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Some more from the Curve Fashion Festival earlier:

She's everything for me. 😍

Update 😘

Waiting for approval... buuuut, there you have 💋✨ Stuffing, burping, and fat play... 3x1!! 🤰🏼🐽💋

Man, the term White Knight always makes me roll my eyes even if it happens to be appropriate sometimes. Anyway, just saw these, think I'm going to die, omg 😍

My girl getting ready for a party trying to contain all that chub in a tight dress

big times for Demi https://forum.phun.org/threads/demi-lovato-out-in-los-angeles-11-16-18.2650360/

She’s still big, fat and sexy. About 17 1/2 stone and this is her stuffed to the point of almost being sick with noodles. She still managed dessert too 😁

Some add-ons ...

A couple additions

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I'm hungry but too lazy to get food. So instead, I set up my tripod, put on my favorite sweatshirt, stood on top of a stool (because I'm really really short), turned on my modeling playlist and took some pictures!

I want it too

Small update, looks great

Gawds look at those thighs...those boobies....those arms! She’s getting so doughy — I really think she’s trying to become a heavyweight on the wrestling circuit!

My piggy pyjamas are tighter ... and this afternoon you will watch me in a new hot video with a lot of burps, beers, food and fat play🍑😏 ✨Good morning 💋

The Curve Fashion Festival ♓♓♓

VENUS

Body Suit at the end

Some more photos we may have missed: Just unearthed another 3 shots of Nicole "Chunky Monkey" Matthews from Shimmer 100 (apologies that this is a link to Instagram, I still haven't figured out how to save photos that are multiple photos in one post from IG). (Bonus 2 shots of Toni Storm's butt.)

As always, super stuffing... 🤭🤷🏼‍♀️🤰🏼🐽✨

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B/N

My fav bit is the epic quivering of Nicole's ass & thighs at 10:50 -- wow!

Well, there's another possibility: when people go to rehab, they are usually prescribed "heavy" medications like neuroleptics, major tranquilizers and mood stabilizers which make some of these patients gain lots of weight, something like 50 pounds in 12 weeks. And when people stop drinking, their bodies crave sugar which make them gain weight as a consequence. Anyway, I wish the very best for Demi Lovato, I am her fan and hope to see her curvier and healthier, without using drugs or alcohol. It's a pity to see such a beautiful and talented girl suffering so much. I was so sorry when I knew she had an overdose. If I could, I would like to personally talk to her and give my total support to this young lady. And, believe me, some women like actresses and top models will go to extremes to lose weight. I recall the case of a very famous english top model who were filmed in a beach smoking crack from a pipe and she did so with mastery. She was six-feet tall but weighed only 100 pounds... I also remember the sad case of a famous british actress who died of a heroine overdose at the early age of 26... So sad... She used heroine to be thin at any cost. She died to be "beautiful" in a society in which there's intense and cruel pressure to be thin instead of intelligent, cooperative, wise, rational and so on...

From fantastic beasts

Found the video this picture is from

I really dont wanna say told you so BUTT ........ https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5b13d70751216 As of Today mid Nov 18

Thanksgiving Day is finally here! How much is Candace going to eat? What will Cody discover at the feast? Chapter Nine I had four days off for Thanksgiving, starting with the blessed day itself, so I was looking forward to waking up a few hours after sunrise, but Candace insisted that I come to the gym earlier, so scratch that idea. Turns out the gym was indeed open, but closed at noon. Strangely enough, Candace also wanted to pick me up from my apartment so that she could drive me straight to her house after our workout. I’m a fan of driving my own car, especially on dates, but then I realized that she had an ulterior motive: getting my address. So I went ahead and rolled with it. It was almost nine in the morning when I got a text from her. I’m her. Here* I was watching Youtube with no pants on. I didn’t expect her to arrive so soon! What’s your rn? You’re* Hold on, I texted as I scrambled to finish dressing. What’s rn? Room number. Oh. Of course it was. Why did I even wonder if she meant “registered nurse?” It’s 405. Getting dressed! There was a brief pause before she replied again, which gave me time to finish tying my shoes before checking the message: Which side of the building? There was a knock on my door. I guess she’d figured it out. Good thing I’m a fast dresser. I opened the door and Candace spilled into me. “Cody!” her arms wrapped my body just tight enough to prove that she could snap me in two if she wanted. “Whoa, that’s my lungs…” I took a step back and noticed that Candace was wearing more than I’d ever seen her wear: white jeans and leather boots, a fur coat and a fleeced hat made her look more like a model showcasing winter fashion than the semi-sadistic trainer I knew. “I’ve never actually seen you wear so much.” “You like it?” she reached up and casually grabbed the doorframe. “It’s starting to get cold, so it gives me an excuse to wear my favourite things…” she started doing pull-ups. “Wait, that’s wood!” I pointed. “You might break it!” “You think so?” “I think… alright, c’mere…” I wrapped my arms around her thighs and plucked her off my doorframe. She giggled as she lost her balance and leaned her torso over my head, arms scrambling over my back. “I like your living room,” she said as I eased myself outside. “It’s much cleaner than I thought it would be.” “Thanks?” I took an arm off of her to close the door and lock it. “Mm, your arms are getting pretty strong. Must be all the extra push-ups I make you do.” I swear, she enjoys making me get flustered! “Uh… you sure it’s not that0 you’re a dainty little fairy?” “Fairy? I’m twice as strong as you!” “Oh really?” “Believe me, I know. We need to amp up your training regimen if you want to get on my level. Hm… how many pushups should I make you do for hugging my ass like this?” I was still holding her up (I enjoyed the feeling of her butt resting slightly over my forearms). “This doesn’t count! We’re not in the gym!” “Oh?” she wriggled her way out of my grip. “Since when was that a rule?” “It’s tradition!” “Tradition? I’m your personal trainer Cody. I tell you everything you need to do.” “This is also true.” She reached for my hand and started lacing her slender fingers between mine. “We should get started! Come on! I parked in the handicapped space, so we kinda have to hurry…” Twenty minutes later, Candace had parked in the first visible slot of the parking garage. There were barely any other cars around us; most of the businesses were already closed. Candace smiled at me as we walked to the trunk. “Let’s get dressed-down and meet at the desk,” she said as the trunk opened. When I saw the inside of the trunk, my blood ran cold. “Oh, shit.” “What, Cody?” “I forgot to bring my gear.” At first, Candace just stared at me with wide, disbelieving eyes. As the silence became uncomfortably long, however, her eyes narrowed and her mouth began grinning. “What?” I asked, slightly nervous in spite of everything. “Your gym clothes are at home?” she came close to me and took hold of both ends of my jacket as if they were the reins of a horse. “Good,” she said slowly. I suddenly remembered the last time she’d used this tone of voice. I was hoping you wouldn’t find out what happens when you miss a session until it’s too late, she’d said on that first date… “Candace, maybe I can just work out in these clothes?” “What’s gotten into you? Of course we’re not doing that.” “But I can still work out…” “There’s a store in the corner of the gym, remember? This is the perfect chance to upgrade your look. We’ve come early, the rest of my clients are off for Thanksgiving, and we basically got the whole gym to ourselves. I’ve got you fam.” Oh, thank God! I wasn’t sure if I wanted to know what happened with missed sessions yet. “You sure I should wear this in public?” I asked when Candace placed a tank-top on a stack of clothing in my hands. “You’ll grow into it,” she smirked. “Plus, it’s orange – one of my favourite colours.” “But I’ve never seen you wear it,” I said truthfully. “I’m wearing it now. Can you tell?” she turned her back to me leaning over a shirt-rack. “…is this a trick?” “Psh. We’re not in the gym yet. The store doesn’t count.” “Hm…” she was wearing white jeans, as I mentioned before. This meant that they were ever-so-slightly see-through. Her panty outline was there, as usual. It was possible that it was covering less of her cheeks than usual. “Nah. I can’t tell.” “Whatever,” she turned around after picking another tank-top. “This one’s black if that’s your thing. “I’ll buy both.” “You will. Now let’s see… shorts, sweats, tank-tops, shoes… something’s missing here.” “Sounds like everything to me,” I suggested, mentally calculating the total price of what was in my hands. “Hm… I never taught you about supplements, did I? Come follow me to the check-out counter; I got an idea.” I did so, dropping the clothes onto the counter next to a cashier who looked as ready to be done with the gym as I was. Candace, meanwhile, got behind the counter to look at the wall of supplements. She looked upwards, like a cat getting ready to jump onto a table, and inched herself up on the balls of her feet to pluck a giant plastic jar from the top shelf (this gave me a glorious view of her steadily-shrinking thigh-gap). She held the thing in her hands lightly, like a baby, as she turned back to face me. “This is my favourite brand to gain weight with,” she placed the thing onto the counter next to my clothes. “Really?” I smiled, doing my best to memorize the brand name. “For real. Smooth, easy to drink, and a sampling of all the basic vitamins you need – all the Vitamin B’s.” “That’s an insane amount. Aren’t there, like, twenty of them?” “More, actually. They keep discovering them. Anyway, hurry up and buy all this! I’m going to change over. I’ll meet you by the pull-up bars.” About two hours later, “bi’s and tri’s” were done and we were well on our way to Candace’s family household. I enjoyed the winding, uphill drive through the woods, and judging from the height we’d climbed, we were probably going to get a spectacular view of the city skyline once we got there. “Just one more turn,” Candace remarked as the road curved sharply. “I haven’t seen my family in a few months, so this’ll be great.” “I’m getting real curious with what kind of parents you have,” I said, looking through the window from the passenger seat. As usual my feeder instincts were kicking in. What if Candace’s mom was really fat? That would be a big hint of what was possible with Candace’s future. Maybe Candace would accept gaining weight as part of life if that was the case? “Oh,” she interrupted my train of thought. “By the way, no mention of sex at the dinner table. My dad would be pretty pissed about that.” “Now why would I do that?” I rubbed her arm as she steered. “I’m not that stupid.” “You’d think,” Candace raised her eyebrows. “But you seem to like talking about sex at the table.” “I don’t… that was just that one time!” “Moist, Cody? What’s that even mean?” “It was the first thing I thought of!” “Whatever Cody – you do you! I’ll show you a thing or two tonight. By the way, that’s my house up there.” She pointed at a two-storey house built on a steep edge of the mountain. Sure enough, it had a spectacular view of the city, with just enough encroaching trees to give some privacy. A patio jutted-out a good distance into the open air. “Amazing,” I said as I leaned towards the windshield for a better view. “We call it the tree house,” Candace smiled. “See how the trees downhill grow past the windows? It makes you feel like you’re up in them.” “Speaking of names, what’s your mom and dads’ names?” “Mom’s name is Lily Lightning. Dad’s name is –” “She’s – wait, what’s her name?” “Lily Lightning,” Candace said casually. “Dad’s name is Dirk. Just Dirk.” “Lightning? Why’s her name that? Do I have to call her that?” “Just call her Lily,” Candace parked in the driveway. “You’ll see soon enough…” We left the car, crisp, foggy, mountain air made me shiver as I followed her to the front door. “But what does that mean? I swear, Candace, I get the feeling you’re trying to prank me. Is it because of the moist incident?” “Hush, darling,” we were at the front door. “Just take my hand; we’re about to go in.” “Right,” I took it and rang the doorbell. Candace knocked loudly. “Why’d you do that?” “Doorbell’s broken –” A woman with black pixie hair opened the door. Besides the slightly-punk clothing style, she looked a lot like Candace. “Maxie!” Candace embraced her in her trademark bearhug. “You made it! Cody, this is my older sister.” “Cody, right?” Max held her hand out. “I’m Max. Candace has a lot of good stories about you.” “Really?” I shook her hand, surprised by the firm grip. “What kind of stories?” Before Max could tell me anything, another woman came scrambling from the kitchen. This woman had long hair with a killer smile and dimples as an added bonus. There wasn’t a trace of misplaced flab on her body. Candace tugged my arm in her direction. “Cody, this is my mother, Lily. Mom, this is my boyfriend I told you about.” “How’re you doing darling?” she smiled with smoky, heavily darkened eyes when she wrapped her arms over my shoulders. “I hope you’re absolutely starving.” “It’s good to see you!” I said. “Um… Candace said something about your name being ‘Lightning?’” I glanced in my girlfriend’s direction. She looked suspiciously chipper, with eyes toward the second storey balcony. “Of course! You mean she hasn’t told you yet? I’m a pro-wrestler. It’s my stage name.” “Really?” I felt strangely uneasy at this news. No pleasant plumpness here. Scratch that idea –” “Hey dirkball!” Lily suddenly screeched with an Italian accent that wasn’t there before. I flinched at the outburst. “Stop choppin’ wood and meet the boyfriend! Hurry and get in here!” From here, I could see the sliding window-door to the patio. From around the patio’s corner, a huge, beefy man with a six-inch beard grabbed the door and pushed it open. Good God, he was a head taller than me! This was even worse than Mom! All too soon, he was in front of me, easily twice my size. The beard masked his face, making him impossible to read. If not for Candace’s grinning face, I’d have feared for my life. “Hi,” I said pathetically. “I’m –” His arms were around me without warning. Fearfully, I returned the embrace, dangerously close to being suplexed into the ground. From the corner of my eye I could see Max rolling her eyes, obviously unimpressed by my lack of masculinity. “My name’s Dirk,” he said when I was released. I couldn’t tell if he was frowning or smiling. “Are you a pro-wrestler too?” I asked. “Of course he is,” Lily folded her arms and leaned against the wall. “That’s how we met – isn’t it sweetie?” “I definitely could’ve won,” Dirk grumbled. “I definitely think that I won,” Lily replied. “It was scripted, though. You’re so lightweight, babe. All I’d have to do is sit on you.” “Ha! You think you can catch Lightning?” I had the feeling that this argument was a common occurrence in the household. Max was checking her phone absentmindedly while Candace had wandered into the kitchen. “Mom?” Candace called as dishes began clanking. “Do you have the cobbler in the oven yet? I’m starving.” “Yes, Candace, I almost have everything ready.” Yes! Candace was yearning to be fed! Honestly, I was too. I’d woken too late to eat breakfast, and we’d come straight to her house after the gym without lunch. I could feel my stomach twisting around itself trying to digest air. Maybe I could sample some food if I got into the kitchen… “Hey, do you need help cooking in there?” I asked Lily as she began walking back. “Oh, don’t you worry about the food; it’ll all be done by dinner time! Why don’t you go outside with Dirk and cut wood for the fire? The girls will take care of the food – Max! Git off your phone and help out over here!” Working outside with Dirk was actually not so bad, judging from the random screeching coming from the kitchen. There was a large pile of wood piled-up in the corner of the patio, which we needed to cut into smaller pieces to be able to fit them into the fireplace. We each had a stump, which we would balance the wood on, before taking our axes and swinging as hard as we could. This was a new experience for me, and even though I looked like an idiot for the first five minutes, you could say I got into the swing of things. I couldn’t help but stare at Dirk as he split through logs at three times my pace. They say that a girl will be attracted to a mate that resembles her father. With that in mind, I had a long way to go before I looked anything like this mountain of a mountain man. His bare forearms were nearly as thick as my calves, and his chest was as broad as my torso was long. Meanwhile, here I was trying my best to cut just one piece of wood in one chop. At least this counted as exercise. Goddamn… I came here wondering if I would catch a glimpse of Candace’s future through her mother’s figure, and now I was looking at my future through her father’s figure. Well, sort of… I wasn’t too sure about growing a beard that long… but I had to focus! So what if Candace’s mom was thin? Human history is all about progress to bigger and better things! And I had come so far anyway! I will survive this feast – and Candace will be stuffed senseless! By about four-thirty, the food was ready, all steaming and stacked upon the dining room table. Dirk and I finished hauling wood to the fireplace and got a flame started. “Y’all ready?” Lily called from the opposite end of the table. “Come on and let’s hold hands.” Oh, a family prayer. I’d been to a few Thanksgivings like this, so I knew what to do. I got myself next to Candace, which was all that mattered to me. It was a long prayer with each of us saying something nice (Max’s part was the shortest). After which, we sat down and started digging in. The food really was spectacular. I could go on for half an hour about everything on that table, but here’s what you need to know: everything you’d expect at a Thanksgiving dinner was there and more, it was all homemade, and it barely fit on the table. After filling my plate, I couldn’t resist roasting Candace a little bit. “I swear, Candace, if you cop out on us and eat salad, I’ll dump this plate onto yours.” Candace laughed while she cut her turkey. “Ha! Don’t worry, I made sure to not eat anything today so that I’d be extra hungry. This feast is all planned.” “You eat salad now?” Dirk asked, thick brows furrowing. “Oh,” Candace swallowed as she began flicking her wrist in the air. “It’s my new diet. Every lunch I have a salad. Cody likes to poke fun at me for it.” “Ha!” Max leaned forward. “Candace? You eat salad? You used to make fun of me for that, remember?” “Yeah, yeah. We all grow up sooner or later.” “Wait,” I held up a finger. “Candace doesn’t eat salad? Candace? What world is this?” Candace rolled her eyes. “Guys, it’s not as big a deal as you make it out to be! I got actual food on my plate, see?” “But what happened?” Max rested her elbows on the table and held her head. “You trying to lose weight? You on a diet?” “As if! I’m just keeping cut for a contest.” “What kind? The Biggest Loser?” Candace inhaled deeply. “It’s a bikini contest.” Lily raised an eyebrow. “Bikini contest? What happened to wrestling? I thought you were into it.” “I am,” Candace insisted. “This isn’t even my idea; the contest is being hosted by my company and I’m going to represent our gym in Los Angeles.” “It’s just weird, is all,” Lily shrugged. “Why didn’t you tell us about it? We could’ve bought tickets.” “Because Maxie here acts half her age,” Candace pointed her fork at her snickering sister. “Plus, I know how much you like to laugh at the ‘stick models,’ so I’d planned to keep quiet.” “Well, you better win then,” Dirk said, devoting most of his attention to eating his plate. Candace beamed. “Thanks Daddy!” “I know you won’t quit.” “Oh, you know it. I’ll show you the trophy once it’s done. You should see the other stick girls! Most of them barely have any muscle! I got this.” I used the moment as an excuse to rub Candace’s back to show my support. I still had mixed feelings about all this. On the one hand, it thrilled me to think that Candace didn’t even want to be cutting (or eat salad!). On the other hand, winning the contest obviously meant a lot to her, even if she and her family looked down on ‘stick models.’ Behind everything, though, was my insatiable urge to see her grow bigger and bigger. It defied all logic, but even now, just glancing down at her abs as they stretched taught, made my eyes lose focus and my stomach drop. I needed it to be bigger. It was like an irresistible itch. Oh well. The bikini contest was only a few weeks away, and Candace was still a bombshell contestant. Hell, from what I’d seen so far, she could gain a little more and still win everything outright. Would it really hurt her chances if her boobs and butt got a little bigger in the next few days? Hell no! The judges would have to be crazy to vote her down! “So you’ll totally eat pumpkin pie with us after you’re done with all that?” I asked. “It’s totally a vegetable, so it’s part of the plan, right?” Candace looked at me incredulously. “It’s a fruit, Cody.” “It’s almost a salad, then.” Max snorted over her plate. Candace rolled her eyes. “Yes, Cody, I’ll eat it. I eat salads now! You all are unbelievable.”

She's not getting any less gorgeous... 😍

A couple more, from insta, someoneay be able to upload better quality versions

September 18, 2010 Kelly knew that she should be on the treadmill instead of the hotel bar, but after another long day of work, Kelly needed to let off a bit, and she found herself at the bar, sipping a vodka cranberry. The lobby-adjacent bar was pretty empty, as one would expect at 8:30 on a Tuesday night. She had walked out of the Dearborn, MI office park that evening to the first cold breeze of the season, yet another sign that her ambitions to take up jogging outside that summer had slipped by without a renewed commitment to fitness. Nonetheless, she knew she would start up again, because the status-quo was not acceptable. With her current weight at 154 pounds, she had put on nearly 25lbs, and no longer looked like the fashion model she could have been previously. She looked more normal now, the cute girl in the office, but not the knockout college bombshell he had been. These types of thoughts often drifted into her mind during her many evenings on the road, but she tried not to dwell on it. She had turned a corner in life during her teenage years by always looking forward. Setting goals. Positive energy that led to action. And, she assumed, she would be able to execute this again. Her focus on this was interrupted by a guy sitting down next to her at the empty bar. She looked up, somewhat confused, "umm hi?" "Hello, you here on business," he asked. Kelly was fairly used to guys hitting on her like this, and while it became more mature than the catcalls she got in college, she still knew what this guy was doing, and, she almost respected the gaul of his decision to go for it. This wasn't some guy her age, it was someone in his early 40s. Yes, the man was in good shape, but this wasn't someone she would usually be sleeping with. She was getting ready to signal no-- but, for some reason she couldn't. Maybe it was that she hadn't really flirted with anyone in a while, maybe it was boredom with her relationship, but Kelly decided to just flirt a little at the bar, figuring no harm could come of it. "What do you don't think I'd come to Michigan for pleasure?" she responded. "I'm Trent." "Kelly." And with that they talked for a bit. After a while Kelly lost track of how many drinks she had, was she on drink four, or was she on drink five? Regardless, she was loosened up with Trent put his hand on her newly soft leg. "Kelly, do you want to maybe continue talking upstairs in my room?" Kelly knew she was in a committed relationship, she knew this was wrong, and she wasn't exactly feeling sexy because of her weight gain, but...for those same reasons, it excited her. As they got up to his room, he began to unbutton her shirt, exposing her soft stomach, as she slid off her pants, love handles showed over her now tight panties. These imperfections she showed only made her want Trent more. Kelly wanted someone who was showing interest in her. Who made her feel like she did in college. The following morning, Kelly woke up to a wakeup call, presumably set by Trent. She looked around the room. There was no sign of this person from the night before. She gathered her things and saw a note on the desk, "Last night was fun. Had an early flight and had to go. -Trent" his phone number listed bellow. Kelly was horrified at what she had done. She had a full memory of last night, but now that the alcohol had worn off, she felt sick about it. As she put her clothes back on, she was getting ready to throw away the note...and...for some reason, decided to put Trent's number in her phone. As Kelly drove her rental car to the office that Wednesday morning, she knew she should eat healthy, but was in screw it mode, and stopped by McDonald's on her way to breakfast. As she ate her food, she realized there was no need to tell Brad about this, since it would never happen again. November 25, 2010 Kelly fiddled with sweater uncomfortably, sitting in the passenger seat while Brad drove. "Brad, I swear this shrunk in the wash." "Yeah, I guess that's happened to a sweater or two that I've had over the years. Who cares though, it's just your Mom's Thanksgiving dinner." "I don't want to look like I'm bursting out of my clothes before we eat." Brad wanted to point out that it wasn't just the sweater. Kelly looked like she was starting to outgrow everything she owned, and he knew she was in denial about it. Had he asked her about it, she probably would have admitted that she had weighed herself that morning and saw she was up to 166 pounds, a gain of 36 pounds since she started traveling. This distressed him. He liked dating the hot girl, the girl that made other guys jealous of him, and now, well, when he introduced him to knew friends, they just remarked how nice she was, and he didn't see anyone taking second looks at her anymore. Perhaps, it said more about his own insecurities that he wanted to be dating the knockout, but he was not thrilled with these new developments. Kelly was not in the level of denial that Brad assumed she was in. She felt every inch of fat on her now-chubby body. When she put her sweater on, she saw how her belly was clearly visible pushing against the fabric, how her arms now looked somewhat soft under the fabric. How her face was even a bit softer. As she pulled up jeans, she could feel her love handles, which were working to push the fabric of the sweater and caused her to constantly push her top back down. When they got to her Mom's suburban townhouse, they were greeted warmly by her Mom and Carl. After some friendly but not especially warm conversation, Kelly went back to the kitchen to retrieve a second bottle of wine. Carl follow her back to check on the turke and they began to talk. "So how is life on the road?" Carl asked. "It's fun, liking seeing my frequent flyer numbers go up, and it's neat to see a ton of parts of the country." "That's wonderful to hear," Carl replied, "looks like you've really been enjoying yourself." Is he implying what I think he's implying? Kelly wondered to herself. "Yeah, umm" she said, turning around to grab a bottle of wine of her Mom's wine rack, "I'm really happy I've had these opportunities." She heard Carl walking closer to her and froze. "You may want to be careful though," Carl said, poking an exposed lovehandle while Kelly was reaching for the wine. "Your Mom told me how much you struggled with your weight as a kid. You don't want to be little chubby Kelly again." Kelly turned around stunned. Had that just happened? "Carl, what the fuck?" "Hey, I'm only telling you what everyone thinks. Are you going to go cry to your Mom?" Kelly paused and thought about it. She was adverse to conflict, and prepared to talk about it with her Mom in private, rather than share this deeply bizarre moment in the company of her boyfriend and her Mom's boyfriend. She walked off without saying anything to Carl. When she got back to the table, Carl's warning or tease, depending on how he framed it had the opposite effect. Kelly was stressed out, and had one of the larger dinners she could remember. A compulsive reflex had kicked in, and all she knew was that food tasted good at the moment. It didn't go unnoticed by Brad that his girlfriend, who supposedly was on a diet, had two full plates of food, and then two slices of pie. Nor did her fail to miss that on the ride home, Kelly had just given up, and let her lovehandles stay exposed, another small compromise to her increasingly large physique.

Oh my... 😍

Damn, things seem to have really gone my way today. I’m off work and I fetched breakfast. She stuffed down McDonald’s for me and went about her morning with a massive stuffed belly. I couldn’t resist fucking her brains out when we got home, then a few hours later she wanted lunch. I made her a cheese baguette, then asked if she wants dessert.... she asked for another baguette 😂 got her that, then some ice lollies, then more sex. After that she wanted a cake so I got her a caramel shortbread. Just when I think things can’t get better she asked me to make her a milkshake with ice cream 😍 and I’m like ‘are you trying to get fat for me?’ And she said ‘umm... no dear. I’ve just been stuffing and stuffing myself for no reason.’ She held her big bloated stomach in both hands ‘Obviously I like feeling like I’m going to be sick all the time.’ I’m not sure what shot through the roof faster, the needle on my sarcasm detector or my dick. needless to say this is the first of many milkshakes....