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Wow, thank you all so much for the lovely words of encouragement. I am super new to the gaining/feedee community and I am still finding my feet. Any suggestions or advice would be much appreciated.

Hey... good night!!🐽✨ I’ve been working in a new video... that I’m pretty sure you are gonna love as much I love to recorded. Keep waiting because the best of this Saturday is coming... 💋💋

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hey, hey... are you ready for this pig???🐽🐽🐽✨

What a find! This woman is absolutely perfect. She's currently 180 lbs, and was only 101 lbs when she started. Her goal weight is 242 lbs, and she wants to reach 220 lbs by Christmas. And she just appeared out of nowhere!? This is going to be a great year.

Showed up to tryouts 18 pounds heavier than the year before...

Well, I definitely need to said that this new pounds are amazing because as I said More than once, I love play with my fat but now is hypnotic... I hope you enjoy this new video as much I do 💋💋💋

When you are absolutely full to the brim...

I need help making this belly bigger 😋

Who wants to see a chubby strip tease? 😉 And watch me jiggle? 😍

Have definitely gained some weight this last week that's for sure

Burgers, burgers, burgers for this greedy girl. 🐷🍔 Ember is very hungry, and knows just who to beg for some food. 💕 Seeing a heaping plate full of burgers, she gets very excited, licking her lips in anticipation. One after the other, she begins devouring the delicious burgers, begging for more as she goes. Eventually, she starts to get full. Slowing down and rubbing her belly... taking off her shorts because they’re just TOO TIGHT! But who is she kidding? She’s too greedy to stop eating. More, more, more until it looks as though she might just pop! After the burgers she politely thanks you for feeding her, and then you surprise her with donuts for dessert! At first she says no, she just can’t eat any more! But she salivates thinking about how delicious they’ll be. Down the hatch they go! After this stuffing she could barely move, but she managed to get a few jiggles in before saying goodbye. 😘

So glad you asked. she likes the idea of her weight being up to her feeder (me) Excellent question. Stay awhile and listen... So no, as you can see above, she hasn't always been chubby, quite the opposite in fact. Check out that bikini body, am I right? 😍 She was in great shape, fresh off collegiate athletics, barely a hint of fat to be found. Not quite my ideal body type, obviously, as I'm a curvage guy, but hey, we get along smashingly and I appreciate fitness myself as well. Anyways, after about a year or so, she wasn't quite working out as much as she used to. It didn't really come to a head until after she came back from a 2 week vacation. I remember it pretty clearly, she was wearing a loose shirt but when she sat in the car I could see a little roundness starting to stick out where there was none before. She didn't really seem to notice or care about the new fat roll hanging over her pants. And I certainly wasn't going to be the one to bring it up... At first I just figured it was vacation pudge, but then those pounds didn't really seem to go anywhere. My suspicions were confirmed when she started complaining about how her jeans were getting tight. I certainly enjoyed poking her belly and teasing her for putting on "relationship weight". It was around this time that she stopped going to the gym, and it got pretty noticeable pretty quickly as the first 5 pounds turned into a solid 15. She'd tease me that it was my fault that she couldn't fit into some of her clothes, but she wasn't really complaining when I'd order pizza and let her happily down the bulk of it. And the more I teased her about it, the more it seemed she wanted to eat. And the more she ate, the more she'd tease me about it. Eventually we just kind of hit a moment after dinner one night where the teasing got really flirtatious and we looked at each other and said "this is pretty hot, isn't it," and it just went from there... Turns out she really enjoys being fed. So funnily enough, after it was all out in the open, we talked it out and she told me her side of things... But I'll leave you on that cliffhanger for now and get her to share it herself later on. Pictures are worth a thousand words anyway, right? Here's what a little too much greed and feed done to that athletic body:

Who likes belly buttons? 😜 My new video is for you! Keep an eye on the Curvage Clip Store for this one 😍

The Expansion of Emily Part 11 Steve paced back and forth through one of the university library aisles, pretending to be absorbed in a mammoth history textbook. While his eyes may have been scanning the text covering the Civil War, his mind was a million miles away, thinking about the gaining goddess named Emily Shaw studying at a table by herself just across the room. Steve had already decided to go up and join her except his nerves were getting the better of him. He was usually effortlessly smooth with the ladies, exuding a cool, natural confidence which paired with his good looks generated an almost submissive lust which never failed to lead to fun things in the bedroom. But Emily was not some random one night stand girl. For Steve, her growth was pure FA fantasy come to life, a trim, flawlessly hot former volleyball player who had started to relentlessly pack on the pounds as soon as she started university. Week by week it had been unfathomably erotic watching the sway of her hips become more pronounced, her outfits grow visibly tighter and curves expand into her current ultra feminine physique. Steve took a deep breath and strode over, stuffing his hands in his pockets to convey a mock casual appearance. As he neared her table she looked up and shot him a chubby cheeked smile. Combined with her slight overbite Steve thought she was starting to look increasingly like a chipmunk (albeit a very sexy one) as her BMI continued to climb. 'Steve! How are you? She asked as she got up to greet him. 'Could be worse.' Steve grinned as he embraced her soft body, feeling her warm bountiful flesh squeeze against his through her loose flowy top. He momentarily ran through memories of hugging her from even 20 pounds ago, and how much more of her there was to squeeze now. They sat down, with Steve detecting that despite her warm greeting there was something troubling her. He knew she had just broken up with her boyfriend, and if she was still torn up about it Steve was more than willing to introduce her to the man she didn't even realise she had been missing out on. 'I'm liking the new look Em,' Steve said, nodding to her newly done blonde highlights. 'Aww thanks Steve. A girl's got to look her best with what she's got, right? Steve raised his eyebrows. 'Emily, what exactly do you mean by 'With what you've got?" 'Well,' Emily said as her voice took on a more sheepish tone. 'It's no secret that I've, uh, gained a little weight over the past few months.' Steve's heart began to race. It was do or die time. 'I'll be honest,' Steve said. 'I barely noticed until you brought it up.' Emily threw back her head and cackled, momentarily forgetting she was in a library. 'Oh come on Steve, I'm carrying like an extra 40 pounds around these days. Have you literally not noticed how fat my ass is? I've seen you staring, along with literally everyone else.' 'Come on Em, 40 pounds isn't that much,' Steve said, starkly aware that he was literally wading through a verbal minefield at this point. 'I mean you were tiny before. Now you're just curvy.' 'Oh yeah? Emily said defiantly as she scooted backwards and lifted up her top to rear her exposed belly.Her tight black pants were pulled up high and were visibly digging into the extra layer of padding she had accumulated around her midsection, topped off with a pant button that looked just about ready to pop. 'So is this what constitutes curvy in 2018 Steven? 'Oh god,' Steve thought as the pressure began to build against the insides of his jeans. 'I, uh, Em look, I have a feeling that no matter what I say you're just gonna get even more pissed off. But lying is something I just don't do, and you can trust me when I say that I think you look fucking hot.' Emily stared at him, her jaw slightly agape. She had no idea what to make of this cute guy who was suddenly telling her that he thought she looked sexy at her current size. 'Come on Steve, you're just trying to make me feel better,' She said uncertainly. 'Knock it off.' 'Emily look at me,' Steve said as his eyes pierced into hers. 'I'm not gonna lie, I honestly do have a bit of a thing for bigger girls, but I've always liked you. Whatever you weigh really doesn't matter to me.' Emily was touched. The past week she had felt like nothing more than a disgusting, sweaty, lumbering beast busting ass at the gym trying in vain to work the weight off. It was painful, and the most soul crushing part of her attempted weight loss regiment was that she had underestimated how much she had centred her life around food. It was something that was constantly on her mind, and whenever she felt down or depressed the pantry was usually an immediate pit stop. She was also hungrier more often, a consequence from her massive food intake for the project, and her own mother was even bemused at how much food she could put away in one meal. Emily was starting to feel like she was too far down the rabbit hole of gluttony to ever get back to her previous size, and she had had a good cry to herself in her room the previous night. But now here was Steve, a guy she had always liked who was not only into her but particularly into her now that she was fat. 'Alright Steven.' She said coyly. 'I've got class soon, but how about you tell me more about how you feel over lunch? Despite Steve's worrying, the lunch date with Emily couldn't have gone better. It turned out she was just as into him as he was into her, and the pair would regularly meet up at the university to hang out and study together throughout the ensuing weeks. Considering Steve's fondness for her curves, Emily had thrown in the towel on her workout routine, much to his delight. She was still a little insecure about her weight gain, but the closer she became to Steve the more relaxed about it she became. Exactly two weeks to the day that the pair had started seeing each other, Emily broached the topic that Steve had been secretly anticipating as they lounged on Steve's couch watching Netflix. 'Have you ever wondered why I put on all this weight? Steve's heart rate increased. 'Nope,' he said nonchalantly. 'I sort of assumed it was just that standard freshman weight.' Emily laughed. 'Oh boy, do I have a surprise for you.' She pulled out her phone and opened up YouTube. 'It's so dumb, promise you won't me judge me okay? She handed Steve the phone where a video entitled 'Day 1: My Weight gain Project!' began playing. Steve of course had already watched (and fapped) to it more than once, but what Emily didn't know wouldn't hurt her. After watching a couple of minutes, Steve turned to her. 'This isn't dumb at all Em. To be honest, I think its a pretty neat project.' She narrowed her eyes and gave him a quizzical look. 'Elaborate please.' Your literally using your own body as a research tool to investigate the effects being overweight has on both your mental and physical health.' Steve said. 'And this was for a university project? Em, you'll fucking ace that course if you follow through with this. There's not a chance in hell anyone else in your class will engage in this assignment with the level of commitment your doing.' She stared at him, frowning. 'Sooo, your telling me that I should keep going with this? 'Only if you want to Em,' Steve said as he put his arm around her and squeezed her shoulder. 'I just think it'd be a shame to let all your hard work so far go to waste.' Emily sighed. 'I know. I literally have no idea what else to do for that assignment now. And considering its a year long project, Professor Craven's gonna be expecting pretty big results.' Steve kissed her cheek. 'I'll help you out, and you know I'll be here for you 100%. Not like a certain other shallow dickhead we'll refrain from naming.' She flashed him her lovely chubby cheeked smile. 'But if it weren't for that shallow dickhead,' Emily said as she stroked his cheek. 'I never would've looked in front of me and found the man I never knew I needed the entire time.' They leaned in and began to kiss, with Emily eventually ending up in Steve's lap with his hands lovingly digging into the plush flesh of her ass cheeks while they passionately made out. 'I hope you know exactly what continuing this little project means for me and my body Steven,' She whispered into his ear. 'I don't want to be hurt again.' Steve kissed her ear. 'Ssh, ssh, don't be silly,' He whispered back. 'You know I love you and every inch of your sexy curves, so how can even more possibly be a bad thing? She laughed and kissed him. 'Well don't worry Stevie boy, soon you're gonna have plenty of woman to take care of. We'll just have to see if you're man enough to handle it.' Always the dominant one, Steve grinned and pushed her onto her back on the couch, kicking off his shorts. 'I don't like your attitude missy, I think you're gonna need a little reminder of who's in charge around here.' Emily grinned and beckoned him over. 'Come on Stevie boy, I want you to prove to me that you're man enough to take care of a heavyweight fat girl. That rod's gonna have to be nice and long to be able to pleasure me when we get to that point you know.' Steve leaped on her and as they made love, he couldn't help but wonder in the back of his mind what sex would be like once she became a serious porker. She was still only thick and curvy now, no different weight wise from his typical hookup and one night stand, but he had never been with an actual fatty before. Unsure of what was to come in the ensuing months, Steve looked to the future with a curious blend of nervousness and excitement. To be continued...

I give it 2 weeks before some autistic fuck from here creeps her out enough to shut down her accounts. She is an absolute babe though. So lets hope I'm wrong.

Growing slowly 😞, but steady. 🙂

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Its Friday! Be sure to watch sexxyy lexxyy strip down to her thong 😍 #booty #weightgain #gaining #jiggles #squishy

Caption: Food freedom win - enjoying heaven sent macarons in Paris and not feeling guilty after 💕 also, documenting said moment with a picture in pastel paradise.

Hello I'm 20 and new to Curvage, my boyfriend got me confident enough to start sharing my progress so here I am, a little bit chubby already since I've gained around 12lbs in the last couple months but I want to keep growing!! So... what do you think about me? Am I looking good?

had time this afternoon... side story: the village wide woman. Months before Triss' waist band started pinching, when yennefer would have laughed at the idea of herself getting fat, much less wanting to, and when Ciri couldn't imagine sitting on the Nilfgardian throne, much less finding it narrow, a different sorceress was faced with a different problem in the grim, war torn swampland of Velen. One cool fall afternoon, by the village of Midcopse, once a relatively prosperous community, was what was once a charming cottage, owned and rarely used by a Mage as a vacation home. 'What a pile of shit,' Keira Metz sighed to herself. The sorceress stood looking at her new home, at the moment a partially collapsing and single story ruin in the middle of the woods. Even if it had been by the squalid little village she'd have not liked it, but having to zap several hideous Nekkers on her walk in didn't improve her already venomous mood. Her refuge was a ruin of itself and in many ways, so was Keira. Any who saw her would have thought she was gorgeous: a slim blonde woman wearing a long skirt and sleeveless bodice with a neckline so low the flash of a nipple could occasionally be seen. Keira hated them and hated how she looked in them and not just because it was getting cold For the moment they were her only clothes, a wretched set of garments a tasteless lover had given as a practical gift for when she was experimenting. It had only survived due to pure chance, when theft, fire and flight had made her abandon the rest of her gowns. Keira sighed and adjusted it, the fabric of the blue blouse baggy on her waist and tightening her rope belt to keep her skirt from dragging on the dirt. The worst part was the damn clothes didn't even fit. When she'd been a King's advisor and respected healer, all of her clothes had been of silk or lace cut so exactly as to be like a second skin. Grateful patients and amorous lovers had treated her constantly to boxes of chocolate, baskets of candied fruit and dinners at the finest restaraunts. Unlike many enchantresses who'd have used magic to make themselves look effortlessly skinny, Keira had preferred letting the pounds accumulate to proclaim the life of wealth and ease she led. To a certain extent. Keira had used an amulet to keep herself at a very curvy and sensually soft 130 lbs. At 5'4 this hardly made her plump save in comparison to other female mage's, but she'd dress to show off her womanly wide hips, full soft D cups and a waist that was comparatively narrow and mostly flat. Combined with her blue eyes, blonde hair, ivory complexion and earnest face, she was a complete knock out, who rarely went to bed without a pretty woman or handsome man in it. Other sorceresses wanted to be either aesthetically skinny or athletically fit despite never breaking a physical sweat, Keira proffered to look pampered and rich, not fat at all, but like she never wanted for a meal. At the Equinox, when the fertility goddess Freya had her week long feasts, the blonde Mage would drop the amulet all together and splurge, trusting to a low neckline and a tendency toward's top heaviness. At the new year she'd be so plush and sensual she'd look like the red gold goddess come to life, with eye searing curves straining each seam to bursting and the start of a second chin. She'd gotten more than a few catty comments over the years from other sorceresses, especially when they held their typical sauna conferences in the nude and the width of her hips could be seen. Keira laughed at them all, with the their fat less frames and false breasts. Every man from servant to King liked a surging chest and a bouncy rear, most didn't mind some fluff at the middle either and no few preferred it. Now though, all that was gone. Keira started up the path to her new home, her skinny thighs not brushing as she went carefully up its steps and her lean arms clutching her only surviving bag. Running from witch hunters, mobs and invading armies for months had badly drained her resources in every way. Exorbitant bribes and sky rocketing costs had drained her purse down to only a thousand Orin's, with no hope of more save theft or murder. A ferry accident had ruined half her library of magical tomes and left all of her shoes at the bottom of a river. Worst of all, she'd gotten skinny. Keira's widely flaring hips had burned away with only peasant's rye bread and thin butter to sustain them, going from invitingly womanly to girlish and narrow. Likewise, traipsing over hills and across swamps had melted flat her wide, round and butter soft ass that had drawn eyes to her when she went through crowds like iron filings to a lodestone, into one that was narrow, small and hard as a rock. Days in a comfy chair moving by carriage had kept her thighs plush and squeezable, meeting seductively at the top and perfect to have wrapped around a lover's waist, but walking everywhere she needed to go had slimmed her legs so much she had a thigh gap like a dancer. Telekinesis and never doing any work had kept her arms just toneless and soft enough to bespoke her wealth without being flabby, but carrying her own bags, hauling herself from a ship wreck and doing her own cooking had made them so lean Keira was disgusted to find herself developing muscle tone. Feasting and a weight loss ring had in tandem made her waist perfectly soft, with a small ring of fat around her navel, yet not bulging, but one meal a day if she was lucky for a month had made her woman's mound collapse inward, becoming completely concave. Keira could see all of her ribs and her abs were becoming visible. Worst of all, the full and bouncy pride of her life, her breasts had faded like a spring snow shower against a warm sun, being reduced from glorious D cup to something on the line of B and C. And to her shame, Keira knew no sorceress would be caught dead with a b cup. In short, the most curvy of spell casters was now looking as thin as the rest of her order. The woman who had been called 'more plush than a sorceress should be' by the willowy Phillipa Eilhart, prior to making out with the older sorceress, now had such a skinny waist her sisters in magic would probably have asked her for advice. The last time she'd weighed herself, she'd dropped down to a doll-like 110 lbs. 'Ugh, I doubt this place has any food in it,' Keira groaned to herself as her washboard waist let out a growl, 'other than mouse droppings.' The cabin was utterly deserted inside. it didn't even have any furniture in it, much less cabinets. Mice didn't even live in it, which was good as Keira hated rodents more than anything. One of Keira's teachers had owned it as a summer retreat years ago, she'd snagged the will when that sorceress had accidentally summoned herself into the elemental plane of fire and wasn't expected to come back. Her old mentor had boasted it was a quaint home away from home and shielded completely from any outside ability to detect magic. 'Let's test that,' Keira sighed, sitting her single bag down on a floor so bare it didn't even have dirt on it, 'wouldn't want the witch hunters chasing me.' That was the reason Keira had fled here instead of somewhere more hospitable. A few traitor mage's were helping the church of the eternal fire and the nilfgardians had their own sorcerous minions, including if rumors were true Yennefer of Vengerberg. If Keira let loose with any enchantment greater than the one that kept dirt off her bare feet or made a potion strong enough to cure the sniffles, she'd have assailants on her like no tomorrow. She was no slouch in a fight but wasn't a combat specialist either, her skills tended towards alchemy and medicine and if too many enemies came at her at once she was cooked. Her range of teleportation wasn't that good either, those who specialized in such could get hundreds of miles in a jump, while Keira had to push herself to get ten in a day. She could never hope to get to distant Kovir, with its tolerant laws and love of round backsides, she needed a refuge like this one to make a new plan. 'Glavella glam!' Keira spoke, letting her magical senses stretch out and finding that dilapidated the house might seem, it would block even the strongest scrying ritual or detect magic spell. Relaxing, the skinny Mage began drawing her pitiful possessions out of her bag. As the bag was magic, this included a comfortable bed and blankets, a decent alchemical work station, a portal to a pocket dimension that consisted of a jacuzzi, a table and chairs and only a single loaf of rye bread and a solitary bottle of wine. 'Uff, what a hovel,' Keira sighed, planting her skinny butt onto the chair and looking down at her paltry meal. She should have rationed it out, a few slices and sips to cure her hunger pangs while she fully explored her new environs. Her funds weren't much, by her usual standards, and food prices in the village were sure to be high what with armies coming in demanding grain. Nor was she like to get wine that good again. She also needed to badly restock her store of alchemical reagents, which would require contacting supplies on the other side of an army. Keira's belly gurgled. A few minutes later and half of of loaf and bottle were in her shrunken stomach. Keira stared tipsily at the rest, trying to come up with a reason not to consume them and finding none, did so. Pleasantly full for the first time in weeks, she put a lean hand on a stomach that barely bulged. 'Ugh, I'm literally wasting away out here,' Keira sighed to herself, 'I can't be seen looking like this. I look like a peasant girl.' Tired, she debated between a soak or bed but was interrupted by a small bell and a called 'Hello?' 'What now?' The sorceress groaned, casting a small charm on herself to deal with most of the alcohol. Opening her rickety door, Keira saw a woman and a sheep on a halter. The sheep looked like crap, with runny eyes and patchy wool. However the woman was better: she was tall, wearing a sturdy if plain dress, with a strong face, red blonde hair and blue eyes, skellige blood if Keira wasn't mistaken. If she'd been a noble or a sorceress she'd be gorgeous, as it was too much hardship and labor was starting to put faint lines on her face even though she wasn't much over twenty. Strangely for a peasant she had good teeth, and while lean had full breasts and wide hips, her wiry arms and strong shoulders showed that the old sword on her hip was for more than show. 'How can I help you?' The sorceress asked, trying to not be too haughty, 'I'm new in the area as you might realize.' 'Yes, some folks in town said you were coming out to the witch's hut,' the woman answered, 'you must be the new wise woman then.' 'I'm flattered but I'm not here as a wise woman,' Keira corrected her, "I'm here to not be bothered." 'Nah, house calls for a wise woman and one comes, always does back to when Midcopse was founded,' the red head shrugged, 'if you're here you're her. My sheep here is sick, I don't want it spreading to the rest of my herd or to put her down if I don't have too. Name's Bridgette by the way, I'm the head woman here.' 'Head woman?' Keira asked, her teacher's notes hadn't mentioned that. 'Yeah, my lout of a brother likes to pretend to be in charge, but the women have always run Midcopse in truth,' Bridgette explained, 'so can you do anything for this ewe?' Keira stared at the ungulate, which sneezed on her yard. 'Listen, I'm not a veterinarian,' Keira said, remembering treating wealthy human patients for sums more than the entire village was worth, 'I'm...' 'I don't care what you were before, nobody does,' Bridgette informed her, 'But I can tell you've been missing a lot of meals, that those clothes dont' fit you and are too thin for the season and that you don't have an axe to split wood or calluses on your hands to do it. Even if you were a somebody wherever you came from, even if you've got, let's just say a spark of something else...' And at this, Bridgette tapped the side of her nose and made Keira flinch she'd been spotted so easily. 'Help me with my sheep and it'll be worth your while, I can tell ya can. I'll get you some proper food in ya before nightfall and in the morning I'll send some boys over to patch your roof before it rains,' Bridgette continued, 'in a day or two someone will have a busted ankle or a sick goat or a pregnant wife and you'll get yourself a proper coat and a stack of fire wood before the snow starts falling. If the witch hunters or the southerners start sniffing around for any reason, then you're just my sister who lives out here since her husband died. See?' Keira sighed, knowing she was over a barrel and that the woman was right, 'I do. Fine then, call me Keira but around any one else just say I'm, oh something rural, Hannah. Let me take a look at your...sheep.' Fixing the sheep was easy, some herbs and a burst of discrete magic from her dwindling reserves had it right as rain. Bridgette thanked her and departed, leaving Keira to stumble back inside and decide to fall asleep, her sole clothes hung carefully on a hook. She woke up with a start at a knock and stumbled blearily to the door. She opened it to find herself face to face with a basket carrying Bridgette, who let out an impressed whistle while looking her up and down. 'Wow, now that's a way to make you feel appreciated,' the peasant woman laughed as Keira realized in horror she'd walked to the door nude, 'but I wouldn't recommend you doing that often. We've got good people around here, but there's not a maid in the village as gorgeous as you. The ones that skinny are old, the ones that young are plump. Gods girl, I'm the fairest maid here and you're making me look flabby!' Keira felt herself blush, starting at her navel, and mastered it by the time it reached her reduced bosom, she covered her breasts and stood straight, 'Apologies, it's not a usual habit but I'm a bit disoriented. Is something a miss?' 'Well, "Hannah",' the peasant said, hefting a large basket covered with a cloth, 'I'd thought I'd give this to you. You look like you need it.' She pulled away the cloth, revealing a basket heaped with wheels of cheese, loafs of hard bread, carrots, potatoes, a bag of chickpeas, a bottle of cider and even paper wrapped jerky. It was several meals worth of food, worth far more than one sick sheep. 'Here girl, welcome to the neighborhood,' Bridgette smiled, 'I have a feeling you'll soon fit right in.'

Some leftover pics from last night. 😊

Feeling fat, am I looking fat?

The majority of my weight is going straight to my belly and when I eat I get so round that I look very pregnant. Can confirm it is just a food baby.

God morning!!… yesterday night was amazing, pizza and beers 🍕🍻🐖❤️ The results was pretty good!! Enjoy me! 😏💋✨🐖

She has others, she is stunning! Nice find.

145lbs of pure love 🤣

I'm a little piggy 😉😉 🐽

happy friday my lovelys ❤❤❤❤

hey guys look out for my new video where I stuff my face and gain over 5 pounds in one sitting !!part 2 will be out soon my love bugs

Let me be your Feeder Mistress in my newest feeding encouragement video available at the Curvage Clip Store soon!!

I was 267 in March and I’m 291 now. What do you think?

MAN! Her side-roll pudge is awesome!

I have had a sad and bad day, but does my belly look cute?

Had to strip down to my underwear as my clothes were too restricting whilst I carried my full and heavy belly around 😋

@Avatar You are right. I was being ironic! Forgive me 🙏

Today I was treated to lunch. I had a whole pizza followed by cheesy garlic bread and plenty of coke. I then decided to try squeeze in to an old bathing suit. It was a huge effort, but definitely worth it. How do I look?