasts had inflated like water balloons and now rested upon her outwardly protruding belly. If Scarlett’s gut didn’t look so mushy and soft, Evelyn might have mistaken her for being pregnant. “Yeah right. Fat chance. I’m not lazy like you.” Evelyn countered. Even though the two of them had sported a roughly identical body shape since puberty, Scarlett was always a bit soft, and Evelyn was always in better shape. “Lazy or not, it’s got nothing to do with it. When you go to college you break away from the routine you’ve had your whole life. And all those lifestyle changes really add up.” Scarlett began to earnestly warn her younger sister. “Unhealthy lifestyle changes add up, which is why you got fat and I won’t.” Evelyn countered mocking her sister’s excuses. Looking visibly embarrassed, Scarlett shot back, “Listen, we’re all in this together sis, nobody looks as good as they did in high school after their first year of college. Ignoring my advice on this is a recipe for disaster.” “Haha, I’ll take my chances.” Evelyn chuckled to herself, as she headed inside without offering to help Scarlett unload her car. Unlike most twins, Evelyn and Scarlett were not the closest of friends. Their independence from each other was seeded the day they were born. Scarlett, the older of the two, was born on September 1st at 11:58PM. Evelyn was born on September 2nd at 12:13AM. This distinction meant little to the poor family of four until about five years down the road. You see, the cut-off date for kindergarten in their state was September 1st which meant Scarlett was eligible to start her formal education at age 5 but Evelyn wasn’t. Since the twin’s parents both worked full time at low paying jobs, they were stuck with a difficult choice. Continue paying expensive daycare costs for both of their young girls or enroll Scarlett in kindergarten and only send Evelyn to daycare. For better or worse, the parents went with the cheapest option. So, despite being only 15 minutes apart in age, Scarlett and Evelyn went through their primary education one grade level apart. They formed different peer groups, apart from their mutual friend and neighbor, Paige. Growing up, Scarlett was quick to get ahead with her education, making Evelyn feel like she was the less academically gifted of the two; however, Scarlett was the youngest in her grade meaning that at a young age she was so outmatched at sports that she never picked any up. Conversely, Evelyn was the oldest in her grade giving her the edge in sports from a young age. So, while Scarlett excelled in the classroom, Evelyn dominated every sport she decided to play. By the time each sister was in high school, puberty had set in, and things had changed slightly for the distant twins. Both sisters were early bloomers, but Scarlett especially matured slightly faster than Evelyn. As Scarlett received more and more male attention, her interest in academics waned. She developed a thing for the local ‘bad boys’ and partied throughout her senior year of high school. Evelyn, on the other hand, handled her popularity with the opposite sex more modestly. Though she got a boyfriend, Rob, a thrower on her track team, her interests still lay in sports. However, unfortunately for her collegiate ambitions, her times for track and field and cross country got worse every year after her record-breaking freshman season thanks to her womanly developments. Meaning that there were no athletic scholarships to help her pay for college. When presented with the option of going to a community college and staying at home with her parents or taking out student loans and finally getting to live out of state, Evelyn chose the latter. Though she and her boyfriend were set to attend different colleges in the Fall, they were going to try keeping things going long distance. Despite all the change on the horizon, Evelyn was optimistic about enjoying her summer vacation and starting her college career in the fall. Though she didn’t always get along with her older sister, she’d always been able to learn from her twin’s mistakes. Though college might have ruined her sister’s once exquisite figure, Evelyn was determined not to let it ruin hers.
  20. So my long time friend has always been skinny and described as so! I mentioned she should try and gain some weight and offered to help. Since then she has gained a bit of weight (we are guessing a stone) and is keen to gain lots more! please let us know your thoughts xx
  21. Thought this could be a good topic girls talking about weight gain, their belly's, overeating etc... publicly on social media. Pro tip you can search FB profiles for key words such as "belly", "weight", "ate" "fat". I'll start with a few I've found.
  22. Chapter One Bright stage lights illuminated every white stretch mark on my thighs as I gyrated down the pole. My hands still felt greasy from cramming McDonald’s fries into my mouth before my shift. My stomach was bloated against my underwear-sized short shorts. I split my legs for the crowd of cheap men and slid down the stripper pole head-first, stopping only just in time and doing a backbend in platform heels to get back onto my feet. The whole time I was thinking, I really need to fart. Shouldn’t have eaten that Big Mac. I know, I know. I was kind of a disaster, even factoring in that every single college kid is an absolute mess and if they say they aren’t, they’re lying. I had it worse than usual. I was up to my eyeballs in medical debt as well as student loans thanks to a car crash my freshman year of college that left me in the hospital for almost an entire semester. I was doing my best to climb back to some sense of normalcy, but the only way I could stop from filing for bankruptcy was by shaking my ass for horny men six nights a week. Between all the stress of finances, college, a pandemic, and an uncertain future, I was eating too much fast food and outgrowing my stupid little slinky outfits. All of my worries swirled through my head as I rocked my body against the pole, tongue out like I was going to lick it. It was a favorite move of mine. I glanced down at the scant amount of bills on the stage. It should have been more. Way more. Lately my income had been dwindling, but I didn’t know why. I’d put on a couple pounds, but nothing drastic. Most of it was sitting in my ass, the best place for it to go. “Show us your tits, fatty!” A particularly drunken man hollered from the back. I ignored him, swinging up onto the pole again and slowly riding down it in smooth circles in time with the music pouding through the speakers to either side of the stage. My cheeks burned with more than physical exertion, though: the insult didn’t just sting, it brought fear. This particular club was cutthroat. If anyone in management had just heard that? My ass was grass. I scaled the pole again, trying to lose myself in the pounding music and give the audience the best show I could. I needed this job, needed this pay, needed better tips than what these cheap slime balls were giving me. Come on, come on, come on. I sent up a prayer to any god who would listen even as I planted my platforms on the ground and shimmied for the crowd, showing my deep cleavage. “Someone get this fat cow off the stage!” the ** yelled again, waving his arms. Other members in the audience were turning to look at him instead of focusing on me. I kept up my smile, but it was a mask. This was humiliating. Without breaking my dance routine, I scanned the dark room. By now a bouncer should have come by to drag him out of the room. No one had. My stomach dropped, and panic tore through me. I only finished my performance on pure adrenaline. My heart was pounding so hard in my ears I couldn’t even hear the music. I bent to collect my bills when a hand stopped me: the stage bouncer. The fart I’d been squeezing back finally blew, and he and the front row audience members made a face. This could not get worse, but I narrowed my eyes and kept my dignity. “Oh, now you’re here?” I snapped as he helped me gather my meager pay. He wasn’t handing it to me, and I didn’t have it in me to argue. “Mr. Sykes wants to see you in the back,” Rodrigo grunted. “Don’t pass go, don’t collect $200.” He held out a meaty hand for me to put the rest of my money in it. I thought about refusing, but knew better. I was in deep shit, and arguing would only make it worse. I relinquished the bills for the final count and headed to the back. Mr. Sykes was sitting in my dressing room chair. He was so comically out of place - a gangster type in a three piece suit with oily gray hair greased into a rat tail, fat cigar hanging from the corner of his mouth, sitting among pots of glitter makeup, feather boas, and all things pink - I nearly laughed. Nearly. “You wanted to see me?” It was moments like this that I remembered being 21 didn’t really mean I was an adult-adult. Sure, I had my own bills to pay, didn’t talk to my mom, and figured everything out for myself. I was also terrified and just wanted to go home, get in bed, and never deal with the world again. Mr. Sykes swiped a thumb over his neck while making a rude sound effect. “You’re done, kid. See Leslie for your final pay.” Yep, this was it. My absolute nightmare. I had rent and a payment on my medical debt due next week, plus tuition for the upcoming semester coming up in two weeks. “You can’t fire me. I need this job,” I tried to argue, but my voice was weak and my knees wobbly. Mr. Sykes didn’t even honor my protest with words: he just walked away, leaving me to gather my things and try to beg change off of Leslie, who had an office immediately in front of the back door. She cooked the books for Emerald City, deciding on a whim who got how much pay. I’d been lucky not to deal with her too much: just a flat fee and I could keep the rest, uncounted. This time would obviously be different. With my duffle bags of shoes, costumes, and stage makeup banging into my knees, I took that final walk of shame to the exit. Leslie was waiting, even though all of the other dancers were scheduled until close. Lucky me. She held out an envelope, not meeting my eyes. “It’s not the end of the world, you know. There are other clubs,” she said. I took the envelope, then kept walking. Her calloused remarks didn’t deserve a response. This was bullshit and we both knew it. Hot tears were building in my eyes but I didn’t want her to see. My emotions were my own, not to be shared. I got in the car and opened the envelope. It had $200 in crumpled 20s and a folded up sheet of Burger King coupons. I whipped my head around to glare at the back entrance, but the door was shut and no one was paying attention to me anymore. I was already forgotten. I put my key in the ignition and headed for home, letting the stress wash over me. It was almost an hour drive back to my college town from the big city. The whole drive, my mind was racing. I had no idea what I was going to do. Life had already fucked me over so bad as an adult that I wasn’t willing to budge another inch. I had to make this work, but I didn’t have a path forward without a job and I couldn’t file for unemployment when I’d been working under the table. As I finally reached my exit on the highway, my stomach grumbled traitorously. I rolled my eyes, knowing any truly responsible person would have seen the night as a giant neon sign to just lose 5 pounds. OK, maybe 10. But I was exhausted, stressed out, and had just been fired, so what did I do? Got a bag of Burger King with the coupons they’d given me on the way home. I’d figure out everything else in the morning. -- This is an excerpt of my next e-book. The link to preorder on Amazon is here. All sales are appreciated. Thank you!
  23. Hi everyone, love the site, I will share some pi tires from time to time. Hope everyone is having a great week!!!!!!
  24. Hello, I'm new to curvage, I like to eat too much, get fuller and rounder. I would like to reach 100 kilos even more after my pregnancy. Tell me what you think of me! Any questions, let me hear them! - - - -
  • Member Statistics

    218,440
    Total Members
    8,856
    Most Online
    Hesh2death
    Newest Member
    Hesh2death
    Joined
×
×
  • Create New...

Important Information

We have placed cookies on your device to help make this website better. You can adjust your cookie settings, otherwise we'll assume you're okay to continue.