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This also dropped, damn she is really embracing that BBW body of her's here. The way her body pulls at the clothing. She's grown so big and thick, I love it. I wonder if she'll do another weigh in vid? Still looking as sensual here as always.

This is from her new video.

Clothes don't fit

Good god

Milkshakes are awesome.

from her instagram account.

I've been gone for a minute but....I just finished a shoot and I can't wait to show off!!! Here's some cutting room floor stuff as a teaser!

Fat face Eva!

Cody discovers more valuable information as Candace continues her cheat day. Chapter Seven There wasn’t really a moment where I woke up; I just sort of became more awake as the sun started shining through the window. Candace wasn’t wrapped around me anymore, but the soothing sound of the shower meant that she wasn’t far. Should I take a shower? Should I go bold and walk into the shower with her? Nah, too tired. I reached for the remote and started watching the news instead. That should wake me up… eventually. Screw it. Time to look at curvy girls again. Where was my phone? It was in my jeans, which were on top of the counter next to the TV. Oh well. I might as well get up then. Shedding the perfectly-warm bedsheets, I made my way towards the TV and began sifting through the scattered clothing items. Boxers? Check. Shirt? Underneath the laced, black panties. I put the boxers and shirt on while contemplating that exquisite piece of artwork. I never did understand why some guys get turned on by looking at lingerie, but thinking of Candace fitting herself into those panties was sort of hot. Thinking of her body slowly swelling up and stretching said panties was definitely hot. And voila, I was awake. I went ahead and found the rest of my clothes, put them on, and even fit my shoes back on. Now, was there time for curvy girls? I did my best, but I heard the shower stop too soon to find anything good. The phone went back in my pocket. Candace stepped out five minutes later, wrapped in two towels (one was a turban). “You’re up,” she said cheerfully. I reached for the edge of her towel as she passed me, but she pushed my face with a snarky grin on her face. “You get enough sleep?” I asked as she placed herself next to the TV, back to me. The towel around her body slipped to the floor as she bent down to retrieve her clothes. “It’ll do me,” she slipped her legs through the panties and slapped them into place. “A little less sleep than I’m used to, but definitely worth it.” Damn her! She knew I was trying to watch TV! Well, I wasn’t really trying, but how was I supposed to concentrate on the anchorman’s face with her slightly softened ass cheeks in the way? “So,” she said with a smile over her shoulder. “You logged in your calories yet?” “Not yet,” I shook my head. “I was sort of distracted.” “Oh? By what?” she dressed slowly, provocatively, enjoying my attention. How did she do that? How was putting her clothes on so sexy? I shrugged. “Uh… I dunno. Hangover?” “Tell me about it,” she laughed. “But I still got mine logged in. First thing I did waking up.” Ah ha! This gave me an idea. “I know a trick for hangovers, by the way.” “Uh huh? I’m listening,” Candace finished dressing and faced me, utterly captivating. “Coke,” I pointed both my fingers for emphasis. Candace raised an eyebrow, folding her arms. “Coke?” “Hell yes. The sugar hits your brain and flushes the headache away in just half an hour! Works every time.” “Coke?” she sounded like my mom. “Cody, Cody… soda’s empty calories.” “But it works, though. I can go down the hall and get you one from the vending machine; I was going to get one for me anyway…” “Sugar, right? That’s the trick? Tell you what, you get on your phone and log your calories, then we’ll go down to the lobby and get breakfast. I’ll show you a thing or two about how to eat sugar.” “Sure.” The dining area was a nice addition to the lobby, with a fireplace burning in one corner and some televisions in another corner (on the same news channel I had been watching no less). Food and drink lined two walls as chefs quietly restocked the humble collection of toast, coffee, cereal, and other such breakfast items. When Candace had a good look at each piece of food, she stood in its midst, hands on hips and frowning with thought. I couldn’t help but wonder what she considered a normal breakfast. She smiled all of a sudden, grabbing a plate and assembling her meal. Personally, I just grabbed my food and sat myself by the window. I casually ate my honeynut cheerios and casually glimpsed towards Candace’s stomach. I couldn’t see the bulge anymore; maybe she was sucking it in? I didn’t hear any flushes while waking up in our room… She walked up with a plate stacked with food in one hand and two tall glasses of orange juice in the other. “Here,” she placed one of the glasses in front of me. She sat herself opposite me with her feast before her. “That’s how you eat sugar.” “Juice?” I sipped it carefully because there were floaty-pieces of orange inside. “Of course,” Candace ripped at the food with her silverware. “Plenty of sugar for your hangover cure to work.” “It’s fructose sugar, though,” I noted, mentally citing the only biology class I ever took in college. “It’s the same type you find in soda.” “Yes, but sugar’s of little use by itself. Drink that and you’ll get vitamin C in the bargain.” “Good idea,” I sipped it more deeply. Calories were calories, and Candace was gorging on them at the moment. “I forgot that you split your cheat day between Friday and Saturday.” “Yeah,” Candace spoke between small mouthfuls. “I start it after work ends to make the most of it. Plus, you don’t want to quit a binge cold-turkey.” “What do you mean?” She paused, chewing and swallowing before continuing. “I mean, you don’t want to have a day where you eat a metric shit-ton and then go back to half-starving yourself. You’ll hit a point where you run out of energy and crash before you can get back into working out. So, when you have a cheat day, you want to ease back into your diet plan.” “That’s pretty impressive how you know all this stuff.” “Thanks.” “Anyway, I was thinking about it, and… you’re already pretty cut. Really cut. So why are you still trying to cut more?” Candace looked up from her plate, absolutely beaming. “Didn’t I tell you?” “What? I don’t think so.” She grinned and pulled out her phone. “I’m getting ready for a bikini contest! It’s next month in Los Angeles!” With some quick work with her thumb, her phone was unlocked and she turned the screen towards me. “Here’s a Youtube vid of last year’s contest, check it out!” A whole line-up of skinny women with waxed muscles were taking turns posing in bikinis on stage. None of them were big, but damn… “Their boobs are tiny,” I said casually. “Yeah,” Candace nodded. “But those are the finalists. The judges aren’t really looking for big boobs or fat asses, they’re looking for who’s most clean cut. See? You can see every muscle on that one.” “Shit,” I laughed. “She’s got muscles inside her muscles. Not as cut as you, though.” “Exactly,” Candace retracted the phone and put it back in her pocket. “I totally got this. I just do this diet for another month and then I haul a three-foot trophy back home.” “You sure having tits isn’t a factor?” Candace chuckled. “I’m sure it would help… but when you cut, you make sacrifices, you know? Speaking of which, your peak performance is actually when bulking, it’s just not as sexy as having abs like these, see?” “I see,” I nodded at her increasingly-stuffed stomach. “Well, maybe someone will invent a boobs supplement someday.” Candace rolled her eyes. “I mean, so you can be cut and… nevermind.” “Drink your orange juice, babe.”

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RIP Stan Lee

Your photos are something miss Carmen.I like and putting, and enjoy the photo.

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Wow, curvy and beautiful. Not fat, but with adipose tissue in all the right places. Great post and great photos. She's curvy and confident, that's nice.

She’s quite voluptuous. I wouldn’t mind seeing another 30-40 pounds on her.

NEW VIDEO! Just waiting on approval!! I ATE SOOO MANY SWIS "I am 30 weeks pregnant and CANT stop craving chocolate! I planned on filming this video with CosmicBrownies but I ate them all before I got to filmig...so instead I got a box of SwissRolls, a bag of M&Ms and a pop. Its not a bad trade. I sit down on the floor letting my swollen pregnant fat belly hang over my pants. My growing tits trying to get out of my bra. As I start to pile swiss rolls into my mouth. They are the perfect size to just slide in and easily go down, stuffing so much. I want to get just as rolly. I can feel my stomach expanding to accommodate all that I am forcing it too!!"

Feeling a little sick these days, hope I get better soon, cuz next week I have a travel planned, lots of food involved.

Look how big Raiza is compared to the other woman. Also, I guess this shirt became a little tight for her large figure.

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Losing weight is so hard. 252. Those panties are 3 sizes larger than before.

New photo)

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Decided to upload new photos.)Carmen is as beautiful as ever.

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Update time hung out with her yesterday she wanted to eat at a buffet

Since my first post she has started 2 diet attempts. Not only was the 212-213 lbs very visible in her smaller clothes, but she also doesn't fit in the dress she's bought for our Christmas party either. She dropped to 205 in about 4 weeks time; really made a valiant attempt at losing weight. At 205 she became stuck. To lose more weight she would have to move more or cut more calories. Moving is a no-no, and going down 8 lbs in 4 weeks meant she was already at the edge of what she can take in self-discipline. With that plateau established it didn't take much for her to go on some binges; half a cake, complete bag of chips, cookie dough. That has quickly brought her back up to 209-210, which kinds of defeats her diet attempt, and helps establish that 210-ish level as a base level in her mind. Before going on a short business trip I've stocked the house with essential groceries, making coming across yummie food virtually impossible. I've also put the scales away as I wanted her to use this period to just let go and not be reminded of her weight. During my business trip I got notifications about some of her credit card purchases. When I brought them up she said she needs larger clothes and another Christmas dress. I think that's a real success that she not only accepts she's not going to be able to lose enough weight to fit in time in her Christmas dress, but that in general she needs larger clothes. Buying larger clothes versus dieting herself into her existing ones. I haven't brought out the scales yet but her face has that bloated puffy look; I can see she's been eating good. I'm really happy I'm being able to get her weight back up, and that she habituates so well. PS: she's 200+ now for almost a year, with highs of 213-215 and an average of 206 lbs. Meaning that given her height, she's been in the Obese category for most of this year, and I think I can safely say her thinner days are behind her. Next phase: habituating her to going out for food and just having fun eating without counting calories. See if we can instill an eating lifestyle in her.

That is now my favorite photo of Carmen.

Getting in shape for the very expected brazilian summer 🐖

Hello My Curvage Family! You 100 percent are getting the Swiss Roll stuffing video today. I am editing it and stuffing my face with a big pile of whip cream and pecan pie hidden under it 🤣🤣🤣

The sixth chapter, in which Cody has trouble sleeping, among other things. Chapter Six I woke up before dawn in pitch blackness. We were tight between the linen sheets, pillows everywhere. Candace was nestled against me, her whole body radiating heat like a small fire. I could feel her back moving rhythmically with mine as our chests breathed. I would’ve thought that I could never fall asleep under such conditions, but alcohol is one hell of a drug. One of my arms was underneath Candace, making that static-ish feeling that is the most painful non-painful feeling in the world. I might have been sweating from our combined body heat as well. These things must’ve been what woke me up, but I didn’t want to move and wake Candace. This moment was just too perfect to mess up. I must’ve been in that position for at least ten minutes trying to figure out a solution. I eventually committed to sneaking my free arm around without messing the sheets – it took two minutes, but it was worth it because now I might be able to wrap it over Candace’s waist. This was a mission that had not consciously formed in my head, rather, the idea sort of happened and I sort of went with it. What else could I do? I was already awake. And stuck. With bated breath, my hand skirted below the taught sheets, just above her skin. It found its way safely over where her torso should be and, with slightly trembling fingers, safely landed on rocky terrain as the rest of my arm followed suit. What a woman. Not a trace of softness on her smooth abs could be felt. But then again… her belly was stretched taught, stuffed full from last night. My heart raced as I tried to subdue my breathing. I had done it! After two weeks, I had finally got her stuffed! Sweet victory – all the sweeter for all my toil… She inhaled deeply, body shifting against mine with all the lazy strength of a resting lioness. She must be awake, then. Self-conscious of my fetish, I shifted my hand towards something more socially acceptable – that space between and just below her breasts. Funny enough, her A-cup bra was still on even though her panties were long gone. Judging from her feet on either side of one of my ankles, her socks were on too. A hell of a drug, this alcohol. “Mm,” Candace’s head stirred, hair brushing against my face. “Sorry to disappoint… not much to grab…” Emboldened, I dug my hand under one cup and enjoyed the plush oasis of fat on her desert wasteland body. “I don’t mind,” I said politely. She inhaled again, squeezing my hand between her skin and bra. “I miss them.” “What?” I whispered. “My tits grow huge when I bulk.” Christ, could she feel my heartbeat right now? She had to be toying with me, and it was working. Flustered, I tried to play her game. “I’m not… uh… tits are not, uh…” “Oh, not your thing, huh?” she chuckled softly. “You gay or what?” “No…” I attempted to squeeze her, but she was twisting into me. Through the pitch blackness, I felt her nose brush my own. Her breath was hot against me; the scent of her lipstick captivated my sensations. I think it was lipstick… “What is sexy to you?” I could tell she was grinning. “You an ass man? I know boys go for a thicc, fat ass. You like mine?” “Uh…” “I caught you staring at it,” her lips brushed against my nose. “So what turns you on, huh? What’s the sexiest thing for you?” She was going in for the kill on this one! It was the last thing I’d expected, and now I’d been ambushed with my pants down. I had to run for cover before I was exposed in the open. “So…” I started carefully. “Uh huh?” “So, it’s not, like, a body shape that turns me on, or… see, I don’t go through life saying things like ‘I like blondes’ or ‘her nose is too big.’ I’m not picky or anything, is what I’m saying.” “Aw, come on! What do you find sexy about me?” “I was getting to that… so… okay, I guess the best way to explain it is that I’m not picky about body types because I’m attracted to ideas.” “Ideas?” “Like, I work hard because I’m ambitious and always want to be better than I was before. So I guess I’m attracted to progress. As in, if I find a girl who slowly gets better over time, that’s a huge turn on. Does that make sense?” “So you like me because I’m always working out and getting stronger?” “Uh… yes. Sort of.” “Sort of?” “What about you? What do you find sexy?” She giggled. “I like the big boys.” “That was quick… I’m not exactly a bodybuilder though, so what’s sexy about me?” “Don’t get ahead of me, now,” her finger traced itself down my chest. “I wasn’t done. I like strong muscles, but I also like a sweetheart.” “Me?” She kissed my cheekbone in the darkness. “I’m surrounded by jerks all day. A bunch of swole fuckheads that walk up to me with invisible lats syndrome and try to give me tips for weightlifting. Me, of all people. And they’re so vain. They actually think I’m into them, too.” “But you like big dudes.” “That’s the problem, Cody. All the buff dudes are assholes. But…” she reached across me and stroked my arm. “I’m a personal trainer. I can build my boyfriend. All I needed was a sweetheart.” We squeezed closer, embracing each other into a kiss. I reached around and grabbed one of her rippled ass cheeks. The muscle flexed under my palm, but over it was the slightest hint of soft padding. I was instantly hard. “Easy cowboy, holster that hot barrel.” I laughed at that, rubbing her butt for good measure. “What time is it?” “Hold on,” she shifted up, leaning up to glance at the alarm clock. “Oh God… it’s four-thirty.” “Let’s sleep on it,” I suggested. “Not on that dick,” she bounced back down to my level. “Turn around, hun. That’s it…” Her arms wrapped around me, body pressed into my back. When I felt her thigh shift between my legs, I sighed comfortably, and attempted to sleep…

Just a few progression pics i could find the first three was my smallest size! Sorry for the shitty cracked screen in some, they were on an old phone and that’s the only way I could get it lol but you get the picture! 😋

When your boob cleavage is bigger than most people's ass crack

Despite my attempts... belly is looking and feeling bigger than ever...

New photos of Justine looking more beautiful. Is it just me or is she still gaining? Also read on her Instagram how she recently broke up with her boyfriend. I wonder if it was related to her weight. Regardlsss she is beautiful and wish her all the best !

See for yourself.... 210ish.