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Hey, I’ve been super happy enjoying all your messages and love... looks like u really enjoy my measurement photos and believe really interesting things are planned for this month. Also, here you have the gifs of my next video... KFC stuffing, yes just because u ask hahaha and I’m pretty sure that u are gonna love it 🐽🐽🐽💋

I'm at work right now and I am SO BORED. And I am SURROUNDED by food!! Should I make a quick stuffing video?! What should I do!? What do you guys wanna see 😜

Can't. Stop. Cumming. WTF

Some pictures form my newest video! "Things Im Too Fat For"

On to second dinner for tonight! First was pizza and beers with some friends. Stopped on the way home because I ate the whole bag of popcorn earlier today and I knew I would want some more tonight. Well, I ended up getting sushi and two bags of popcorn. I've been having a hard time seeing my belly with such big boobs but it helps when I'm stuffed😉 I'm getting so chubby! Or have I graduated to fat yet?

Now my videos WORKOUT ATTEMPTING and BURGERS AFTER ATTEMPTING WORKOUT are on HALF PRICE SALE!!!

Ladies and gentlemen, as you may know, we are now passing through the month of February. Month which may have a grand, meaningful importance for some people as it ignaugurate the Black History Month-- the fifth one occuring during the International Decade for people of African Descent. I just want to tackle this topic with everyone, so that we may recall and cherish altogether about the significant influence that men and most particuliarly women of color have brought to the staggering Plus Size/Body Acceptance movement/s over the span of the nearly half-century-long struggle for a better society devoid of size stigmatization and discrimatory thin-centered social norms prejudiciable to the self-empowerment of many individuals-- amongst them so to speak, many women as well as ethnic communities used to valorize feminine beauty standards different from the ones publicized by the Western fashion industry alike medias and medical reality. Otherwise, I wanted that we enjoy this month to celebrate the influence and beauty of fuller-figured sisthrens as well as the BBWs, SSBBWs and USSBBWs as members of this broad F.A. community in all peace and self-learning appreciation and how embracing their curves, rolls, fullness or adiposity changed the landmarks of our society forever. For the better, we hope. Thanks you for your attention and happy Black History Month to all people.

Softball player I knew who couldn’t seem to kick her athlete’s diet after she stopped playing. The growth in her boobs is absolutely insane

I moved out of the country and have been busy with some documents and legal stuff, but I'll be back in action soon enough! These photos were taken last week, I'll be posting more later. Have a good one. ♥️

It's here! At last! The final chapter! The Epilogue Months had passed since our honeymoon, and I was walking through the sweltering heat of summer. That is, I was strutting shirt-less just outside the gym. With bikini season in full-swing, Benjamin had the bright idea of having me advertise the gym by walking around outside and letting my muscles speak for themselves. I was two-hundred fifty-three at this point, having just cut about twenty pounds of fat, and every muscle bulged and flexed as I grinned at passers-by. “Hey Cody!” I turned and spotted Hannah walking up. “Hannah! How’s it going?” She beamed happily. “Just finished cutting.” “I see that,” I glanced down at her trim body and washboard abs. She’d essentially become just as thin as when I met her – except her ass and thighs were almost twice as big with muscle now. “So have you thought about what you wanna eat to celebrate? I’m almost done cutting myself.” “Steak,” her eyes fluttered at the thought. “Buttered steak, corn, and a baked potato – the kind where you cut the top and stuff it with cheese.” “Ooh, that’s a good dish,” I remarked, folding my arms. “Tonight? I can move my cheat meal a couple days, no problem.” “Sure! You’ll bring Candace, right?” “Of course,” I winked. “Hey, good luck working out today! Eric’s training you this time, right?” “Yeah, but I miss your sessions. Eric talks like a jock. Anyway, be seeing you!” “Bye!” I waved. I returned to my strutting. Plenty of people were walking around me at this point since lunch was about to start. The closest person was a waif-thin blonde girl with thick glasses. I instinctually figured she was a feminist hipster, then chided myself for using stereotypes and grinned at her. “Hey, how you doing?” I faced her when she stopped walking. “Wanna sign up for our gym? Free membership for a month and all…” She faced me with a wide stance and hands on her hips, barely a hundred pounds of self-righteousness. “What, is my body not up to your sexual standards?” Feminist. Damn it, I’d stepped on a land mine. “Nah, it’s not that. Working out is fun! You’ll feel great!” “So you think I’ll just fall into your arms and work out with you just because your body reeks of toxic masculinity? You think because I’m a woman, I’ll just submit myself to patriarchal societies' interpretations of the ideal woman’s body?” She was using all the buzz-words. Were social-justice articles the only thing she ever read? Maybe I could find a way to speak her language. “Actually, I’m happily married, so my wife’s the only woman I have eyes for. I’m just strutting around to tell everyone about what’s inside.” “Well I’m sorry I don’t conform to your standards of ideal beauty,” she folded her wispy arms arrogantly. “There is no ideal body,” I replied humbly. “I know I look pretty buff, but that doesn’t mean I’m a muscle-headed jock. Like, if I wanted to be a marathon runner, I’d have to lose about a hundred pounds, but I’m training for powerlifting at the moment, so that’s why I’m so big.” “So if you really mean that, then why are you trying to get me in the gym, huh? What’s wrong with my body?” “That’s not up to me,” I said diplomatically. “What do you want to be able to do? What do you want to look like?” “None of your business,” she pointed her nose upwards. “I’m not training anyone for now, so it isn’t my business,” I agreed. “But my wife might have some good tips for you. She’s inside right now, actually.” “I’m sure your trophy wife knows how to please, but that kind of life’s not for me.” “Now hold on,” I raised a finger, feeling my cool demeanour flare slightly. “My wife is definitely not a trophy wife. She’s the strongest woman I’ve ever met.” “Oh really?” “What’s gotten into you insulting women you’ve never met?” I said nonchalantly, seeing her eyes blink hesitantly at my oral jab. “Actually, my lunch break starts about now. Want to meet her? She’s teaching a class right now, but she should be finishing-up right now…” I palmed the door and swung it open, looking at her invitingly. “She’s a lot like you, actually. You’ll see! I love her to death; there’s nothing she can’t do.” Hesitantly, the feminist stood her ground, unsure of herself. “It’s the least you can do,” I began walking in. “After dragging her name through the mud and calling her a trophy wife. Now, how would you feel if a man called you that? Don’t worry about it! We’ll see her and you’ll see how amazing she is! “Fine,” she rolled her eyes. “Alright. Let’s see her real quick.” “Yess,” I walked in, feeling the air conditioner blow cool air over my glistening, sweaty torso. “What’s your name, by the way?” “Why do you need my name?” she asked suspiciously. “It’s weird having a conversation with a nameless somebody,” I explained as we climbed up the stairs. “My name is Cody, by the way.” “I’m Robertson,” she frowned. Her last name. How cold. “Last name? That took me off guard. Well, I’m Mr. Hogue.” She didn’t reply, but wrinkled her nose as a sweaty man approached us: Eric. “Yo, what’s up brother?” he fist-bumped me and clasped my hand. I returned the gesture with perfect precision. “This one of the new sign-ups?” he smiled down at the glowering woman. “Nah, we’re just gonna say hi to Candace for a second,” I said. “You still down for dinner after work? Hannah says she’s down.” “Hell yeah. By the way, your girl’s in room three. See you stud!” As we walked towards the room, Robertson simmered with just as much feminine justice as before. “Your girl? Like you own her or something?” “Well, I’m her man, so we own each other,” I said as casually as possible. Room three had glass walls, so I was able to peek inside politely without interrupting Candace’s class. Row by row, tons of women in yoga pants (and a couple men) were splayed out on a floor mat with inflatable yoga balls. That’s right… today’s yoga class. “What are you doing?” Robertson folded her arms. “She’s wrapping-up the lesson,” I waved her towards me. “Come on! She’ll be glad to see you.” Rolling her eyes, she made a wide arc around me and entered the room. “No… wait…” I rolled my eyes. I sighed and followed her. All my frustrations and worries faded away when I stepped in and saw my wife leading the class from the front (fortunately, Robertson had more sense than to just walk between everyone and stood in the back with me). There she was, stretching her soft, womanly thighs in a butterfly stretch. Her globe-shaped pregnant belly rested comfortably in her lap, helping to push her stretch further. “Now, for those of you who are pregnant, don’t forget to arch your back,” Candace explained, pushing her body forward. “And be sure to breath deeply while you do this. Don’t let the baby get in your way!” she inhaled as much as she could, breasts jutting forward in her custom-made sports bra like water balloons in a pillow case. Her cleavage jostled with every move like flickering fire, and she glanced subconsciously at it to be sure her breath wouldn’t free her boobs from their elastic prison. Then she spotted me and smiled. I gave her a look. She knew exactly what I was going through. “Just one more position, real quick,” Candace reached for her yoga ball and slapped her hand over it. “Then we can break and have lunch, how about that? So this move you do with your yoga ball. Go ahead and grab it. Now what we’re about to do is rest against it like this… and just slowly roll your back across the top. This will relax every vertebra, every muscle in your back…” As the class followed suit, Candace rolled herself over the ball like a giant dolphin. Her huge belly pointed towards the ceiling as her boobs threatened to roll themselves out of their confinement. With lightning reflexes, Candace shot her forearm in front of them to block their escape attempt. I glanced quickly at Robertson. She stood in place and glanced back. Somehow, I think I had offended her again, but I wasn’t sure how. Best to be patient. “And hold that position…” Candace continued. “Hold it… and very slowly… roll yourself back off. And that’s it! Good luck everyone! I’ll be seeing you next Thursday!” The classroom bustled with people putting away their equipment. Candace stood up, waiting for me. “Hey Candace,” I approached her with open arms. “Hey terminator,” she hugged me and leaned in for a kiss. With her belly in the way, I shifted to her side to accept that kiss while Robertson stood awkwardly in front of us. “How was class today?” Candace smiled with a hand on her belly. “Kevin caused quite a ruckus.” “He’s going to be a screamer baby,” I patted her belly. As taught as preggo bellies go, there was still a couple inches of softness coating it. “Hm, I wonder where he got that from?” “Oh!” I looked up at Robertson. “This is Robertson, by the way… she said I was married to a trophy wife.” “Oh!” Candace shared my mirth as Robertson turned a deep shade of red. “Me? A trophy wife? If anything, you’re the trophy Cody. I did build you after all.” “I guess,” I laughed. “Robertson, this is my wife Candace. She trained me from being small and skinny to what I am now. I owe her everything.” “I…” Robertson had finally lost her high ground. “That’s nice and all. Good for you.” “I know what you’re thinking,” Candace grinned as I casually hugged her from behind. “How did this balloon train Cody how to bodybuild?” “Oh no, that’s not what I was thinking…” “It’s alright! Sometimes I wonder how I did it. Well, don’t let appearances deceive you. I’m still the strongest woman in this gym – and as soon as I give birth, I’m taking-up pro-wrestling!” “But you’ll take maternity leave first,” I reminded her. “Whatever. Robertson, you see all this padding, right? That doesn’t mean I’m weak. You know, being healthy doesn’t mean you look like anything in particular, or even stay the same weight. Your body naturally changes over time; you just have to guide it in the right direction depending on what you want out of it. By the way, what would you be interested in?” “Me? I haven’t… thought about it.” “That’s okay! If you want, I can show you a few stretches and nutrition tips sometime. How about after lunch?” “Oh, well, I was actually looking for someone and…” Hannah stepped into the room. “Cody, we should go to Red Robin… oh! Star!” Robertson’s face broke into a girlish grin. “Hannah!” They rushed into each other like colliding magnets, lashing themselves together with their arms as they shared a passionate kiss. “What are you doing here?” Hannah asked. “I got off early today,” Star Robertson shrugged as she patted Hannah’s muscled glutes. “You’re lookin’ good today. Why don’t you ever wear this at home?” “Because I get all sweaty and… hey, so you met my friends? Cody and Candace?” “Uh… yeah,” Star’s voice rose an octive. Hannah’s eyes glistened. “You’re gonna start working out with me? I can teach you all kinds of tricks!” “It’s uh… I’m fine with how I look…” “Please,” Hannah waved her hand dismissively. “Life’s about growth and progress. Always working to be better than you were before… aw, Star you know I love you and think you’re sexy, but working-out’s so fun! Cody and Candace taught me that!” Star huffed in frustration. “But I’m fine! I don’t even need to diet or work out.” “Oh,” Hannah’s eyes glimmered. “Ohhh… Star, I almost forgot. I’m done cutting now!” “Is that what you were calling it?” “It’s bulking time,” Hannah smirked, squeezing Star’s shoulders happily. “We’re gonna celebrate by going to Red Robin and – oh, you should come! We’ll all eat together!” “Um…” Star glanced in my direction. “S-sure…” “And I can show you what bulking’s all about! I know you’ll love it! I’m buying…” Hannah looked at me and Candace as she began guiding Star out. “So we’ll see you two over there in a few minutes? I’ll reserve a table for us.” “Go ahead,” I smiled. “We’ll get dressed and meet you there.” I couldn’t help but grin as I watched the girls go. I rubbed Candace’s arm, looking down past her cleavage at the massive pregnant belly beneath. “You know,” I patted her belly again. “I almost thought for sure I never would’ve gotten her signed-up.” Candace leaned her head against my bicep. “Hopefully she calms down though. Hannah’s got some weird tastes for women.” I laughed heartily. “Me too! Me too…” “Stahp… ugh, it’ll take the whole gym to get her straightened out.” “Kind of like me, you mean?” “Well, you had a good attitude.” “Ha! Don’t worry about that. I have a way with people… hell, the more I think about it, the more excited I get! If I could get this strong, imagine what she could do? She’s got potential.” Candace hugged me once again. “Wanna try showering together again before we meet them?” It was a tempting idea.

here’s a few screen caps from her and friends stories of last night

Looking fantastic I'm curious though, are you keeping your face out of videos for privacy reasons? Seems like an odd choice given how much of your material already features it anyway; it's obviously your choice, but you're really pretty and I'm sure most of us would be even more inclined to buy if we could see all of you.

Hello! I thought it would be better to post in the forum than just pic dump in my status😗

Thighs https://forum.phun.org/threads/toni-braxton-performs-at-hard-rock-hotel-casino-in-hollywood-29-jan-2019-mq.2744380/

Chapter Thirty-Seven “How’s your head honey?” Candace brushed my cheek with her palm. “I hit my forehead,” I replied. “Not my cheek…” “I know,” she patted my cheek firmly. “But how about I leave that red bump alone?” “Thanks,” I smiled down at her. We were standing in the midst of the room, surrounded by the crowds once again. There was no equipment left around us; it was only me, Candace, and the other thirteen finalists. The announcer had manifested himself into human form before us (as opposed to a disembodied voice) and had just announced the top three placers in the lightweight class, who were now holding trophies of varying heights. “And now, ladies and gentlemen, announcing our top three finalists in the midweight class. In third place! We have! Mr. Joseph McClaine!” The crowd’s hands clapped like a torrential rainstorm as Joseph was handed his well-earned twelve-inch trophy, crowned with a bronze, flexing figure. “In first place, we have! Ms. Candace Csonka!” Candace’s chest inflated with a deep breath of pride and relief. With eager hands, she practically snatched the three-foot trophy being handed to her. She hugged it close to her chest as she looked up at me like a happy child with her favourite Christmas present. “Cody, I’m so happy!” “For our heavyweights… in third place! Mr. Archibald Harrington!” Candace laughed heartily. “That’s such a funny name! Hold on… what happened to second place for the midweights?” “I wouldn’t worry too much about it,” I rubbed her back as I stared off into the sea of adoring fans. “In second place! Mr… Nguyen… Abayomrunkoje!” “Abby!” someone corrected. The crowd clapped none the less. “Hey…” Candace’s eyes narrowed as she looked at what I was staring at. “Look! My parents are walking up to us! What are they doing?” It was true. Lily “Lightning” and Dirk Csonka were leaving the stands and calmly approaching us. “Oh, look,” I laughed. “They’re wearing their wrestling outfits.” “Huh… Cody? Is that your family? The two parents and all those kids around them?” I looked where she was pointing. It sure was. Mom and Dad were coming – a little more shyly than Candace’s parents – with four kids milling about them like a herd of skittish deer. Dad was wearing his grey suit. Mom had a fancy dress on that she had sown herself. “For first place… we have Mr. Benjamin Giles! The mountain!” The crowd clapped vigorously, cheering and whistling as my boss accepted his five-foot trophy with one arm while he shook hands with the other. Candace gripped my arm tightly, sidling-up closely as she looked at the increasing number of people began crowding around us. I could see several friends and relations from my end of the family alone in the gathering mass of people. I couldn’t play dumb anymore. I looked down and saw her eyes widen with the realization that something was about to happen. “And now, ladies and gentlemen… it gives me great pleasure to announce the winner of second place in the midweight class! Ladies and gentlemen! Give it up! For Mr… Cody Hogue!” Beaming with glee, I saw my modest three-foot trophy being carried to me (well, modest compared to those heavyweight trophies), grabbed it, and shook the announcer’s hand like a lottery winner. “Congratulations,” he whispered as he handed me the mic. Grinning so wide that it hurt, I scanned the crowd until I spotted him: my close family friend, Father Llewelyn Dwyer, who had braved sitting casually in the stands in full garb as people no-doubt wondered why he was here. Candace gasped. “Cody,” she whispered. “Cody, what is this?” “Your family didn’t want a Catholic marriage,” I whispered back. “But from a Catholic point of view, we aren’t married unless we have a Catholic marriage. Don’t worry, we’ll still have the big wedding next week, alright?” Then I raised the mic to my face, looked up at the overwhelming number of people, and broke a nervous smile. “Thank you all for being here,” I managed to say before pausing for stage fright. The screaming crowd gave me an excuse to catch my breath. “First thing I wanna say is, I am so proud of my fiancé for winning first place in midweight class…” more deafening cheers. “She always did say, ‘you will never be stronger than me – never,’” some laughing. “She’s right about that… for now. Uh, don’t let her know I said that,” louder laughter. “This contest has meant the world to us because it pushed us to new limits, motivated us to motivate each other, and brought us closer together than I ever thought possible – and it’s only the beginning.” The crowd was ecstatic. I suddenly realized that we were about to be the next viral sensation on the internet with this gimmick. Oh well. It was still the best day of my life… again. “Father Dwyer, may you do the honours?” I handed the mic to the priest, who had silently and patiently positioned himself before us. I clasped Candace’s hands in my own. Heart pounding, I looked into her wide, moistened eyes and fell in love with her all over again. “Do you, Cody Hogue, take this woman to be your lawful, wedded wife?” Breath left me. “I do.” “And do you, Candace Csonka, take this man to be your lawful, wedded husband?” “I do,” she stared at me with childlike wonder. “I hereby pronounce you husband and wife… you may kiss the bride.” Holding onto Candace for dear life, I fell into her embrace and kissed her with all my might. No matter how tightly I kept my eyes closed, I could hear the entire chamber erupt with the full power of a volcanic explosion. My trophy lay at my feet, forgotten. Later that night, I carried Candace all the way to the penthouse suite I had rented for the weekend in downtown. She was quite a woman – in all the right ways – but I still insisted on heaving her up all the way from the lobby, through the elevator, and up to our room. “Oh, Cody, look at the city lights!” she giggled, hanging half her weight off my neck. “You like it?” I grunted. “The way each wall is a giant window?” “It’s fucking gorgeous!” she slurred, about as tipsy as I was. “Alright girl… I’m dropping you on this here couch… while I grab us a champagne from that open bar…” with a final grunt, I plopped her smack in the centre of the couch, which faced a flatscreen TV hanging off the glass wall. Her body bounced slowly against the cushions’ softness, breasts wobbling. “Don’t take too long,” Candace twisted around to face me as I made a beeline for the fridge behind the bar. “I’m aching.” “That’s my line,” I replied as I opened the fridge door. Excellent. Fully-stocked with all the alcohols. I plucked a promising bottle out and eyed the cork with some confusion. Right. I’d forgotten about corks. Now, where was the corkscrew? “Hey.” “What’s up girl?” I asked, scrambling through counter drawers to find the elusive corkscrew. “H-hey!” I paused my endeavour to peek over the counter to look at my gorgeous wife. She was gripping the top of the couch in a vise-like grip, leering at me with white fangs and an arched back. “Yes?” I asked cautiously. “Bring that bottle here.” “But I haven’t found a way to open it yet…” “Come here! Come closer.” Ah. She was feisty. Best to leave anything made of glass behind. I side-stepped the bar and began to approach one small step at a time. So far so good; she hadn’t mentioned me leaving behind the champagne. I stood by the couch, instinctively taking note of the lamp-posts, the coffee table, and every other sharp object I could bump into. Candace smiled broadly from all-fours and beckoned me to get on the couch with her. How could I refuse? I bent down to sit next to her – and was instantly trapped in a tight headlock. “Easy!” I twisted in her embrace and flailed my legs like a fish in a bear’s mouth. “Wow, easy!” “Hah!” she sat up on the cushions, bringing me up against her soft, globular breasts and plump belly. Lips brushing against my jawline, they found their way to my ear: “You will never be stronger than me,” they whispered. “Never!” “Well, today’s the day!” I challenged her, pushing my legs against the far cushion and trying to mount her. “You’ll never get me that way!” she gloated. With arrogant abandon, she released me from her headlock to face me as an equal. I scrambled for dominance, arms flailing uselessly as she swatted them away. I tried to wrap them around her sides, only to slip against the fabric of her elastic shirt as she twisted around me. Now she was on my back, sitting on my hips. My face rubbed against a cushion as she began to twist my arm behind my own back. “Uncle!” my voice was muffled against the couch. “Uncle!” “Ha!” Candace released my arm. “You see? You will never be a match for me!” Still wedged in between her massive thighs, I twisted around until I was looking up at her grinning face. She leaned forward, still holding me in place with those thighs as she planted her arms on either side of me, her breasts hanging just above my chest. Her legs tightened suddenly. “Don’t even think about it,” she smirked. “You won,” I sighed happily, giving-in to her ultimate power. “I could’ve won though… but your shirt… its so smooth and elastic. Very slippery…” She chuckled as I reached up with both hands to show just how slippery her shirt was. “You like it? It’s just polyester, but it suits the likes of you just fine…” Her voice drifted off as my hands rubbed the sides of her shirt more slowly. Her grin faded as I reached for the hem and lifted it over her protruding belly, hanging over me like a lush, succulent fruit. My fingers caressed the soft flesh lightly at first, then deeper as my drunk courage took hold of me. “You like it?” her eyes widened. “You… like it?” I sank my fingers in, palming handfuls of warm, tanned skin. Months of denying myself the pleasure of feeling her was being fulfilled like an unbearable itch. I felt for the swell of fat below her navel, and grabbed it so I could shake it fondly and watch her whole belly move. Only then was I able to look into her wide, startled eyes. “I thought…” she quivered. “…that you were… I didn’t think you…” I reached up with one finger to her soft lips. “Shhh… some things make more sense when they’re felt…” Both my hands returned to her belly. With some wide, circling rubs, I held her whole belly and squeezed it softly together. With a ragged breath, she released a slow sigh and I felt her stomach relax. It oozed a couple inches further. Again, I looked at her. She was as lost as a kitten, looking at me for answers, for guidance. I obliged by holding her hips and pulling her softly, slowly down to me for a kiss, letting the weight of her belly press against me. “How much?” I whispered. “What?” she whispered back. “How much do you weigh?” I slowly rubbed my hands across her butt cheeks, smiling. Aroused and confused, Candace leaned close to my ear. “Two-hundred nineteen.” “And you wanted to rub my belly for how long? Since it started getting soft?” “It feels so warm and good… I don’t know how to describe it.” “Huh… weird.” “It does feel good – me rubbing it like this?” We were chilling on the couch watching Netflix as the city lights flickered outside. Candace was reclined against me as I devoted all my attention to massaging her belly as she drank more champagne from the bottle. Candace sighed as she placed her hands atop mine. “Yes. Goddamn, but you’re good at massages.” “You’re clenching your abs again,” I poked her stomach. “Here, do what I showed you again: suck it in… now hold it… hold it… now let go. Suck it in again… and let go. That’s a good girl.” Contentedly, I returned to massaging her belly – now looser and bigger than it had been a moment ago. We continued watching whatever was on television. Personally, I wasn’t sure what was happening. I was far too into massaging Candace to care. Candace raised her bottle up to take another swig. Then she stopped short and put it back down. “Hang on… do you want it to get even bigger?” I squeezed her stomach more firmly than before. “Remember our first night together? When you asked me what I thought was sexy?” “Yes,” she patted one of my hands as it circled her navel. “Remember how I said I liked progress? That I was attracted to someone becoming better over time?” “Is this what you meant?” “You’ve grown so nice and strong,” I kissed her head through her black hair. “You’re always improving yourself, getting stronger and curvier all at the same time – you’re the best of both worlds Candace.” “So strong girls are another fetish of yours?” “Of course they – hang on! That’s two fetishes revealed in one night! No fair! You gotta tell me some too.” “Fetishes?” Candace’s stomach clenched instinctually. “No, bad!” I patted her stomach lightly until she relaxed it again. “Yes… fetishes. There’s two types of people in the world. Those with fetishes… and liars.” “Um… sure…” “Come on Candace! You can’t just hide your secret fantasies forever. If you think about it, you’ll never be able to try them out if you don’t tell anyone – tell me. I’ll try them out with you.” “Are you sure?” “Well… I’m kind of scared of BDSM, but if you really want to try it, then we can go for it. Baby steps, though.” “That’s the stuff with the ropes and needles, right?” “Yeah…” “That’s for weak bitches. I don’t need a rope to tie you down.” “Ouch. That hurt.” “So… hm…” Candace lay against me, thoughtfully breathing as her stomach rose and fell against my hands. “Where’s my phone?” “Phone?” I reached behind me towards the lamppost and grabbed it. “Right here.” “Gimme…” she snatched it and began unlocking it with a flourish of her thumbs. “So I’m not sure if this counts as a fetish or anything, but ever since I was little – a teenager, I mean – I’ve been drawing some doodles and posting them online.” “Wow!” my eyes widened. “You draw? You never told me that! I’d love to see them!” “I’ve never shown them to anyone – not anyone I know, I mean,” Candace shrugged. “I was just drawing whatever came into my head. Some character sketches, a few short stories, and stuff like that…” As Candace opened her DeviantArt app, my eyes bugged-out at what I was seeing. It was nothing like what I would’ve suspected! “It’s not sexual,” Candace started scrolling through her sketches. “I mean, not really. I just think they look really cute…” “You’re a furry!?”

Screenshots of the honors video: (part 2) God she's getting chubby!

Arm dimples ♥️

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More pics, less opinions

Haven’t been able to get any pictures lately but things are going ok. She’s definitely started eating more and put back on maybe 5-10 pounds. The fact that we’ve been cooking together most nights as a hobby has definitely helped. Yesterday she texted me these older pictures of herself because she knows they turn me on:)

A few from this morning. I do crop her face out for privacy reasons since she's a teacher. Got to measure the other day and she's 51 inches around. Still working to get her weight though.

I actually joined and have browser but never posted. So a little about me I’m 25 and from Texas I’m currently weighing in at 250 but my next goal is to meet is 300 pounds. I’m active on fantasy feeder and ** and decided to join this lovely community. I’ve not always been heavy I used to weigh 150 so I’ve gained 100 pounds so far I love food and eating and being stuffed. I’m a feedee and looking for an online feeder but would also love to meet friends and encouragers! Attached is some pictures of my body. I’d love for my tummy and booty to expand more and more lovely rolls to appear! 🍕🍔🌮🍫🍰🐷🐽🐖

Comparison 2012 - 2019:

This really shows what you need to see, I think

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As everyone (including myself) goes near apoplectic about the belly and the double chin, let's not forget the thing that put her on the map to begin with....DAT ASS. and boy...is there a lot of it

Hi everyone!! Just wanted to get your input... I’ve had a really successful month but just recently got the stomach flu 😭 thankfully it hasn’t impacted my weight by very much, but I was just wondering if you’d like me to share my results as of January 25, which is when I did some comparison measurements and photos? Or should I extend my challenge a few days to make up for the lost time while flu-ridden? Thoughts??? also please accept this squishy belly shot as my apology for not being super active on here... it’s been hard to think of things to share that wouldn’t give any results away!!

before146 Now

So that's it! 141 pages, 67,613 words, and about three months of writing is finished at last! Here's some end credit music for you: Thank you everyone for reading this story. I honestly had no idea anyone would be so into anything like this. Like, the first weight gain story I ever wrote was when I was 15. I would write from 11 at night to 2 in the morning, constantly glancing over my shoulder to make sure no one knew my secret longings. I would label the documents things like "Essay 2" to keep them as hidden as possible. This is the first story anyone besides myself has ever read! Now that it's done, I have SO many other story ideas to try out. For the past two months, I've had another story forming in my head. This one will put the first story to shame! It will be the ultimate story! As much as I want to talk about it, I don't want to spoil the surprise -- and it will be full of surprises! The only hint I'll leave here is that I listen to music while I write, and I wrote Fattening the Personal Trainer to my Bossa Nova/Samba playlist (see end credits above). The next story is going to be written to the beat of songs like this: Standby...

If she continues eating like this and enjoying it, she just may hit the small club of women that have 60" hips. That's mind boggling...😍

She has been showing some serious arm fat in her recent photos and I think its amazing.

Seconded

this was her biggest

She looks huge in her insta stories too.

Just a little video of me playing with my jiggly belly a little, I wanted to get my toes wet before uploading anything to the clip store. I'll be using a better camera for that, haha.

A couple screen shots from my latest clip!

Here are some impressions from the actual Penningtons Campaign. I hate that they cut faces and on some pictures it is not her, but since it is a lot of pictures... and again the link to the file with many pictures. http://www12.zippyshare.com/v/TWXikcbN/file.html