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trying to take and post more qt pix of myself this year so here’s a belfie i took while getting ready on nye

Sexy sexy

Hahah Well... I waaas pregnant. I mean that may be the case hahahh but I haven't measured myself lately...

Feeling fluffy and cute! I finally squeezed into some workout clothes and decided to make a video of my attempt at crunches and push ups. Now I'm worn out and need a snack!

FUCKING HNNNNNNNNGGGG

Big belly 🐷🙊

Kelsey looks great in some new swimwear !

I feel like at least if I put on a sports bra.... It's almost the same thing as working out/exercising right?!!?! #toofatforworkout

It was a lazy late Winter morning. I was sprawled on the couch reading a novel and stealing glances at my roommate Chiara, seated on the armchair intently browsing a cheap magazine. Chiara and I had been sharing a small flat for the past two months and I had grown fond of her. Her central Italy accent did not bother me anymore and her cheerful demeanor provided a foil to my more serious countenance. Standing 5’6’’ with a weight fluctuating between 130 and 140 pounds, she was by no means fat, not even chunky, but the roundness of her cheeks and a small layer of pudge around her midsection teased a potential for growth. She was kind of top heavy, with round breasts and broad shoulders, but her calves were stout and powerful enough to give her figure a certain harmony. I had always been into fat ladies. I know they want to be called curvy, zaftig, voluptuous, soft… It doesn’t matter to me: they all have what I need, which is a good amount of lard. My “ideal weight” is usually 20 pounds higher than a girl’s ideal one. Chiara had been considerably heavier as a foreign exchange student in Spain, but had lost most of the weight after coming back to Italy. Sure, I had seen a couple of pictures and she had looked hot then, but now, stuck with a meager allowance from her parents down in The Marches, she could not afford to indulge. My train of thoughts was interrupted. “Nothing, yet,” she mumbled. “Too bad…” I peered above the pages of my book. “What are you looking for?” “A job.” She absentmindedly scratched the roll of fat peaking over her jeans. “There’s nothing here.” She pouted, her full cheeks giving her a cute expression. “Well,” I reasoned. “You have a degree in Literature, after all. What do you expect?” Her frown deepened. “Hostess… Promoter… Lousy, stupid jobs!” “I think you should lower your expectations.” She was not paying attention. “Wait! What’s this?” She read an ad more carefully. “St. John’s Day eating competition?” I waved a hand. “Yeah, yeah… It is on June 24th, over four months from now. People stuff their faces and…” My voice drifted away, realizing this could be my opportunity to fulfill a wet dream. “The prize is 3.000 Euros,” Chiara kept on reading. “Whoever eats the most wins…” The fattest pig gets the award, right. “Do you feel up to the task?” Chiara stood. “I could always try, right?” She ran a hand over her soft tummy. “No harm in that and it could be fun.” “What makes you so sure?” I shifted my weight on the sofa and raised my eyebrows. “It sounds kind of…” I bit my lip, suppressing a smirk. “Hard.” “Nonsense. I've always had a big appetite, after all. You remember how big I got on that exchange trip?” She patted her pudgy stomach. “That prize is exactly what I need. I already feel richer.” And fatter. “Ok, if you really want to.” Images of Chiara stuffing her face and ending up with a bloated belly flooded my mind. Something stiffened in my pants. “If you’re that serious about this, then you should probably train.” My erection was growing, making it impossible for me to stand. “You don’t know what kind of opponents you are facing.” “That’ll be even funnier,” she beamed. “I could start right now! I remember packing away so much comfort food during exam weeks in school. Whole meals like it was nothing... You know, I've never really tried to see how much I can eat in one sitting. Maybe it'll be the secret talent I never knew I had. ” “Well, I just went shopping.” I gestured towards the kitchen. “You know the way.” Chiara trotted towards the food. My eyes lingered on her broad shoulders, drifting down to her thick thighs. Where would she grow first? My money was on boobs and belly, which had already a good head start, but genetics is unpredictable more often than not. The cupboard door slammed in the kitchen. I shook my head, took a deep breath and got up. It took me a while to adjust my jeans over my outrageous erection. I briefly considered taking a shower, a very cold one, but I opted for a long walk, instead. The microwave buzzed cheerfully as I left the flat.

having a lot of fun making videos can you guess how much cake i ate

I don’t show my butt enough

Ill just leave this here. A little something I created in Photoshop.

CHAPTER 1: THE EX It was becoming a routine trip every few months or so. Shopping for new clothes in way bigger sizes than ever before. Of course, I would never complain to my 250-pound wife who was so happy to be married, comfortable and content with her plus size body. But little did Liz know that family and friends were starting to gossip about her massive weight gain since we met seven years ago. It's amazing, really. Staring at her as she waddled through the aisles in her hot pink dress, looking for XXL pants...or was she now a 3XL? Her huge, fluffy arms spilled out of the dress. Lack of sleeves showed you her stretch marks underneath and the soft fat trembling as she gestured to outfits she liked. Liz's double belly looked like it was about to rip through the threads of the dress. She's so perfectly round with a fat rear end to match, not to mention the cellulite dimples that were visible through the skin tight cloth. Let's not forget those "cankles" she didn't have when we started dating. You almost feel tired for her as she continues to walk through the mall, asking what we would feast on for lunch. Her beautiful face is the cherry on top. Big, brown eyes with a cute nose, lush lips and platinum blonde hair she just touched up a week ago. She had a bright smile to go with chubby cheeks and thick double chin that of course, she didn't have when we started dating. Liz was lucky to be born with Latina genetics and used to be a Mexican bombshell in society's standards. Back in 2009, she stood at 5'5", 120 pounds and had some sweet curves to go along with that frame. Every weekend, she stopped the show at the bars downtown and the clubs where she danced without a care after a few drinks. From what her friends say, guys used to drool and line up for her phone number. Well, things have surely changed. We just celebrated our one-year anniversary as husband and wife. Liz worked her butt off (literally) to fit into that wedding dress. since we started dating in 2010, she transformed from the 120-pound hottie to a chunky and round bride at 200 pounds flat. 80 pounds in just six years and you can imagine the looks she got on her wedding day from relatives who had not seen her in a decade or more. You could almost hear the whispers. "Oh my God, did she put on the pounds," said an aunt. "No way that's Liz," said a cousin. "She is a total blimp! What happened?," asked a friend from high school. But Liz didn't give a damn. She floated down the aisle with the confidence of Ashley Graham, like a superstar plus size model on payday. That white dress survived that night and we had the best sex ever. She was full of rich food, wedding cake and champagne. She probably put on 10 pounds that weekend alone. The mound of flesh I felt on top of me can't be described. She loved it too. "Squeeze my belly baby! Hold it up," she yelled. You know what happens next. Fast forward to today. A gain of 50 more pounds in a year. That's what my friends say marriage will do to you but I did not expect this. She bought a few outfits from Torrid but wanted to treat me to a stop at the lingerie store. "Let's see if I can pick up something sexy for us honey," Liz teased. We walked into the store and I wondered how she would find anything her size. But the thought aroused me already. "Well, hello Rob." I turned around and did a double take. It was my ex-girlfriend. I had not seen her in about ten years. She was stunning. Long, curly black hair, dark sexy eyes, big lips and amazing dimples. A Brazilian baddie. She lost some weight after our breakup. Guess I was the cause of her gain apparently. She stood at 5'6" and 130 pounds but toned and showed off a booty that you couldn't miss. Her legs and arms looked slender but soft. Her breasts were full and her belly looked flat but you could tell she would look awesome as a BBW. "Uh, hi Stella. What are you doing here?," I asked awkwardly. "I'm the manager here. You looking for something?," Stella asked as she looked around to see who I came with. "I'm here with my wife. So...," I responded but needed to get the hell out of here. "What's up, babe? I lost you," Liz said as she waddled over to us. Stella looked her up and down in awe. "I'm sorry dear. I was just...," I was screwed at this point. "Hello there. I'm Stella, the store manager. Do you need help finding anything?," she asked with a mischievous grin. "Sure. Do you have this in a 2XL?," my wife said without shame. "I'll go check in the back and get you into a fitting room," Stella said before walking away real slow, turned around and smiled at me. Damn she is fine. The next hour was very awkward but these two women turned me on like no other. The last time I had been with Stella was in 2008. We dated for 2-3 years and she herself ballooned from 130 to 185. Her face was the type to do not show much gain but her ass and legs benefited mostly. She blamed me for her weight gain before we ended things. Now here she was, gawking at my 250-pound wife as she handed her the 2XL lingerie piece that we all knew showed all the goodies. You could hear Liz huffing and puffing as she tried to take off her clothes in the room. She asked me to come in to help. "Honey, a little assistance please," she whined. I walked in and my jaw dropped as her two bellies shook and her thunder thighs quivered under her. We tried to pull up the lingerie piece up her legs and it barely rose up. We finally got it over her stomach and large, succulent breasts. I couldn't help but to hug her and give her a kiss on the neck. But the outfit was just too tight and not comfortable for her. "Damn it. This is hot. But it's just too small for me," Liz said with a sad face. "It's okay honey, I would have ripped it off anyways," I said as I squeezed a chunk of her fat ass. I walked out behind her to the front of the store. Liz's body jiggled in her dress proudly. Stella stopped her in her tracks. "Did everything work out?," she asked. "Thanks, but maybe I'll come back," Liz replied. "I can look for a 3XL if that's what you want, sweetie," Stella shot back. Uh oh. Liz frowned and looked at me. "I know Rob likes his women bigger so don't be embarrassed," Stella said. "Excuse me?," Liz was in shock. "Well, we used to date for a while and I put on 50 pounds. I'm sure the same thing happened to you and some change," Stella smirked. My super-sized wife and the hot ex-girlfriend stood toe to toe. What the hell do I do now?

without photoshop, there's still a big booty http://forum.phun.org/index.php?threads/kim-kardashian-at-a-beach-in-malibu-for-a-photoshoot-1-22-18-mq.2250435/ http://www.dailymail.co.uk/tvshowbiz/article-5303803/Kim-Kardashian-dons-completely-dress.html

Trying on new bikinis for holiday....when I should be getting ready for work 🙈🙈🙈

http://forum.phun.org/index.php?threads/demi-lovato-at-lax-1-22-18.2249230/

Mickey had known that the prep for her return was not going to be easy, but it was even more of a work-out than she had imagined. It was one thing to eat a full meal, another to binge, and still another to eat almost the entire day. Ray had her eating from the minute she woke up to the moment she went to bed: big breakfasts, lunches, and dinners, with plenty of snacks thrown in between each. She had never been so stuffed in her life as she was that first day, and two weeks in, things were only marginally easier; this was mostly due to how much her belly was stretching out than anything else. On the sixteenth day of prep, she woke up groggy and somewhat bloated; a midnight meal had done her in. She rolled over in bed and found her lover nowhere to be found, but the smell of hash down the hall told her where he was. A groan rattled out of her lips as she briefly considered staying in bed, only to ultimately choose against it; she did not want to get used to breakfast in bed. Mickey willed herself into action, and she managed to get herself into a sitting position at the edge of the mattress. In a less sleepy state, she might have acknowledged how such an act was beginning to feel awkward, but she could barely remember what day it was at that moment. Finally, she rose to her feet and stumbled to the bathroom, her eyes clouded with drowsiness. As soon as she reached the sink, the faucet activated and she cupped some water to splash in her face. The sudden burst of cold helped her come to her senses; a final yawn escaping her throat was the last of her tiredness leaving her. The Punk Princess took the moment to make a cursory study of her changing body. Two weeks and some change had done a number on her, which was to be expected; she had to average out at a pound a day. She was thickening up all over: her arms were fast losing their definition, her legs had a slight wobble to them, and even her face seemed puffy, though that could be attributed to sleeping wrong. Most impressive of all was her stomach, which was actually starting to stick out now; she was actually having trouble sucking it in. Her body seemed only bigger when she was clad in her silky shorts and top, which were feeling much tighter than before. “Looking good, sugar,” she greeted herself as she smiled at her reflection. Mickey reached down beside the sink and poured herself a glass of water to go with her medicine. GWF was strict when it came to substances, to the point that they had suspended wrestlers who were using doctor-mandated prescriptions, but she had been given the okay to use this particular brand of appetite enhancers. They helped boost her not insignificant appetite to new levels, which, when combined with the weight gain shakes she had throughout the day, were helping her reach her goal. After she washed her daily dose down, she sauntered over to the digital scale across the room and stepped on top. It took the computer a moment to finish its reading, and when it did, the screen read ‘142 lbs.’ An impressive gain for such a short time, but she was still far off from her goal; her current weight was still below the heaviest woman in the division. She cracked her neck from side to side as she walked out of the bathroom and said, “Well, won’t get anywhere by standing around. Let’s get to it, belly.” A quick trip to the closet later and she strut down the hall of her apartment in the baby blue robe her mother got her last Christmas. It was still quite roomy on her, but she could not wait for the day when she could no longer tie it around her girth. Mickey’s lips turned into a grin as she grew giddy thinking about where she was going to be at the end of the year. Ray was slaving over a hot stove as he finished the last of his lover’s breakfast. Mickey paused by the far counter and grinned as she watched him work in the old ‘Frankie Says Relax’ shirt that fit him about fifteen pounds ago. Now it clung to his tubby body like a second skin, and if he so much as moved the wrong way too fast, it would roll up to reveal a good strip of pudge. As delicious as her man looked, the spread he had prepared looked even better. Their modest table had been cleared of all the accumulated clutter to make room for the Violent Princess’s extravagant meals. The morning saw a stack of flapjacks at her placemat, a plate of sausage and eggs over hard beside it, yogurt with dark chocolate shavings mixed in, and two glasses behind everything. One was filled with orange juice, and the other was a tall, creamy shake purposefully designed to help Mickey along. It was a banana-flavored protein powder mixed with some peanut butter and whole milk to create a terrific taste. Unfortunately, given how sedentary she was aiming to be at the moment, any good the shake had was turned into calories for her growing body. “Babe, you missed you calling in life,” she remarked as she sauntered over to the table. “You could have been one hell of a cook.” The manager chuckled at that and told her, “I am an amazing cook, but I am an even better manager.” “Ain’t going to deny that,” Mickey laughed as she sat down. No sooner had she picked her fork up than Ray brought over a steaming, sizzling plate of hash fried to golden perfection. She was about to ask for something else, but Ray was quick to bring over the ketchup bottle she had in mind. “You know me too well.” “All part of the job,” he replied cheekily as he sat across from her with his usual bowl of cereal and grapefruit. The couple ate at their own paces: Ray took his sweet time while he talked about what was going on in the business; Mickey was so focused on cleaning her plate that she only really managed a muffled reply now and then. Despite having wildly disproportionate meals, they finished at about the same time, with the punk wrestler patting her stomach. “That was top notch as always,” she hummed in contentment as she massaged her growing belly. “My compliments to the chef.” “Well, don’t compliment me just yet,” he replied as he cleared the plates. “After all, you still need to eat some more.” Mickey looked up with a raised eyebrow and asked, “Really? Because I just ate enough for three people, Ray. I’m stuffed.” Her partner shook his head. “I don’t think so, mi princesa. See, by now you’ve gotten used to larger meals, so you think you’re stuffed despite having some more room. It’s time we think about upgrading your meals a bit; can’t stay at the same level forever.” The logic made sense, or so she told herself, and the stubborn woman nodded. “All right then, let’s see what you’ve got. You want me to eat, I’ll eat, but it better be good.” “Oh, it will,” Ray retorted at the challenge. At that moment, the timer on the oven rang, and he went back into the kitchen, leaving Mickey to herself. If she really asked herself, she knew that she had not eaten her fill just yet, but there was trouble in admitting that. They were barely two weeks into this program and she was eating enough for a small family. And this was only April; her head swam at how much she would be gorging on when the big eating months rolled around. Her manager returned from the kitchen carrying a modest pizza; modest in size, at least. The sauce was biscuit gravy, the cheese was quite thick, and chopped up sausage and eggs littered the top. When Ray put a slice in front of her, it made her mouth water and her eyes go wide. “Eat up, my dear,” he told her with a soft shoulder rub. “I’m going to clean the dishes, so let me know if there’s anything else I can get for you.” As he turned to leave, Mickey reached out and tapped his wrist. “I could really use a fork…and some of that spicy salsa.” “You got it,” the stout man replied with a grin. Left to her own devices with the pizza, the wrestler stared down the dish and gave it a sneer. “You ain’t shit, breakfast pizza. I eat pieces of trash like you for…ah, screw it.” With that threat, she picked up the slice in front of her and bit it in half. And thus, her breakfast continued unabated. *** When she finished off the last bit of crust with a dollop of salsa, Mickey slouched in her chair and groaned. She gazed down at her plate, head swimming a bit, and pumped her fists lazily into the air. Somehow, she had managed to fit the entire ten-inch pizza in, as well as a nice serving bowl of salsa. “Suck it, breakfast! I just whupped your ass!” she exclaimed before flipping the empty dish off. Ray walked back in with a grin and remarked, “You sure showed that food who’s boss.” The precocious punk cocked her lips in a smirk. “But of course. Was there ever any doubt?” “Besides the bellyaching you were doing before you ate it? None,” he answered tauntingly. As he collected the empty dish, he looked to her and asked, “Want to take a few minutes to digest before we get to exercising?” “God, please,” she groaned as she rubbed the bump in her stomach. All she wanted to do was wait a spell for her food baby to break up before she got to work. The manager leaned in to kiss her warm forehead before turning to leave the room. “I’ll go ahead and pack up your bag.” “You’re the best, Ray!” “I know.” Mickey was feeling more able and willing after about twenty minutes, so she went into the bedroom to change. She opted for a black sports bra underneath a baggy t-shirt and some navy yoga pants, plus some fingerless gloves. Her dark hair was pulled back into a ponytail, though she left some strands loose to give her a wild look. It was amazing how these clothes still fit her after piling on so much weight so soon; she would have to find the person who invented spandex and shake their hand. Team Ramone lived not that far from a gym that had everything a wrestler could need, including a ring; there was even a section for extreme weightlifters which included tires for flipping. That was Mickey’s destination, for she needed to build up a solid core and upper body as part of her new in-ring performance. Gone would be the days where she could do frog splashes and moonsaults from the top rope; it was time to focus on power moves. “So, you’ve got the routine down?” asked Ray as he walked in beside her. He was wearing a muscle shirt that hardly flattered his body and some basketball shorts. While Mickey would go off to do her own thing, he would not be far off; he wanted to be her spotter for when she got into the heavy lifting. The Violent Princess rolled her eyes at her lover. “Yes, Ray, I know the routine; we’ve only been over this a dozen times already.” “Just making sure,” he replied with a wave of the hands. “I’m going to hit the cycle for a bit, so you just come get me when you need back-up.” “Yes, Mom,” she retorted with a stuck-out tongue. As the two parted ways, Mickey made her way past the treadmills and stationary bikes with nose held high. She would work on them after she had worn out her upper body; they were of little importance to her now. As time went on, she would use them more to make sure her legs were strong enough to help her run around the ring. For now though, she was to drop them like a bad habit. First came a set of uppers: chin-ups, push-ups, and sit-ups; these would help to strengthen her core before she became too bulky to do them properly. She already had a strong core to begin with, as evidenced by her many bouts in the ring and recordings on Instafram, but the stronger her core was, the less likely it would be to vanish when she grew blubbery. After that, she took a few gulps of water and a healthy dose of her special shake. Mickey was bringing one with her every time she worked out, which was about the only time it was ever put to its intended use. Most of the time, it sat at her side when she lounged around the house. Following her short reprieve, she moved on to an empty space around the weights and scooped up some 25-lb. dumbbells. She worked on squats and lunges to continue working on her core, but the purpose was more to work her arms; get a good sweat going from her biceps and triceps. When she finished with those, she moved onto a leg lift so that she could give her lats and quads some burn. When she finally finished with all the equipment she could use on her own, she flagged down Ray, who had one eye on her at all times. He nodded to her, hopped off the cycle, and toweled off as he met up with his lover. The manager asked, “Ready?” “Always,” the punk grinned as she crossed over to a free bench. Mickey first prepared the bar with about fifty pounds on both sides and laid out on the cushioned bench. She knew that a hundred pounds was far from her heaviest, but she was not aiming to break any records, at least not today. All she wanted was to wrap up her routine so she could get home and relax her tired limbs; the only consolation was that this was a far cry from practicing moves in her spare time. “All right, princesa, let’s see what you’ve got,” Ray said, sounding like a starting gun to her ears. She hefted the bar up and down with relative ease, raising and dropping it at an even clip. It was so easy for her that she was able to hold up a conversation as she worked. Her eyes glanced over to Ray as she asked, “So, what’re you thinking?” “Just that we’ve got about fifty more weeks to go,” he answered as he watched her. “I’m actually surprised you’ve been doing so well with this; most people wouldn’t be able to jump in at a moment’s notice.” “You really think I was running into this all blind?” the punk asked with a sly grin. “Please give me some credit, Raymundo: I’ve been planning this for a while; Dave bumping up the schedule did little to change the plans.” This made him raise an eyebrow. Ray knew that Mickey had done some prep work before all this; she had to if she wanted to make a compelling case. The way she put it, it sounded like a lot more than just a few weeks. “Exactly how long have you been figuring this out?” “Probably since Fall Free for All,” she answered with a slight grunt as she hefted the bar up over her head. “That was when I started looking into what it would take to pile on weight quickly, from foods to medicine to alternative methods. After that, all I needed was to figure out how to spin it into a good angle, and that was where you came in.” That made a lot of sense, and the explanation left Ray shaking his head. Of course Mickey did all the research before bringing it up to him; he was lucky she even brought it up at all before deciding to go ahead with the gimmick. As much as he was her ‘manager’, the punk wrestler was quite capable of getting stuff done with her own bullheadedness. “Okay, chief, little help here,” Mickey huffed as she held the bar over her head with trembling arms. Ray was quick to hop up and relieve her, at which point she let her arms flop to her sides like wet noodles. “Christ, I don’t know how John Henry can do that.” “Hey, he’s got to do something to be able to swing two sledgehammers like they were whiffle bats,” the stout manager shrugged. “How you feeling?” “Like I need a shower and an afternoon on the couch,” she groaned as she managed to lift herself from the bench. “And I’m really hoping you’ll join me.” “For which part?” he asked with a grin. Mickey met his question with a sly wink and a light slap to the arm. “What do you think? I want to get a very personal opinion on how I’ve been developing.” “Then the shower it is,” Ray chuckled as he wrapped an arm around Mickey’s softening waist.

From her Twitter: "Missing bae"

It is horrific, many of my friends have died. I am lucky to be alive and enjoy everyday that I am.

Holy crap!! What a find! That is an incredible comparison. I can't believe how huge her waist is.. She is blowing up to epic proportions. Even though she's 5'2", there's no doubt she's gotta be well over 200 lbs. She's doing this now on purpose? Are subs to her ** encouraging her to eat and get fat? Only reason why I ask is I've noticed recently almost every social media post of hers has her eating or something to do with food. Is she a feedee now??? Wonder how long she intends to keep gaining....

Looks like she’s been finding a lot of extra chicken nuggets in her bags.

My belly tonight

I guess I missed the news, but apparently about a week ago Marion made it OFFICIAL that she´s coming out of retirement and joining the WTA tour next year, her goal is to be ready for a tournament in Miami in March, other than that her goals are to compete in the French Open and Wimbledon and also get on the Fed Cup team for France. The thumbnail for the 1st video is what Marion looks like right now in her tennis gear. Notice how thick she looks in the start of this 3rd video.

I think she gained some weight. She better be careful or she might become a bigger favorite on here.

almost too fat for my favorite line of tights 💁🏻 i'm liking how they look though!

Ewa Sonnet is gorgeous. I love her slim body and her big natural boobs. I would marry her for sure. I would suck on her big boobs every day and have great sex with her every day.

170 cm(5'6'') Around 85 Kg(187 lbs) BMI: 29.41 overweight Massive belly, arms and thighs... Is enough to be plus size? Anyway, she's going to lose a lot of weight, with that body she clearly can't compete in the WTA circuit...Her return exhibition match is set in March, we'll see

Well, the Curvage chat is certainly topically-compatible. While it could be a bit livelier in terms of active, open conversation, that just means it needs a bit more love. https://www.curvage.org/forum/index.php?/curvagechat/ It's also integrated directly into the Curvage website architecture, so you can still be actively in the chat room while navigating the rest of Curvage as usual.

Indeed. This may prove to be a fine piece of weight gain literature.

HER. THIGHS.

And the gifs (1 2 3 and 4)

Released more of a September video.

You think I gained 100lbs in less than a year for money?!!!! LMAOOOOOOOOOOOO. If you know of my journey you'll know that I suffered horrifically from Lyme Disease for 4 years and almost lost my life multiple times. I seizured daily and was mostly bedridden for 4 years, spent over $40k on treatments and some of the best Dr's in the world in 2 years. My body became emaciated as I was unable to digest solid food for a long time and Dr's almost put a port in my stomach as my weight plummeted to 92lbs. I went through periods where I couldn't walk, talk, or even sit up. My Mom and Grandma had to take care of me from the age of 28-30, sometimes having to bathe me and spoon feed me, I was too weak to even get to up brush my teeth. When I was able to walk I would shake like I had Parkinson's, I had limited functioning of my arms and legs, I spent most of my time in a room with blackout curtains because light was too bright for me, clothing hurt my skin when it would touch it, sounds were too loud and I used earplugs most of the time, I couldn't watch tv or read a book for 4 years because it was overstimulating. I suffered horrific hell that nobody should ever experience, but I am well now.... with that said... Yes I earn money off of fetishes, I started filming clips in 2011 starting with sneezing a fetish that I not only enjoyed but also did earn good money off of (isn't it everyone's dream to earn money doing something they enjoy?). I dabbled in other fetishes and also FemDom (I was a ProDomme at the age of 20 helping run a dungeon here in Seattle) which I also enjoy a great deal. I was able to quit my crappy $10/hr job with no benefits and work over fulltime (generally 60 hours a week filming, editing, uploading to various sites, skyping, promoting, etc.) and pay off my car, all my old debt, help my pets with their medical needs and special diets to keep them well, build a beautiful garden and sitting area in my old backyard (which I did all the hard labor btw), I was able to finally go on a vacation for the first time in my life after growing up extremely poor. Being able to run my own business and have a lot of fun doing it while providing a service for people who enjoyed it as well was the best decision I ever made in my life. Like I said I spent $40k on medical treatments to get well and during most of that time I could not work. A lot of the past year or two when I did put out clips I was extremely sick still but I was able to hide it quite well in order to put out the best content I possibly could. When I film I have the consumer in mind, if I am not enjoying it and feel like the consumer isn't going to enjoy it then it will show on camera and I will never put out a clip I do not feel is in the best interest of me or the person watching it. So yes I film other fetishes, yes I get paid to do it... it takes me about 3 hours to film, edit, and upload a 10 minute clip, then there comes promotion and answering emails about the clip... I deserve to be getting paid for my time. I am well over $100k in medical debt from 20+ hospital stays alone last year and I am determined to pay it off and not take the easy route and declare bankruptcy, I know what I am capable of and I am a hard worker. By the way.... when you become emaciated and you eat again your body goes into store mode and starts to store whatever you put in it. That is how I gained so fast and so much, I could eat healthy and still gain, I could eat whatever I wanted and gain more. I did not gain weight for money and I never would, in fact that would be incredibly stupid because you risk putting your health at risk and after all I have been through that is that absolute last thing I want to do.

I think I can still lean on my old, stock response.

OK, I've added a fair bit of poundage in this one. Notice her bigger hips, as well as a considerably fatter belly with obvious fuller underwear that is under stress. I think at this weight, Taytay's belly will be hanging considerably lower than this morph suggests and she will be looking even more delicious. I estimate this weight gain to be roughly 30 to 35 pounds, but am very interested to hear everyone's opinions on this. Taytay, what do you think?

Here's a great pic of the chubby looking butterball Charli Evans! Here's some great Viper stuff too, since she's just arrived back in Japan for STARDOM, I hope she gets even bigger, there was one point that she was doing sumo wrestler stances against her Japanese foes. xD Here's another great image of just how big Viper is compared to Toni Storm, who would have a Viper sized spare tire if not for the fact that Toni's fat all hit her ass.

imagine still being a maebh truther after all this time

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Survival of the sluttiest

thought you guys might like a selfie! i've had a lazy sunday afternoon with my belly sprawled out in an old top