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Bigger than I could have ever imagined 🐽

This event happened the other day but I was hanging out with my friend who has recently put back on a bit of weight. She’s roughly 5’ 2 and I would guess right at about 180 now. So my friend has really thickened up, her boobs are fairly round and heavy looking now, she’s now sporting a pudgy double chin, but by far the best part is how her belly has grown softer and flabbier. So we’re hanging out, we’re both a little tipsy, but we were eating Mongolian and and she was just unabashedly stuffing herself silly. I’m talking random moans from being getting full and really sexy, deep burps. Mouthful after mouthful keeps going down and she is shamelessly inhaling this meal and carrying out a conversation with in between massive gulps. She keeps packing it in and I can tell that her already tight jeans were becoming increasingly tighter. Right at that height if this wonderful display of gluttony she stands up and coming out of a burp says, “I need to uurrp get by, I have to change into different jeans”. So I start teasing her a bit and she eventually said that she was too full to keep standing. She falls back on the couch and just decided to take her pants off so she could continue eating. Not only did she polish off her order but asked if I was going to finish mine! I’ve definitely seen this friend have gluttonous bouts like this before but this one was by far the best. I definitely understood how she regained so much weight.

Fueled by the dark energy of Eisbrecher and Slipknot, I present the thirtieth chapter. We have officially surpassed 100 pages (as measured by Word), and if you think this chapter is awesome, just wait until the next one 🤘💪 Chapter Thirty There was no avoiding the end of the holidays. The next day was Sunday, and we spent it all on the road back home. True to Candace’s plan, I drove up to her house, parking in front of the garage door instead of the curb. We barely had any clean clothes yet, so we stripped nearly naked, started a load of laundry, and enjoyed traipsing around each other in our underwear. The next morning, I woke in Candace’s bed to the sound of a sharp snap. Candace was already up and the slight jiggle of her butt cheeks in her yoga pants showed that the sound was her hoisting them up. I glanced at my watch. “Oh shit! I forgot to set my alarm!” “It’s okay Cody,” Candace scrambled. “We’re only a half hour late. If we skip breakfast then we’ll still make it.” “No breakfast?” I whined. “You might be able to get a weight gain shake ready for us,” she said helpfully as she scrambled for clothing items. “Could you do that for me?” “Yeah, I’ll get right on it. Let me dress first…” “Hurry though.” We piled into our cars and headed for work independently. It was the first time I had been away from Candace for more than ten minutes for nearly half a month. Being in my car alone felt weird now. I looked longingly towards the shotgun seat and sighed. Then again, my cold weight gain shake was at my side. I took a sip of it at a red light and began juggling the various tasks I would need to complete at work in my head. Maybe I could start texting Candace again when I got back to my office… Work was a hassle, as I knew it would be. Still, it was good to see everyone, and I got back into the groove of number crunching... and then I crashed. I daydreamed constantly of waterfalls and Candace’s succulent, tanned body. Hopefully everyone else was having trouble concentrating on work too so I didn’t stand out too much. As it was, I practically ran across the street to get to the gym and maximize my time with my fiancé. I nearly tore several buttons stripping out of my suit and pulling-on my workout clothes (I briefly reflected on how tight my suit was getting; it was almost time to buy a new one). When I jogged-up to the waist-level desk where I usually spotted Candace, I spotted no sign of her. Eric “the Pooh” and his bench-buddy Rick were chatting nearby, though, so I walked up to them. “What’s up Cody?” Eric reached for a handshake. “Hey Eric…” I frowned when I realized he was not trying to handshake but fist-bump instead. Outstretched fingers meshed with fist in a confused clusterfuck of social-awkwardness. Why do people do this to me? “Yo, congratulations man! You lucky son of a bitch,” he slapped my back. “So you heard about the engagement, then?” I couldn’t help but grin. “Hell yeah! Candace’s been showing off her ring all day.” “She hasn’t taken it off?” “Not once! I watched her wash her hands with it on,” he and Rick laughed heartily. “By the way… I don’t see her anywhere. Did I come too early?” “She’s back there,” Eric pointed into the workout room. “By the leg machines.” “Hey thanks! See you later!” I rushed into the room. The familiar scent of sweat and the sound of music blasting on the speakers heightened my enthusiasm to begin training again. It didn’t take me long to find Candace, who was doing planks in a corner by the wall mirrors. I was awestruck at the sight of her perfectly-straight back. Her yoga pants were tight; how did I miss that detail in the morning? They hugged every square inch of her lower body, from her motherly-hips to her plumped, juicy ass. Hell, I didn’t just see the outline of her panties, I could actually tell what colour they were! Everything within twelve inches of her round cheeks was see-through! “Candace!” I ran to face her front, careful not to be caught staring. She casually looked up at me, the expression on her face making it clear that she knew I’d stolen a peek. “Hey Cody; how was work?” “I couldn’t wait to start working out,” I grinned. “Well, me neither…” she switched her pose to a side-plank while pointing her free hand towards the ceiling. “Real quick, do you mind if we do something a little different today?” “Sure, what’s up?” “Well, it’s been awhile since either of us have used a gym – and by the way, I haven’t been able to work out yet – so how about we trade-off on each set?” “Like, I do something while you do something else and then switch?” “That’s what I said! Please?” “That sounds good,” I nodded happily (slightly turned-on by her hinting that she was bulking a little too fast). “What do you want me to try first?” “Remember the hamstring machine I showed you last month? We – I mean, you haven’t hit that muscle group that much so far, so go ahead and do that. I’ll come over once the planking’s done.” “Got it,” I eyed the contraption not ten feet away. “Do six to eight reps at 100 pounds – and when that’s done, switch to planking: front, left, and right for sixty seconds each. I’ll come over when I’m done here.” “Sure,” I said as I eyed the weights on the machine. I readied the weights and positioned myself chest down with my calf against the padded lever. With some grunting, I managed to start raising my calf and get a good burn. Hamstrings, I thought to myself, are a grossly-underrated muscle group being behind you and all. That would explain why this was so hard. Strangely enough, it was far easier when I switched legs – maybe that was my strong side? When I finished, Candace was standing nearby with her hands on her hips. She was staring down towards her toes, which were aligned against each other. Oh… yum. Her thighs were touching slightly near the top. As an added bonus, her stomach was oozing about half an inch over her yoga pants. The centre line of her abs was still visible, albeit not as deep. All in all, her lower half reminded me of a balloon with that first puff of air, resisting that second breath, on the brink of stretching and expanding. “You done?” she asked suddenly. “Oh! Yeah, sorry…” I got off the machine and got into a plank in the same spot Candace had been. Planks had never been hard for me (being a lightweight), so it was a nice, relaxing moment of reflection. Speaking of reflection, I peeked at Candace’s reflection as she buried her face into the hamstring machine. Each rep was flawless on her part, but what really did it for me was how her butt-cheek would scrunch and squeeze outwards. Rep after rep, the fat around her glutes bulged outwards, even resting slightly over her leg in a well-defined crease. It was heavenly. Better yet, I wasn’t caught. Four sets of each were finished, and I looked at her breathlessly. “What next?” “Deadlifts,” she smirked when she saw my pained expression. “I know you hate them, but that’s why we’re doing it today. Plus, you’re getting better.” “Not really,” I sighed. “My form sucks. My body’s not that built yet.” “Nonsense! We’ll do it together, then. Face to face. That way you can watch me do it right.” “Sounds good,” I said. We positioned the weights in an open area. I stared at Candace, who was rubbing chalk across her palms. “You sure we need to wear these belts?” I asked, self-aware of how much we stood out. “We only put forty-fives on the ends.” “Safety, Cody, safety,” Candace rubbed her hands and widened her stance. “You don’t want a hernia, do you? Plus, the belt will help keep your back straight. Now place your feet like I’m doing – a little wider Cody; you’re taller than me…” “What’s up you two?” Eric walked up, wiping sweat off his brow. “How’s the honeymoon?” Rick chimed-in as he sipped a protein shake. “It’s fine,” Candace’s eyes squinted. “You know you’re supposed to grip the bar both ways, right?” Eric smiled knowingly. “Makes it harder to drop by accident. More control.” “I’m doing that Eric,” Candace replied, a hint of frustration in her voice. “You’re fine Candace; I was actually referring to you Cody.” “Huh?” I glanced up. “Oh, right. Deadlifts aren’t my thing.” “Not yet,” Candace noted, bending down to ready herself. Eric’s eyes gleamed as bright as the sweat on his bare shoulders. “Don’t write yourself off, man. You’ve got enough gainz to do well if you have the right technique. I bet you could do ten.” “Ten?” I said curiously. “Yeah man,” Rick added. “You got it.” “Cody,” Candace eyed me from her bent position, cleavage popping below her firm glare. “Are you ready or not? Come on.” “Right…” with a heaving grunt, I hoisted myself into a standing position. Candace eyed me intensely, confidently holding her own bar as if it were half its weight. “That’s good, good Cody,” Eric leaned in. “Push your pelvis into it – look at what Candace is doing. Do that!” As one, we slammed our bars down. Candace used the bounce to lift again as I lagged behind a good two seconds. With a cocked eyebrow, she slammed down again. “You got this man,” Rick slapped his hands together. “Bounce it – go! Again – go!” Rep for rep, I matched Candace, but every time I was a bit further behind. Each time she waited for me, casually standing erect like some Super-Saiyan powering-up. By the time I was on my ninth rep, my legs were shaking with effort. When I let it drop, I hunched over for breath. Could I do ten? Wasn’t nine enough? “Come on man! One more!” Eric grinned. “Go! Don’t stop now, go!” Rick shook his fists. “Do it!” some random guy added. “Just do it!” Well shit, now I had to do it. I adjusted my grip, more to catch breath than to ready myself for this embarrassment. Sure enough, even with everyone raising their voice, I couldn’t quite lift it. I simply hadn’t practised enough. A collective “aww” of disappointment sounded between our three onlookers. “Well, well, well,” Candace smirked, folding her arms under her boobs. “Guess we know what to work on next.” “This is why I was saying I hate deadlifts – ow!” Eric slapped my back. “You did good for a first try, man.” “Anyway,” Candace stepped daintily over her own bar. “Let’s get back to our training session, hm?” “Yeah,” I began following her. “What next?” “This way,” she guided me past the men and walked-up to the nearest squat-rack. “First day back from vacation, so let’s warm-up with a pair of forty-fives again…” “Hell yeah,” Eric began to follow us. “You got this Cody.” Candace darted a wide-eyed glance over her shoulder like a startled cat. She quickly diverted her gaze back to the front, pretending like the three onlookers weren’t making her angsty. “So…” Candace began loading one of the bars, arms still swole from deadlifting. “Go ahead and get your bar ready Cody.” “Fuck yeah,” Eric said loudly. “Get her, tiger. You can out-squat her for sure. I’ve seen you squatting before!” “Go deep!” Rick grinned. “Come on man!” Candace snorted angrily like a spanked bull as she positioned herself under the bar and heaved up. She took several quick, short steps backwards and immediately began squatting, unwilling to cooperate with Eric’s challenge. They actually got louder. “Go! Go!” “I got you Cody! Here, the weight’s on! Squat! Go!” “That’s one! Come on! Two! She cheated Cody! Catch up!” With each squat, the ruckus increased. Men all over the gym were walking over to watch and cheer. What the hell was going on? How was I so popular all of a sudden? Screaming faces surrounded me. I casually glanced to my side and could see Candace executing one perfect squat after another. She had her own fans, it looked like, and all of them were thoroughly distracted by her near-transparent yoga pants. “Focus Cody!” Eric shouted over the din. “She’s gaining on you! You gotta catch up, come on!” A loud, muffled thump sounded and a collective “ooh” echoed. For half a second, the crowd quieted. I looked over at Candace just as she racked her bar and reached out for a man wearing a loose sweater. The back of her yoga pants had finally burst open. “Gimme!” she wiggled her fingers as the man hastily stripped. “She’s-distracted-Cody-come-on-go-go-go!” “Catch up! Catch up!” “Squaaat!” It was my only chance! My legs were still quaking from the deadlifts, but I pushed past the burning pain, knowing that Candace had to be feeling the same burn. Several more squats were added to my count by the time I had to rest. Candace had tied the sweater around her waist. Combined with her starting to snarl, it was reminiscent of a barbarian’s fur pelt. As the showdown continued, I began running out of steam. It looked like busting out of her yoga pants had worked to Candace’s advantage; it had given her an excuse to stop for a few seconds and gain some sort of second wind. Meanwhile, I had pressed on and was starting to feel lightheaded. But still I had to keep pushing myself. Half the gym started chanting “squat!” at us. When the chanting reached its climax, I was halfway up for my thirty-second squat – over ten more than what I thought was possible for me. It was too much! My legs began to buckle just as two giant men hoisted the bar from my shoulders and racked it. A cheer rallied from Candace’s corner; they knew she had won. Candace calmly placed her bar in its place, bent low, and rose again with a guttural, pre-workout roar. I flinched at her surprising level of power as people started pushing all around me. “You need water? Here, some water!” “You almost had it!” “Next one! Next set!” “Come ‘ere. This way! Benchpress!” Both Candace and I had lost control of what had become a mob of several dozen fans. With barely any time to guzzle any water, I found myself at the bench. Eric and Rick had set mine up and were waiting for me to get on my back. “This is it dude. We wore her down with a double-set of legs. Now you take her the fuck down with arms! Look at her! She’s still putting the bar together! She’s got no testosterone! You have this one; you got this!” “…water,” I blinked. A bottle got shoved in my hand and I guzzled it as fast as I could. “Just drop it – throw it! Get a head start!” Tossing the last of it out of sight, I scooted in place and arched my back, ready to start pressing. Rick and Eric were on either end, ready to spot. “Go! Push! That’s one! Good!” “Good! Two! Breathe man, breathe!” “Three! Hell yes! It’s all you!” The entire gym had to be watching by now. I couldn’t see Candace, but all I could see was the lights on the roof and a tight circle of crazed, excited onlookers. How the hell had I gotten myself into this? There was just no way! But it was happening. “Thirteen! Come on man! Don’t stop yet! Fourteen…” “Seven!” Eric bellowed as loud as he could. Wait, what? Was that Candace’s count? My strength nearly failed with self-doubt and confusion. I managed to squeeze another. Was it fifteen? Or… “Seven!” Eric glanced behind me with a strange, mischievous gleam in his eye. “Don’t quit now Cody, push! Seven! Just keep pushing!” Teeth grinding, spine arching, I squeezed-out yet another uncounted rep. For all it felt like, I was benching the whole gym. Damn it, the whole damn gym was right here! Water beaded on my forehead and I hoped it was my own sweat. Once again, I lowered the bar to my chest, heaved upwards, and dropped it against my ribs. I’d reached my limit. Eric pulled away all of a sudden, looking behind me. He started cheering and bouncing with his fists in the air. Others joined in. So that was it, then. Candace had won once again… “No, keep pushing!” Rick yelled six inches from my face. “Trust me, keep pushing.” With a heavy breath, I wiggled my fingers against the bar, widened my grip, and began to push. The bar lifted, inch by inch. Slowly, the crowd picked-up its tempo once again. Something clicked in my head – I had just enough strength! Just enough to straighten my elbows, lean back my arms, and drop the bar… “Yeaaahhhhh!” The roar of the crowd was deafening – far louder than before. Exhausted, I craned my neck backwards against the bench and eyed Candace from upside-down. She was sitting-up from her own bench, frowning at the increasing ruckus. I saw her mouth something. “…the fuck?” she said just loud enough for me to hear her voice. “What’s going on?” All of a sudden, I was being lifted up by a sea of hands. Was this what it felt like to be a hero? A warrior triumphant? Wait… did I just win bench-pressing? Did Eric just trick Candace into thinking I was stuck at seven reps? Goddamn! “Hey!” Candace stood up and followed us as I was carried away. “I wasn’t done yet! Guys? Ughhh! Eric! Agghhhhh!”

And this is what it looked like underneath the dress.

Small update yesterday after having sex I was kissing her stomach and she groaned about how fat she still was so I told her that I love it. She didn’t believe me, so I just came out and said that her size turns me on, and that I’m into fat girls in general. I could tell that it made her happy and she started to believe me more. For the first time that day I saw her eat multiple meals. We got pho in the afternoon, then made burgers and fries at her apartment that night. Then this morning, she sent me a picture of her at work with an outfit that shows her belly button. I don’t think she’s ready to intentionally gain more weight, but hopefully this is a sign that I’m helping her get more confident with her body. Also adding a photo of us together to prove I’m not making this up lol

Bigger than I could have ever imagined 🐽

Fast summer update 🐖

Time for an update I think! I've been really letting go during the holidays, keeping myself very well fed and I think it's showing. When I checked my weight today it was up to 187 pounds! I also noticed that my appetite increased these past weeks and months. I can definitely eat more now than before. This is what my belly looks now. Please tell me what you think!

I hope everyone is having a great year so far! I'm a bit late after being under the weather, but I have a new video coming to you today featuring my adorable christmas outfit!

Chapter 14: soft legs Mor'wen woke up, yawning so deep her jaw popped. She wiped sweat off her forehead and cursed at her body, always in winter she grew abominably warm when sleeping. It was one reason why her weight plummeted during the season and she hated it for that. 'Sia?' She groaned, 'where are you?' Her lover didn't answer, which was worrying. The restless Paladin might be pacing. Or worse, doing calisthenics. The fool, she needed to be resting! And eating. So she could fully recover...after getting nice and plump... Nipples hard against her dress, the nymph easily got up, stretching her arms as she rose gracefully from the library couch. Stiff, Mor'wen stretched backwards, feeling her back pop in a chain reaction. Being as top heavy as she was, and short, the Nymph was beginning to experience some back pain from her stature and told herself she needed to do some exercises to strengthen herself. As she stretched, her dress rose up a little bit over her still bloated belly. She rubbed it, enjoying how it was still soft and dreading how it would soon flatten. It tended to shrink third, first her thighs slimmed until they had a gap, then her hips narrowed into hard girlishness, before her belly began to flatten. After that her breasts would start to shrink, withering into firm little handfuls. When spring came, the nymph would be more lithe and graceful than any human could imagine. She'd have a twenty inch waist, narrow thighs, tiny arms, a flat butt and narrow hips. Her breasts would be mosquito bites and the urge, the urge to dance, to fuck and to hunt would be insurmountable. But not yet, right now although her thighs were slimming, firming, she was still soft bellied and huge breasted. An athlete taking a break from training, a dancer being spoiled by her patron, a mistress enjoying a promotion to wife, last year's debutante with a new mothers stomach. 'You've been eating well this winter, haven't you?' Mor'wen teased her still full paunch, 'Let's go find our lover.' Sia was asleep, sprawled at a stone desk with her slippered feet up on the surface while she slumped in a hair. Her long skirt had slid down to her hips, at last giving Mor'wen a sight of the paladin's transformed stems. 'So that's what you've been hiding under the skirt...,' Mor'wen smiled, 'my my my, someone's got thick thighs.' The Paladin had had runners legs when Mor'wen had seen her first: sculpted calves, slender knees, graceful ankles and hard, firm thighs. It took effort for a woman to get thighs like that, a lot of effort to be that lean. Mor'wen was proud of her own legs and liked being soft, but if she'd had legs that spectacular she would never have worn anything but a thong to show them off. 'Could you...might you become a pear?' The Nymph asked softly, running her orange eyes up and down Sia's long legs. Sia's bottom half utterly lacked muscle tone, it was a pure jiggle from slipper to hip. Her thighs had changed shape, going from muscularly bulky with long flat planes along the quads and trim inseams to round, with fat bulges along the quads and a sure lack of thigh gap, just like Mor'wen's still barely did. There was an odd patterning on the Aasimar's pale lower thighs, almost like tiny craters. The knight's knees weren't as easy to see under a soft layer of fat. Hard calves were gone, turning into the beginnings of indelicate cankles. Her upper body might be soft, almost chubby, but what was beneath the waist was fully plump. 'I'd need to see your ass though and your hips,' the fae giggled, 'too bad I can't get up in time to see you bathe...but is that a new bulge to that belly? I wonder, did you snack?' Sia's lips were red, berry red and the bowl at the desk was heavy with the tops of strawberries. She had eaten well, a good snack full of vitamins and natural sugars. And a lot of it judging by her bloated gut, which had reached its usual post meal roundness. 'Someone's getting bad habits,' Mor'wen smiled, sashaying up to Sia and planting a kiss on her red lips. Sia's eyes snapped open in mild surprise, almost toppling but putting her feet down and she returned the kiss and daringly, wrapped her arms around Mor'wen, pulling her in close. Mor'wen followed, throwing a thigh over Sia's soft legs and sitting in her lap, finishing the kiss and putting a hand on Sia's shoulders. 'Did you have a fun day?' Mor'wen cooed, pressing in close and kissing her again before pulling back, 'Did you...touch yourself?' The pale woman's fuller cheeks flushed red, 'I...no. Not at all. I got a little excited, but...' 'Well, there's always after dinner love,' the Nymph teased, putting her breasts near Sia's face, 'but first, it's time for a quiz for you.' 'A quiz?' Sia asked, delightfully nervous, 'about what?' 'A quiz all about you,' Mor'wen laughed, 'about what you like and when you figured it out. Are you ready?' 'What do I get if I succeed?' The paladin asked. 'You get...desert,' she smiled at the Aasimar. 'Desert?' The younger woman looked at the fae puzzled. 'While blind folded, tied up and naked,' Mor'wen said, running a nail along Sia's cheek, 'because that's something I like, to have a woman helpless and at my mercy.' The paladin flushed, deeply, 'In that case, ask away.' 'When did you first know you liked girls?' Mor'wen pressed. 'Three years ago, it was the first time I couldn't deny it,' Sia shivered, 'I was sparring with another paladin, practicing wrestling and...she'd just given birth. She'd lost most of the weight already but her chest was still heavy and as we were wrestling...' Mor'wen thrust her chest into Sia's face, both bursting out laughing at the sudden interruption. 'So, we've established you like tits,' Mor'wen went on, pulling back before things went too far, 'what about boys? Do you like boys too or just girls?' 'Maybe,' the knight said bashfully, 'the stories I was reading were exciting throughout, I might but they couldn't be another knight. I've seen too many try and impress me or out do me. If I did, it'd be someone who was gentle and humble. Does that bother you?' 'No, it's not bad or good,' Mor'wen shrugged, making her breasts bounce, 'it just is. A lot of people are like that, but don't admit it. Now...what about a kink?' 'A kink?' The paladin asked with a raised eyebrow. 'Hmmm, you're not ready for that then,' Mor'wen smiled, 'but as an example, what if I told you that I would gain forty pounds by spring? Or fifty? What about a hundred? Would I still be attractive? Don't spare my feelings, be honest.' 'I'm ...I'm sure I would,' Sia admitted, 'you're so ...Oh Io, how can I say this...you're so pillowy. You're so soft and feminine and full and squishy.' Mor'wen kissed her, deeply and made Sia put a hand to her belly, 'I think that we will get on wonderfully then.' To her surprise, Sia kissed her and squeezed, almost too hard. 'There's one issue though...,' Sia admitted. 'What's that?' 'I already ate dinner,' the paladin shrugged, 'while I read. The dining hall delivered it to my desk as I wished it.' 'Well then, good thing we have time for a second dinner then,' Mor'wen smiled gleefully.

Our vacation was a blessing as the resort was littered with fat women. Just bfore going my wife had complained nobody dates fat women, and I argued men often do. So it was fun being there pointing the thin/fat couples out to her. The fat women were really something. Partying in the pool. Mom and daughter walks with the daughter (lovely fat face) being even fatter than the mother. But the best observation was this woman, somewhere 50-60 (who knows, hard to tell with fat), who would come to the dessert station a the buffet carrying a cooling bag. She would then fill 4 large plastic containers (those 2 cups ziploc/glad things) with ice cream. Next evening...again. And again. Many people looked at her as if she was a freak. Of couse nobody said something. Me, I looked at her with a smile. Once, we made eye contact. I widened my smile into a knowing one and nodded once. She smiled back.

Ok, so since a few of you seem to have enjoyed my last post, here goes with a memory from way back at High School which has both weight gain and pregnancy content. My RE teacher was a large young woman, probably a UK size 22 at the start of the school year. She had steadily gained toward Christmas & her outfits were getting very tight. On the last Friday before Christmas break she actually unbuttoned her trousers during class despite her top not being long enough of baggy enough to hide the fact. After the Christmas break she announced the the class that she was pregnant, and due shortly after the end of the summer term. Her belly got huge as she continued to gain weight during her pregnancy. She had this one outfit, a green top she always paired with under bump black trousers that never failed to reveal her stretchmark covered belly, riding up whenever she moved. Despite the pregnancy her belly retained its jiggle and there was a pocket of flab that hung from the underbelly whenever it was revealed. Just a little story from way back - but it still sticks in my head, she was so hot & got so big I felt I had to share!

So my phone camera is terrible working on getting something better figured we would just share anyways. Eating big bowl of chocolate ice cream by the way.

Ok finally getting around to posting my measurements! I took these first thing in the morning, empty stomached etc on day 2 of the expiriment and just haven’t posted them yet. Even if the scale doesn’t show massive increases at the end of the month, I’m really excited to see how these measurements change! Also, updated bikini shot 😉 however, the bottoms are starting to rip and the metal buckle things are EXCRUCIATING on my, well I guess under my belly, though they once were on my hips haha so I don’t know how many more times I’ll be able to do this shot. January 2, 2019 weight: 239 (BMI 39.8) neck 15” arm 14” bust 44” waist 36.5” belly 46.5” hips 49.5” thigh 29.5” calf 16.5”

I’m outgrowing clothes within a month or two at the rate I’m growing recently 🐷

I was a long ago member of fantasyfeeder.com. I gained a lot of weight in a few years but im back to a smaller size. Im ready to change that and fulfill my fat destiny looking for encouragment and planning to put out some content wich will hopefully help fatten me back up!

Love the ‘peaking’ belly!

Fried Mac n cheese balls, cheesy hash browns, eggs & a giant waffle covered in butter and syrup! 😋🐷 Who misses my big belly? 🐣 Have you been voting for it everyday? https://avn.com/awards/voting/favorite-bbw-performer

Thanks for all the kind words everyone! Really appreciate it They definitely noticed! Some friends commented on my weight, mostly just playfully teasing me about it. Someone asked if I go to the gym with her to "do something about that belly". My mother does keep bothering me about it whenever I see her, asking me when I'm going on a diet or trying to lose some weight. Was not planning on doing any of those things haha. And I don't have a feeder. Yet haha. For now I'm doing great this way, but who knows maybe in the future. I'd love to be fattened some more by someone!

Hey everyone girlfriend here! Coworker started asking after I started getting a different meal everyday than the one I usually would. Just the other day she brought up the fact I’ve been eating more and need to eat better since I’m pregnant ( I’m not) and proceeded to tell other coworkers there was another baby coming. There are other people who also told me I look pregnant and asked when I was due for a while now including family members. Hope everyone is having a good day 🙂

Chapter 13: Berries in a library Four weeks and a Day after the king's death. "Slow down...please...,' Sia begged, leaning her shoulder against the wall. It was a day after the torturous feeding session the Nymph had inflicted on the prone Paladin. Sia was still confused over it. She'd enjoyed Mor'wen trapping her, enjoyed being helpless and at the mercy of someone she trusted, enjoyed being fed and fed and fed. More, she'd lusted after the cherries in Mor'wen's nestled in Mor'wen's taut cleavage, a purity of admitted desire that shocked her. But the pain, the bloating, the discomfort and annoyance from being so over full and then ...the humiliation at being so overloaded with food she couldn't rise up... 'Not up for a little walk?' Mor'wen said, then stifled a yawn. After lunch, well, Sia's second lunch of the day, Mor'wen had agreed to take her to the library. It was a significant walk, the nymph had said it was a mile of rising and falling tunnels from the main area of the Joy Halls to the stacks of books. At first, the overly full knight had welcomed the chance to stretch her legs but as the dragon gnawed tunnels continued rising and falling, Sia had come to a startling observation. 'I'm out of shape,' the Aasimar admitted, 'just slow down a moment okay? Let me catch my breath.' 'You're not out of shape Sia, you're chubby,' Mor'wen smiled, pacing up with her hips sashaying, 'but good for you realizing it. Don't try and push yourself. Remember how out of condition you are and that it will take months to recover from any injury.' 'Trust me, I'm well aware,' Sia told her, trying to adjust her waistband for comfort against her now permanent food baby. The knight had no idea exactly how many meals had been magically forced into her system yesterday. Enough deserts for a week? For several people to eat desert for a week? In any event it was too many and her body was bearing the results. Her body was soft now, squishy with excess and her stomach capacity after all that feeding was immense. 'Think of your body as a temple, it needs a nice solid foundation of fat to build its walls of muscle on,' the nymph smiled, pinching the pale bulge at Sia's waist line, 'and over the next weeks, I want you to make that foundation strong and deep. Then you can start exercising again and become ever stronger.' Mor'wen's clean nails were pinching more than an inch, more like two. Sia's hand made skirt was painfully tight and alabaster skin mushroomed over the top, a roll of lazy fat that felt utterly alien to her pristine body. For years before, her body was hard and solid, but now even with her belly bloated with food, she was soft. 'I'll be able to out lift a giant at this rate, if I can waddle my way to exercise' the Paladin said, trying to wave away Mor'wen's fingers and succeeding only in making the nymph pinch both of the side flaps of fat that hung on her skirt. 'Hmm, these will be fun to hold on to. For now, I don't want you worrying or trying to lose weight. Relax, eat and sit, you're already in perfect condition for the next two weeks. Every big meal, every lazy day, ever skirt you out grow is a successful exercise. You are a bit big for a spring bodice to be sure...,' Mor'wen suggested, 'time for summer tops for you. I think you'd put on a stone before yesterday and another one after it.' 'Oh good, I'm almost as heavy as I was before my injury,' Sia sighed, letting her gut sprawl out, 'except I don't have any muscle. Can't I start exercising again?' Sia had left her midriff bare when designing her outfits, her long skirt went to her hips and the borrowed bodices covered her now non-existent breasts. Why was hard to say, perhaps it was for comfort, perhaps it was to display her flat waist to catch Mor'wen's eye, maybe it was just an excuse to flaunt something now that she didn't have to worry about being judged impious. Now though, after all of those eating, after exercising so little, her waistline was mushy, soft and bulgy. Upon waking, Sia had discovered she had a small, but undeniable tummy, a bulge around her belly button that went over the waistband of her skirt. Her ribs were now buried in adipose, her pelvis gone, her waist now flanked by the love handles her lover was squeezing. From thinner than any noble girl could wish, Sia had become the type of plump woman who spent too much time sampling candies at court. 'In two weeks, my soft little crusader,' Mor'wen smiled up at the tall, slightly chubby woman, 'perhaps you'll be fitting into my fall bras then.' The paladin blushed, her chest was indeed crammed into a very tight bra. Too lean to have ever been busty, the now thickening champion was growing a womanly chest equal to most woman at court. She had cleavage, not like Mor'wen's monster tits but breasts that would catch the eye, with a bustline at least three inches off her chest. 'I'm becoming decadent,' the paladin argued, 'I won't be able to train well if I get too big.' Sia's self image was harmed, alway she'd been strong, swift and fit, the image of a female warrior. Now though, now she was weak, slow and unconditioned, looking more like a merchant's spoiled daughter or a debutante invited to to so many feasts her suitors would be put off by her new paunch. If she claimed to have been a Paladin, the listener would have asked how many years had passed since her retirement. 'If you want to get strong, you need energy,' Mor'wen insisted, 'enough energy that when you work out you don't hurt your muscles more than it helps. A good walk every day to the library will build up your wind and then in two weeks, you can start transitioning to harder stuff. Until then though, nothing hard. No weights, no running, no push ups or lunges. If you want to wave your arm about pretending you have a sword or do some slow foot work, maybe. After you've eaten lunch.' 'Joy, when I am ready to train again, perhaps I'll even be able to reach past my fat rolls and draw a sword,' The Paladin said, trying to adjust her bodice bra. Right now, her nipples pressed against the thin fabric. Nipples that had been hardening ever since Mor'wen had began pinching her waist. Sia got the bra into a slightly comfortable position and then started walking again, head held high and ignoring how every step sent a faint jiggle running up her thighs and into her tummy. Soon, the nymph caught her up and took her hand. Not long after, Mor'wen was starting to pull Sia along. Although the nymph was increasingly lethargic, not rising until an hour after lunch and beginning to fall asleep at the dinner table, she was getting faster. Still she had the head sized bosom and the full stomach, but her thighs were slimming and her pace quickening relative to Sia who although steadier on her feet was now carrying a layer of soft fat all over. 'I was never a big reader, not really,' Mor'wen yawned, already tired, 'but, I did peruse it a bit after the start of my exile. However...there are certain sections I want you to check out.' 'Like what?' Sia asked, breathing a little hard, 'I was planning on looking for things like military tactics, the actions of great king's in the past, religious treatises. I will need to win a kingdom and protect it, to make sure that you are accepted, to figure out how I can somehow get a nymph recognized as consort.' 'All well and good and that's there, several sections of law and history and religion were prepared for the royal couple,' the nymph yawned, then adjusted her own short dress over her belly. Mor'wen had eaten heavily at lunch, she hadn't cleaned her plate but it was enough to strain a normal woman, and was bloated as a result. Sia watched the nymph's gut jiggle with ever step of her strangely slimming thighs. Her lover, and what an odd thought that was, insisted she was in the midst of slimming down and some how, despite doing nothing but sleeping and eating dinner the Nymph's legs were shrinking. But her belly and breasts, which Mor'wen insisted were withering, showed no sign of shrinking despite careful observation on Sia's part. 'I want you to look at porn,' Mor'wen continued as the two walked into the library at last and she activated its magic lights. 'At what?', Sia asked, stopping in her tracks at the sight about room. It was a big room, not as big as the dining hall but big. Racks stretched on, stone racks that bore books of thin bronze pages, which was expected given the fae' shared of iron and distaste over paper. 'Books about fucking. About all kinds of fucking. Being fucked by women, being fucked by men, orgies, fetishes, masturbation. Getting tied up, getting humiliated, getting fed, getting ordered. Or doing them to others. The Ever Queen didn't want her daughter and son in law to be bored,' the nymph said, somewhat groggily as she walked towards one row of books, 'some are just pictures, some are stories. Some are both. Ugh, I'm ready for bed.' 'Why do you want me to read these?' Sia asked in a small voice, 'I'm a paladin...a future queen by your words, it would be improper for me to be reading ...that.' 'Because you've spent your whole life living like a nun. No pleasure, no joy,' Mor'wen yawned, walking over to a couch and laying down, 'I want you to know what you want. You could barely admit you like my tits, I want you to be filled with ideas on how to pleasure me and be pleasured by me. To have some idea of what you want to do with me when you're finally strong enough to not die when we fuck. Now, I'm going to sleep and you...if I wake up and you aren't exploring your body and expanding the dirty part of your mind I will be cross.' Snores announced that the nymph was soon asleep. Sia cautiously padded over to the racks, grabbing several heavy books. At least this would exercise her arms, she thought as she walked over to another couch and sat down under the pure wizard light. As she sat, a bowl appeared on a side table full of strawberries. Sia didn't feel hungry but after a moment she found her fingers holding a large, perfectly red strawberry. As she ate it, she realized that the book detailed the tale of a nymph captured by a handsome Hunter and his shrewish wife and how the beautiful fae had to slave away milking cows and baking pies while she plotted her freedom which involved... 'Oh my,' the paladin blushed, biting down on the berry.

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She sent me these from work because her shirt keeps riding up on her

She is on vacation in Egypt I'm waiting for bikini pics 😍

You should be respecting her decision to lose weight and not trying to coax her into gaining it back.

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I wish I could do this everyday!