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noodles stuffing she said she's starting to get stretch marks on her belly now (😍!) unfortunately she kept trying to hide her belly the whole time, so I think she might be self conscious of them Afterwards she laid down on the bed and rubbed her belly while moaning orgasmically. It was hot af She also claimed that no one has ever eaten her out...which I find really hard to believe

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265lbs. and Growing!

I did it! I submitted my very first video to the clip store. I still have a lot to learn about making clips but this was very fun! I just hope I did everything right and it gets approved! Here's screen grab from very early in the video hope you like it! 😁

Good Afternoon My Curvage Family. Just organizing my phone photos and I have a crazy ridiculous amount of fat pictures....I mean, every picture is kinda a fat picture. 🤣🐷🤣

Rachel Leah Bloom is an curvy American actress, singer, songwriter, and comedian. Born: April 3, 1987 (age 31), Los Angeles, California, USA

Hey everyone I made my own account 🙂 will be posting here more often

Hope you’re all having a great weekend 🥰

Heeey... good night!!! . . .me after a good Mexican dinner 😘💋✨

Still one of my favourite videos that I've filmed😸💕

Miss this round belly? My Birthday is coming up soon... should I make another cake video? 🎂🐷 Dont forget —> https://avn.com/awards/voting/favorite-bbw-performer

Yeah. They're obviously low-balling on both numbers.

Just a little update! My month of gaining is going really well. It took a bit for my body to get used to all the calories and I felt like for the first few days, my metabolism was speeding up, and the scale reflected that. At this point though, my body has given up trying to burn off the thousands of extra calories I’m loading into it, and my weight has shot up, and I’m feeling more soft and bigger than ever. It’s been truly amazing how much more plush and jiggly my belly and butt and legs have become. I can feel them all bouncing constantly as I walk and it’s... distractingly arousing, to say the least. I feel as if I spend my time wavering between two states, the first being “oh yes, I am a plump goddess” and the other being “god I can’t even move I’m so stuffed.” So.. it’s enjoyable haha heres a (braless, sorry) photo of me when I’m totally full to the brim, as well as my attempts at recreating an old photo — someone posted it a page or two back? I had a hard time getting into the proper position, side rolls being in the way and all, so hopefully this will at least give a decent idea of where I’m at 😂

@throwaway56342 I got my stool samples tested twice last year since and did a stomach endoscopy. I haven't had a colonoscopy yet but also haven't had any lower-abdomen issues either. The funny thing is I've been able to put on muscle, I just can't seem to put on fat on it's own! I've never really gone back to normal eating because I'd indeed get the same effect; I'd lose a little muscle and drop all the fat within weeks. ( Is there any way to place spoiler..? I know not everyone wants to read about doodoo 💩~ ) Stools are very important to look at from a health point of view and can actually tell you a lot about what's going on... but aside from when I just got sick my stools were a little dry but they're normal now. No signs of malabsorption/undigested food or a rim of fat that'd show gall bladder problems. Also when I do notice having some digestive issues, this is what I do and hopefully some other people will have benefits from it. We all know about probiotics/prebiotics, there still aren't any studies that I know of that show any improvement in pill/supplement form. So instead, I get it directly from the source: Jeruzalem artichokes! If I'm in a hurry I'll juice them together with (get fresh ones if possible!) ginger, turmeric, beets and celery and if I didn't have any other dinner plans or people coming over I'll eat them instead. IF you've never ate them be prepared for the worst gassy experience of a lifetime..but believe me if you have any type of stomach discomfort caused by digestive issues, this has always helped me within 24-hours. I do have to add, this is all my own experience, haven't found studies supporting my theory either - just that it's a lot cheaper and doesn't have side effects ( aside from farting 🤷‍♀️)

Lazy Friday waiting for more delivery 🤗

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I managed to control my eating a bit over Christmas and New Year, so I think I slowed down my growth a bit... I still got plumper, but I don't think I blew up too much?? I did break my New Year's resolution on the 1st of January though. Sure, my pants are tighter and there's some more jiggling and bouncing going on around my middle, but... 1. sucking it in 2. relaxed 3. distended

Today we got snowed-in, so there was plenty of time to write. Chapter Thirty-Two “Hey, it’s Cody!” I flinched as I entered the gym. Rick was waving from the water fountain as he filled his gallon-jug. Eric was leaning on the wall next to him, all three hundred pounds of tatted muscle. “There’s our champion right there!” Eric stood up and moved towards me. Oh shit. Handshake or fist-bump? Fist-bump or handshake – Damn it, it was a back-slapping hug. Why do I suck at these particular set of social cues? “How does it feel to be a winner?” Eric asked. “Candace totally could’ve won…” He waved his hand dismissively. “Everybody knows that; it isn’t the point.” “You know I had to console her all of last night over it.” “She’s alright now, isn’t she?” Eric shrugged. “Looks about as confident as ever this morning. Cody, I have something for you that you and Candace might find interesting.” “What is it?” “Real quick, follow me and Rick to the office.” The “office” was a small glass-walled area next to a few cubicles. I personally had never been inside, but always stole a three second glance at the rows of placards and trophies surrounding the workspace inside. Strangely enough, I rarely saw anyone inside, and never the same person. It was as if the gym had decided any respectable business needed an office, but no one really used it. This time there was a giant sitting behind the desk in the glass office. As we entered and I got a good look at him, he reminded me of Candace’s father, except fifty-pounds heavier with a shorter beard. He wore khakis and a polo shirt, both straining against muscles that were doing their best to rebel against the confines of professional attire. A thick watch gleamed against his meaty wrist. “Hey Benjamin,” Eric said as he and Rick took positions by the glass wall, leaving me in the centre. Benjamin looked at me with piercing, blue eyes resting under a thickened brow ridge. “Is this him?” “He is it Ben,” Rick said, casually taking another sip of his gallon jug. “This is the one who beat her.” “Just barely,” I said humbly. “Beating Candace is a feat in itself,” Benjamin stood erect, refusing to sit another second in an office chair. “You know who she is? She’s the daughter of two wrestlers. They’re good friends of mine. She’s been in the gym literally half her life.” “She’s really something,” I smiled. “Anyway, no one’s told me what your plan is yet.” “You didn’t tell him?” Benjamin raised an eyebrow for Rick and Eric individually (damn, he found a way to train his eyebrow muscles too!?). “What’s your name again? I’m Benjamin.” “Cody.” Thank God he actually held his hand out like a normal person. Relieved, I clasped it with my own and was rewarded by my fingers nearly being crushed. “Here’s the deal: our company’s hosting a weightlifting competition downtown in a few months. Every gym in the whole state’s sending their best candidates to compete. Anyway, we got enough candidates for the heavy weight-class…” “Ayy,” Rick grinned. “Some lightweights as well. Up until now, we had no mid-weights. I think you fit the bill.” I felt a wave of exhilaration and excitement course through my veins. Breath quickening, I leaned against the desk and grinned to myself. “Mid-weight? I’ve never been called that before.” “Well, you’re not mid-weight, not yet,” Benjamin back-tracked. “To qualify as mid-weight for this contest, you have to weigh over two-hundred pounds.” “Two hundred,” I said thoughtfully. “I think I’m about twenty pounds away from that right now…” “You’ll be able to make it so long as you keep going at the rate you’re going. I’d suggest eating as much as possible anyway, just to make sure you make it. So are you in? I got the paperwork right here…” I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. Candace was texting me, no doubt wondering where I was. “Hell yeah,” I said without hesitation. I heard Rick and Eric hiss “yes” behind me with all the excitement of schoolkids staying home due to inclement weather. “By the way, can I have a spare copy?” “You only need one,” Benjamin explained. “Oh sure, but I wanted to see if my fiancé wanted to do it too.” “Actually, I asked her already, but she didn’t seem interested.” “She didn’t?” I asked thoughtfully. “Well, give it to me anyway; I think I can get her on board.” “Where were you?” Candace asked, hands on her child-bearing hips. “You’ve never been late before; what’s gotten into you?” “I have the most fucking brilliant golden opportunity,” I said eagerly. Even then, I could see her start to frown suspiciously. “What?” she asked slowly. “I just signed-up for a weight-lifting competition,” I grinned. “And you could totally sign-up too! It’ll be fun! We can go together! Imagine if we win? I got the paperwork in my locker back there; you can take a look at it later…” “Cody,” Candace closed her eyes, trying to keep her composure. “Can we talk about this when we get home? Not…” she leaned a couple inches closer. “Not with them listening?” “Of course.” “Great! Let’s do core today – how about that?” “So what’s bothering you?” I asked as we entered her house. “Nothing,” Candace smiled casually, walking to the living room and sitting on her sofa. “Want to play Skyrim again?” “Sure, we can do that,” I walked to my backpack lying against the sofa and started pulling the laptop out. “But come on. I can tell something’s bugging you. Is it the weightlifting competition?” “Like I said it doesn’t bother me,” she shook her head. “It’s just… remember when I told you how I liked you because you weren’t a muscle-headed jerk?” “Yeah. You’re gonna build me up into the perfect boyfriend, right?” “Okay, well, Eric is one of those douchbags I mentioned. Like, he knows I’m fucking jacked, but he still teases me about my form and technique! He knows how much I hate that!” “So you think this weightlifting competition might be a way to get back at him?” I asked hopefully. “That’s not it,” Candace shook her head. “This whole thing is, like, some big plan of his. I figured it out! First he humiliates me by having you beat me at benching, then he gets you signed-up for a weightlifting competition behind my back. He’s going to tease me forever for this! That my own student got stronger than me!” “So join me,” I shrugged. “It’d be the greatest thing we’ve done yet! And we can train for it together.” “No, no, don’t you see? That’s the other part of his plan! It’s almost time for me to start cutting, but if I join this competition, I’ll have to bulk more and… and he’ll tease me.” Then I understood everything. I placed the laptop to my side and sidled-up to Candace so our thighs touched. “You’re afraid he’ll call you fat.” She didn’t answer, but looked towards the empty fireplace. “You want to be the strongest, I know,” I rubbed her back. “But with this competition coming, you’re afraid I might get stronger than you. But you also don’t want to keep bulking. Is that it?” She inhaled deeply. Her body was strangely stiff. “I’ve never been this big before…” She’d never looked so vulnerable before either. Immediately overcome by an urge to comfort her, I drew her into a soft embrace, fondling her head and kissing her. The words I needed to tell her didn’t come to mind right away, so I held her for a long, longing moment. “Honey… you’ve never been this sexy before. Everyone thinks so.” “For now,” she sighed. “I’m sure they’ll tease me about it soon.” “Let me tell you a secret. I’ve found that most every woman has the same thought. They think that they look sexiest at a certain weight – whatever weight that is – and guys think she looks sexiest, like, thirty… forty pounds heavier than that.” “Why do you say that?” she frowned at me. “Do you even know what highschool was like for me? I used to get called fat because I was always working out and eating like a pig every day.” “Highschool kids don’t know shit,” I hugged her closer. “You know bullies bully people because they know what they say irks them? If you’re bothered by it, they’ll use that to bully you. If you’re proud of what you do, what you look like, the bullying stops because it doesn’t work anymore – it’s not fun.” “Okay…” Candace returned my hug. “Anyway, Eric bothers you because your reaction shows it gets to you.” “Do you still think I look beautiful?” she asked suddenly. In answer, I kissed her neck and squeezed one of her breasts. “Don’t ask stupid questions! You’ve never been sexier than now.” “But…” she squirmed in my grip. “You liked my abs.” “I do. Your abs are still there. You’re stronger than before, you know.” “But my… um…” “Your stomach’s soft? It looks cute. Besides, I can think of four… no, six reasons you’re sexier now.” Candace’s mouth broke into a wide grin despite herself. “Six reasons? What are those?” “Well, here’s reason number one,” I lifted one of her breasts up. “And this one’s reason number two…” I was holding both her boobs up now, and I could almost see her nipples stiffen as she met my gaze, wide-eyed and lustful. I slid my hands down her sides, around her waist and behind her. “Reasons three and four are hard to see,” I said as I reached under her yoga pants and grabbed as much as I could. “But they’re pretty big reasons.” I felt her fidget as I slipped back out of her yoga pants and rubbed her soft thighs. They jiggled slightly against each other. I could see her smiling happily. “These two reasons are pretty under-rated, but really compelling,” I looked up at her again. “You like them too?” She didn’t answer me, but giggled in spite of herself, tilting her head to the side. I let go of her thighs and reached for her head, letting her hair envelope my hands like cool, perfumed blankets. I dove for the kiss and found her plush lips waiting for me. Slowly, they rubbed against my own. I felt her body arch into mine, breasts pressing into my chest as her tongue lapped experimentally at my teeth. When we parted for breath, I looked at her with wonder. Had we ever truly kissed like we just had? Her chest heaved with deepened breath, yearning to be against me again. “Will you go on this adventure with me?” I asked. “We’ll out-lift Eric, you’ll see. Your parents will be so proud.” “Fine,” she sighed. “You’ve convinced me.” “Want to play Skyrim now?” “Skyrim?” she laughed. “First things first, we’re going to the bed. Gotta let off some steam.”

The latest video is so hot it hurts my brain. She looks bigger and i love hearing her answer questions. She credits Curvage with getting her into the FA scene. Says she isn't hungry often because she is constantly eating. Eats when she isnt hungry because it makes her feel warm and cozy

Thank you so much everyone for your love and support! It means so much to me 💕

Chapter 8 Tom I knew that in order to keep a girl like Stephanie, I had to make sure she felt special. So I splurged into my savings and went all out on a vacation to Moorea Island in French Polynesia at a 5 star resort with an over-water bungalow. It was the perfect honeymoon style getaway and I couldn’t have enjoyed it more and i’m sure Steph had a great time too, although I knew she had been to places like it in the past. I think she enjoyed going out to exotic places as much for her Instagram page as for actually being there. I knew that Steph had a great many followers of her online persona, but I also knew that what she presented on the internet was not exactly what it was in reality. As incompetent as she sometimes seemed on computers, she did know how to use photoshop to liquify and warp herself thiner. I noticed that mostly she just toned up and slimed her waist down in images of herself, noting too drastic as she was proud of her curves, but enough to justify her family’s shock at just how big she actually was at Christmas, but I digress. We had a nice private section of paradise to ourselves for the most part but I couldn’t help but notice the attention she got from the male members of the hotel staff as well as guests. One evening in particular she got all dolled up in a hip hugging mermaid style green dress that showed off a good amount of skin. With heart shaped sunglass and her hair done up beautifully I watched her strut down the narrow wooden boardwalk holding a Pina colada during the magic hour, but I wasn’t the only one. I saw a young couple holding hands on the beach and the dude was blatantly ogling Steph’s ass and so was the muscled up bartender behind him. It pissed me off to no end, as I had noticed them starring before, but, how could a blame them? Even at her weight, which had gone beyond thick and curvy, Stephanie was still a knock-out and a head turner, and the way she looked in that dress was nothing short of fucking mind boggling. Her perfectly shaped ass was enormous and looked even bigger in that stunning dress as it left nothing to the imagination and to the shape of her amplified, ridiculously voluptuous figure, bulging belly, and jiggly arms. How can a beautiful woman blow up to over 300 pounds and still look hot, even hotter? The answer was Stephanie in that green dress. Her perfect and huge breasts were also on full display and I watched them bounce uncontrollably with each step she took towards me while the wooden planks creaked as if in anguish under her thunderous thighs. When we embraced I made sure to give her a spectacular kiss and lowered her body in my arms with one eye on her fan club behind us. I knew full well what they’d be thinking later that night when they made love to their wives or girlfriends and I wanted to make sure they knew that they object of their lust belonged to me and only me. Don’t even get me started on what she looked like in her bikini, and yes she still wore a bikini, for my eyes only mind you. Stephanie There were so many things I wanted to do. Tom and I were freshly tanned and feeling good after a week on some tropical island, which was wonderful aside from the flight being way too long. I always flew first class but my seat still felt a bit crammed and just sitting for that long on a plane was much less comfortable than I was used to. I didn’t know when they started making first class seats smaller but apparently they did, at least smaller than the last airline I flew. Now I say we were nice and sun soaked and feeling good but I was also exhausted. Travel will do that to you as anyone knows. I had plans for someone to redo the landscaping in the backyard of our new house, and give some of the rooms a bit more character with some interior decorating, but I was so tired it was hard to get started. We got a huge new leather sectional reclining sofa that was so comfy that I had a hard time getting out of it once I sat down. We also got an 88” 4k flat screen which was super important to me because Netflix was a gigantic part of my life. I was a terrible cook, but Tom was great, so I had fun buying groceries and stocking up our massive amount of cabinet and pantry space. We got a super comfortable new California king and I had lots of fun filling my spacious walk in closest with tons of new clothes and shoes. I wasn’t trying to gain weight anymore so it was hard to understand why my clothes kept feeling too small, so I had to update my wardrobe drastically all the time, not that I was going to complain about picking out new clothes for myself. Aside from all that however, I kept procrastinating with my other projects around the house. It wasn’t my fault, the bed and the couches were just too comfy and I was enjoying my house way too much. Still recovering from the flight, I kept sleeping in and then just plopping myself on the sofa for the rest of the day in front of that magnificent TV screen just binge watching Netflix and Hulu. The thing that I most wanted to get done was a bar area in the corner of the room. I kept asking for it and Tom had promised me that he would install a fully stocked home bar, but in the meantime I just had him mix me fun drinks in the kitchen with our little cocktail set. I think it was all a bit of a blow to Tom’s ego to be getting so much financial support from myself and my Dad so I think he tried to compensate in other ways. He ran most the errands on his way home from work and he cooked delicious gourmet dinners every night we didn’t order in or go out, and he never let me attempt to do try and do dishes, not that I knew how anyway. He treated me like his little princess, and I certainly wasn’t going to protest. Also I had stopped going to the gym with him altogether. With us being together and living together it hardly seemed appropriate, besides getting up and dressed by 10 am in the morning once a week wasn’t exactly something that sounded fun to me. Besides, and although I loved my curves, I couldn’t help feeling a little self-conscious being around Amber and her judgments, especially knowing that I had put on a few pounds in previous few months. If I really had to be honest with myself however, I was just plain tired all the time. I didn’t really know why I felt so lethargic, but it had gotten to the point where I was almost getting out of breath just walking around the house. What’s more is that my feet and ankles were killing me all the time, so I figured it was best to stay off of them as much as I could. Tom If Stephanie wasn’t concerned about her weight, then I decided that I didn’t have to be either. I figured if the incident at Christmas wasn’t cause enough for her to be alarmed then I wasn’t going to be either. Not sure if that was the right approach or if I was boarding on becoming an enabler as well as a boyfriend/partner but I didn’t care. I wouldn’t have been able to buy and live in a house as nice as the one we lived in without her, and to be perfectly honest, her lazy princess like attitude really turned me on. I enjoyed waiting on her as much as she enjoyed being waited on, and the more than ample curves she was developing were extremely attractive to me. I enjoyed shopping for her as well, and I know this may sound devious but I must be truthful. I knew that she was a Diet Coke girl but I found that if I bought regular ol’ Pepsi, packs of 20 ounce plastic bottles mind you, she would drink them. I found that kind of thing to be true with a lot of things. If I bought a pack of muffins or cupcakes, they would disappear. If I stocked the pantry full of chocolate chip cookies, potato chips, donuts, a freezer full of ice cream, and a fridge full of cheesecake, it would all disappear, and so on. Not only would it disappear but before long, if some of those staples she had come to expect were not there in the fridge or pantry, she would complain about it until I got her what she wanted. We had been living together in the new house for 8 months when spring came around and by that time Stephanie and I had known each other for almost 2 years. I looked at her as she was sitting where she always sat and I watched her as she heaved her massive body off the sofa and sauntered her way towards me while I was in the kitchen cooking. “Honey I think you’ve been feeding a me a bit too well.” She said as she leaned on the kitchen counter and gazed lustfully into my eyes. She was in perfect Stephanie form with exquisite makeup, hair up in a pony tail, and tiny pajama shorts and spaghetti strap tank top on. She started nonchalantly swinging her hips back and forth as if to really give me the full magnitude of just how big her ass had gotten. Her smooth tan thighs and ass checks were just bursting out all over the place in those sinfully sexy shorts and her arms had become so big and wobbly that they were nearly as wide as her head and practically looked like pillows. “Oh really, how do you mean?” I asked as I peered at the huge belly that gravity had taken a hold of, hanging its way towards the floor in her bent over position. “Look.” She said as she suddenly stood up and undid her pony tail, giving me a full view of her massive tits the process. Her boobs had become so large that they too were bigger than her head and they were beautifully struggling to fight their way out of her pink bra and white top. “You know you are really not good for a girl’s figure. How much weight have I put on since we met?” She asked as she tossed back her long thick brown hair with auburn highlights and ran her hands down her hips. “You look fantastic, and you’re happy right?” “Yeah i’m happy, but do I really look fantastic?” “We own a house, we’re young, you’re not stuck in a loveless marriage anymore.” I said as I put a couple of sticks of butter in the microwave. “Did you ever want to get married?” She asked as she batted her long dark eyelashes at me seductively. “I’m not against it, would you like that?” “I think so, well I don’t know, i’m still a little terrified after what i’ve been through.” She said as she mindlessly grabbed one on the fried chicken strips that was on a platter in front of her and began eating. “I know.” I said as I pushed a small bowl of ranch dressing towards her. “But we do live together.” “Yeah I just don’t know if I want another big wedding right now.” She said as she dipped her chicken into the ranch and took a bite before looking at me all dreamy eyed. “What are you cooking, is that mashed potatoes?” “Yes it is, homemade, but the chicken I picked up from Gus’s.” “Oh baby, you know all my favorites, no wonder it’s so good.” She said grabbed another chicken strip and slowly rotated her hips around to give me a full view of her gargantuan derrière in those tiny shorts, tiny shorts only by comparison. “See this is why my ass has gotten so big.” “You mean why you’re ass is so sexy.” I said as I got lost in the beautiful sight that was her ass starring me in the face. “Whatever pervert, i’m starved, let’s eat please.” She said as she grabbed the platter of fried chicken and twirled around and wiggled her ass towards the sofa. “Oh and make me one of those drinks you made last time too.” She added as she plopped herself down and began feasting directly off the serving platter. We ate the rest of dinner together and I don’t believe I had ever seen anyone consume so much mashed potatoes. Mashed potatoes which I had thoughtfully loaded with way more butter and bacon than any human should ever eat in one sitting. After we finished I lifted up my shirt and took a look at my stomach which was starting to protrude out just the slightest bit, and I noticed that my abs were not quite as well defined as they used to be. “Oh my you’re getting a little soft in the middle lover boy.” She said as took a sip from her freshly remade Mai tai and lit a cigarette. “Yeah I think i’ve been slacking with my workouts lately.” “Well you better get on it, I like my men with abs.” She said as she poked at my stomach and blew smoke into the air. “Is that so?” I asked as I looked over at her huge soft belly oozing it’s way out from beneath her shirt in every direction. “Kind of like how I like my women with curves?” I added as I ran my hands up her hip towards her butt cheeks. “Here let’s see how much you really (pant, gasp) like my ass.” She said as she struggled to heave herself up and lower herself onto my lap causing her to get somewhat out of breath in the process. “Oh honey I just ate.” I said with a grunt as I felt her full weight press down upon my full stomach. “What, am I really too heavy for you?” She asked as I rubbed her swollen belly and caressed her beautiful soft thighs, still amazed at how huge she was altogether and the way she made my lap completely disappear. “No, I’m just full.” “Hmm, I guess i’m tipsy (cough, cough) enough, take me too the bathroom, I need to see how much I weigh.” She demanded suddenly as she looked deviously into my eyes. “I’m too afraid to do it on my own and I know it turns (gasp, pant) you on anyway pervert.” She added with a smile as I struggled to slide her off of me. I helped her up to her feet, and I was starting to begin to wonder if she actually needed my help to get up at that point. I led her into the master bathroom and pulled out the scale from the cabinet beneath the sink. We didn’t use the scale that much, but I made sure that we kept a quality one around as it was nice to have for purposes such as this. Steph stood there in her skimpy pajamas looking like teenage boy’s wet dream and stepped on the scale barefoot. Her dainty little pink toenails led their way up to her still somehow tiny ankles, up to her shapely, silky smooth calves, to her enormous blubbery thighs and then to her even bigger hips and pudgy tummy. The scale creaked, and the numbers danced as Stephanie held her breath until finally, the red digits settled on 338 pounds. “What is it I can’t see!” She asked with girlish impatience, frustrated by the fact that her own boobs and belly were blocking her view of the scale, although i’m sure if she really wanted to she could bend over and see. “318 pounds.” I said, immediately wondering to myself why I had just lied. “Oh my God baby that’s (pant) too much, holy shit!” She exclaimed as she put her hand to her mouth. “Did you expect something different?” I asked nervously. “Yes!” “It’s ok, it’s ok honey come on.” I said as I took her by the hand and helped her down off of the scale which was probably at least an inch off the floor. “I need to sit down (gasp, wheeze) I need to sit down.” She said frantically as her body began to teeter like it was off balance. “It’s all right come on let me help you.” I said as I led her back into the living room. “Get me another drink!” She said as she pushed me away and collapsed on the sofa. I went over and mixed her a strong Long Island Iced Tea and delivered it to her moments later while she was fanning herself frantically. “I can’t fucking believe it, that can’t real, that number is wrong, it’s not real!” She said as she took a huge sip from her icy beverage. “Calm down.” I said as I placed my hand on her shoulder. “No I don’t (cough, cough) want too!” She said as she pushed my hand away and took another long pull from her straw. “Here.” I said as I placed a cigarette between her lips and lit it for her. “How could you let me get this big this is your fault, I could’ve just divorced Brian on my own, that was the only reason I got fat!” She exclaimed as she filled her lungs with smoke. “You look gorgeous, you love your body what’s the problem?” I asked like an idiot. “The problem is I need to lose weight, after tonight I am on a diet.” “Look I told you i’d help you get in shape if you wanted to.” “Well I want you too.” “Ok well whenever you’re ready I am more than willing to train you, I just thought you were happy with the way you are.” I said like I was trying to pull off a Hail Mary. “I am, I just, I just never thought I would get this big.” She said in a softer tone as she took another sip from her quickly disappearing drink. “Ok then I will help you get wherever you want to go.” “Ok, you’re right, you’re right i’m sorry, you’re sweet.” “It’s alright.” I said before planting a long and delicious wet kiss on her full, pouty lips. “Now I need you to get me something to eat, I need to eat something right now, give me dessert.” She said suddenly once our mouths unlocked. “Are you sure about dessert?” I questioned somewhat confused by her scatter of demands. “Yes, I said diet starts tomorrow, right now I really need to eat!”

Have you been missing my burps???, well... here you have a burping video 😘💋✨ (((just waiting for approval)))

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I can't believe bthis is the same person! Amazing gain!

Lmao look at that zipper

hiiii I’m a baby here, my name is Katt , but I go by Kitty 🐱 I’m from Hawaii. And I am 22 years old I have been letting myself go since high school , I love to dress up and wine and dine but I also love stuffing my face and boobs with all kinds of yummy snacks. Anywho, enough about me, I would really love to meet and become friends with you guys 😻 please comment, I would love for us all to stir up some conversations and really get connected and have fun here 😽 p.s I needs friends hehe 👯‍♀️👯‍♂️👯‍♀️

Caution: Morph! You previously posted a comparison that had the skinny you and the chubbier you in the same clothes. Attached is a morph from the chubbier you as a projection of where it looks like you will be soon. Hope you are having fun! Fat Tuesday is late this year, falling on March 5. That could be a good day for updates of progress. Maybe for Lent, you could give up wearing clothes that no longer fit.

Won't be long till you start outgrowing those pj's I bet