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  • Birthday 12/30/1990
  • Location Ojai, CA, USA

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  1. Chapter 11 It was like Autumn had been holding back a secret, and after almost a year and a half of dating, unleashed it on Mike in a flood of orgasmic bliss. It was magic, and she finally used her magic and it entered his soul and consumed him like a spell. The question as to whether or not it had been real dissipated over the following weeks. She never said as much, but her actions spoke louder than her words. It was what she didn’t say that gave Mike the permission he needed. He went back to making her breakfasts every morning that were calorically dense as a weekend brunch and she didn’t refuse them. When he would come by to check on her during the day, she would often show him how her plate was empty then give him a little wiggle of her hips and a knowing look that could just about make him swoon. He wasn’t sure if it was something she had worked through, something he did, or the oddly romantic sense of isolation that came from the ongoing pandemic that caused such a change in his girlfriend, but she stopped criticizing herself, and became much more relaxed, at ease, and confident with her curves. It was utter bliss. Everything was sexy. They understood each other on a deeper level. In October, she weighed herself again and let him watch. She was two hundred and twenty two pounds, but she didn’t seem upset about it in the slightest. She just looked at him with that expressionless bat of her eyelashes and moments later they were ripping their clothes off and tumbling into bed. When she stepped on the scale in November she was 227, and by Chritmastime, Mike was sure that she had added another 5 pounds to her amazing figure. “I got something for you,” he said. Autumn pulled the spoon from her lips and placed it in her carton of McConnell’s ice cream. She took the soft little plastic wrapped cube from Mike’s hand. “What are these?” “They're like the CBD gummies, but they have a little THC in them. Thought it might help with your foot and neck pain.” She studied it, then looked up at Mike from her spot on the couch. Samson was sitting next to her and he looked up at him too. She put her ice cream carton on the end table, then turned the volume down on the TV. “What about like, you know your sobriety?” Mike stood next to the coffee table and shrugged. “You took away my sobriety a long time ago.” “What is that supposed to mean?” He gazed down at her and gave her a dimpled grin. “I get a buzz just from looking at you.” She rolled her eyes. “It’s okay,” he said. “As long as I stay away from alcohol I’m fine.” “I haven't smoked 🌿 since college.” “Me neither, I haven't since it’s been legal.” “Okay I’ll try.” She attempted to unwrap it, but gave up quickly and reached out toward Mike. “Can you open it for me?” He smiled again and took it from her. “Sure.” He tore the plastic off, and popped it in her mouth. She chewed and went right back to her snack and TV show. He ate one too, then walked over to the kitchen to finish putting away the groceries. He wasn’t sure what compelled him, but he stopped by Shawn Kemp’s Cannabis shop earlier that day while running errands. He planned on just picking up some more CBD gummies, but with his curiosity and a little push from the sales girl, he walked out of there with 100 milligrams of THC edibles. He wanted to try it himself, and he did think it would help the aching neck Autumn had been complaining about, but it was more than that. She had started snoring at night, and he was having trouble sleeping. Also, covid cases were surging again and the lack of work and social activities were making their world feel much smaller and more enclosed. Both their parents canceled the usual Thanksgiving and Christmas gatherings, and it felt more than ever that Mike and Autumn had no one to lean on except each other. She finally rose from the sofa and brought her empty ice cream carton to the kitchen and placed it on the counter. Dressed for comfort as well as style in green velour joggers and a matching zip up sweatshirt, she looked gorgeous beyond Mike’s comprehension. “What time do you want to leave tomorrow?” she said. His eyes danced over every inch of her body. She looked like a fucking model. “Earlier the better,” he said before closing the fridge. “God, I am so looking forward to sleeping in though.” She sighed and watched him tend to the boiling ** of water on the stove. She leaned her elbows against the counter and subconsciously wiggled her hips. “Will dinner be ready soon?” “About 15 minutes,” he said. “Okay, I’m going to go outside, want to join me?” “No you go ahead, I need to keep an eye on this.” “Okay.” She gazed out at the far window next to the balcony. “Is it cold out there?” “Not cold enough to snow yet, but it’s getting close.” She stood up straight and unzipped her top, revealing the skimpy white camisole beneath. Damn. She really was getting chunky. Her arms had gone through noticeable changes in the past few months. She had no muscles to speak of, her deltoids looked nonexistent, and yet the upper part of her arms had become kind of big and wobbly. She bent over to put on her Pikolino boots, then grabbed her fluffy white coat from the wall hook. She put it on but struggled with the sleeves. It was too small for her now, and she could no longer button it together in the front because of her boobs. Just the simple ordeal of changing a few articles of clothing, had left her slightly winded in a way Mike hadn’t noticed before. He watched her wiggle away and felt vibrations from the clicking steps of her heels radiate throughout the floor of the apartment. Her strut had become a slow languid slog of swaying hips and bouncing breasts, somehow still perceptible even beneath her winter coat. Damn, she was getting big. Was she getting too big? He wondered what his mom would say if she saw Autumn now; what his dad would say, what his sister and his friends would say. Life had become like one big sexy game that he never wanted to finish. It wasn’t a game though, it was real, and there would be real consequences. He sometimes worried that Autumn had perhaps passed the point where she could just start exercising and drop down to a weight more reasonable for her body type, or to the way she used to be. It couldn’t be good for her to carry around so many extra pounds, but if that’s what he really believed then why did he love it so much? Why had their sex life been so turbo-charged? Why could he not stop fantasizing and wondering, what her ass would look like if it got even bigger, and why was he currently pitching a tent in his jeans just thinking about it? He dished up a helmet sized bowl of penne pasta with chicken and mushrooms, swimming in a sea of buttery parmesan sauce. He turned and gazed across the living room toward the balcony. She was still outside. Looking over his shoulder he grabbed a bottle of olive oil and drizzled it over her pasta dish for several seconds, likely pushing the meal to well over 1000 calories. When she came back in she squirmed out of her coat, kicked off her boots, and plopped on the sofa. He brought her the sumptuous dinner and gave her a quick peck on the lips. “Here you go babe.” “Mmmm, thank you.” She held the bowl with both hands and looked at it wide-eyed. “This thing is huge!” “Just eat what you can, I made a ton.” “Where’s yours?” “Grabbing it now.” He went back to the kitchen and made himself a bowl that was less than half the size of the one he made for her. He turned off the lights, then sat next to her on the couch. “Yellowstone?” “Sure, (chew) season two I think. This is (chew, chew) really good though.” “Glad you like it.” He reached over her lap and took the remote. They watched, and ate. When the episode was over, she leaned forward and put her bowl on the coffee table. It was empty. “Ooooh, (pant) I’m so full,” she cooed in a breathy voice. She placed both hands on her bloated belly. “Ooomff, (gasp) I wish I could take all this, and just like move it to my boobs and butt.” “But your belly is so sexy.” “Maybe (hiccup) to you.” “Who else do you need to impress?” He leaned in, lifted her camisole and kissed her navel. “You really do like it don’t you.” He smiled. “I really really do.” She curled her feet beneath her thighs, stuck her butt out and batted her eyelashes. “I think you like my ass better.” He kissed the velvety fabric that covered her enormous round hip. “I love everything.” “Would you…oooof…(gasp) still love me if I got fat?” If she got fat? His eyes scanned the buxom contours of her body. She seemed to be all hips with the sexy way she was sitting. His smile widened. “Of course, there’d just be more of you to love.” She adjusted her posture and made a face of discomfort as she pulled down on the waistband of her pants, letting her belly spring out freely onto her lap. “Ooohh, (gasp, hiccup) too tight.” “Maybe it’s time for some new pants.” She sat up and tried to cross her legs a couple times, but her thigh kept sliding off and back down into the depressed seat cushion. She gasped and scowled. “Again?” “Yeah, again.” She leaned back and threw up her hands. “Maybe I’ll just let myself go. (pant) You’d probably love that.” He smiled and wrapped his arms around her. He fondled her thighs, then squished and kneaded her belly with both hands. “Yeah, I probably would.” She squirmed away. “Slow down lover boy, (pant) I need a cigarette before you get me all hot and bothered.” She rocked forward in an attempt to stand, but felt too stuffed and heavy to move. He wasn’t entirely sure if her struggle was genuine, or if she was playing the overfed damsel in distress character for his pleasure, but either way he found the act incredibly hot. She reached out her arm and gave him a puckering, pouty face. “Help please.” When they returned from the balcony the THC was beginning to take hold. Autumn flopped back on the sofa and with tired and glossy eyes said, “I’m hungry.” Mike made his way toward the kitchen and hung both of their jackets on the wall. “There’s gingerbread cookies, and fudge.” She made a face. “Uhhh…diabetes in a tin. Is there no cheesecake?” He walked her way, shaking his head. “No, you finished it this morning.” She raised her eyebrows. “All of it?” “Yeah.” She glared at him and crossed her arms. “Isn’t it your job to make sure I always have cake when I need it?” “I’m sorry.” He smiled. She always looked so pretty when she pretended to be mad. “We still have that box of peanut brittle. What sounds good?” “I don’t know, I'm just like starving all of a sudden.” He shrugged. “Okay so…” “Just bring the tin of fudge and cookies and, why not… get the peanut brittle too.” “Okay baby.” He did as he was told and sat beside her as she grazed on the Christmas treats during another episode of Yellowstone. The edibles were more potent than he expected, as he could feel the intense hunger rising in his stomach along with a sensation of mind numbing relaxation. He watched Autumn pop fudge into her mouth like M&M’s. He reached for one from the metal box on her lap. “Hey!” She slapped his hand away and looked daggers into him. “Don’t even think about it. Get your own.” He smiled, drew close and put his arms around her. As ravenous as he felt, he was more than happy to starve if it allowed her to eat to her heart’s content. Just the sound of her lips moving aroused sexual thoughts. He put his hand on her belly and savored the way it moved in and out with each breath. He kissed her breast, wiggled his fingers between her sprawling thighs then whispered. “We’ll have to stop at every fast food place we see tomorrow, so you can just stuff your face for the whole drive.” Her eyes closed and her neck cocked after biting the head off of a red and green frosted gingerbread man. “Mmmm…yeah, (chew, munch) I’d like that.” “You would?” She grabbed his hand and placed it on her belly. “Yeah.” She shoved the rest of the cookie in her mouth. No longer paying any attention to the TV, he brought his lips to her ear. “Keep that belly full, make those thighs even…chunkier?” She squirmed in her seat like a purring kitten. “Ooooooh, (chew, munch) yes baby, so chunky.” She flopped her arms limply to her sides. “Feed me,” she cooed. He took a square of butterscotch fudge and plopped it in her mouth. She chewed quickly like she couldn’t get enough. “Mmmm (chew, chew) more, more,(gasp) more,” she said. He fed her a chocolate one, then another butterscotch, then he broke into the peanut brittle and fed her several big chunks. Her eyes were getting glossier, her breathing was accelerating and her belly seemed to be protruding out in front of her further. “You’re (gasp, huff) going to have to (pant) help me up the stairs after this,” she said. “Either that or we’ll have to move the bedroom down here.” He rubbed her belly as if she was carrying his baby. “Stairs too hard for you?” She nodded. “Mmhmm.” He rested his chin on her shoulder. “Okay baby.” “Mmmm, more.” Her lips parted. He fed her another piece of peanut brittle, then gave her belly a gentle slap, creating enough of a ripple effect to make her boobs jiggle. “You like that?” She was so blissed out that she answered with her eyes closed. “Mmhmm…yeah, (munch, chew) that feels so good.” She quivered pleasurably from all the things his hand was doing. “Ooohh, mmmm, (gasp) more please.” Her lips parted again.
  2. best thing I have ever seen, god bless candii kayn
  3. Candii! Your videos are incredible and somehow keep getting better and better! You are so good and natural in front of the camera and your microphone is awesome. can always tell that your having fun and loving life and it comes right through the screen, thank you for doing what you do, you are one of one 🥵☺️
  4. Video of Autumn working out, from Chapter 7 find full episodes here:https://www.**.com/posts/video-weight-of-99138897?utm_medium=clipboard_copy&utm_source=copyLink&utm_campaign=postshare_creator&utm_content=join_link
  5. Looking great, such a lovely person ☺️
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