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  1. Goddess shar

    📸 📸 📸 📸

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    23 points
  2. Nicole Passat

    Hi 😏 😏

    Hi 😏😏
    22 points
  3. Version 1.0.0

    Kitty finally decides its time to take those ever important measurements - she compares her numbers to a friends to show you just how big she’s getting. Kitty x
    $5.99
    15 points
  4. I say Taylor Swift just curious on other people’s opinions new on here and didn’t know were to put this NOW THEN Who would of of thought that Taylor would be bigger than Selena
    12 points
  5. Couldn’t resist taking some snaps in this revealing white top
    11 points
  6. KittyPiggy

    10 points
  7. In all the excitement about her blossoming figure, I never realized how the size of her areolae doubled.
    10 points
  8. KittyPiggy

    KittyPiggy

    Feeling myself in these gifs 😸 Who’s seen my new video?
    8 points
  9. Devdend

    8 points
  10. in the wise words of nicki minaj, “ i got a big fat ass” im uploading more regularly now so check out my profile 😌💕
    8 points
  11. I haven’t posted in forever!!!! Here are s few more recent pics😊
    8 points
  12. Ellana showing her yummy, plumpy booty in a skin-tight skirt.
    7 points
  13. chubbycutie92

    chubbycutie92

    Well another night, another two dinners. This time a 4 piece from Chic-Fil-A with a large fry and two sauce packs, then a few hours later I picked up loaded chili cheese curly fries 7 piece jalapeno popper and finished it off with an Oreo shake from Jack in the Box. I couldn't believe I was ready to eat again so soon after having the Chic-Fil-A but I guess that's what you get when you eat so much on a regular basis. By my count that was 1190 calories from Chic-Fil-A not including my soda and about 2200 calories from Jack in the Box😳 I was really pushing to finish that milkshake but sure enough I got it down. Time for bed now with a nice full belly, I need to rest in preparation for all the super bowl snacks tomorrow!
    7 points
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  15. I almost got stuck in this top lol. It might be a little small.... but only a little! A new video should be out tonight!
    5 points
  16. Legendary Thunder

    Nikki Hunter

    Thanks @Gusto for the comparison
    5 points
  17. Check out my new video and keep an eye out for my all day stuffing video coming before the weekend!
    5 points
  18. Do you love my fat belly as much as I do?
    5 points
  19. Hey guys I've applied to be a curvage model! just waiting to hear back now.
    5 points
  20. Hey everyone I made my own account 🙂 will be posting here more often
    5 points
  21. S77

    Dua Lipa

    Dua Lipa, (the remarkably beautiful YouTube star gone pro) not only has a great voice but she has lusty lips and legs that won't quit. For now she's quite slim but great curve potential. I predict a thicker Dua Lipa a few years down the road. enjoy
    4 points
  22. 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
    4 points
  23. Audrey

    It’s a fat lazy day.

    It’s a fat lazy day.
    4 points
  24. King_Schultz

    Loey Lane

    There were a few comparison pics on some forum, and they kept going on and on about her "massive and dangerous" weight gain. I just... wow. She used to be hot, but now she is beyond that for sure. 😍
    4 points
  25. Version 1.0.0

    Look at my fat bloated belly while drink water, jiggle, play, eat and talk about how fat I am.
    $10.99
    4 points
  26. Things have been busy here but we’ll have new updates soon 🙂
    4 points
  27. KittyPiggy

    KittyPiggy

    My measurements video is now waiting for approval 😻
    4 points
  28. ((Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, children of all ages. CyrilFiggus and Curvage.org proudly introduce to you, the number one contender for Best Story in the Worrrrrrrld--SUPERHEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION! And if you're not down with that, we've got two words for you: that's fine. Enjoy!)) The morning after the show, Mickey was sleeping comfortably in bed, the sheets pulled over her bulbous body and up to her chubby chin. Her blissful slumber was broken by Ray gently stroking a finger across her cheek as he whispered, “Levántate y espabila, mi amor.” “Cinco minutos más, por favor,” the wrestler mumbled as she wiggled under the covers. “Come on, Mickey, I’ve got breakfast waiting,” her lover told her with a warm smile on his face. She sleepily scoffed, “That’s a lie; I don’t smell anything cooking in the kitchen.” Ray shook his head and put his hand on her shoulder. “I’ll tell you about it when you get to the table. Come on, gordita.” “Fine, fine,” Mickey grumbled as she peeled the covers away, revealing her impressively large form underneath. Were it not for the overtaxed bra and panties that contained her bulk, the Violent Princess would have resembled a dollop of caramel sauce on the bed; her flab oozed out to fill up as much space as possible. In these moments of rest, when her body settled and her muscles relaxed, her blubber spread out more, making her look more like pudding than a professional wrestler. Like a lazy, spoiled cat, Mickey stretched her arms out to her loving boyfriend, who took them and worked to roll the sleepy woman around to a sitting position. It was a good thing he was working out so much these days; a weaker man would have trouble handling the punk wrestler, especially if she was acting this way. Ray managed to get her into a sitting position after sliding her plump legs over the side of the bed, which earned a drowsy smile from the Latina. “Carry me, baby,” she cooed as her eyes opened to half-lid. She reached her chubby hands to him, only for the man to squeeze them, pull her in for a kiss, and let them fall to her lap. “You’re a bit too big for the princesa,” Ray chuckled. “Come on—pretend that’s the championship belt sitting at the breakfast table.” Mickey grumbled dirty words under her breath as she rocked herself off the bed and onto her feet. As she cracked the joints in her back, her impressive belly jutted out from her waist like a balloon of pudge, seated beneath two plump melons. Ray licked his lips at the sight of his bountiful girlfriend in all her glory, but before he could put his hands on her waist, la Princesa Violenta raised a finger and smirked. “Sorry, babe, but I have a title belt waiting for me.” The couple made their way out to the kitchen table, which looked so sparse without an army’s worth of food filling it up. As Mickey woke up more, a confused look filled her eyes while she tried to understand what was happening. When she glanced into the kitchen for any sign of the enormous feast she had grown used to, she could see nothing but Ray cooking something at the stove. “Um, Ray-Ray, I don’t mean to pry, but where’s breakfast?” the wrestler asked her lover. The beefy man looked her way and grinned as he answered, “I’m making it right now, Mick. You’re going to love it, I promise.” Satisfied, Mickey leaned back in her chair, relishing in how the wood creaked under her mighty bulk. It was something she was noticing from most of the furniture in their apartment: all the chairs groaned when she sat down, her bed whined in protest, and the couch now had a small crater in it from where she had planted her fat behind. All these were signs that she was turning into a blimp right on schedule, perhaps even faster than intended. Either way, it was so electrifying that it sent shivers down her back. What was less electrifying was what Ray placed in front of her: a plate with a sliced hardboiled egg on toast with an avocado spread, and a bowl of porridge with apples throughout. These were accompanied by milk and orange juice but no gainer shake. Mickey furrowed her brow as she studied her breakfast, and her lips dipped into a scowl when her lover sat across from her with much of the same for his meal. “Babe, what is this?” the punk wrestler asked as she picked at the meager (by her standards, anyway) meal. Ray glanced up from the newspaper and answered, “I made you some avocado toast with an egg on top, plus I spiced the egg with some cayenne powder.” “And this?” Mickey grumbled as she lifted her spoon up and let the porridge plop back down in the bowl. “It’s a new recipe I’ve been meaning to try,” the manager explained with traditional glee. “That’s a grain-less porridge made with coconut milk, cashews, and ground up flaxseed. Then I sliced up some Honeycrisp apples for sweetness and a nice sauce. That’s sure to keep you going all day long.” La Princesa had no doubt to the nutritional value, but compared to her everyday feasts, it seemed so piddling. That was not to say it was disgusting; Ray seemed incapable of making bad food, and this was no exception. It was such a disappointment when she thought about how her breakfast yesterday had been a stack of pancakes and half a quiche. She felt like an orphan who was given one and only one bowl of gruel to start the day. “Ray, I don’t mean to sound ungrateful, but is that everything?” she finally asked as she tucked into the porridge. As if he had expected that question, the beefy man replied, “That’s everything this morning, mi amor. I’ve got a special something planned for later, so I wanted you to save your appetite.” Mickey pursed her lips, knowing how Ray was with his surprises; he was not going to tell her no matter how many pouty faces she gave him. She would have to be patient and wait until he revealed what the ‘special something’ was, even if that meant starving herself throughout the day. With little other choice, the wrestler focused on her meal, downing it rather easily and much quicker than she had expected. Acting on instinct, she reached out for another plate that was not there and was disappointed to find she was finished already. “If you want anything else, Mick, you can get yourself a snack,” her boyfriend told her as he worked on his breakfast. “Just try not to spoil your appetite.” “A little late for that,” she groused while she patted her belly, which angrily grumbled at her. “I’ll hold back; I used to be disciplined once upon a time, you know.” Ray smirked at that and pointed his spoon at the mound of blubber that was her stomach. “Yes, but that was before you started pouring calories down your throat like water.” The Violent Princess blushed and stuck her tongue out at the man. “Har-har. I’ll last however long I need to, and then we’ll see who’s laughing. So keep your gainer shakes and six-course meals to yourself; I’ll get by just fine.” “If you say so, gordita, if you say so,” the manager chuckled. “Just be ready to eat by 5, okay?” Mickey glanced at the clock and scoffed, “Eight hours? Please, I can make it twice as long without stuffing my face.” *** That boast proved more difficult to uphold than she first thought, as the wrestler was on the verge of caving throughout the entire day. It started when she got back from working out and very nearly tore off the doors from the pantry, but Ray was able to bide her some time by fixing her a good-sized lunch. Mickey had to settle for snacking throughout the day, but even her snacks were much more limited than normal; begrudgingly, she ate in moderation in all facets until the late afternoon. She had never realized how accustomed she had gotten to massive portions of food, even after she dialed it back after the cruise. Whatever the big surprise was, she hoped that it would be worth her stomach grumbling for hours on end. When 5 o’clock rolled around, Mickey was seated at the kitchen table and felt like she could eat an entire horse; given how much Ray had been cooking that day, it seemed to be a very real possibility. The punk was chomping at the bit when her lover brought out the first course: a steak that was almost as big as the plate itself, seated atop a thick bed of buttery mashed potatoes. Before the manager even had a chance to explain, his girlfriend tore into the steak like a ravenous lion. “I’ve got to say, Mick, I’m impressed,” Ray chuckled as he sat beside his rotund partner. “I was sure you were going to crack at some point, like I’d walk into the living room and find you surrounded by fast food wrappers.” “Told you,” Mickey grumbled through a mouth full of food. “You sure did,” the beefy man replied with a smirk, “but I wonder if you’re ready for tonight. We’ve been keeping your big belly stuffed constantly, and after the cruise, your capacity has skyrocketed. Tonight, I want to test just how much you can truly stuff in that fat gut of yours—that means stuffing you until you can’t hardly think straight, let alone walk.” That sent a shiver down her roll-laden back. La Princesa had glutted herself time and time again since she had started on this jiggly journey, but she had never tried to gorge until she was at her absolute max capacity. She had to hand it to her boy—he had taken to the role of ‘domineering feeder’ like a duck to water. Not wanting to disappoint, as well as being curious about her own limits, Mickey tucked into her meal with a gusto like never before. The evening was going to be the biggest challenge of her career, even more so than flying fifteen through the air and into a flaming table covered in barbed wire and somehow not dying. It was a good thing she had kept herself hungry throughout the day, as the dishes Ray brought out were bigger than any he had ever given her in an eating challenge before. Everything was massive: macaroni and cheese served in a mixing bowl; a patty melt as tall as two copies of War and Peace stacked atop each other; an entire salt-baked chicken. To make matters even crazier, the gigantic proportions kept coming non-stop, hence why the man had been working in the kitchen all day long; he had been preparing this massive smorgasbord for hours and hours, and judging by the sounds she heard, he was still cooking even as she ate. Yet no matter what the chef brought his massive girlfriend, Mickey wolfed it down as though it were a piddling snack. It was a bad idea to one’s food too quickly, as it led to indigestion and other assorted problems, but the super-sized, big, beautiful woman seemed impervious such complications. She scarfed down food like combination of a machine and a competitive eater, only without the unsavory tactics such gluttons employed. It was a good few hours into her feast before the punk wrestler felt the first signs of fatigue. By that point, her stomach all but divided into two separate parts: up top was the dome of her stuffed gut, which steadily inflated like a food balloon throughout the evening; below was a thick swath of blubber that wrapped around her waist like the world’s doughiest belt. Mickey slowed her roll and ate in a more controlled manner, if for no other reason than to ease the wear and tear on her body; she could already tell that her jaw would be hurting in the morning. A couple hours later, long after the sun had gone down, the Violent Princess slowed her pace even further as her stomach filled to capacity. She was hovering around the maximum limit, and when she finally crossed it after eating an entire pizza, the wrestler groaned and rested a hand on her belly. The fat sucker grumbled at her like a grumpy cat; just like a feline, rubbing the engorged mass helped soothe the beast. For the first time in five hours, Mickey Ramone had to catch her breath, which her lover did not miss. “Throwing in the towel already, babe?” he joked, which earned him a slothful swat that was easily dodged. The manager brought a cool towel over and wiped the glutted woman’s brow, eliciting a hum of contentment from her. “Not on your life, Ray,” Mickey purred as she stroked her belly. “I’ve been through Iron Woman contests that were tougher than this. The only way I’m quitting is if I pop, and that ain’t going to happen. Now, bring out the next plate before I have to waddle out and get it myself.” “As you wish,” the beefy man hummed. He gave his lardy lover a kiss on her chubby cheek before departing into the kitchen once more. Despite her best efforts, the punk only managed to last another hour before she slumped down in her chair. She burped and hiccupped intermittently, stomach bouncing painfully with each one, and her cheeks were a rosy tint from her effort. It felt like she had a boulder sitting on her lap, though a bomb was a more appropriate comparison; Mickey felt like she was going to explode any moment. Her arms fell to her sides as if they were full of wet sand, and her jaw hung open as she breathed deeply. Never in her life could she have imagined being this full, yet here she was. “How you holding up, Mickey?” asked Ray as he waltzed into the room and sat beside his fattened lover. “You look like you just went ten rounds against Butterbean.” “You mean I look like Butterbean,” the dogged wrestler retorted with a tired smirk. Her doting lover gently caressed her swollen gut, stroking it with the slightest hint of pressure. The caramel mass was warm to the touch, and though it was hard to tell, he could detect a faint red glow from the dome. Ray leaned in and gave it a kiss, which earned a groan of pain and pleasure from Mickey. “It is my belief, as your trainer and manager, that you are past your limits, young lady,” the beefy man explained softly as he wiped her sweat-riddled brow with a damp cloth. “I am sure that if you ate even a single bite, you would pop. You did well, but we’re going to call it a night; it’s late and I don’t want to clean you off the walls.” “Gilipollas demente,” the wrestler grunted as she lifted a hand up. “Carry me, baby.” “Como desées,” Ray hummed as he took her hand and heaved her out of the chair. The process took longer than expected due to Mickey’s stuffed state; her lover tried to be as gentle as possible. When they finally got her standing, he wrapped one arm around her waist and led her shuffling into the bedroom, though they paused when they passed by the kitchen. “Babe, what’s that?” the bleary-eyed wrestler asked as she pointed to a three-layer cake on the counter. It looked like a grand wedding cake, the kind she had wanted to have ever since she went to her uncle’s wedding as a child. The manager sighed and tried to direct her attention away while he explained, “It was a little something I had prepared for the end of your meal, but I guess we couldn’t get to it this time. We can always save it for another day; I can cut it up and have it frozen.” Mickey felt her stomach churn and she had to cradle her gut with one hand, yet she could not take her eyes off the cake. In spite of everything she had already eaten and all the pain that came with it, she wanted that tower of decadence more than anything else. It was ridiculous that she could even think of eating anything else, but la princesa did not care for her own safety; all that mattered was sating the hunger that was ever growing inside her. “Give me the cake,” she mumbled as she released her hold on Ray’s waist and waddled back towards the table, though he caught her before she could get too far. “Uh-uh,” he replied with a shake of his head. “Not going to happen. You’re so stuffed that your stomach is more like a ticking time bomb than anything else. You seriously think you can eat even a single bite of that, much less the entire thing?” The punk wrestler turned her head and flashed a daredevil grin at the man while she retorted, “You told me you were going to stuff me until I couldn’t think, let alone walk, right? Guess what—I’m still walking, and I think I want me some cake. Now, pretty please, con azúcar encima, get me a fucking plate and fork.” Ray stood flabbergasted at how his girlfriend was still standing after eating for six hours straight, but he knew better than to be surprised anymore. When Mickey set her mind to something, neither Heaven nor Hell was going to stop her; she was going to trudge onward until she reached her goal. It was one of the many reasons he stayed by her—to see this amazing, unstoppable woman conquer the world of wrestling. So, despite his initial misgivings, the beefy manager retrieved a plate and fork and began to serve her slice after slice from the three-layer cake. “Happy Three Hundred, amor,” the man cooed as he fed cheesecake to his eager feedee.
    4 points
  29. So I'm back after a break! I can't wait to post more and chat with you lovely people ❤️
    4 points
  30. KittyPiggy

    KittyPiggy

    Coming soon 📈😸
    4 points
  31. Just a small update, she’s now on Seroquel which has a tendency for weight gain. She looks a little heavier in the middle here , I’m still wanting to do some proper photos when the time is right - watch this space
    4 points
  32. 3 points
  33. Hey, I'm new to this sight. I'm up for messages so message me😉
    3 points
  34. Tho11899

    Dua Lipa

    Photos from the 1st January when she celebrated it in Miami
    3 points
  35. Why am I not stuffing my face into a massive pile of greasy takeaway right now?? I wanna be so full that I have to waddle to get to bed and the springs creak as I flop my massive bulk on to it.... It's a travesty that I'm not in that stage right now!!!
    3 points
  36. Legendary Thunder

    Nikki Hunter

    Badass before pictures
    3 points
  37. Here is another new video of Raiza. Another nice, but brief "big bite" moment at 0:34 of her going "mouth first" into her pastry creations. "Save some for the rest of us, Raiza."
    3 points
  38. FattyQueen97

    Wobbly blubber.

    Wobbly blubber.
    3 points
  39. So I thought I'd tell you lovelies a little bit about me! I'm Kit, I'm 21 and I'm 17 stone (I used to be 20). I like chatting to new people almost as much as I like shoving my face into massive mounds of greasy takeaway I'm trying to gain again and get back up to 20 stone and then more! I miss my mounds of blubber. Lovely squishy doughy blubber. Aside from the fat element I'm also into hucow play. I have a breast pump and I use it 4 times a day. I'm changing the shape of my nipples so they are longer and thicker and more like teats. I hope to be lactating before the years out. I'm always up for new messages and stuffings. I love nothing more than seeing my wobbly distended gut swelling to almost bursting level as I get fuller and fuller from the massive mounds of greasy takeaway I'm shoving down my throat. Feel free to message me on here ❤️
    3 points
  40. Goddess shar

    Room Service

    Version 1.0.0

    Shar orders room service.. she pours mayo and ketchup all over meal before tucking in.. Shar starts to talk about how much food she keeps eating and how much weight she has actually put on whilst on vacation! Shar’s belly starts to grow like a balloon.. Shar takes a rest on the bed..she rubs her fat ballooning belly and tells you how stuffed she is! GS X x
    $15.99
    3 points
  41. Love being home alone, to fully enjoy myself.😉
    3 points
  42. She went to high school? He probably "can". But I sure as fuck hope he doesn't.
    3 points
  43. xxcandisheaxx

    Candi says hi

    Some pictures form my newest video! "Things Im Too Fat For"
    3 points
  44. Haven’t had a chance for a regular photo sesh (we’ve had some stressful weeks so it’s the last thing on the agenda) But here’s a small update, her rolly tummy is pretty much a gut these days
    3 points
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