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First time sharing a photo so be kind. She ate a large dominos pizza only to regret the last few slices and lay about all evening with a major belly ache. She only stuffed down the last of it for me because she knows I love it. I obviously rubbed it better, it was rock solid and still is the morning after.

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/tvshowbiz/article-5500263/Kelly-Brook-flaunts-eye-popping-assets-skimpy-bikini.html

All i can say right now: mmmmmmm!

I can see myself easily gaining a shitton of weight thanks to all the Easter eggs I'm gonna devour...

I love my big fat belly 😍

until 2017

Just found out I am expecting my first child <3 such a blessing after what I went through. Wasn't expected, but sooooo happy! Guess what that means? I can stuff my face with all the burgers and taco bell I want ahahaahaahahaha

Stuffed to the brim 😁

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CAFÉ II

CAFÉ I

Hi Curvage! I wanted to share some art links of mine if that's okay. I've been cartooning stuck scenarios privately for a long time, but decided to take it public, see if there's any interest in it. I have comics planned as well. Not sure if I keep everything contained to this thread or start one in the comics board when the time comes. If you like round women in tight squeezes, enjoy! https://squeezymcsquashins.deviantart.com https://squeezymcsquashins.tumblr.com https://www.**.com/squeezymcsquashins Edit: I've got a twitter now too! https://twitter.com/squeezymcsquash Edit: And now an Amazon Kindle author page! https://www.amazon.com/author/squeezymcsquashins Edit: And a Gumroad for comics! https://gumroad.com/squeezymcsquashins

I love how fat her arms are in that first picture. I’ve got another to add. Notice how fat her hip/side ass area is on her left. She’s getting so big that she is now sitting within her hips.

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/tvshowbiz/article-5497599/The-Voice-Kelly-Clarkson-nabs-talented-powerhouse-Amber-Sauer.html

Apparently Loey has been travelling lately and here are some of her photos

I'm glad he's not suffering, but I think I'm gonna miss this guy. What a remarkable life he lived. Iconic Physicist Stephen Hawking Dies At 76

And an another photo comparison:

This is clearly a lie 😂 but DiGiorno is clutch

Thanks to Mickey’s timely message, Ray was not so surprised when he returned to the apartment with an armful of bags. He made his way into the living room, where the girls were still chatting and catching up with one another. At his arrival, Shinobu and KC turned to greet him, with the ebony entertainer offering to take some of the bags off his hands. “I got it, but thanks,” he answered with a grin. “This counts as weightlifting, after all.” “And you must be doing a lot of it, because those pythons are firming up,” KC snickered as she looked down at Ray’s bicep. The last time Shinobu and she had seen the man, he was rather portly and soft; now, he looked like he was training for GWE’s developmental program. Looking at Mickey, it became clear where those lost pounds went. The manager’s grin grew bigger and a light pink crossed his cheeks. “I picked up some stuff for you girls as well. Give me a few minutes, and I’ll have all lunch ready.” “Don’t keep me waiting too long, babe,” Mickey told him from the couch. “I feel like I’m wasting away here!” “Then I’ll whip up a quick shake to tide you over,” Ray retorted before departing for the kitchen. Shinobu glanced down at the empty glass on the table and cocked an eyebrow. “You’re going to have another? I felt full just tasting it!” Her Latina friend chuckled at the disbelief. “Believe you me, it grows on you as you grow from it. One of those used to be an entire meal, but now, I can easily do two and still have room for more.” “Dang, girl,” KC said with a low whistle. “I can see how you got so big in just a couple months. God, seventy-five pounds…you must be setting some kind of record for fastest gain or something.” “Nah,” Mickey replied with a shake of her head. “There’s some gainers I follow online that have absolutely ballooned while I’ve been doing this; ain’t no way I can keep up with them.” “Well, I’m dying to see how this all goes,” her tag partner decided as she slouched in her chair. “You’ve got to send us some updates now and then. Right, Shinobu?” The Japanese brawler nodded, but her focus was clearly elsewhere; specifically, Mickey’s blossoming curves. It was no secret that Shinobu preferred the company of women; there were more than a few people in the roster and crew that had some dalliances with her. She had never really pursued Mickey, partly because she did not want to interrupt what Team Ramone had going for them, but also because the Violent Princess had always been a little too lean for her tastes. Shinobu’s girls usually had some meat on them, even if it was just a slight layer of fat over hard muscles. Now that her on-screen rival had turned into a plump parody of herself, the Osakan could not tear her eyes away. It was not long before Ray called out from the kitchen and announced that lunch was ready. The visitors got up from their chairs easily while Mickey had to rock herself up to her feet, the act of which left her slightly winded and Shinobu blushing. When they went into the dining room, they sat on either side of their hefty hostess, who took her usual place at the head of the table like a queen. “So, to celebrate Mickey’s crossing the two-hundred-pound milestone, I decided to do a little something special,” the manager remarked as he strode into the room with a tray full of food. He set down a fish sandwich in front of Shinobu and a chicken salad for KC before delivering two quarter-pound cheeseburgers to his pride and joy. “Today, we’re going to have a two-on-one handicap gauntlet: Mickey, you’re going to eat two of everything I give you; you need to make it through everything, otherwise you’ll forfeit and won’t get your grand prize tonight.” “No Alabama Slam?” the corpulent champion asked with wide eyes. The girls snickered at that, which brought Ray’s blush back. “No Alabama Slam.” “Then bring it on!” Mickey declared as she picked up one burger and tore off a big bite. With the challenge accepted and the pudgy punk mowing through her first dish, her lover looked to their guests and said, “KC, Shinobu, feel free to help yourselves to anything out here; if you need anything, just let me know.” “Will do!” KC replied, Shinobu nodding along. As they ate their meals, they kept an eye on their friend as she made short work of the cheeseburgers. Seeing her eat so voraciously made them pick up their own pace, and Shinobu reached out for the bowl of chips that sat across from her. Suddenly, they were feeling a lot hungrier than when they first arrived. *** “Babe, I’m back!” Levi Hunter announced as he made his way into his hotel room to be greeted by the muffled voice of his wife in the bathroom. “Thank God! Bring it in.” Adjusting the pharmacy bag in his hand, he opened the door and found his wife in a less than picturesque form. Amanda Ericson was sitting on the floor in a complimentary bathrobe, her hair disheveled and make-up unapplied, and cheeks flushed from effort. She looked a sorry state, and her doting husband knelt down to wrap his arm around her shoulder. “You okay?” The rich woman groaned as she slumped into his embrace. “I swear I hacked up some intestine this time. I’m just praying it was some bad food from last night or a flu; I don’t think I could handle the alternative.” “Well, just in case, I got what you asked for,” Triple Threat told her as he fished through the bag and retrieved a pregnancy test. “Here you go.” Amanda accepted the box and rolled it around in her hand with disdain. It was not that she completely hated the idea that she was pregnant again; she just assumed that at forty-three years of age, she was done with it. With her work schedule as it was, she also did not like the idea of traveling cross-country while heavy with child. “Okay, give me a minute and I’ll be out,” she sighed as she cracked the seal on the box. Levi kissed his wife on the temple. “Take all the time you need.” The burly man let his love alone and sat on the bed after retrieving his tablet from the side table. A quick log-in and he was right back to where he left off before heading to sleep the night before; lots of business to go over for that night’s show. All that could wait, however, as a quick notification let him know of an update he was keeping his eye on. “All right, it’s up!” he quietly cheered as he went to his browser and pulled up Voluptuous.org’s forums. His favorite story had just been updated, and he was dying to see how Melody was adjusting to her life with a feeder roommate, girlfriend, and boss. No one, not even Amanda, knew about Triple Threat’s preferences, largely because he had only figured them out himself a couple years ago. One his buddies in Blue Mountain Wrestling had sent him a message with a link to a plus-size model’s webcam site as a joke; everyone knew what a gym rat Levi was. What his friend could not have known was that the twelve-time champion would be morbidly curious about the site and peruse some of the archived videos, which led him down a rabbit hole that seemed to have no end. Now, some two years since, Levi was leading a secret life as Helmzley, an avid fat admirer and patron to a good few models, artists, and writers. “No way,” he remarked softly as he read through the story before him. “Now her old roommate wants to fatten her up to? Goddamn, this girl is going to balloon.” He left an appreciative comment on the posting before closing the tab when Amanda came out of the bathroom. She seemed somewhat brighter than when he last saw her, and her lips were curling up and down, unsure if they should smile or frown. Levi slid off the bed and crossed over to put his hands around her waist. “What is it, Amanda?” She sniffled once or twice as she showed him the test. It was a clear positive. The Little Rich Girl managed to compose herself enough to say, “Guess we need to break out the crib again.” With that, the tired and nauseous woman fell into his chest and let her husband embrace her. Levi rested his head on her shoulder, his thoughts running a mile a minute. It had been years since their last kid; Grace was already eight years old, and their oldest, Nicole, was ten. On top of that, neither he nor Amanda were spring chickens anymore; by the time this kid graduated high school, the two of them would be in their sixties. It was a frightening prospect, but the idea of welcoming another child into the family made him happy beyond measure. All he knew was that they would take it one step at a time, whatever might happen. And maybe this time, Amanda won’t hit the gym so much. That prospect brought a smile to his face, as he imagined, for the first time, what his fitness freak of a wife would look like with the stereotypical mom bod. One step at a time though, he had to remind himself. One step at a time. *** Back in New Mexico, lunch had taken an interesting turn at Mickey and Ray’s place. The Violent Princess had done a number on the tag teams of food, but after a good hour of eating, it was clear that she was starting to falter. She was still devouring everything, but no longer with gusto or grazing between dishes; she could not afford to give up room for snacks and side dishes. This meant that there was more for her guests to pick at, and KC and Shinobu did just that. When they arrived, they had no intention of staying for lunch, but now, they seemed to have caught some kind of fever, because they were eating like they had not for days. Shinobu had devoured her fish sandwich in no time at all and KC wolfed down her salad like some kind of starving rabbit. Their hands were constantly refilling their plates with chips, fries, rolls, fruit, cheese, and all other accoutrements that lined the table. It was as if they recognized Mickey’s gluttony as a personal challenge, and they aspired to meet it with aplomb. Of course, neither woman could hope to match the finely-tuned eating machine that was Mickey Ramone. The Latina wrestler had managed to pack away more food than they had ever seen, and she still managed to go on even as she slowly reached her limit. Her gut, impressive regardless, had swollen nice and full with food, and it had grown into a caramel globe, a testament to her gluttony. “I don’t know how you’re managing this, Mick,” KC remarked as she dipped two steak fries in ketchup. “You’ve eaten enough to feed a whole family, I bet you.” Shinobu hummed in agreement, not quite willing to stop eating as yet. She dropped a skinned chicken bone to the plate, where it joined a small pile of its brethren. Spicy Buffalo sauce covered her lips but she did not clean them just yet; there were still a few more wings to be had. “I’ve been practicing, KC,” the punk replied with a huff as she finished a pair of pizza slices. One hand reached for her whole milk while the other reached down to caress her stuffed stomach. “The night I went on sabbatical, Lane took us out to a diner and I got a giant burger, fries, and shake; that one meal almost floored me for the evening. Now, I could probably three of those meals.” The curvaceous cruiserweight shook her head, amazed at how much her friend had changed in the last couple of months. She was still the same Mickey as ever, but no one could have imagined that this woman who had won countless titles throughout her career would want to trade that for ballooning up to a superheavyweight class. Still, KC had not seen the Violent Princess so excited over an angle; Mickey really was putting everything she had into it, and how could she not respect that? Ray returned to clear Mickey’s plate and replace it with two chicken sandwiches with biscuits instead of the usual bun. He spared a quick glance to KC and Shinobu, stunned at how these two women were trying to keep pace with his lover. Being around Mickey always seemed to make performers work harder; that still held true even outside the ring, apparently. “Can I get you girls anything else?” he asked, noticing that the snacks were running rather low. KC shook her head and gave an overdramatic groan. “I really shouldn’t; I need to be able to perform tonight, after all.” Shinobu, on the other hand, nodded. “Yes, please. Can I have milk and some of that pizza?” “We’ve only got whole milk, is that okay?” “Oh, yes. Whole milk is good, thank you.” KC’s eyes went wide as she realized that not only did her companion intend to keep eating, but that she was moving up to much more filling options. That was insane, yet at the same time, she knew that she still had some room left as well. Everything had been so good, and with her budget, she likely would not eat this good again in a while; it only made sense to splurge. “You know what? I think I’ll have some more too,” the ebony aerialist decided. “I’ll take some of that pizza too, and a soda, please.” Ray replied with a grin. “It’d be my pleasure.” When he left to go fill up the plates, KC looked around the table to survey the damage they’d done. Almost all the snacks and side dishes were gone, and that could not be blamed on Mickey; she had only eaten those for a bit before focusing on her tag team meals. No, the rest had been eaten by herself and Shinobu, and they were still hungry for more. How was that possible? She would have to worry about that later, as Ray came back with the pizza and drinks, and it all smelled delicious. *** “Are you throwing in the towel?” Nearly two hours after starting lunch, everyone at the table was stuffed to the gills. KC and Shinobu had managed to get through four slices of pizza between them before they had to call it quits, but Mickey kept going. Even she had her limits though, and she stared at the donut in front of her with appropriately glazed-over eyes. She lifted her hand to pick it up but felt gravity take a hold of her, so she dropped her hand back down to her side and groaned. One last donut, one measly donut, was all that stood between her and a night of explosive sex and cooling comfort. Yet she had no more energy left in her body; it took all her effort to just stay awake. “No…hell no,” she grunted as she tried to rock forward, only to be stopped by her boulder-like belly. “I don’t back down from nothing, least of all some tiny little donut.” “Maybe you just need a little encouragement,” Ray chuckled as he walked around to Mickey’s side of the table. He kneeled down next to her, placed a warm hand on her taut stomach, and gently massaged the swollen mass of pudge. The small bit of relief made the weighty wrestler sigh in comfort and she felt a second wind come on. Meanwhile, Shinobu, who was caressing her own food baby, looked on the event with tired envy. Throughout the entire meal, she had watched in delight as Mickey’s belly grew to the point that she had to let it free from her shorts. Nothing would have pleased her more than to have her hands on that blubbery mound, and she felt a pang of jealousy as Ray received that honor. Mickey, oblivious to the effect this had on her guest, rubbed the other side of her gut before she managed to reach out and grasp the donut. She brought it up with a trembling hand and took one bite after another, slow but deliberate; there was no way she could wolf this down. When she finally finished, the Violent Princess slumped down in her chair but pumped one fist into the air. “Who deserves the belt?” she asked before stifling a burp with her fist. “Only you, Mick,” KC chuckled weakly from her spot at the table. “A real champion,” Shinobu agreed. Mickey opened her bleary eyes and saw how much damage the three of them had done to the plethora of food. The sight of the cuisine carnage and how stuffed her friends were brought an impish grin to her face. Before she fell into a food coma, she murmured, “Let’s do this again soon, ladies.”

Have a good day.

Part 8 Walking back towards her table of friends, the girl waved Fernando’s phone number in the air like a trophy with a broad smile on her face. Sitting back down and taking a drink of her martini, she folded the napkin and placed it gently in her purse. “So Miranda...how’d it go?” one of them asked coyly. “Got his digits,” she replied firmly. The group watched in unison as he returned to his table and sat back in his chair. His huge companion beckoned for him to draw closer; she strained against her rolls of blubber to lean into the table and whispered something in his ear. He grinned and turned, looking directly at Miranda. She blew him a kiss in return, pantomiming a phone call to let him know she would be in touch. “I don’t know how you do it,” her friend continued. “Or why you do it.” Miranda snapped at her in response. “Mind your business and I’ll take care of mine. What’s the harm in a little bit of fun?” Her friend rolled her eyes. “Fun? Is that what you’re calling it now? Last time I saw your ex it looked like the only fun he was having was the week pizzas were half off at Dominos.” “So what’s it gonna be for this poor sap, eh Miranda?” Miranda paused to collect her thoughts. “I’ve been watching him in here for a few months now. He sure does love the fatties it seems. And as I’ve always said, good for the goose, better for the gander. I bet I can have him pushing 350 this time next year.” Her friend scoffed. “350?? I mean he can’t be much move than 200 right now. Not to doubt you, but...” “Is that a wager I hear?” Miranda calmly replied. “Then consider it accepted.” She looked over at him again, noting that he was completely ignoring Heather and gazing in her direction. Oh yeah, she thought, giving him a sultry bat of her eyebrows. This one certainly had it coming.

Bella love swimming

Part 7 Her mouth still full of food, Heather gulped as the young lady stopped a foot away from the table. She was stunning; dark brown hair adorning a gorgeous face and lightly brushing against her tan shoulders. Wobbling slightly in her high heels, she betrayed her drunkenness as she began to speak. “Excuse me ma’am - sorry to interrupt your ...meal,” she said, stifling a giggle. Heather again blushed red with embarrassment and cringed as she looked down at the half-finished feast strewn on the table in front of her enormous gut. “Ma’am?” she thought to herself with a frown. Granted she was now the very definition of matronly, but still. At only 29 years of age, the thought that someone would call her that... “Anyways,” the girl continued, “I couldn’t help but notice your cute friend and was wondering if...” Anger rising again, Heather’s jaw dropped. Friend? The nerve of this little tramp; back in the day she wouldn’t have dared walk up to her making an assumption like that. She looked over as Fernando emerged from the bathroom and eyed his muscular frame. Looking down at her own morbidly obese figure, she sighed. Who was she kidding - they were a total mismatch. Emerging from her temporary mental malaise, Heather’s ears perked just as the girl finished her question. “...so ANYWAYS he is super cute and I was wondering if he has a girlfriend.” Her jealousy at the girl’s curvaceous figure subsided for a moment and she felt a twinge of morality. “Look,” she said quietly. “I know he’s attractive, and rich, but there’s something you need to know about Fernando. He’s a fe...” She stopped as she looked up and saw the girl smirking, staring at her huge belly. Her top had rode up over its bulging middle roll, exposing a wide, pale swath of jiggling, stretch-mark covered blubber. Heather gasped, and the girl’s head shot back up. Now she was the one whose face flushed red from the embarrassment of being detected. “Sorry - so you were saying....he’s a what?” she asked in an attempt to break the awkward silence? Heather composed herself. Now a sweet smile...nearly a grin, spread across her chubby face. “He’s a great guy. Really knows how to treat a lady,” she cooed. “Wining and DINING...” She emphasized that last word but it was lost on the sexy stranger. “In fact I can give you his number. I know for a fact that you’re his type and he would just LOVE to get to know you.” Reaching a fat, dimpled hand into her oversized handbag, she pulled out a pen and scribbled his number on a napkin. “Here you go,” she said, handing it to her. The girl appeared stunned. “Are you sure you’re OK with this?”, she asked? Heather grinned again. “It’s my pleasure hon. As a matter of fact, I insist.”

Part 5 “Big” was the operative word that evening. From the big, long awaited return of the mystery couple, to the sight of her big, cellulite ridden ass and thighs...culminating with a HUGE night for Seth at the poker table. He simply couldn’t miss. Every small pocket pair he held seemed to flop a devastating set against a well heeled opponent, while his own aces and kings sailed by unscathed sending many an adversary back to the cashier for more chips. Heading for the exits with close to $10,000 crammed into his wallet, he knew the time was right to dive into the game again full-time. After consulting with his mentor, he booked a trip to Macau and set out again on his own, leaving Las Vegas behind in the jet trails. The next year seemed to fly by. 18 hour days at the poker table became the norm, and his bankroll rose and fell like the tides from the mix of sharp-tooth pros and rich, gambling businessmen at the tables. But stayed at the party too long it seemed. A brutal two month stretch of cold cards and bad beats left him once again left his bank account drained and his confidence shaken. So with his tail between his legs, he caught the cheapest flight back to Vegas. Sipping a beer in coach, he logged into the in-Flite WiFi and after hesitating, sent a message to his old boss at the Bellagio. “Hey man...does the buffet still need help?” They did, and back home he got re-acquainted with his old routine and quickly accustomed to the less exciting existence of a service worker. Soon he forgot all about Macau. And had almost forgotten entirely about that mystery couple until fate brought the three back together one Saturday night. Standing behind his usual spot at the sushi station, he was shaking off the malaise of a 10 hour shift when the double doors swung open. In sauntered the man, sizing up the room and looking around for a suitable spot to dine. Seth froze, waiting for his fattened lover to follow suit; but for a moment he stood there alone. The man turned around, and seemed to roll his eyes. Motioning to the a Greeter by the door, a large vase was pushed aside as if to make room for something. Seth was confused until he heard a beep, followed by the low whirring of an electric motor and her grand entrance. In she rolled on a bright pink Rascal Scooter, taking a long drink from the oversized tropical drink that rested in her cup holder. Seth’s jaw dropped farther than ever as he sized her up. If he thought she was fat 18 months ago, that memory seemed downright skinny in contrast to the gelatinous blob of a woman crammed into that cute little vehicle. The face he saw was unrecognizable from the first night that he laid eyes on her. Her thick, triple chins melted into jowly cheeks and a soft neck that poured down onto the top of her muumuu. Wide, round and massive upper arms sprouted out of the gown’s cavernous openings, cresting onto her forearms in a cascade of blubber while her dimpled hands nervously stroked her sides. It was hard to tell where her breasts ended and her belly began. Roll upon roll of blubber sprouted out from her torso, filling all the space the scooter had to offer and resting heavily into and over its steering wheel. Her hips, easily 5 feet across, poured out past the sides of the seat. A triumphant mess of creases, saddle-bags and blubber binding into her belly and resting upon her gigantic thighs. Her calves alone must have been 30 inches around, the image of pure gluttony concluding with fat feet crammed tightly into a pair of (laughable) running shoes. She putt-putted along behind her date, blushing red as she tried to ignore the inevitable gawking of the other diners nearby. As they arrived at a large table (no fitting all of THAT into a booth, Seth thought to himself with a chuckle) she lurched to the side and began the difficult process of extracting her bulk from the seat. The man braced himself as he gripped onto her fat hands and forearms. She nearly fell over in the process; even her physically fit companion seemed shaken by the effort, wiping sweat from his brow and shooting her a sarcastic glance as he sat down. She stood there, huffing and puffing as she tried to regain her composure. Her enormous belly apron sagged down over and past her knees, while her corpulent upper arms jiggled and swayed wildly as she planted her palms against the table to steady herself. Finally (somewhat) recovered, she turned sideways and maneuvered her enormous backside towards the chair. Falling into it with a soft thud, her huge fat ass overflowed the undersized seat on each side, easily a foot of blubber oozing out and dangling ponderously towards the floor. The man as usual seemed unconcerned. However it was clear she was no longer going to be sent to retrieve her own feast, so he stood up without a word and headed towards the line. Grabbing two trays and a stack of 8 plates, he looked back at her with a cocked eyebrow and made his way down to the pasta bar. Seth was so transfixed by it all that he forgot he was staring. That was until he gazed up and saw her looking directly back at him with a curious look on her fat face. She shrugged her shoulders as if to say “what are you looking at??”; Seth snapped back to reality and looked down at his shoes, pretending to be distracted by something out of sight. Back at the table, Heather looked away from Seth and sighed as her huge belly growled with hunger. What was taking him so long?

Exoctic fruits? I see pinapples and melons http://www.dailymail.co.uk/tvshowbiz/article-5490453/Kelly-Brook-parades-cleavage-cropped-floral-kimono.html

New photo from Instagram. Caption: "Eat real food"

Does this look like going to the gym 5x a week and eating 2 very small meals a day? Um no. Yea she sure working out alright, working on growing her gut and her Titties are getting massively huge. You can see her belly hang before she even lifts up her shirt. You guys gotta stop being a bunch of CaptainSaveaHoes and start calling these Sluts out for what they are. This is called junk food and drinking lots of beer while having a couch potatoe/video game playing mentality. Dont even look at the 1st page of this thread. Compare page 130 to Now and you can see a Big and I do mean Big difference in this Womans entire figure (only 2 years) from her Tits/Ass/Thighs and her doughy arms

Took a good selfie for you guys to enjoy!!

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Ohhhh....

So yesterday I was sitting in a lecture and I overheard a girl talk about how she had a dream where she was just getting fatter and fatter, and then her friend grabbed her own belly and said something to the effect of "for me it's not a dream"

Part 4 Winter arrived in Vegas, and to Seth’s disappointment the couple seemed to vanish from the buffet. For months he would anxiously scan the dining area for that ever fatter damsel but she (and they) were nowhere to be found. It was deflating - although he never had a thing for fat chicks, he was a people-watcher by nature and something about their antics had him transfixed as if it were the latest NetFlix binge-watching phenomenon. But in time he got over his obsession and rediscovered his first true love - poker. Having saved up enough money to confidently return to the tables, he started small. First it was the 1-2 No-Limit game at the Flamingo. After a few months of fleecing those drunken amateurs he set his sights higher and by Spring time was duking it out with a fairly tough crowd at the MGM Grand. One night he sat there with a small tower of chips in front of him. Cards flew from the dealers hands; squeezing the two that lay in front of him, he looked down at Ace-Queen offsuit. Tempting, he thought, but realizing he was in early position with multiple tough players behind him, those cards wisely went into the muck. As he leaned back in his chair and took a swig of his beer, he watched in amazement as the man from the buffet sat down in the open seat directly across from him. Setting down a full rack of chips, he silently arranged them in front of him and with a confident glance around table motioned to the dealer that he was entering the game. Cards flew again as the next round of action began. Seth watched closely as the man looked at his hand and after a pause flipped them towards the dealer into the muck. His phone chimed, and upon swiping the screen to read the message, he grinned and swiveled around towards the rails. There she was. Seth had not laid eyes on her in at least 5 months and was it ever worth the wait. Munching on a full-sized candy bar, her pale and flabby forearms oozed over the metal edging as she consumed her treat. Her upper arms positively bulged with fat, surging far past her dimpled elbows. Easily the size of a “lesser” women’s thighs, they wobbled in unison with her massive breasts as she took the last bite of the chocolate and shot him a sultry wink. Slowly turning to the side, Seth received a full on view of her morbidly obese form. She must have packed on 100 pounds since their last trip to the Bellagio Buffet, he thought. A quick estimate pegged her weight in the 350 range, and from the looks of things she sure wasn’t pumping the brakes. Another huge candy bar emerged from her purse and she promptly tore off the wrapper. As she took a big bite, Seth marveled at the latest changes to her figure. Attired in a shimmery, blousy plus-sized dress, her massive shelf of an ass jutted out at least a foot beyond her flabby back, the rolls of which were clearly visible through the outfit. Blubbery, meaty thighs rubbed together down past her knees, and her newfound cellulite and bulges were a true testament to a bottomless appetite. Meanwhile her triple belly jutted out far past her sagging breasts. Its lower apron dangled heavily onto her rotund thighs, straining the dress and wobbling like jello as she headed for the bar. Seth watched her huge ass jiggle uncontrollably as she waddled away. Easily 60 inches around at the hips, she seemed to be quickly approaching the dimensions of the larger woman her man had dared to ogle in her presence last fall. The man was also enjoying the show. He watched intently as she plodded on, but then suddenly stood up and headed in the opposite direction for the toilets. Seth looked down and saw he had left his phone behind. The message from that now very fat woman was still displayed on the screen. Scratching his head, Seth noticed it was comprised of only one word. “OINK”

This is the second time a person from my "ordinary world" has popped up on Curvage, and it's really quite jarring. Because I always see Curvage as almost entirely unrelated from my everyday life. I actually have Emma as a friend on Facebook (though she has hundreds of friends). She actually looked a little bigger to me years ago, when she was in university. I doubt she'll ever gain substantial weight, because she is an extremely focused, determined person, and her twin brother is actually a personal trainer. She is very beautiful, though.

This thread is awesome. I think many of the creators on here are talented, and do wonderful jobs crafting stories that keep us wanting more.