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Oh sweet Ariana. What a treat you used to be to. That toned tummy, hardly a hint of fat residing anywhere on it with those small bumps of your abdominals rippling just beneath the surface of your skin. Every lift, every jump stretching your skin tight around those rock hard abs, flaunting the six count that took countless hours to earn, but could be undone in a few days of slacking. Oh sweet Ariana. How wonderfully sculpted your arms once were. Those endless number curls, dips, pull ups, and push ups molding your muscles into a sculpture of art. Never thick, or disruptive of your slender image, but much like your abs, your triceps and even those biceps were lurking just beneath the surface, ready to shoot towards the surface at the command of a flex. Those “sports bras” that you wore left nothing to the imagination with regards to your arms or your wonderful perky little breasts. Just big enough to provide that intermittent jiggle or bounce from your cleavage to remind us that your twins would feel spectacular to touch. Oh sweet Ariana. Those lean thighs of yours used to demonstrate perfection in motion. That wonderful contrast that came from each bouncing step as all four parts of your quadricep would visibly flex with each step, a smooth glide and a firm jolt as the step was completed. How your thighs used to run down to those dainty little calves, firm as rocks but never a cause for alarm when you donned heels. Oh sweet Ariana. The rise and bounce of your firm booty, hardly an inch of fat to jiggle but round and bubbly all the same. That was your true masterpiece. Seemingly sculpted out of air and floating right behind the rest of your toned body, each step was an indescribable flowing motion as your hip rocked to one side, that firm cheek rose and then dropped with a resolute bounce before those muscles, hardly accustomed to sitting, contracting instantaneously and locking that hard bubble into place, leaving a round, taut curve below your spine.What a marvel you used to be. What a spectacle you used to create as you would spend those countless hours in the gym, turning the heads of even the most bad ass of men with your firm booty and slender hourglass physique. What a shame that your appetite always got the better of you, that pesky inner Greek that had once provided that beautiful tan complexion and charming shoulder length mocha hair ultimately turning your greatest strength into an insurmountable weakness. What a fatal mistake you made, that unwavering faith in your Greek goddess metabolism, that dependency on an unsustainable attribute. What a marvel you have become sweet Ariana. How that taut tummy has evolved into so much more. Gone are the days of those small abdominal muscles flexing against the skin, buried under a volcanic rock slide of caloric excess made up of too many donuts, unnecessary protein shakes and a surfeit of wine. It is true what they say, that a glass of red wine can be good for the heart, but a bottle did far more harm than good. The impressive compounding of calories built up slowly at first, taking away your impressive definition before slowly turning that convex tummy outwards into a subtle concave curve. From there, it was simply a matter of time as the waves began to form, starting with a simple overhang and extending outward as the fat expanded, building upon earlier layers to ultimately form a proper gut. Perhaps you would have stopped there, but no, you were far too eager and greedy for that, not disciplined enough to stop yourself from indulging in those delectable meals that you loved to cook, instead stoking the fire and quickly adding rolls to your once invisible waistline, forming a full blown belly.What a marvel you have become sweet Ariana. What strong, firm arms you used to have, those muscles supporting your every lift and flex. Incredible how those same arms fail you today, unresponsive to the demands of even completing a single push up. Where once you could effortless crank through dips as your tricep head flexed it’s muscular strength, now your jiggly arms shake violently as you force yourself out of bed each morning. Those once impeccable muscles practically dead weights, except to bring food to your over eager mouth, the one set of muscles you were never able to fatigue.What a marvel you have become sweet Ariana. Graceful as a swan, your slender legs serving almost like stilts as you would glide across the floor. Hard to believe you used to have a well defined thigh gap and subtle but rippling muscles that emerged with each delicate step. While perhaps stronger than your days of daily squats, those muscles have been long lost to thick layers of encasing fat. Each step now serving as a violent reminder to how little control you have over the jiggling layers that serve as the bridge connecting your legs, lifting nothing more than all of the additional weight you let accumulate on the rest of your body, widening to handle the load.What a marvel you have become sweet Ariana. That once subtle hourglass accenting your perky breasts, despite their relatively minuscule size to your impressive behind. Much like the rest of you, those two bustling cantaloupes continued to blossom until they removed any doubt of being able to provide a canyon of hearty cleavage and a violent chain of bounces with each step. Of course, those are effortlessly overshadowed by not only your burgeoning belly and it’s impressive roles that outdistance them, but by your once trademark feature: your impeccable ass. Those two over inflated spheres of gluttony, the ultimate thrown cushions for any queen to rest on throughout her day at the office, a portable first class seat everywhere you waddle. Much like before, your bountiful booty trails the rest of your body, widened hips and love handles included, only now it never seems to stop jiggling. What was once an incredibly fluid motion of bounce and contract has now evolved into an inability to pump the breaks. Protruding far behind your body, it seems almost as if it is your shadow, only unable to fully abide by the laws of physics with each rippling movement.What a marvel you have become sweet Ariana. Oh sweet Ariana.

New plus model I found on her friends looking absolutely gorgeous and chubby for all to see. BBWs. This is how real women should look like! They absolutely put on a ton of weight and give 0 fs how fat they look. They look beautiful 😊

BBW's only! Been doing this for a few years, but I never knew of anywhere to post them. Thanks to this forum I can finally share all of my never-before-seen captures!