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Congratulations on 1 year of curvage posts! What an incredible year it's been. Your gain has been absolutely remarkable so far, the best on the internet right now in my opinion. Keep up the good work and all the best for the year ahead..

"Here we go, local amber," Natalie said, sashaying back. I noticed her poise was unusually good and ergonomic – straight. I'd seen it so many times before, at a previous office gig, at the high school reunion... it was a classic trick to appear to slim the figure. "Mind trying it out for me? I want to know what you think," I said, impromptu. "Oh... um..." Natalie grimaced a little. It was unusual, I admit. "If you say so." I watched her sip. Clearly she enjoyed every second of it, and being put on display as such was new territory. I watched as her abdomen, carefully held in, slipped just a little as she put on her display of gracious enjoyment. "M... haha, sorry. Vanilla-y, kind of? Just was it says on the tin. Er, bottle. Anyway. Let me know if you need anything." With that she was off again before I could continue. I noticed little enclaves of back fat, clearly developing from her tucked in front and sides, and I started to imagine the vision of heaven that were to appear if she were to gain even just a bit more. Indeed, Natalie was at that stage where someone none the wiser could be fooled by Natalie's visual trickery, but person that certainly wasn't me. Just as I started to really wonder what was going on with Colleen, I got a text. "Hey. I gotta bail again. So sorry. I think I'm coming down with a flu :(" Damnit. "Sorry to hear that and no problem. Rest well. Guess I'll have to have this amber I got from your coworker Natalie all by myself..." I teased a little. There was an unusual, five minute pause. It looked like Colleen was about to send a message five times, then the indicator went away. Finally – "Tell her I say don't go out tonight without me... and don't forget our fry deal ;)" Fry deal? I sipped and went on my phone for a while, whiling away my time, occasionally glancing at Natalie busily working. I was in too deep. I had to know more about her at this point... and what the fry deal was. As Natalie walked by my table on her way to the kitchen empty handed, I accidentally – truly, accidentally – swiped the cutlery set on my table off; it clattered softly to the carpeted floor, just in fron of Natalie. As she bent down to retrieve it, her shirt rode up, and for a split second I saw something that made me decide I had to stay until closing time. Natalie was wearing some heavy duty shape wear.

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Check out my new video clip where I show off my belly and tattoos 🤗🙃 Here’s a few preview screenshots.

Hi guys just saying hi to you all and fellow women here! I'm excited to bring my pictures to you here. Hope you are all having a great Friday!

Good Morning! Someone bring me a morning snack. I can seem to get my fat ass out of bed

Diana of Themyscira pushed herself up using both hands, let out a small grunt as her fondue stuffed stomach folded, and ran. Not long ago she'd been one of the fastest women in the world. Not a speedster, but capable of sprinting a few hundred miles an hour for several hours and with reflexes faster than a speeding bullet. 'Those powers still belonged to her, but sloth, gluttony and a specially tailored curse had trapped them in a body most unfit to use them. Rage was powering every step as she ate up the distance between herself and Circe, but gluttony had powered her to eat up a small mountain of food that made her thick, tonelessly thighs slap together with every step. Every swing of her heavy arms made her hefty breasts strain against the inside of her sports bra, the overripe melons earning the frequent pop of a seam. Even the jowls beneath Dian'as once flawless jaw bounced along with her, but the greatest motion was in her stomach. The impenetrable wall of muscle that had been her abs had softened like ice cream on a hot day, expanding out into a wobbling pair of love handles and a gut that was nearing the size of a standard beach ball. Filled with nearly a gallon of white chocolate, the swollen orb had pushed Wonder Woman's shirt up to her chest and hung out over her far too tight thong underwear. The flabby apron slapped into Diana's thighs with each step, sending a jolt of pain and humiliation through her that sapped her inhuman speed down to mortal levels. A stitch like a knife wound burned in Diana's side. Her out of shape muscles burned with lactic acid. Before a hundred steps had passed, she was sucking in air with heaving breaths through her mouth and sweat poured off of her in torrents. But she kept going, because Circe the Enchantress was in front of her and as sure as the two hundred and fifty pound chronic over eater who was an Amazonian princess beneath the layers of fat, Diana knew her bloated state and more importantly her missing Amazonian sisters were linked to the purple haired supervillain. Diana was sworn to defend her people, she was the island's champion and the thought that Circe had hurt them drove her berserk. Despite the pain from her dangerously out of shape body, Diana kept running, anger burning brighter and brighter, legs pushing faster and faster as her customary speed slowly returned. 'Circe!' Diana raged, 'Circe! Where are my sisters! What did you do to them!?' The ancient witch would have happily told the closing superhuman that this wasn't really Themyscira, that it was all an illusion, because the look in Wonder Woman's piggy blue eyes said that if she got within reach of Circe, she was going to be torn apart. And despite the hundred or so pounds of flab Diana had piled on, she was closing. Part of it was the sisterly rage the Amazon felt and part of it was because even if Circe had an enviable hour glass figure, the mauve locked witch was a rather drunk, dehydrated in tropical heat and had last regularly exercised around the time iron had started displacing bronze. Diana hadn't exercised in months and was carrying a hefty load of cellulite yes, but her porky limbs at least knew how to run. Circe ran like a girl and was wearing flip flops to boot. She turned around and looked at Diana, seeing the on rushing ball of fat get closer and closer. At the last moment Circe hissed an illusion, turning left as an illusionary doppelgänger continued on straight. Wonder Woman kicked out at the false Circe, collapsing a three story house into rubble. Circe's stomach flopped in pure panic seeing how strong the obese woman remained, getting fat didn't see to have hindered her strength at all. She started stammering spells, everyone she could think of that would help. 'Circe!' Wonder Woman called from the rubble, seeing her nemesis panting nearby, size eight curves pouring out of a size six green bikini, 'What did you do to me! What sort of plan do you have that requires this!' The Witch turned to run, but Diana's lasso whipped out and caught her leg. The witch froze solid as ice and Diana arose slightly into the air, floating over rather than walk. 'I have to thank the Gods for this victory, as always,' Diana said as she neared her snared enemy, 'had my lasso not snagged on my leg, I'd have been stuck her eating until I vomited. It was only their will and your arrogance that your plan failed. Now, where are my sisters and how and why are you making my friends and I fat?' Circe stayed silent and Diana tugged her rope, 'You have to talk Circe, no one can resist telling the truth once their in the rope.' Wonder Woman gave another tug and Circe fell over. The witch cracked in half, revealing herself to be nothing but a sugary shell filled with nougat and caramel. All around the apple shaped superheroine, the facade of Themyscira turned into candy. Peppermint pillars, chocolate walls, licorice doors, fountains filled with soda and gumdrop decorations surrounded her. 'On Athena's shield I will find you Circe! No trick will save you!' Diana roared, her belly rumbling in hunger at the sugary nirvana about her. Wonder Woman went to soar up in the air and see if she could spot her quarry, but paused for a brief snack first. Several streets away, the real Circe stood bent over, hands on her knees. The witch had thrown up twice already from her run, had cramps in both legs and black spots in her vision. She'd gotten one hell of a wedgie as her too small bikini bottom had been swallowed up by buns a size too big for them and her left breast had popped out to reveal one brown nipple. 'Cale will need to step up her game,' the witch groaned, 'Diana's still too dangerous. We'll need to go to the next phase.' Circe opened up a portal to safety, swapped her bikini for a flattering gown with the snap of a finger and stepped through it, arriving in a exclusive private gym in New York City. Several dozen of Cale's employees were preparing for Circe's next target, setting up red sun lamps and exercise equipment or stretching. The dozen or so that were stretching were all spectacularly fit and very statuesque women, clad in revealing and skin tight spandex. A call came in on the witch's cell, Santanna's Black Magic Woman playing and she opened it to her Veronica Cale's harsh demand. 'Is Wonder Woman in custody?' The CEO snapped. 'She's still too strong, but we're working on it,' Circe said, leaving out how she was almost captured and how apart from speed, Diana seemed strong as ever, 'She's weakening by the day.' 'She better be,' Cale growled, 'What about Power Girl?' 'Oh, don't worry about her,' Circe said, looking up at a clock, 'I'm going to start draining her dry in about five minutes.'

Good Moring!! Your the best! Thanks for helping me grow!

Here are some recent pics (in no particular order) that were taken at Rachael Ray''s Feedback event at Stubbs BBQ during South By Southwest (03/16/18-03/17/18):

https://forum.phun.org/threads/kelly-brook-wearing-sexy-lingerie-alan-strutt-photoshoot-2018.2359525/

Hello everyone.. Dont forget: Another milestone!!

Belly love

So I'm super nervous about this, but I think putting it out there (not that it isn't already) is gonna be my first step to fat acceptance. I know it ain't pretty, or round, but that is my goal. To have a big, round, soft, sexy belly. Whether I get there or not remains to be seen!

Whats the point of posting ridiculous fake photoshopped images?

A new idea from me: a former adventurer and current Queen is protected from the consequences of her appetite by divine favor. But when a pregnancy makes her gluttony increasingly helpless, enemies old and new will try to take advantage. Prologue: After the Orgy Queen Saratorissa the I (Scion of the Titan Mountains, Savior of the Bronze City, Vanquisher of the Heretonack and Chosen of the Lunar Goddess) groaned happily in her liter. One perfectly manicured hand gently rubbed the gossamer thin and incredibly expensive fabric that could charitably be called a dress. No Queen had even worn a garment in public or in private save her, Saratorissa's enemies had been known to say that most whores wouldn't dress like their Queen. The skirt slit as it was from right ankle to well above her hip, showed off a long length of shapely bronze leg. Apart from one buckle of pure platinum at the base of her swanlike neck, Saratorissa's garment was backless down to the very hint of her crack and split in the front so deeply it went to the edge of her flat navel and the inner halves of her gravity defying breasts. She had a score of similar garments and three towns along the outer sea's taxes paid for nothing but new ones. Some might scoff at such an obscene cost spent on a few dresses but today the silk earned its price: her normally washboard belly was swollen to the size of a trebuchet's stone with the amount of food a modest family might eat in several days. Fortunately the substance, which made the webbing of elephant sized Mega-Arachnids of the Dread Forest by adventurers thinking more of the silk's thousand gold coins per yard sell price than the incurable venom of its original weavers, was as stretchy as it was unbreakable. Where cotton or linen might chafe, confine and rip wide open, the spider silk didn't even look strained and Saratorissa's delicate stomach sat smoothly with in it, unperturbed save for the sound similar to the mix of a saber tooth cat's purr and a cavalry charge emanating as the Queen digested. 'Oh goddess, oh goddess, oh goddess,' Saratorissa moaned to herself with every foot step of the matched diamond golems that carried her through her capital, ringed right hand trying and failing to reach past her spherical midsection to her still humming clitoris. 'Problem milady?' Lady Aemilia, court wizard and Saratorissa's best friend for near thirty years asked wryly from the other side of the pillowed conveyance. Aemilia seemed Saratorissa's opposite in almost every way. The wizard was only an inch above five feet while the Queen towered at six foot three, milk pale where the royal was bronze as the metal itself, her short curls pale blonde where the Queen's Crimson locks went down to her ankles when released, a hundred pounds soaking wet while the Queen was usually the image of athletic perfection, near asexual in her interests while her monarch had just spent two hours at a public religious orgy and was still trying to masturbate. 'I can't...I can't reach...' Saratorissa moaned, trying and failing to sit up or to reach around herself at any angle, but the conquering queen was utterly helpless, 'for the love of the Goddesses and Gods you have to do it for me Amy!' The Queen was at all times she left her palace, surrounded by a hundred armored body guards who were paid very well not to snigger at such outbursts form the Royal litter. 'Sara, you've spent the entire morning cumming,' the wizard cooed, crawling closer and tapping her small fingers up the Queen's bare right leg and towards her immense gut, 'you've had your nipples licked, your clit sucked, your labia fondled, the Chosen Paladiness of the Goddess of Beauty's firm thighs around your face, eaten a small lake of whipped cream from the ample cleavage of the Harvest Maiden's picked cleric and had the veiny cocks of the Judging God's, the Storm God's and the War Diety's strapping representatives all pump so much cum into you I'm surprised you didn't burst. The whole thing lasted five hours, the audience was starting to fall asleep and the other five participants, all of whom are less than half your age by the way will need days of recovery.' 'But I want to go more...'Saratorissa groaned, throbs of agonizing euphoria echoing up from between her legs, 'I'm not done yet.' 'Why not do it yourself?' Aemilia teased, fingers drumming a tune on the huge sphere of her Queen's swollen belly, 'You had a hand between your legs half the time you were eating the celebratory planting feast, where I might add you ate your portion and those of the two women and three men you fucked into comas. What made you stop?' 'My...stomach...I'm...,' the Queen groaned, unwilling to say it herself. Queen Saratorissa had many traits. Courage, kindness, strength, wisdom and dedication were among them. Control of her libido or appetite were not, but vanity was her nearly her strongest trait. The great Queen could never stand to be less than perfect and admitting she'd eaten herself helpless was as difficult as slaying a dragon had been in her relative youth or sitting up right now. She'd after all had to have been carried to her litter from the table. 'Your stomach? Is it because your perfectly flat belly is the size of a farmer's barn,' the wizard Amelia exaggerated, pulling back the spider fabric to rub the bronze dome, putting an ear against its taut surface, 'it's bigger than anytime you had a baby, even the twins. You ate like a pig tonight and everyone saw, no one cares though because you've decayed into an uncontrollable glutton who eats herself sick every day at dinner.' The Wizard felt a wave of pleasure of her own. She had a single target of sexuality and that was her friend and monarch, having gorged herself helpless. Aemilia's tongue shot out and she licked the Queen's vast stomach, stopping just above her silken tuft of bright red hair. 'I'm eating for two,' Saratorissa protested, sluggishly trying to wave Aemilia's hand away. 'You're nearer sixty than fifty,' Aemilia shot back, 'I doubt you've kindled even with all that seed spilled in you. We're probably due a drought.' The Grand Planting Festival was held every year, using a rotating selection of priestesses, Paladins, Templars, clerics, divine descendants and Druids from the Kingdom of Vala's wide pantheon. The various potential attendees fought a series of tournaments to prove their worth in attending, the winners trained, honed and enhanced to an athletic perfection. It was always evenly divided between men and women and the more b**s that resulted from the high popular fete, the better the resulting harvest was. 'With a twenty year old's body,' the prone Queen protested, 'I've born eight daughters from the six prior festival's I've been part of.' Indeed, farmers had started planting more land and food merchants buying whole wagon trains to export the expected harvest when the Queen's participation was announced. Saratorissa never failed to conceive and clouds threatened rain already. 'I'd say a thirty year old,' Aemilia shrugged, brushing a finger tip across the temporary temple of gluttony, 'and it's been six years since you were chosen last. Savage barbarian and quarter divine descendant of the Lunar goddess or not, you can't stay young forever. That hair will grey, those tits will sag and I'll be there to watch it all and say I told you so.' 'Big talk for a woman who's girlish figure and soft skin is down to bathing in nymph milk and drinking dragon blood,' the Queen snarled suddenly, her face barely changed from the warrior who'd marched a mercenary army into a war torn city to take its vacant throne and forge an empire, 'I know I'm pregnant.' A faint rain started falling, making Saratorissa smile. 'Then that means...,' the Wizard said, smiling evily, 'I get a whole nine months of you reaping the repercussions of your gluttony for once. I'm putting you on a diet, a special diet that's going to fatten you up like a cow.' 'Your wouldn't!' The queen snapped, but it had little force behind it for the wizard could summon foods like none ever seen and Saratorissa's gluttony was pushing past her vanity. 'Oh yes, I'm going to be with you every waking minute to fill you to the brim. Your gonna be chubby by month one, fat by month four and obese by the end,' Aemilia smiled, tapping the huge belly, 'get used to seeing this every day. It's gonna take you a year to slim down again.' 'No...,' the Queen said, trying to pull back from her friend but dissolving into laughter and laying back further, 'tell me that tomorrow, after I've had time to digest this. My appetite's spoiled right now.' The two women laughed as the rain poured down and the Queen's procession wove across the streets toward's the palace gates. Something vast, winged and wickedly spiked watched them from amid the city's forest of cathedrals and towers, saw its target, spread its wings and dived.

Good Moring!!

In The Shadow Rising, book four of the Wheel of Time series:

From a custom video.. Thinking about posting, and yes that is whipped cream

I entered Arlington purposefully, confident things weren't going to work as relatively poorly as they had previously. I took a table quietly; I was about a half hour early. I wasn't sure why I decided to arrive early, except for, perhaps, the ability to dig in with an Old Fashioned after a hard week. I idly looked around. Things appeared to be mostly the same at Arlington, which, considering it had been about six months or so, seemed about right. However, my attention turned rather swiftly to one of the servers, as you do. It happened to be a side view. This woman – in my estimate, on the verge of 30, perhaps – I could have sworn I had seen her before, when she was more of a rail like many of the servers here or anywhere. Now she looked quite a bit like Natalie Sawyer, the former Sky Sports presenter... well, except, perhaps, even bigger. She must have felt my eyes, because she immediately started coming my way. I gently reminded myself that this was her job; the leering of my wasn't necessarily rude, it was a gentle ask for attention. "Hey there, can I get you anything?" She smiled. "Just a.. refill, please. Old Fashioned." It was sitting there, half full. I was a dope in her presence. She had a glow to her, a radiance that girls get when they first begin to gain. "Well I can get a second, no use in wasting that!" She laughed, and I casually observed her upper arms jostling a little for attention. "Well... have any recommendations for beers? Favourites?" Let's see where she's getting this from, I thought. "Oh... well that's a right 180 there... I don't know, I'm partial to the local amber at Starbucks, actually, you know they just opened earlier this month?" "Yeah, totally. Why not stay here though? Just getting away from work?" "Yeah. Well actually..." she leaned down a little and the sudden sight of her cleavage made me mildly twitch, intoxicated as I already was in anticipation of Colleen. "I do like going there quite a bit; I have a friend who's running a promo for me there." "... intresting." I nodded. That couldn't be true. I knew it. "Gotta say though, all that discount booze ..." – she stood back up, putting a hand to her stomach in a slimming down motion – "is kind of dangerous for those of us watching our figures." "Not seeing much danger here," I cooly replied. Compared to six months ago, as I remember now, she had positively blimped. At least a solid thirty pounds now took up residence on her frame; she was clearly deep in denial. I began to wonder if there was a bad influence about. A slight pause. "Well... Good," she responded, awkwardly. "Sorry, I didn't catch your name there." "Oh, it's Natalie. Alright, be right back." She smiled and turned to the kitchen, and it was then that I saw two juicy lovehandles poking out under her straining pants and work shirt, ass unnaturally constrained. Surely someone told her?

Lovin my new lil' sweater!! <3

Sexy sexy taytay

Still Eating, stuffing and Gaining I wanted to start this year by having some considerable stuffings done and I just uploaded two of them ;3 one with burgers and hot dogs and the other having a traditional breakfast of empanadas and pastelitos I hope you guys and gals are having a fun Sunday

Aloha, I am new to curvage. Here are some photos of me. 🙃 hope you all enjoy.

He doesn't grab guns, he grabs....

Its HERE, the trailer for The Honor List, Sasha looks juicy in it as expected, what do ya´ll think. Edit: Also noteworthy, the cheerleading outfit was a part of a so called jiggle test, and decent last shot of Sasha in the black bathingsuit

17 stone and full of midnight McDonalds and Easter chocolate. Happy!!!

Hey, look - it's the surgeon who treat(h)ed Evander Holyfield!

This will answer your questions!

She describes herself as a Plsu Size Model, though being only moderately chubby (so far). Also she seems to be not a professional model. She has nice long and more ore less slim legs but a very soft and curvy belly. Right now she obviously needs some money as she indicated on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/Emilywilkesfanpage/. So maybe some guys might want to talk her into doing weight gain clips or something ;-)

It takes one to know one doesn't it?!