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Callie Xx

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About Callie Xx

  • Birthday 03/31/1996
  • Location Baltimore, MD, United States

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    132
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    5' 2" (157cm)

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  1. Just ate so much pizza I wish someone was here to rub my belly so I wouldn’t have to do it myself 

    1. FatLover1990

      FatLover1990

      Nice and sensual with some lotion and encouragement 

  2. Looking for a feeder in North Carolina to help these jeans become tight on me

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  3. This story was just something I whipped up quickly, probably has a typo I missed somewhere or a half finished sentence, if so I’m sorry! Story is about 2 former cheerleaders that live together. One works at a bakery and brings home treats to fatten the other. Hope you enjoy! I got home from work with a bag of free treats from my shift. A dozen donuts, cupcakes, crème filled croissants, cheesecake, and double fat ice cream. I also grabbed a family size bag of chips and caramel popcorn too. I walked inside to see Maddy sitting on the couch, her size small sweatpants straining against her belly, her tshirt that just was loose on her last year is now snug around her arms and a little strip of white hangs out underneath. Maddy is blissfully unaware that the 27 pounds of fat she’s put on are spilling out of her top, filling out the seat, and causing that double chin to become more permanent by the day. Her once slim face with high check bones was now replaced with a fat puffy round pinchable face. She still looked cute, but before she looked hot, now she looks jolly. “So what did you bring me back today??” She struggled to push herself off the couch, still not acquainted to the excess pounds she’s piled on since moving in with me. I’ve made sure to hide every mirror in the house, rig the scale, and buy her new clothes as much as possible. I don’t want her realizing she’s become a total fatty until there’s no going back for her, she’s not far off, only about 20 more pounds to go. But the way she’s gobbling up cheesecake and guzzling milkshakes she’ll pop in no time. We met on our college cheer team last year before she got hurt and quit. She was the girl everyone wanted to be or be with, perfect body, captain, but when she hurt her knee she decided to move on from cheer and take a break. Just around the same time we decided to move in together. Maddy and I are best friends so I knew it’d be easy to convince her to blow herself up like a balloon, she’s always been powerless to when I pop fudge, cookies, and muffins into her mouth at practice. The first step was convincing her to try all the things she never let herself have during cheer. Now that she didn’t need to worry about being lifted in the air or tumbling, she was free to stuff her face with as much pizza, donuts, and soda as possible. I convinced her that she could eat up without gaining weight because her metabolism was still so fast she would just burn it off. Which leads to step 2 Step 2, convince her to cancel her gym membership. No need to go to the gym either, metabolism will burn that off too. Plus why spend that money when she can just work at home if she wants (I’ll make sure the only workout she does though is getting up from the couch to grab more fattening snacks). Plus she needs to rest since she hurt her knee, so as little movement as possible is necessary now. Step 3 is concealing how fast she is blowing up. After scoffing down thick sugary breakfasts, greasy fattening lunches, and eating enough dinner for 3, that bloated belly is bursting out off her clothes. Her ass barely fits into any of her old shorts. I’m sure she feels her belly jiggle when she walks now, I see it bounce with each step. She must be feeling her thickening thighs rubbing together. Her belly button is visible in her shirts now, her double chin is stronger than ever, she starting to go beyond looking plump and now looks full blown chubby fat. She comes to me often, struggling to button her jeans and saying that she thinks she’s getting fat. I purposefully struggle trying to button her jeans, I want her to believe she is getting fatter. I pat her belly a couple times too and say what a Gordita she’s becoming if her jeans won’t button, but then I poke her belly and say I was joking and that her clothes shrunk in the wash and there was nothing to worry about. I show her an old photo to reassure her she’s still skinny, but I want to keep in the back of her mind what a piggy she’s becoming. I’ve also normalized for her letting me rub her belly after a big meal. I convinced her that it had to be the hands of someone else for it to work. So now every time Maddy looks like she’s about to pop, I don’t want her to feel her shirt shrinking and riding up so I quickly start rubbing her belly and lift her shirt up while she reclines, blissfully unaware of the blimp I’m fattening her up to be. Last is step 4, fatten her up before she can fight it. Which brings us back to the beginning of this story. I work at a local bakery and ice cream parlor which means I get free store products. I bring home the most fattening treats every shift for Maddy to stuff her face with. I also have been sneaking weight gain powder and appetite stimulant into her morning and Evening milk shakes. Plus adding extra butter, sugar, and oil to all her meals. The inches have creeped onto her waist perfectly, bloating her body up to a swollen stuffed former version of herself. I pass her the bag and tell her to sit down while I grab her a glass of milk, which I’ve tricked her into thinking is regular but it’s actually heavy cream. I walk over to see her already digging in, her chubby hands bringing a cheesecake to her lips. Lately I’ve been teasing her about her growing girth, I can’t help it she’s just too cute. Things like feeding her cake and then pulling on her waist band, pointing out how much tighter it is then it used to be. Pushing her to eat a whole large pizza then jiggling her belly and saying how she’s let herself go, and probably wouldn’t make the team as such a fatty, let alone captain. And that since she was too fat to be captain she might as well eat another slice because she’s not gonna be skinnier any time soon. Surprisingly she let me do all of this, even so much as enjoying it sometimes. She would moan as I rubbed her expanding gut, trying to come up with excuses that she wasn’t that fat yet. She is clearly still trying to deny how fat she’s getting, but she’s not opposed to fattening up either. “Let me help you with that Mads” I walk over and take a donut out of the box, straddling her on the couch and stuffing the donut into her mouth. “That’s a good girl, eat up” while she chews through the first one I grab another and begin to stuff that into her mouth, this time raising her shirt to expose that soft doughy belly and pulling her sweat pants waist band down to help her belly protrude out even farther. A third donut stuffed into her face and now I begin to tease her about what a tubby fatty she’s becoming. “I’m not that fat! I could probably still fit in my uniform” shes either trying to turn me on or genuinely unaware of just how many pounds she’s piled on in less than a year. “Oh yeah? Try on your uniform then. If you’re not fat then put the uniform on and come out here and eat a donut in it.” I knew she wouldn’t fit, and was trying to wait until she was much fatter before she tried on her old uniform but I just couldn’t wait anymore. I know the moment she walks out, her belly hanging over the skirt, Undee armour riding up over her belly button, ass hanging out of her spandex, back fat rolls spilling out of the top, and her thick jiggling body holding a donut would be the hottest thing I’d see all year. I decided to grab the scale too and set it back to normal this time. I couldn’t wait any longer to see how much she’s gained and by the looks of it I think she’s put on more pounds since the last weigh in. “168?!!? How will I ever lose all this weight?!” It was like a dream, but it was real. My best friend, former cheer captain, fattened up from a slim 120 to an overstuffed 168, standing on a scale in a pathetically small ill fitting cheer uniform, with a half eaten donut in one chubby hand and a weight gain shake in the other. “I don’t think this is something you can lose Mads, you really packed the pounds the on. You might be better off embracing this new… curvy.. body and saying goodbye to your old skinny self” “no way! I look like a rolly polly! I used to be hot, I’m still hot right? Even though I’m, you know, bigger?” “Of course you are Maddy, to be honest you look even better with more weight on you. Let’s be realistic, are you really willing to give up all the delicious treats I bring home for you?” I began to walk over and rub her bloated belly. “And are you really willing to start moving this big, heavy body again?” I lifted up her protruding belly and shook it in my hand, making it jiggle and shake. “And are you really willing to go back to having no fun, being disciplined, when you could just eat the tastiest most delicious food instead now?” By now we were reaching a point like never before, my hands were all over her. Squeezing and grabbing the parts I made fatest, and she couldn’t resist. She realizes now she was fattened up, basically sabotaged. Her once sexy attention grabbing body was now grabbing attention for all the wrong reasons. She wanted to be skinny, not balloon up to a blimp while being force fed by her skinny best friend, who kept squeezing and jiggling her overweight tummy. Alas, she knew it was no luck. She was addicted to stuffing her face with my fattening treats, and having me rub her belly while she reclines back and stuffs herself more. “I’m going to be a blimp” she huffed and pouted, but started digging into a tub of ice cream faster than her waistband was digging into her muffin top. She was tugging on her shirt trying to pull it over her exposed belly, but let out a sigh and eventually gave up, spooning another giant scoop of ice cream into her mouth. “You may be a blimp, but you’ll be my little blimp, my little fatty, my little plump project” I said as I patted her jiggly belly. Letting her know I wasn’t gonna let her lose weight any time soon.
  4. Hope you don't find it weird but I went ahead and made a before/after collage from the start of your gain till recently. Enjoy! 

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    1. Goddess shar
    2. KFD

      KFD

      @Tom7548 please tell me again why you are here...?

    3. johnp0971

      johnp0971

      Please respond to my message

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