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if the post doesn't have a link or a pic I just skip reading all the gobbledygook convo. fucking a, Lucy Collett, 10/10 would bang.

good god you have a gorgeous body!

she looks fantastic! her skinny legs and big belly are super hot. ;D

something like bellygurl94 or the like. maybe she took it down, I haven't seen her in a while.

great advice

what an amazing figure! thanks to you both for sharing!!!

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thanks for the comments, all. one saturday night, I was going through the motions, tending to the packed bar. around 11:30 or midnight, I saw a friendly face in the crowd. it was another bartender from the neighborhood who I had seen before. Lauren is 5'10" or so, late 20s, with light brown hair that usually falls straight or gets pulled into a messy braid. since I usually saw her while she was at her job, she often white dress shirts and an apron--not the most revealing. still, I could tell she was a healthy weight and probably didn't skip many meals. saturday brings a lot of tourists and randos, so I was happy to see someone I knew, even though she revealed to me that she was there to meet someone else. I fixed her a drink and she went to wait at the back wall--a good vantage point to wait for a friend, and a fantastic vantage point for me to look her over while I worked. she wore a long black skirt, tied just under her ample boobs, and a crop top that left about a two inch band of flesh exposed around her midriff. as she fiddled absent mindedly with her phone in her right hand, her left hand rubbed her stomach which I noticed just then looked rather engorged. it was the kind of rub that started with pulling at the fabric lightly--it was a hot a sticky night--and then advanced to full on fingernails in a clockwise motion around the noticeable outline of her belly button. her belly stuck out at the top, right where the skirt was fastened, and rounded out softly just below her hips. she fiddled with the clasp as she sucked down the drink I had made and looked anxiously toward the door. I was transfixed and trying to juggle staring at this beauty who had clearly just overdone it at dinner while keeping up with my drink orders. eventually, she seemed to grow tired of waiting and came back to the bar to chat. "how was your night?" I asked. "fucking amazing so far," she replied, "I went to the restaurant where my boyfriend works and he gave me the tasting menu. everything was so good--I couldn't stop eating." As she spoke her fingers pulled lightly at the top of the skirt. "ah yes, I noticed!" I said, casting a long glance down at her taut skirt and the outline of her bloated form underneath. between the boyfriend and the couple of drinks I had had earlier, apparently my filter was off. I surprised myself with such a comment! "hey! it's just a foodbaby!" she said defensively, punching my arm lightly before her hand fell flat on her stomach, aiding a failed attempt to suck in. "you look great," I said, "I would never have noticed if you weren't clawing at your skirt there." again, she fiddled with the little tie that served as the skirt's fastener. "I know, it's just so uncomfortably tight here," she said, unfastening the skirt to my amazement, and pulling it a bit higher off of the bloated mound of her stomach before fastening it again. "and up here it makes it so I can barely breathe!" she chuckled and I nearly exploded. I couldn't believe this little encounter was attracting zero attention from any of the other males crowded around the bar. I guess I'm a strange one! she put her elbows on the bar and leaned forward, concealing the result of what I was sure was a three course meal, extra sides, and undoubtedly a cocktail or two. I began to wonder about her boyfriend! "well, I appreciate a girl who can eat," I said, pouring us a shot. "rock that little foodbaby with pride." emboldened by the shot or my encouragement or both, she stepped back from the bar and leaned back, stroking the full length of her distended belly. "usually it goes down pretty quickly but not tonight. I guess I kind of went overboard. feel like I can barely move!" "you'll recover, I'm sure," I said, eyeing her one last time. she left shortly after as her friend never showed up.

with many projects and barely any time to spare, I thought it would be a good time to procrastinate by writing down some experiences I had working at a busy neighborhood bar. it's a popular spot, frequently boasts a top-heavy lady/gentlemen ratio, and utilizes very low-key speakeasy-esque lighting and music to create atmosphere. having the privilege of being one of few employees behind the bar on my nights, I had a front row seat for meeting beautiful women and I never had to look far for a reason to strike up a conversation. if you've ever wondered if bartenders get laid a lot, they do. if you have an even slightly less discriminating eye and with a thimble full of charm, you can make it happen most nights of the week if you have the desire or energy. with the bragging and the context out of the way, I'll now relate a few of the choice times I've overheard or participated in conversations with ladies regarding their (changing) figures. Melissa was a publicist, 27 years old or so, with dark brown hair to her shoulders in wavy tangles, usually pulled back in a pony-tail. She was Jewish with big brown eyes and a nice smile with faintly cherubic cheeks. She was about 5'4", and at first glance not terribly curvy. She became a regular after moving into the neighborhood and would come in the early evening and get pretty smashed off two drinks. Her usual night ended with a greasy sandwich and stumble home. Over a few months of watching her routine, I started talking to her later in the night. She had started wearing skin tight blue jeans and her thighs were clearly well-suited to her office job. they really started to strain at the waist and hips as the fall wore on. despite being bookish with glasses and fairly nerdy, I managed to get her to stay to close with me a few times after hours. after I finished closing the bar, we made out in a booth a I managed to get her shirt off. she had lovely little B/maybe C cups, soft and cream-colored and perfectly hand-sized. moving down her waist, I tried to slip a finger into the waist band of her jeans to no avail. they were cinched tight and buttoned under her navel, allowing her round little potbelly to bulge over the top. I tucked a thumb under the button and she sucked-in instinctively, allowing just enough space for my thumb and forefinger to undo the button. I managed to squeeze enough middle finger down past her soft beginning of a fupa and run a finger lightly over her clit, but she put a stop to that and went down on me. I think she wasn't keen on being completely naked in the silent, locked bar. Before we left she stood up to get dressed. standing there, her body had that classic few-years-after-college party girl look. her thick thighs and little bubble-butt and plump beer belly was really turning me on. I reached out and cupped the curve of her stomach. she recoiled a little and said "uff, when I gain weight it goes right to my stomach," as she took a breath and pulled in her belly in order to button up her jeans. "you've been looking fantastic lately...this is nothing," I said, reaching out to get in another stroke of her bloated little pale gut. comments and occasional late nights persisted for a few more months. she started wearing ridiculously tight jeans when she would come to visit me. one night, as we made out in the back room, I lifted her shirt to find she was wearing high-waited, acid-washed, button-fly jeans that seemed to be restricting her belly back like a corset. I reflected on my disappointment at finding such a difficult entry, and she said, "yeah, I can't manage to eat anything in these. they look great unless I'm bloated." fast forward a few months and a few pounds of hips and belly pudge, she started training for a marathon and toned up considerably. bummer. not to be deterred, I kept an eye out, and sure enough a few months after that she injured herself and had to quit training. I saw her again after she had been unable to train for a month, and it was clear that the belly, hips and thighs had returned with a vengeance. she had just come from the beach with a little black dress over a string bikini. intended more as a beach cover-up, the dress was revealingly tight and short. I was off for the night and had a drink with her outside on a bench. she sat with big thighs crossed over eachother, leaving a great view of those two legs squeezed together as they ascended toward her nearly exposed ass. she shifted uncomfortably as we talked and I could see her round potbelly under the dress, compressing into rolls occasionally as she switched between leaning forward and back, undoubtedly trying to hide the accumulation of fat just above her waist. she eventually took the easy way out and put her bag on her lap, presumably to lessen the need to suck in that belly bulge. I couldn't help but say something: "are you afraid we're going to steal your bag?" (there was plenty of room on tables and chairs for said bag) "no," she said sheepishly, "I'm using it to cover my tummy--this dress is too tight." "you look great in the little black dress to me, leave the bag out of it!" I replied. let me know if you care to hear a few other stories. or if I've completely bored you, let me know that too!

holy fuck... dream girl.

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your videos are consistently the most arousing on curvage. you look amazing.

you look fantastic. thanks for sharing!!!

wow... if I saw that beautiful face or that belly at a party, I'd be chatting you up in a second. you're looking chunky, as well!