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Hey Guys! I'm thinking of joining Curvage as a model but I’m a little shy ☺️ Here’s my progress so far... what do you think? JB xxxx

Hi everyone! I'm HarlowBBW, I'm a blonde, pansexual and pan pizza sexual 🍕 and I can't wait to get started showing off my body for you🖤! 🎇Don't forget to stop by and tell me what you think of my first bit of content. This is only the beginning and I look forward to improving to show even more of myself off! Thank you!🎇 I'm thinking of doing "School girl" and "Dolled up" content next. Is there anything anyone else would like to see? P.S. Did you know you could get 4 meals for $10 on the Burger King app!?! I stuffed myself today and I want to do it again! 🐷

I want to receive offers about clips and discuss details, I want to increase my profit.

I became a real glutton, it excites me so much, and there is always a feeling of hunger, how can I cope with this, being at home I can afford to eat huge portions, and the rest of the time people around me may suspect that something is wrong with me... my weight is 200 lbs and continues to grow...

how did you look a few years ago?

THANKS GIVING WEEK GIVEAWAY **MUST FOLLOW FORUM ** TO STAY IN THE LOOP THIS IS ALSO WHERE THE WINNER WILL BE ANNOUNCED RULES · IF YOU HAVE PURCHASED ANY OF MY VIDEOS LEAVE A REVIEW · EVERY REVIEW COUNTS AS AN ENRTY FOR THE DRAWING · IF YOU HAVE PURCHASED MORE THAN ONE OF MY VIDEOS YOU MAY LEAVE A REVIEW FOR ALL PURCHASED VIDEOS IF YOU’D LIKE EVERY REVIEW IS AN ENTRY · I LOVE WRITING SO IF YOU LEAVE A DETAILED FUNNY REVIEW I’LL COUNT THAT AS AN EXTRA **ENTRY** (ONE REVIEW COULD MEAN TWO ENTRIES FOR YOU) · I'LL BE POSTING ALL MY THANKSGIVING WEEK FOODS AND TREATS IN THIS FORUM … INTERACTIONS ARE ENCOURAGED 😊 AT THE END OF THE WEEK ILL BE CLOSING THE CONTEST. I'LL RECORD A SHORT YOUTUBE VIDEO AS I DRAW THE WINNER AND I’LL POST THE LINK IN THIS FORUM. 😊 MAY THE ODDS BE EVER IN YOUR FAVOR ❤️

Hey ya’ll, pardon my newbie ways 😅 Still figuring this site out but i’m definitely getting a grasp (i think 🤔) So follow this thread to stay up to date with me 🥰 If you haven’t seen any of my other posts or don’t feel like searching for them (lol) here’s a quick piece about me: I’m a 28 yo bbw that has slowly been gaining.. and don’t have any plans to stop 😉 I am very new to all of this so I appreciate all of the encouragement and genuine love i’ve received from this community! I will definitely not be going anywhere, anytime soon & look forward to getting to know all of you much much better! Check out some of these before & afters..

What are you guys looking for in a video. I know it can be hard to find. I seem to struggle hard to find exactly what i want. Now understand if there is a special request i need time to get what ever it may be. But i really what to be able to make videos that favor the people who are weirdly specific like me.

Hi guys! figured I’d go ahead and make a thread for myself! Since apparently that’s what you do when you’re new around here! Gives me a bit of a chance to address a few things so here it goes! 💜 Sorry but I’m NOT actively trying to gain weight at the moment, But I don’t let that stop me from pigging out and stuffing my belly round and full! Like many when forced to quarantine at home for many months with not much to do but snack and watch shows I found myself packing on a bit of extra weight! Probably close to 35/40lbs to be exact! 🐷 My lovely boyfriend (who is rather fond of my growing belly) turned my attention to the possibility of using my new found figure to please many of you and maybe even bring in a little extra cash! 💰 I figured it was worth a shot! With curvage currently not accepting new model applications at the moment though. I’ve decided for now to just continue to share status updates, and some gallery photos and take this time to get to know all of you! In hopes that soon I’ll be able to make & sell some really great stuff to all of you nice people who have chosen to follow and support me! 💕 So, yeah! I guess this is my thread, I hope I’m doing things right around here as I’m very new to this! feel free to ask me questions, share your thoughts. Or even shoot me a message! & I’ll do my best to reply. Again I wanted to thank you all for supporting me so far and hope you’ll stick around for when I reach model status 😈 (dying to pig out tonight, here’s me looking a little slim after a long day at work! This take out and ice cream can’t get here fast enough 😩💕🐷)

Hello everyone guess who got there stuff uploaded to curvage?!😱😁 My sister and I will be sharing so much of ourselves so often I can’t wait to hear all the feedback. I’d love to know who wants to see what from us? What would you like to see the most? Please be creative nothing is too silly. I’m on the left Katie, my sister Kammy is on the right. If I didn’t post this in the right place I’m sorry it wasnt on purpose XD we are learning.

Hi everyone. My twin sister and I are hoping to be accepted into curvage so we can post and make lots of whatever you guys and gals want! Anytime you ever see a photo of us, it means a video from that time exists as well😘. We have lots of content all ready just for curvage to uploaded. We shake out bootys together, eat pizza together, we dance around in underwear showing out fat bouncing all over, we play in the pool together, my sister loves whipped cream a lot in her videos lol. All of the things I Jjst mentioned we already have videos made and ready for you. We offer so much and can’t wait to hear feedback and hear what else the people want.

It was late at night. 2:30 AM, to be exact. The kitchen was dark. The fridge door opened, shining its blue light out over Chrissy’s flabby, stretchmarked body. She bent over to grab a box of leftover pizza; her panties slipped between her fat, dimpled ass cheeks. She smiled, greedily, like she was getting away with something. There were only a few slices left, and the garlic bread. She popped the garlic bread in the microwave for a few seconds, stopping the timer before it went off. The pizza, she ate cold. The chair creaked when she lowered herself into it. Her saddlebags hung off the sides of the seat. She felt the cold morning air on an escaped nipple, and paused to tuck her tits back into her old, outgrown C-cup. She dug in without reservation, dunking the warm garlic sticks into chilled marina and cramming them into her mouth. She powered through close to a thousand calories like it was a small snack. She finished the last slice and leaned back in her chair, full, fat, and happy. The overhead light flicked on. Josh was in the doorway, grinning. All he said was “Good girl.” Chrissy flushed red, “How long have you been there?” “Long enough.” Josh moved in, “You get enough food in you?” His hands started massaging her chubby gut, digging through a thick layer of soft blubber, down to the small, but solid lump of food at her core. Chrissy belched in his face. Something flickered in Josh’s eyes, and Chrissy made the split second decision to play along. “I could keep going.” Josh grinned, “Gonna be a little piggy tonight, then?” Chrissy barked out a laugh, “This body didn’t give me away?” She leaned back, twisting the seat to give her boyfriend a better view of her overfed state. From this angle, her love handles and potbelly completely hid her black lace panties. She slapped her meaty thighs, and the ripples echoed up her doughy body. Josh’s boxers were getting tighter. He shrugged, pursed his lips, “I dunno, you’ve been talking a lot about dieting, lately…” Chrissy wiped a smear of red sauce from her cleavage and licked her finger clean. She was smiling, “Do I look like I’m on a diet?” “I mean, maybe you should be?” Josh teased, meaning none of it. He reached out to grab Chrissy by her butter-soft love handles, feeling her plump decadence, “There’s getting to be a lot of you, lately.” “Because I’m a good little piggy!” Chrissy giggled, “And you like it!” Josh could tell there was still room in Chrissy’s belly, “A good little piggy would keep eating.” “Pfft, keep eating what?” Chrissy scoffed, “We’re out of leftovers.” She rubbed her dense, heavy belly, lovingly, “It’s all in here!” There was a devilish look in Josh’s eye. “I mean, there’s still this” He said as he walked over to the kitchen cabinet and pulled out a small cake. Chrissy’s eyes went wide, “Hold up, now time out.” Josh nodded, and she composed herself, “Okay, but like, I actually can't eat that? It’s for my sister’s birthday tomorrow.” “We’ll get her a new one.” Josh smiled, “We’ll get her a better one. Look how tiny this one is! This is barely enough to feed one, single fat girl!” He could see her coming round, so he wrapped it up, “You know you want to.” He was right. Chrissy was getting wet just thinking about it. They moved to the couch. Josh pulled her to her feet. She was built like a bowling pin crossed with a bowling ball. She looked down at her body and bit her lip. Josh unhooked her bra, and her tits slumped off to the sides of her porky potbelly. Her toes were nowhere in sight. She could feel her thighs rubbing together with every ponderous, waddling step. She never thought she’d get this big. 300 pounds was just around the corner. She might’ve already turned that corner. She peeled her slightly damp panties off before she sat down. If she was eating this cake for Josh’s pleasure, he was going to eat for hers. He handed her the small cake, set a half gallon jug of chocolate milk to the side. She sat down. From the sound it made, the couch didn’t care for that. She took up most of the seat, her wide hips covering most of the two cushions. She set the cake on the dome of her belly, and spread her legs. Josh knew the deal. He took his place, grabbing roughly at her thighs and forcing his way in. Chrissy bit her lip a little, inhaling deeply as he forced his face between her legs, his tongue searching. She grabbed a rough handful of cake, started filling her belly. She ate fast. There wasn’t that much, really, to eat, but she wasn’t working on an empty stomach. Between her full belly, and her lovers’ tongue, she was beyond satisfied in only a few minutes, but there was more cake to eat, and Josh wasn’t stopping. As she crammed more and more cake into her greedy belly, Chrissy’s face turned red, bright red. She was beyond stuffed; she was struggling to breathe. As the last few handfuls went down, she could feel her skin breaking out in new stretch marks, but beyond that, she could feel Josh spelling out her name with his tongue, C-H-R-I-S-S-Y. She grabbed for the milk jug; she needed to wash down the cake. Fat hung from her arm, visibly wobbling as she reached over. She took a big gulp, her poor, distended belly swelling that much more. She couldn’t see Josh over the flabby dome, but she could feel him working, working, bringing her to the very edge. Her thunderous thighs tightened around Josh’s ears as she orgasmed, and one word was echoing in Chrissy’s head. She moaned, “More!” Josh kept lapping at her soft pussy, but that wasn’t what she meant. She reached down, around her aching belly, down between her legs. She grabbed Josh by the hair, pulled him up. She was a fat, wheezing wreck. Cake was smeared across her belly, around her mouth, even in her hair. She had chocolate milk dribbling from her mouth, down between her small, chubby breasts. She was full to bursting, but she wanted a little bit more. Josh smiled, “God, you’ve gotten fat!” Chrissy rolled her eyes, “Just shut up and fuck me!” She readjusted herself, grunting with the effort, “And you know you’re doing all the work!” All he needed to hear. He grabbed her by her thick, dimpled thighs and went at it. Chrissy was always loud in bed, but this time, she woke neighbors. Hard to tell what was making her moan more, her man or her poor, packed-tight stomach. Her entire body jiggled with every pounding thrust. Her eyes crossed, and her mouth hung open. She knew where she wanted this to go. Josh was ready to burst. She grabbed the sides of her beach ball belly, offering a target, “Here…” she panted out in between thrusts, “Cum on my stomach…” Josh pulled out and shot his seed across the underside of Chrissy’s gut. She didn’t waste time leaning back, rubbing it in, spreading the semen over her bloated tummy, broad circles, trying to release the pressure. She burped, and fell limp in the couch, smiling, drinking in the moment. There was no room for Josh on the couch with her; she took up too much room. He flopped onto the nearby recliner and stared, glassy-eyed and grinning. She was perfect. They slept in the next morning.

The fishnets felt a little tighter than usual...

Who knows her name?

Hey there ! I wanted to pop in & start a thread all about me kinda nervous though. So many beautiful women up on here. I’ve been apart of the community a long time now. I have been distant more recently but I am done with that! It is possible you might recognize my belly from the old YouTube days in the early 2010’s. It is where it all started for me. I had gained a lot of weight unintentionally ( at first) and realized this really turns me on. And had to explore it. I then began documenting it all for those to see. Showing off how disproportionately big my belly is. Over the course of 12 years I’ve gained 150+ lbs. I am done being dormant in the community and just want to show off, eat some more and grow. I even did something and released a video back on YouTube for nostalgias sake 😂 I love this community and feel more confident than I ever have. So I’m happy to be here ☺️

Stuffing myself all day, and then hiding the evidence became the new normal about 60 pounds ago. But now I'm trying to secretly keep eating even when not alone. Take today for example. I found myself so big and bloated by midday I couldn't resist video taping my enormous belly. But come dinnertime, after finishing my meal of a double burger with fries and a couple of beers, I found myself standing in the kitchen finishing his leftovers. There I stood shoving what he couldn't finish into my already stuffed gut as fast as I could not wanting to be discovered. Yeah, it's exciting, trying hard not to get caught, but honestly why bother. No one is ever going to come in and find me, no one is ever going to look at the empty containers in the trash and figure out my secret, no one is ever going to see me sitting on the kitchen floor with my bloated belly out stuffing my face with two hands. But still I hide and play this game with myself just for the thrill. Because it feels good. Because it excites me to pretend someone might discover me, might notice, might watch with surprise. But why bother to hide. Maybe it's time to just come out of the shadows and eat all I want right in front of his eyes. What do you think? Secret stuffing is super exciting -or- public pigging out is the way to go?

A story I'd been planning, its first chapter was moved up in my schedule due to @ES-Draws great sketches. The Sorceress’ Stress Snacking Chapter 1: White Orchard Geralt stepped out of the White Orchard Inn and into the night in a foul mood. Three days full of far more violence than the grey haired witcher preferred had passed since he’d arrived in the Temerian village in search of his lost love Yennefer. He’d chased rumors of the elusive sorceress, who despite her famed and unique looks was impossible to track down, across the war ravaged landscape. Nekkers, drowners, ghouls, wolves, dogs and bandits had died by his sword, before he’d ultimately found a lead from the local Nilfgardian garrison, at the price of slaying a dangerous griffon. His reward had been to find that Yennefer was at the Nilfgardian court in conquered Vizima, less than a day’s ride away. And then he’d had to kill an inn full of idiotic thugs after collecting his mentor, the elderly Vesimir. “Ugh, getting involved never turns out well,” Geralt grunted, wiping off his steel sword and sheathing it. “No, but you never learn, do you? Might not want to put that away yet,” Vesimir agreed, “hooves and armor are coming, we should go.” The two witcher’s sharp ears heard the rattle of armor and the clomp of hooves, war horses and cavalry. No matter which side in the great northern war the horsemen belonged too, the pair of witchers were covered in blood and there were half a dozen dead men behind them. In Geralt’s experience, that was difficult to explain. But just as he reached his trusty horse Roach, the wandering monster hunter paused. Because his enhance scent had just picked up, over the smell of horse sweat and armor polish, the faint perfume of lilac and goose berries. “Hold on, I think our mission just solved itself,” Geralt rasped, watching the squad of cavalry come out of the night. There were several Nilfgardian troopers in their traditional black and gold plate, but Geralt barely noticed them. For as they dismounted, a small framed woman in their midst, dwarfed by the size of a borrowed destrier, stepped down onto a high heeled boot. The Witcher had seen many a stunning sight in his day, from the burning palaces of kings to the angry roars of a dragon at close range, but nothing would ever give him as much pause as seeing Yennefer of Vengerburg. The smell of her perfume was strong, its rich scent striking in the muddy village. In the moon light the ivory skin of her smooth face seemed to glow, her black curls catching the stars. She was dressed in a black gown, cut low to show cleavage and slit to show thigh high boots, high heeled to make up for her short height. “Geralt, covered in blood and running out of town. I see not much has changed,” Yennefer said coyly, her incredibly posh and melodious voice dripping with sarcasm. “And I see not much has changed with you,” Geralt said, suddenly noticing as she stepped up that things very much had. For one thing, the Nordling sorceress was working with the Nilfgardian Empire despite having been instrumental in defeating it in the first Northern War. For another and well, even Geralt with his superhuman eye for detail didn’t quite believe it at first. But a glance confirmed it, despite his disbelief. Yennefer had gained a good fifteen pounds. The chances of this were bafflingly low. Yennefer was brave, resourceful, curious, determined and caring but she was also immensely vain, she began every day with an hour of carefully applied makeup to her already beautiful face. She dressed stylishly and paid very careful attention to her appearance, her perfect looks an advertisement for her powers. But Geralt couldn’t deny the evidence of his eyes, having known every inch of her body he gave her another glance from ankles on up. Most of Yen’s legs were blocked by her tightly buckled black boots, but her right thigh was easy to see. Geralt remembered a wide gap between the raven beauty’s thighs, but now a thin, but soft layer of fat coated her upper leg, ivory flesh poking through the lace of her tights. They weren’t big, most noble women who’d had a baby would have killed to have thighs so slim, but now there was a pinchable bit of excess across her legs. Going up, Geralt was struck by the breadth of the brunette’s hips. Yennefer’s looks had been girlish in the extreme, despite being a hundred years old she didn’t look a day over twenty, but she’d always been just slightly pear shaped, her butt large and round and her hips quite round, if rather firm. Now looking at her, Geralt could see how she’d gotten wider, the curve of her hip stretching the seam of her skirt tight. Yennefer’s waist wasn’t much changed from its old tiny 20 inch span...but that was because the sorceress was wearing a corset. The underbust girdle was laced very tightly, obviously pushing hard against something quite soft on the inside. Corsets weren’t uncommon for rich women, exercise was seen as manish and undignified, but as a sorceress Yennefer’s body was a plaything of her powers, letting her keep an absolutely tiny waistline that she was quite proud of. That she was now wearing the restrictive shapewear spoke to a rather drastic change. Continuing up, Geralt was very surprised by the change to Yennefer’s chest. The sorceress had a physique suitable B cup before, quite pert and perky but rather small, as well as a disdain for women with large busts, thinking that any breast bigger than a handful was a sign of low class crudeness. That too had changed, the sorceress finding at least a cup size of soft tit. They seemed even larger thanks to the under bust corset, the brunette flashing cleavage for the first time. “Are you done staring yet, Geralt?” flashed into the witcher’s brain. Slightly startled, he looked up from his telepathic ex-lover’s breast to her face. Yennefer put on enchanted glamour makeup first thing every morning and touched it up several times per day, meaning that she looked impossibly gorgeous without a single mark, scar or bulge. But Geralt could slightly detect a softness to her sharp cheekbones, making her look less imperial and regal and more...approachable. “Hard not too when you look that good,” the Witcher returned mentally, knowing that the rather boundary challenged brunette frequently read his thoughts. Her eyes widened in surprise, a slight redness rising to her cheeks. That was odd, Yennefer lived for compliments and it shouldn’t surprise her to be praised. “I...you are too kind, but we should be going,” Yennefer said, ending the mental link and returning to her horse, “come, the Emperor himself wishes to speak to you.” Yennefer strode up to her destrier, an immense gray warhorse that towered over the small woman. It snorted softly, whinnying in affection as she got to the stirrup and put her small, booted foot in. Geralt’s sharp eyes saw the faint jiggle in her thigh as she stood up and swung her leg over the saddle. And how she checked the fit of her corset upon sitting, tugging the tight leather and whale bone down. …. A few hours separated the pair’s next meeting, along with a chase by the ghostly riders of the wild hunt and a meeting with the powerful Emperor of Nilfgaard. “You’ve been informed by the Emperor?” Yennefer asked Geralt as he walked into her chambers at the Vizima palace. He was in a tight set of black hose and dublet, Nilfgardian court fashion. It showed off his muscles well and Yennefer felt herself getting moist at the sight. A hundred years old she might be, but the sorceress had the libido of her maiden’s body and hadn’t had sex in months. His lean muscles, his dangerous scars, his growling voice, the glowing predator’s eyes, all of it was combining to make her wet as a bride on her wedding day. Yennefer needed her brains fucked out desperately by him, all the old emotions of him caring for her swirling back. But she pushed the urge down, still feeling angry and bitter over the knowledge he’d slept with Triss...and terrified to be seen without her corset. A pang of bitter anger hit her stomach and Yennefer soothed it, hand darting to a small box on her desk and drawing out a succulent chocolate cookie. “Yes, Ciri’s is both alive back in our world,” the Witcher said with a shake of his head, “I can barely believe it. Why would she return?” “We don’t know, but if she’s here, well...she’s my daughter Geralt, not in blood but in everything that matters,” Yennefer told him, “and I *munch* am going to do everything I can to help her.” “Of course, she’s my daughter too in all that counts. But Yenn...are you alright? You’re not acting like yourself,” Geralt asked. Yennefer felt her cheeks color, to her shame. She had the urge to read his mind, but was certain she already knew what he was thinking. He was surely examining the damage done to her body by months of over eating, comparing the lardy she-walrus with the slender, nymph-like woman he’d once loved. Gods she’d gotten fat, every ounce of this wobbling jiggle disgusted her with every moment. She’d had to change and bathe after the flight from the wild hunt due to how sweaty she’d gotten and every moment had been agony, touching her newly soft and jiggling belly… “I’m fine, truly. Just a bit *munch* distracted,” Yennefer said, swallowing a cookie, not thinking about what number it was, “Ciri has me worried is all…” Unfortunately her corset had been damaged in the flight, an errant branch ripping a panel. Yennefer hadn’t had her mending cantrip prepared that day either and had stubbornly refused to buy more, denying that she truly needed it. So she was forced to speak to Geralt without its constraining effect, to her shame. The sorceress had changed into a long black gown with white pinstripes, her favorite colors. Unfortunately the Yennefer it had been stitched for was quite a bit bigger, making it snug as a glove. Pinstripes were supposed to lead the eye up to pert breasts or down to girlish hips, the snug and low cut gown showing both off quite well. Unfortunately the dress was cut for her old tiny, 20 inch waist and while it could fit her fuller one, she’d had to suck her stomach in to get it laced up. Even fully laced, the new roundness at her belly was quite plain to see through the thin fabric. She had it sucked it and it still wasn’t completely flat! Gods, it was disgusting, soft as her breasts and somehow bouncier. Worse, this was one of her looser dresses. Yennefer had to confront the fact that she’d have to secure newer, larger clothes if she wasn’t able to get this problem in hand and soon...yet more reasons to find Ciri! “She gave me a great gift, love for a daughter, that I’d thought I’d never have,” Yennefer finished, eating another cookie to cover her horrific embarrassment at looking like such a pig, “but we’ve got some evidence for her location, come…” Together they looked over evidence of Ciri’s reappearances in the neutral city of Novigrad, the war torn land of Velen and the Skellige Isles. Always their adopted daughter, a tall green eyed lass with ashen hair, appeared in a flash of light pursued by ghostly horsemen. Geralt stood quite close to Yennefer, who’s face began to redden. Despite her anger, despite her shame, she was still very, very attracted to him. Her pale face began to flush, while her enlarged nipples hardened, beginning to poke through the thin fabric. While she didn’t mind the extra bust size, the way they showed off her arousal annoyed her deeply, making her feel like her sexuality was out of control. The Sorceress went to eat another cookie to cover her arousal, focusing on the oncoming sugar and spice instead, only to find she’d run out of them. Nimble fingers flickered inside the tin, only to accidentally knock it to the ground! Her eyes widened in shock and shame, the sorceress forget her telekinesis and lurched for the tin only to be stopped by a loud, undeniable rip from her midsection. Yennefer froze solid, as if she’d been caught by the White Frost itself, barely noticing Geralt swiftly snatching the tin out of mid air. “Careful there, its a nice tin. Enchanted to make more sweets, right?” the gruff Witcher asked, “I recognized it from when you were tutoring Ciri…” Yennefer gulped, words failing her for once. He was going to say something terrible to her and the only way to stop it was by admitting it. “I...let’s deal with the elephant in the room, yes?” Yennefer asked calmly, “You can go on and say it, I already know.” “...Say what Yen?” he asked her, eyebrow arched. She glared, a petulant gesture but one she couldn’t stop. “I’m fat, Geralt,” she seethed, poking her side. Her dress had ripped vertically, a pinstripe coming apart to reveal a bulge of soft white flesh. “I’ve put on a full stone and its made of pure lard. I’m hideous, the size of a bridge troll,” the angry mage seethed, breathing in deep for a diatribe, “so don’t go pussy footing around and thinking you can hide your disgust over my slovenly, flabby form behind your stoic facade. I’m certain you are ready to run off to that ginger floozy with her flat stomach and hard thighs and I...mmmmmm.” Geralt surprised her, leaning in quick as a cat and kissing her. Witcher’s were mutants, suffused with magic and their skin hummed to a mage, to Yennefer the kiss brought a full body tingle that relaxed her tensed muscles and deflated her ire. “Yen, you look good,” the witcher told her as she broke away. “I...you’re lying, you must be,” she insisted, words stammering, “I’m a wreck, a freak and I… Oh.” She’d reached out to touch his mind, to prove she was lying. And all she’d gotten was an image of him taking her from behind, fingers digging deep into her softer hips. Again, her pale cheeks flushed, this time in lust. “I suppose you aren’t lying,” she admitted, with girlish bashfulness, “still though, an explanation is in order.” “I’m not going to lie and say I’m not surprised, this is the last thing I’d expect to happen to you. Are you cursed?” he told her, “its hard to tell given the amount of enchanted items you carry…but you working for Nilfgard, is the Emperor cursing you? “Partly. I...didn’t quite have an option. Unlike you, I teleported into the south without a memory. I was found by the Nilfgardian intelligence service and kept at a chateau until they restored me,” Yennefer said, leaving out the immense and delicious amount of food she’d been plyed with during her stay to keep her docile, “and I...had to swear an oath on my power to work with the Emperor for Ciri’s sake. And for further insurance, I had to submit to a leash…” “A leash?” Geralt asked, raising an eyebrow. Yennefer didn’t need telepathy to know what he was thinking, she herself instantly thought of her softened body, totally bare and wearing a dog’s leash… “Not like that, but yes. A leash, you were probably too busy staring at my breasts but I’ve got a new choker.” She tapped the silver pentagram she wore, its metal gleaming and new. “I can’t cast any sort of beauty spell on myself. Nilfgaard kept its sorceress’ plain and ugly to keep them under control. I’m able to manage my nails and my hair and skin but...weight is a different issue,” Yennefer sighed, tapping the soft fat roll spilling through her ruined dress, “especially as I…well because I eat a bit much. It’s extra motivation to find Ciri quickly, as I grow uglier and uglier…” Born a poor farm girl, despised for many deformities, Yenn had developed a sweet tooth upon her first access to deserts during her training as part of the beautiful elite. And when she got stressed, she dealt with stress by eating. Normally a weight loss spell every few weeks kept her belly suitably flat but now that she couldn’t...and Geralt had put his arms around her shoulders. “Yennefer, some fat isn’t going to make you ugly,” Geralt told her solemnly, “if anything, it suits you.” Yennefer froze, face going beat red as a virgin on her wedding night. That someone could like this...this blubber stupefied her. Yet he wasn’t lying, she could tell that...Gods why must this happen to her? Now? She’d been angry with him over sleeping with her friend, angry with her friend, angry increasingly at herself...ugh, if only she were thinner, she’d take him here and now… Her fingers absentmindly searched the insides of the cookie tin, finding with glee that the tin had had enough time to make another treat. “But anyway, that’s not important. We’re going to find Ciri and get her safe,” she gulped, stepping away quickly and popping more food into her mouth, “there’s three places she might be, Velen, Skellige and Novigrad. I suggest you start in Velen, I’m going to try *munch* Novigrad and we should meet there…” Yennefer stepped away quickly, not quite trusting herself. Because what she hadn’t mentioned was that an old friend of hers was in the free city of Novigrad, someone she needed to have very cross words with...but first, Yennefer needed to figure out if she was angrier at Geralt or Triss for the cheating...and which one she wanted to have sex with the most...

Chapter 1: 32F-24-36 ______________________________ Her hand trembled as she placed the large, flat box on the table and slowly, falteringly opened it to reveal the doughnuts within. A double dozen; glazed, tormenting her. The bulky brunette sighed, the tears welling in her eyes as she took the first doughnut and inspected it. "Where's the glamour in this?" she muttered to no one in particular. The sugar rush on her lips was intense and familiar, triggering the binge that swiftly followed. Food addiction had taken over her life. Twenty minutes later only crumbs remained in the box and the brunette, clad in forgiving sweatpants lay crumpled on the floor sobbing tears of humiliation and regret. "How can I have done this to myself?" –––––––––––––––––––– "That's it Kelly-May. Perfect. You're a total goddess. True perfection" The photographer was the only one talking in the East London photostudio and his words were accompanied solely by the 'blink' of the flash units going off, the high-pitched whine of the units recharging and the whirr of fans blowing across the set. In front of him, on the other side of the camera, stood a total goddess. Kelly-May Poplar was the rising star of UK glamour modelling. Having won a 'Search for a Glamour Star" competition just over a year earlier, the 20 year old Londoner had rapidly become one of the most in demand Page 3 Girls and, in hushed tones, was being talked about as one of the all-time greats. She had just signed an exclusive 12 month contract with Bonkers Magazine for a rumoured six figure sum and her life had become a whirlwind of VIP parties and exotic travel. Kelly-May smiled, a mix of girl-next-door charm and coquettish sex symbol. She moved through her poses, her elegance and poise the result of years of dance classes. Her looks were dramatic; the drop-dead gorgoeus brunette was half-Portuguese and was frequently compared to the actress Anne Hathaway in terms of looks. Below the neck, however, Kelly-May couldn't be any more different. 32F-24-36 Those statistics spoke for themselves. And so much had been written about those incredible, all-natural breasts. She was slender and fine-boned but blessed with bountiful, full, fabulous breasts. She had won the genetic lottery. The photographer came to the end of his run. "I think we got what we need" smiled the photographer, "come and take a look" Kelly-May smiled as she confidently strode over to gather round the laptop with the photographer and his team. She was a woman comfortable in her own skin. The photographer's assistant scrolled through the captured images on the laptop. Kelly-May beamed and kissed the photographer playfully on the cheek. "I don't know how you do it, Ian, but you make me look amazing" Ian visibly blushed. "Well, it's because I only work with the best. One of these shots will get used for a Page 3 feature next week, the others will go into the Bonkers website they are building for you" "That's great" replied Kelly-May. "Tell my agent all the details. We'll get the next shoot lined up after that, OK?" Before Ian could reply, Kelly-May was already striding torwards the dressing room, her eyes briefly resting on the untouched table of food, mostly sweets and pastries, to one side of the studio. She could still remember the mantra her agent taught her when she signed with her agency. The two golden rules: don't get fat and don't lose the boobs. ––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––– By the following Tuesday, the editor and picture editor at a well-known, tabloid newspaper were choosing the image they would print the following day on Page 3. "She looks amazing" cooed the picture editor pointing out the image where Kelly-May was the epitome of slim, stacked perfection. "That's got to be the one" agreed the editor "I tell you what, if that girl can hold it all together, she's gonna be a massive star" The picture editor nodded "I knew she was going to be big when she won the competition. I'll get this one over to the caption team and we'll figure something witty and topical" he chuckled. "Yeah, but no politics, OK?" reminded the Editor "We got so much stick for that. Run something about that female pop star who has got fat" –––––––––––––––––––––––––––––– Kelly-May still lived with her parents. And breakfast was a family affair. The newspaper had been delivered and Kelly-May, drinking her first coffee of the day, immediately turned to Page 3. She had become used to the idea of a photo of her topless appearing across almost an entire day and she smiled, feeling satisfied at what Ian and his team had achieved. Her eyes turned to the caption, something that normally passed her by, but this time caught her attention: Kerry-May was saddened to hear about the plight of overweight teen pop star Zoe Davies. She said: 'I wish her all the luck in the world with losing the weight. I hope she gets all the hope possible" "What the fuck?" muttered Kerry-May to nobody in particular. "I didn't say that!" Kerry-May knew who Zoe Davies was. As one third of the all-girl band In Trinity, she had lit up the charts with a string of number one hits two years earlier. The tour which followed was overloaded with both expectation and too many dates. And when a vocal strain knocked Zoe off the tour, a steroids prescription resulted in a rapid weight gain that paved the way to depression and Zoe's once flawless figure being consumed by a perfect firestorm of compulsive overeating. Dumped by the band management and replaced, Zoe had eaten her feeling with predictable results. The previous week the tabloids had all run paparazzi shots of a sad, bloated Zoe being led into a weight loss clinic. Kerry-May paused, looking at the caption, puzzled at who wrote it, but suddenly very aware that she and Zoe were somwhow now linked to one another. [to be continued...]

Anyone else watch the new Fantasy Island?? The newscaster just… wants to eat a buffet! As soon as she said she just wanted to eat as much as she wanted without gaining, I was like… 😳💕🐷 but what if gaining…??

Hello! Looking to try out modeling here, so i'm looking for some reputation points. Here's some pics of my belly.

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Hi guys! Im on this site very long time but in read only from another account) So... i decided to gain some weight, always wanted and... want to share with you my road, idk how much i can gain weight but we will see. Also i'm a transgender girl, i dont find a section for transwoman so i make thread here. I recorded my first video and upload some photos here Hope u dont blame me... I live in Russia and people here really dont like LGBT people(( What do you think, how much should i gain? My weight now - 60kg my youtube - https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCBaUUYuFwdT6s0KX56_sQ4g

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