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In the halls of the Capitol, among the suits and dresses, a figure emerged that defied the norms. Congresswoman Ashley Hinson, a statuesque blonde bombshell standing at 5 foot 10 inches, was a beacon of voluptuousness. Once a slender, fit athlete, Hinson's body had undergone a remarkable transformation since her marriage and the birth of her children. The 185 pounds she now carried graced her frame with enviable curves. Her ample breasts filled out her blouses, while her hips flared into a luscious expanse that would make a dancer envious. Her belly, once firm and flat, had blossomed into a soft, rounded mound. Unlike others her age who bemoaned the signs of aging, Hinson reveled in her newfound fullness. She cherished her generous breasts, adored her substantial backside, and delighted in the jiggle that accompanied each step. It wasn't vanity or narcissism that fueled her adoration for her body; it was pure self-acceptance. Hinson's congressional office became a sanctuary of indulgence. She unabashedly brought fatty treats to her desk, her favorite being ice cream. With each bite, she gazed into the mirror with satisfaction as her belly swelled and expanded. As days turned into weeks, her weight gain accelerated. Her breasts grew larger, their fullness becoming almost unbearable. Her butt cheeks swelled, spilling over the edges of her chairs. Her belly stretched, the skin growing taut and gleaming. It took some time for Hinson to notice the extent of her transformation. But when she did, it elicited no alarm. She had always been comfortable with her size, and her health remained excellent. As an Iowa girl, she consumed high-fat corn products without reservation, further fueling her weight gain. Her belly grew so large that its soft flesh cascaded over her waistband, creating rolls. Her clothes became stained with the remnants of her gluttony. But Hinson remained unconcerned. She had grown accustomed to her imposing size, and it only made her happier to notice the stares and whispers. Hinson maintained an impressive cardiovascular regime, ensuring that her newfound weight wouldn't compromise her well-being. She reveled in her ability to enjoy her expanded size without sacrificing her health. Finally, the day came when curiosity overcame her, and she stepped onto the scale. The needle swung and settled at a number that made her heart sing. She had ballooned to 325 pounds, a testament to her unwavering indulgence. Her family, upon hearing the news, beamed with pride. They had witnessed her journey and supported her decision to embrace her weight gain. And so, Congresswoman Ashley Hinson remained an anomaly in the world of politics, a woman who celebrated her voluptuousness and lived life on her own colossal terms.

Hey there!! Welcome to Curvage! I hope that you can build some idea of the FA Community talking to people here (and that we can leave a good impression on that matter). I think it's really healthy to start to dive into this world slowly, and maybe then diving deeper when you have some general idea of the kind of people you're dealing with, because internet exposure of any kind almost always comes with some unwanted consequences haha. I think in general people in here have pretty normal social interactions. Anyways, i'm curious on how you ended on a site like this! Did you know about its existence long ago or maybe you started doing research about Feederism just now?? And maybe (only if you're comfortable answering, oc) what is your objective being here and so??? That'd be from my part haha. I hope you can be comfortable in this site and that you can embrace this side of you without pressure!!

Oops wrong thread 😬 Unless this isn't a single user thread? Confused so I'll just ummm leave this anyway and hope no one minds .....

I think there is nothing wrong with a natural burp that follows a good hearty meal... However it seems that some BBW models like to make content with loud, forced belching or even flatulence which I find to be quite obnoxious and a serious turn-off. I generally avoid video clips of this type. I may like my ladies large, but I still prefer that they behave like ladies.

Aww, you're just plain wonderful. And very giving/generous. And hot.

I think you’re right. There’s a general belly appreciation thread, but no angle-specific ones, which is a shame. Thank for for filling this gap! I can’t believe we’ve lived without this for so long given that the belly from below is such a wonderful sight (especially if you are physically below said belly 😜).

In the hallowed halls of the congressional gym, where power players shed pounds and polished appearances, resided two formidable BBWs: Lori Chavez DeRemer and Elise Stefanik. Their bodies, a testament to their love of the voluptuous, were firm and unyielding, showcasing ample curves in all the right places – ample boobs, bountiful butts, and generously rounded bellies. 'Darling, this excessive cardio is for the birds,' Elise drawled to Lori as they stretched. 'We need to keep our precious fat firm, not melt it away.' Lori nodded in agreement. 'Precisely. We are not aspiring to become mere skin and bones. We embrace our curves, revel in the sensation of our soft, squishy bodies.' As they prepared to lift weights, their gaze fell upon Congresswoman Michelle Fischbach, a woman of average height but an unremarkable physique. Her body lacked the fullness they so adored, her belly drooping slightly, her breasts modest. 'Wouldn't it be divine to transform Michelle into a true BBW?' Elise whispered conspiratorially. 'She looks like she could use a little... enhancement.' And so, their secret plan was hatched. Elise prepared a protein shake, surreptitiously adding a generous dose of weight gain powder. As Michelle returned from the restroom, tired and thirsty, Elise offered her the tainted beverage. Michelle, unsuspecting, gulped it down in one go, letting out a resounding burp. To her astonishment, she felt a slight tingling sensation in her body. 'Excuse me, I must consult the facilities again,' she murmured, her voice oddly flattened. Elise and Lori exchanged knowing glances. This was just the beginning of their grand experiment. Day after day, Elise spiked Michelle's drink with weight gain powder, carefully monitoring her progress. Within weeks, the transformation was remarkable. Michelle's breasts swelled like ripe melons, her butt became a voluptuous cushion, and her belly expanded into a soft, pillowy mound. Initially, Michelle was furious. 'How could you do this to me?' she demanded, confronting Elise and Lori. Unexpectedly, a glimmer of realization crossed her face. 'Wait... I rather like these... new proportions,' she admitted hesitantly. Intrigued, Elise invited Michelle to a friendly 'belly fight' in the locker room. Michelle's newly expanded belly proved to be surprisingly maneuverable, and to Elise's delight, she emerged victorious. Embracing her newfound voluptuousness, Michelle enthusiastically joined the Congressional Conservative BBW Caucus, an exclusive group of plus-sized lawmakers dedicated to celebrating their curves. As Michelle stood on the scale, the numbers flashed before her eyes: 245 lbs. A smile broke out on her face, illuminating the joy she felt in her newfound body. She had not only gained weight but also found a newfound confidence and acceptance. And so, the congressional gym became a playground for these three extraordinary BBWs, where curves were celebrated, fat was flaunted, and the pursuit of fullness reigned supreme. bonus: Congressional BMI’s ranked from smallest to largest Current BMI rankings Wagner 34.7 Hageman 35.5 Fischbach 36.18 Chavez DeRemer 36.6 Stefanik 36.8 Collins 38.1 Malliotakis 39.2 Tenney 39.9 Kari Lake 43.8 Carol Miller 46.6 Lesko 49.9 Cammack 53.2

In the hallowed halls of Congress, a clandestine gathering was underway. Congresswoman Elise Stefanik, chair of the newly formed Conservative BBW Caucus, presided over a secret meeting to address a pressing issue. 'Ladies,' she boomed, 'We have strayed from our path, lost in the pursuit of power. We have neglected our bodies and allowed our weight to go unchecked. All except you, Lori Chavez DeRemer. You, my dear, have maintained your discipline, congrats on reaching 220 pounds!.' The caucus members nodded in agreement, realizing the wisdom in their leader's words. It was time to reclaim their physical well-being. One by one, they stepped onto the scale. Elise Stefanik, at 5'7', beamed with pride as the numbers lit up: 235 pounds. Her curvaceous form filled out her clothing handsomely. Nicole Malliotakis, also 5'7', followed suit. Her new weight of 250 pounds brought a smile to her face. Claudia Tenney, standing tall at 5'9', was delighted with her 270 pounds. The extra weight seemed to enhance her presence. Harriet Hageman, a petite 5'6', had no qualms about her newfound fullness at 220 pounds. Ann Wagner, at 5'6', rejoiced at her 215 pounds. Her curves had never looked more inviting. Debbie Lesko, the shortest of the group at 5'5', reveled in her effortless weight gain. Her new weight of 300 pounds filled her out perfectly. Carol Miller, at 5'5', was thrilled with her 280 pounds. Her ample bosom and generous hips drew admiring glances. Kat Cammack, the tallest member at 5'5', took her weight gain to the next level. Her weight loss was now a whopping 320 pounds. Her body had transformed into a curvy masterpiece. Senator Susan Collins, the shortest of the group at 5'3', had experienced one of the most dramatic weight gains. Before her transformation, she weighed 132 pounds, but now she weighed a remarkable 215 pounds. She was overjoyed with her progress and the newfound sense of community she had found in this unique group. Finally, Kari Lake, also 5'7' tall, had once weighed 132 pounds. She had experienced the most drastic weight gain out of all the women in the caucus, gaining a total of 148 pounds. She now weighed 280 pounds and felt like a true conservative fighter, ready to take on any challenge that came her way. As the last member stepped off the scale, Congresswoman Stefanik addressed the room, 'Ladies, we have achieved our goal. We have embraced our bodies and accepted our weight. We are beautiful, strong, and united. Let us go forth and show the world that BBWs can lead the way in government and inspire others to follow their own path.' And so, the Conservative BBW Caucus emerged from the shadows, ready to redefine the norms of Washington, one luscious curve at a time.

In the aftermath of her bitter loss in the Arizona governor's race, Kari Lake found solace in the indulgent embrace of culinary delights. Once driven by political ambition, she now sought comfort in every morsel of food that crossed her path. As her waistline expanded into a small, but noticeable belly, Kari couldn't help but feel self-conscious. She had heard whispers that Donald Trump, her former ally and potential future mentor, held a disdain for overweight women. Determined to conceal her weight gain, Kari donned a girdle, convinced that it would shield her changing figure from the scrutiny of the former president. Fate, however, had a different plan. Invited to spend four days at Mar-a-Lago, Kari found herself surrounded by the luxurious excesses of Trump's private club. As she indulged in the rich, creamy fare, her body underwent a remarkable transformation. Her breasts swelled, their ample proportions straining against the confines of her too-small bra. Her buttocks grew round and firm, taking on a shape that would turn heads wherever she went. Her belly expanded, becoming a soft, pillowy mound that drew attention to her newfound softness. Liberated from the constraints of her former body, Kari reveled in her newfound womanly curves. She cast aside her girdle, opting for only a bra to support her overflowing breasts. As she stood in front of the mirror, she squirted a dollop of whipped cream directly into her mouth. Suddenly, her breasts seemed to surge upward, becoming even more massive. Her buttocks quivered, taking on a gravity-defying shape. Her belly swelled to an even more generous size, shimmering with the remnants of the whipped cream she had smeared upon it. Just then, Trump entered the room. Kari's heart froze. She knew her weight gain would disgust him. To her astonishment, Trump's reaction was far from what she expected. Instead of recoil and contempt, Kari saw a hint of admiration in his eyes. 'Kari, you've put on some weight,' he said. 'And I must say, it looks damn good on you.' Kari was flabbergasted. 'But I thought... you said...' she stammered. Trump chuckled. 'I only said that fat women are ugly when they're ugly all over, like Rosie O'Donnell. You, on the other hand, are anything but ugly. Your weight gain has only made you more attractive.' As Trump confessed his desire for Melania to gain weight like Kari but his fear of hurting her feelings, Kari realized that her journey of self-indulgence had led her down an unexpected path. With newfound confidence, Kari embraced her weight gain. It had not only transformed her body but had also given her an advantage in the political arena. As she ran for the Arizona senate seat in 2024, swing voters were drawn to her authenticity and her willingness to defy expectations. She won the election by a landslide, her weight gain having won over countless hearts and minds.

Chapter 17. Volume 2 Elara sat down with her mother and uncle at the table in her kingdom. She looked down, seeing she was back to normal with her long legs touching the ground. The princess smirked watching Alvan tease his sister about that new starter belly she had grown recently. Sella blushed pouting at her brother’s poke to her belly as Elara giggled. When the food arrived, everyone began digging in. Then all of a sudden Elara began to feel sick. She gasped seeing Alvan and Sella were ** as they began looking pale. Elara sighed, thinking there was something wrong with the food. Then she saw Valena in the doorway smirking. Elara tried getting up, but she was pinned down by magic chains. The girl groaned as she began to feel crumbled up all of a sudden. She began to shrink in her seat, trying to escape as her heels left the ground. Then Elara noticed her skin was turning green and it wasn’t just because she was sick. She saw her dress get large on her as the chair felt bigger as well. The table was getting closer to her view as she went down losing height every moment. Then her green belly began to bloat out, plumping up bigger by the second, along with the rest of her figure. She watched Alvan's head hit the table as he coughed up blood going pale. Then Elara saw her mother land on the table too, as her eyes cried with blood. The girl cried as Valena put a collar around the pudgy goblins neck taking her away like some pet. She kicked her to the floor, laughing. “So weak, such a disappointment.” *** Elara gasped waking up as she calmed her breathing. She had that nightmare again about Valena poisoning her family. Elara shook in fear as she relaxed herself, putting a hand to her chest. Then she heard her belly let out a growl of hunger. Elara walked out of the room as she went to the fridge to eat something. Thanks to Yuki's ice spells, they had a place to keep things cold. She grabbed the leftovers of half a cake and before she knew it, she began devouring the treat. Soon, the cake was inside her belly as she let out a belch. Elara felt a bit better with a full belly, since food always helped her nerves. Then she went to Isadora’s room using a light spell to see. Isadora was snoring as she had her soft leg hanging off the bed. Her large belly was going up and down too with her deep breaths. Elara poked her thigh to get her attention as the black-haired girl stirred awake. “Hey, Elara. Is everything ok?” “No, I had a nightmare again. I can’t get back to sleep because I’m scared. Could I sleep with you tonight?” Elara sighed. Isadora saw the girl shaking still. “Of course. Come on up,” Isadora smiled patting the mattress. Elara nodded as she climbed up the mattress struggling a bit with her heavier bloated body. She was still shaking as Isadora held her, facing her. Then she felt Elara grab her plush ** belly under the sheets. Elara snuggled her head on her belly as she began to stop shaking. Isadora blushed but said nothing, feeling the goblin’s own plump belly touch hers. Then she heard snoring. Elara had fallen asleep on her side, resting on her belly. Isadora smirked, patting the white-haired girls head as she fell asleep as well. *** Isadora woke up as she looked around. She saw Sariel was already gone. They must have overslept. Then she saw Elara snoring still as she drooled on her bare pale belly. She smiled seeing the cute goblin princess using her belly as a pillow. Then she heard a soft fart escape her big rear. “She farts in her sleep, how cute,” Isadora giggled. Elara then stirred awake as she stretched her short plump arms. She yawned showing off a double chin for a moment in the making. “Morning sleeping beauty.” “Morning, thanks for letting me sleep with you again. This is the 4th time this month. I need to stop having these nightmares. Valena might be right about me being weak in this form of mine. The sooner I get back to normal, the better,” Elara sighed. “Don’t let Valena get to you. Even like this, you’re stronger than you know. It’s ok to come to me for help. I told you that right? I’ll always be there to support and comfort you,” Isadora smiled. “Thank you. When I sleep with you, I forget all of my worries right away. I wonder why?” Elara smirked. “Probably thanks to this belly. When you cuddled with it, you were out fast,” Isadora stated. “Well, it is very comfortable. It’s gotten so large, and squishy,” Elara grinned slapping Isadora’s tummy. Isadora blushed looking down at her large tummy as she sat up a bit. Her belly sagged on her plump thighs as she saw it past her E cup breasts that were straining her bra. She was getting a fat girls downward view now for sure. Her belly was also starting to invade her thighs, like her mothers. With the girl's hips spreading above her ** butt in her tight panties, Isadora sighed that she was now officially looking like a fat girl. She felt her double chin as she looked down at the mess her body had plumped into over the last month since the attack. The witch felt guilty over the whole thing, since her demonic book had helped bring Elara’s last real family down. It ate at her constantly, making her eat her feelings to relief the stress. It was no surprise she had reached 204 pounds, finally over the 200 mark. It didn't help, she was feeling very conflicted about her mother as well. “Yeah, it’s my fault...I’m getting so big. I need to start working out like the girls. I’m looking like a fat pig these days,” Isadora frowned patting her belly making it wobble. “To be fair, those girls aren’t losing weight, despite their work out. They’re eating too much, but it’s not like I can lecture them,” Elara blushed patting her green belly. Isadora looked down at the goblin’s ** belly hanging over her panties a bit, thinking about how adorable it was on her. But the biggest part of Elara was still her butt as it spread wide along her hips. She saw the meaty stubby legs of the goblin below her panties as well touching each other. Isadora didn’t know why, but she found Elara to be cuter the more weight her juicy pear put on. ‘I’m such a weirdo’ she thought. “I must look so ugly with all this fat on my green short body,” Elara frowned. “No, I think you look beautiful. How many times do I have to say it, even with the new pounds,” Isadora smirked as she tickled Elara’s love handles making her giggle. “Ha, ha, Ok. I believe you. You know what’s funny actually. I forgot to tell you. Valena was hiding her true weight with a slimming spell. Guess I’m not the only one that put on the pounds,” Elara smirked. “That doesn’t surprise me. All that girl did when I was still there was eat and relax all day. She’s so lazy,” Isadora stated. “I wonder, how big she is now?” Elara giggled. If only I could tell you, Isadora thought smiling as she remembered the fat corpulent elf that almost matched her mother in size. “If anyone looks silly with their new pounds, it’s me,” Isadora sighed patting her gut. “You’re pretty cute yourself since growing so big,” Elara blushed. Elara climbed onto Isadora’s soft lap facing her. Her green belly smushed into Isadora’s porcine colored gut as she kissed the princess on the lips. They made out on her bed as Elara grabbed her belly and started fondling it. The goblin wrapped her chunky green thighs around Isadora’s waist as far as they would reach. Isadora didn’t want to admit it, but she felt very good when Elara played with her belly. She was getting horny as she began pinching Elara’s green belly too. From Elara’s glazed overlook, she looked as if she was feeling pretty hot herself. All this stress the 2 girls were dealing with was coming out in this embrace of love. Then Isadora gasped a bit as she felt Elara slap her belly. Elara then stopped blushing at her lover’s moan when Isadora’s belly let out a loud growl. “Oh, looks like I’m hungry. Maybe we should continue this another time, sexy,” Isadora smirked. “I agree, I’m getting pretty ravenous myself,” Elara blushed smiling. Elara got off her belly as she stood on the bed now. Isadora smirked seeing a little wet spot on the goblin’s panties. ‘That girl must love my belly quite a lot’ she thought smirking. Isadora couldn’t see past her belly very well, so the girl didn’t notice she had her own wet spot too. The witch sat up, slowly rolling over to get out of bed. Elara was giggling at her slow and deliberate movements. In the past, she could spring out of bed. But those days were behind her, buried in adipose that weighed her down. Soon Isadora finally got to the edge of the bed and stood up, panting a bit. ‘When did I get winded from getting out of bed’ she sighed blushing. ‘Guess putting on over 80 pounds will make you out of shape’ Isadora thought. “Are you getting up yet or what, slow poke. I’m starving,” Elara giggled. “I’m, *huff* coming.” Isadora panted. *** After Isadora struggled into her shorts and blouse, she came out to see Elara dressed in her cute yellow sun dress that she wore at the empire, Though the clothes on the both of them were looking pretty tight now. You could see Elara’s and Isadora’s bellybutton imprint through their clothes. Isadora’s could barely get her shorts buttoned as well, having to do a dance to get them closed. Elara held Isadora’s hand as they waddled down the hall, side by side. Soon they came into the dining room seeing everyone digging into their meals. The girls waved to the princesses for a moment and then went back to eating right away. Nellie came around smiling at the girls as she put more eggs on the table. Then Isadora saw Sariel stare at her and then look back at all the fatties she was growing. Like a farmer, proud of their fattened prized pigs. First was Mira who was chowing down on her meat ravenously in her short shirt outfit and tight short pants. The dragon girl was starting to compete with Isadora as the fattest around here as she weighed 212 pounds. She was taller than Isadora and had her dragon assets, but the dirty blonde’s gut was starting to look as large as the witch’s. To think she used to be a muscular slender bandit when they first met her, and Isadora was the pudgy one. Now they didn’t look too different. That rock hard girl had softened into a pudgy mud dragon herself. Her puffy cheeks took in more meat with her double chin framing her face to look like a true fat girl. Her once muscular arms now turned flabby to match her gut resting on her soft legs. The days when she had abbs seemed so far away now. The dragon’s greed had torn down her figure quite well. Clearly those workouts weren’t even slowing down her growth. Not to mention her breasts had expanded to double E cups now competing with her gut in how far they stuck out. Though Nellie still had the largest breasts out of them all, with hers sitting at double F cup. The pink haired cowgirl was fat as well, reaching 210 pounds recently. But she had an udder to carry around, full of milk. Her ** belly was starting to turn into a gut as well though, as it hung over her panties. Nellie swayed her wide supple hips with her butt looking so plump with meaty fat laden legs to carry it. She came over to Yuki, as she fed her some bacon while rubbing her belly. She smiled with her double chinned puffy face as she looked at the overfed fox girl eating next to the overstuffed harpy. The blue haired kitsune was now weighing 195 pounds, getting close to the 200 mark. She was already drinking her beer in the morning, nibbling on pancakes. Clearly, she didn’t have a drinking problem. Yuki looked at Isadora and blushed as she noticed the witch was staring at her bare belly sagging over her panties. In the past Yuki would make fun of Isadora’s belly all the time. But now that she had a ** gut herself, she felt she couldn’t make fun of anyone anymore. Not to mention her huge double E cup breasts and soft spreading butt added to her chunky frame. Isadora could tell, she was self-consciousness about her own weight. The fox's confidence in her body was starting to wane as she grew. Yuki let out a belch, as she guzzled down her food to cancel out her embarrassment. Next to her, was Nyrie and she wasn’t doing much better. Even if she was the smallest girl next to Sariel, she still had a ** belly hanging over her shorts. The green haired girl weighed 178 pounds, leaving her the last truly chubby girl on the crew for now. Even the biggest part of Nyrie, her huge spreading butt, wasn’t as large as Elara’s green rump. Her juicy thighs above her bird feet were also looking so meaty. The more weight she put on the more disproportionate her bird feet looked on her. She ate her eggs next to Yuki, opening her double chinned face to eat as she farted. Something was different about Yuki and Nyrie after a month ago. Ever since they fought that gluttony demon and were overstuffed, they’re appetites had increased. She felt like the gluttony demon had infected them. But according to Sariel, their stomachs had been stretched like crazy and now it took more food to make them feel satisfied. Speaking of the succubus she was still having a good time, fattening the girls for her mission. It was almost like nothing had happened a month ago, for her. She was as cold and professional as ever. Even in her lingerie with stockings on, serving the girls food. Infact Sariel was the only thin girl left on the ship at this point. Well, thin compared to everyone else. Though that wouldn’t stay the case if her belly continued to grow. The purple haired demoness still had a starter belly starting to blossom. Not to mention the rest of her figure was softening up a tad thanks to her 15 extra pounds, she had gained since the start. Whether she realized it or not, the girls eating habits were rubbing off on her as she nibbled on sweets. Isadora and Elara joined the girls eating, as there was complete silence as the girls only focused on their food. Only a bunch of munching and slurping sounds from eating could be heard. A bit later moans and belches began to be heard around the table. Then some farts as pants were starting to become undone. Some by choice, others by accident. Mira’s shorts burst open as she blushed. Sariel teased her chunky dragon, patting her jiggling tummy. After breakfast, every girl sitting at the table had a bloated large belly with undone pants. For a crew of outlawed monsters, they weren’t looking very threatening or scary at all. Sariel had influenced these girls well indeed. Isadora couldn’t talk though as her own stuffed belly hit the table in front of her as her the button on her shorts burst open on their own too. She was going to need new pants again it seemed. All the ladies needed new pants, since they all needed to unbutton when they grew bloated. Might be time for a visit to the clothing store again. “So, *bworp* hope you enjoyed breakfast. I just, *burp* wanted to give an update on where we’re going. We’re almost to the shores of the ocean. Once we get there, we’ll be leaving to the next region. There are 2 ways we can get there though *burp*. One is the long way over the mountains, and 2nd is the way through the forest which is shorter,” Mira said. “We should just take the short way, no,” Yuki groaned as Nellie rubbed her belly, making her smile. “Well, according to my old guide friends, they told me the locals claim the forest is dangerous. So, maybe we shouldn’t,” Mira sighed. “I say the short way. We need to get moving on our journey before we’re too...” Nyrie trailed off. “Before we’re too what?” Mira wondered as she scratched her belly. “Well, too big.” Nyrie blushed, looking at her undone pants under her bloated tummy. “Oh no It’s my fault, right? I’m so sorry I’m making you all fat with my food,” Nellie frowned as her cow ears went down in shame. “No, it’s not your fault Nellie, *bworrp*. Excuse me. Ever since we’ve been getting more money, we’ve been getting rather greedy and lax. Wouldn’t you say?” Yuki stated as she farted, making Nyrie grimace. “Yeah, we always made fun of those plump noble girls, no offense, Elara,” Nyrie sighed. “None taken,” Elara nodded. “But now were starting to look and act like them.” Nyrie grimaced. “Those vacation’s we had getting spoiled didn’t help either,” Nellie stated. “Yes, I’ll admit, we’ve all gotten a bit plump, since we started this journey. But we’re starting to exercise again, and the results will appear soon. It takes time to lose weight after all, *burp*. Will be back to normal in no time. Now then, we should go around the forest, just to be safe.” Mira explained. Sariel smirked at the dragon's denial of her weight troubles, along with everyone elses. Every girl on this ship at this point as addicted to eating, just like she planned. The fact Nyrei wanted to rush this journey before she got too big, meant she didn't believe she was losing weight either, As long as they stuffed their faces all the time, their numbers would only go up. And they still had so much room to grow into their fat new lifestyles as she had more plans ready to fatten them soon. She knew why the dragoness didn’t want to go through the forest. So, she didn’t have to fight. She was getting lazier lately it seemed, thanks to the dragon's greed. But Sariel already knew the real reason the forest was dangerous. She overheard people taking about it, at the local strip club they just visited days ago. *** Sariel grinned as she shook her hips to the music in her bikini outfit. She danced around her pole as she showed off her long sexy legs in her stocking and heels. She had a big crowd of people like usual as they stared at her with lust. She saw many guys with hard on’s as she smirked. Despite growing a small belly, the guys and girls were too busy looking at her double D cup boobs and nice soft ass. Infact those extra pounds were working to her advantage, at least for now. She knew what would happen if she let herself grow any bigger, looking over at her crewmate. Yuki like Sariel was hiding her monster features, looking like a normal girl. Unlike Sariel’s huge crowd that was throwing cash at her like crazy, Yuki only had a handful of people and she barely made 20 dollars, all night. That didn’t used to be the case, months ago. Yuki used to be slender and sexy. She got almost as much attention as Sariel. But now, the kitsune had let her appetite for beer, get the better of her. She blushed as she moved a lot slower than the slimmer succubus in her heels. The blue haired girl could barely jump off the ground and twirl around the pole only doing little hops and attempts of doing anything impressive. Although she used to move faster than Sariel and do flips on the pole. But with all that fat weighing her down, she couldn’t even do that without taking every ounce of effort out of her. Even now, as she swayed her hips around the pole, she was panting a bit. Yuki was wearing her tight bra and panties as she wigged her boobs a bit. She was desperate to get her crowd going. But she realized this had made her hanging ** belly wobble as well making some people leave as they grimaced. She had just done a belly dance without even realizing. She turned around blushing as she wiggled her fat butt. One guy slapped her booty making it jiggle with her thick thighs. Then he put couple singles in her panties, drooling at her juicy butt. Well, at least some people dig my chubby figure, she thought panting. Soon Yuki sat at the bar gasping for air as she was on her 5th beer. “Gosh, that used to be a lot easier. I think all this weight’s starting to catch *burp* up to me. My crowds are getting so pathetic recently. How are we going to keep providing for the crew? My looks are going down the drain thanks to all this useless fat.” Yuki growled shaking her belly. “Don’t feel bad. I’m still making a lot. You could wear a corset you know” Sariel smirked. “I *hurrrp* refuse. It’s too constricting,” Yuki blushed with her flush cheeks, getting **. “Well, there are other ways to get money at a club,” Sariel smirked pointing at a fat girl having a drinking contest. “Oh, not a bad idea. No one can out drink me,” Yuki smirked as she stumbled over to the large girl. Sariel smirked as she took a sip of her Cabernet. Then she began listening in on a conversation between some adventurers. 2 guys and an elf girl. “Hey, do you want to take on that mission to find someone in the overgrown jungle? It’s a lot of money, and it seems like easy cash.” “Yeah, why not. We could buy a new table for our room," the elf girl smiled. “There’s a reason it’s a lot of money. You guys aren’t from around here, are you?” Sariel looked up to see the bartender dark elf polishing her glass. “What’s so scary about that jungle?” “Let’s just say, you can easily get lost in there. That person is missing, for a good reason. Not to mention the creatures, and monsters living in the woods.” “I think we could take them on,” the guy adventurer smirked. "But there’s one more thing you need to be weary of. Do you know why they call it the overgrown jungle? It’s because everything in that forest is big. The fruits and vegetables are huge and overgrown. They’re full of dense nutrients and very filling. Not to mention, the smaller animals also have a lot of meat packed on them. If you go into that huge forest, you’ll have to eat that stuff while you’re in there. Now, if you got lost in there, and were stuck eating that food for weeks, you can imagine what damage would be done to your figures,” she explained. “How much damage, are we talking about?” “There was once a girl who got lost in the forest with her friends and she was the only one who made it out. This happened recently. She was lost for 3 months. She was a slender little brunet lass when she went in, but after barely getting out of there, she had put on 105 pounds. Now she’s the local ** fatty, who can’t lose the weight. She got so used to eating such huge amounts of food after being in there. Thats her over there,” the bartender sighed. She pointed to a fat girl whose skirt was undone as she drank beer adding to her many glasses on the table as she went up against someone. That someone was Yuki, drinking with her own huge, bloated belly. Sariel read the lass’s weight at 240 pounds. She must have put on more weight since leaving the jungle. Her puffy double chinned face chugged more beer as she let out a huge belch. That huge beer filled belly along with that corpulent figure told Sariel a lot about this girl. “She used to come here to pick up guys when she was cute and slender. Now she only gets challenges to beer drinking contests.” A once cute girl that probably loved to pick up guys around here in her spare time, but now had no guys approaching her bloated tummy. Sariel pegged her right. Infact, it reminded her of the beer loving fox challenging her. “You know what guys, maybe we should pass. What if we do get lost in there,” the elf girl sighed looking at her slim waist in fear. “Come on, it’s still a lot of money. Your just scared you’ll gain a few pounds from eating in there.” “I am not ending up like that fat porker. I work hard to maintain this figure. Let’s find another mission dam it!” the elf growled. “Fine, geez,” he sighed. Sariel grinned as they walked away watching Yuki drink. Then the fox finally won beating the girl after so many glasses. The ** fat lass landed headfirst on the table, letting out a huge belch as she passed out. Yuki was giggling, ** off her fat ass. She was given the money grinning as she let out a fart. Sariel smirked as she later helped Yuki stumble out of the bar. “*Bwoorrrrrrrrrrrrrrp*. Oofff dam. My tank is fulllll. Who needs dancing when I can get paid to drink, right. I think I learned another way to be useful to the crew. Did you learn anything cool tooonight?” she giggled. “Yeah, I got some helpful tips on...growing stuff,” Sariel smirked staring at the fox's large, bloated tummy. *** “I think, we should go into the forest,” Sariel grinned. “Why though, it could be dangerous?” Mira sighed. “I agree, with Nyrie. We should think about moving this journey along a bit. Besides, I think we’re more dangerous than anything in that jungle. You girls are amazing in a fight. I think you could take on anything in there. Unless you think otherwise. What do you have to be afraid of?” Sariel smirked as she watched all the ladies look at their pudgy frames in shame. They were once great fighters. But now that they had all this weight on them, they weren’t so sure of their skills in a fight anymore. Especially Yuki and Nyrie who almost lost in their fight, thanks to their pounds slowing them down. Mira was still a good fighter, but her lazier demeanor made her want to avoid fights. They all didn’t want to admit their pounds were slowing them down or that the girls were becoming lazy piggies, as Sariel expected. “As much as I don't want to admit it, you're right. We need to reach the dragon kingdom soon. Adela has almost taken over the whole region. Only one major kingdom remains now. We need to move our fat butts along. Ok, we’ll go in the forest. I think we’ll be *burp* fine,” Mira stated as she felt Sariel rub her belly tenderly, with the dragoness letting out a fart. “Sounds great. I’m sure you can all handle whatever’s in there,” Sariel grinned as she patted the dragon's belly, while looking at the girl's fat bloated bellies grinning. Thank you so much for reading. Feels good to be back. 🙂 If you found this interesting, you can check me out on DeviantArt as well. chubbygirls12 User Profile | DeviantArt

In the opulent confines of an exclusive club, a secret society known as the BBW Sisterhood convened. Its members, all prominent conservative women, were united by their shared passion for weight gain and the joys of their expanding bodies. Vicky Hartzler, once a svelte and statuesque politician, had transformed into a voluptuous BBW. Her ample bosom, curvaceous hips, and generous belly proudly adorned her pink gingham dress. Ann Wagner, her fellow Republican comrade, had also embraced her new curves, her peachy skin glistening despite her increasing weight. As they joined the esteemed company of Elise Stefanik, Nicole Malliotakis, Harriet Hageman, Claudia Tenney, Michele Bachmann, and Debbie Lesko, they were welcomed with open arms and admiring glances. Each woman had her own unique story of weight gain, but they shared a common thread: a celebration of their bodies as they grew fuller and more voluptuous. Elise Stefanik, the group's founder, beamed with pride as she watched her sisters in curvaceous solidarity. 'My dear ladies,' she proclaimed, her voice as rich as her décolletage, 'in this sacred space, we reject the societal norms that seek to shame and suppress our natural instincts to nourish our bodies.' They spent hours indulging in delectable treats and engaging in lively conversation about the joys of gaining weight. They marveled at the way their breasts swelled, their butts jiggled, and their bellies expanded. Each member shared her own personal experiences, from the thrill of unbuttoning a pair of too-tight jeans to the satisfaction of seeing their weight tick upwards on the scale. As the night wore on, they retreated to a private chamber for a secret ritual. Donning silken robes, they stood before a full-length mirror. Slowly, they unbuttoned their clothing, revealing their ample bodies. They gazed upon each other with unabashed admiration, their eyes lingering on their protruding stomachs, plump thighs, and heaving cleavages. 'Behold our beauty,' exclaimed Harriet Hageman, her eyes twinkling with newfound confidence. 'We are the BBW Sisterhood, and we will not be ashamed!' United in their celebration of their bodies, they vowed to defy the stereotypes and embrace their curves with pride. And so, the BBW Sisterhood continued to thrive, a beacon of empowerment and freedom for conservative women who dared to embrace their true selves.

Once upon a time, in the bustling city of Washington D.C., there lived a woman named Sarah Huckabee Sanders. She was a prominent figure in the political sphere, serving as the White House Press Secretary. Despite her successful career, Sarah couldn't help but feel a sense of longing for her past self. Sarah had always been a woman of substance, both in her personality and her physical appearance. She had a voluptuous figure, with a large bosom, a round, full belly, and a generous derriere. She was proud of her body and the way it made her feel. However, as she climbed the ranks of her career, she found herself losing weight, and with it, a part of her identity. One day, as Sarah stood in front of the mirror, she couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness. She missed her old self, the woman with the fuller figure. She missed the way her clothes hugged her curves, the way her body filled out a dress, and the way she felt when she looked in the mirror. Determined to regain her old self, Sarah decided to embark on a journey to regain her lost weight. She knew it wouldn't be easy, but she was willing to put in the effort. She began by changing her diet, incorporating more calorie-dense foods and indulging in her favorite comfort foods. Sarah also started to exercise less, focusing on activities that wouldn't burn as many calories. She took long, leisurely walks instead of running, and she spent more time relaxing and enjoying her favorite hobbies. As the weeks went by, Sarah began to notice a change in her body. Her clothes started to feel tighter, and her reflection in the mirror began to resemble the woman she once was. She was thrilled with the progress she was making and felt a renewed sense of confidence. Soon, Sarah's body had returned to its former glory. She was once again the woman with the full, voluptuous figure she had always been proud of. She felt more comfortable in her own skin and more confident in her abilities. Sarah's journey to regain her weight wasn't just about her physical appearance; it was about rediscovering the woman she had once been. She had learned that it was okay to embrace her curves and to be proud of her body, no matter what size she was. In the end, Sarah's story serves as a reminder that it's essential to love and accept ourselves for who we are, regardless of our appearance. It's a story of self-discovery, self-love, and the power of embracing our true selves.

I noticed a certain user just started a third account to post the same things, mainly off-topic and always about politics and AI, they posted the first two times before deleting their accounts. I don't know why they are posting much of that content here and not posting on the main boards but that's besides the point. What I don't get is how they are able to start an account, close it, start a new account, close that, and continue to do so as often as they can without any warning. That feels like troll behavior to me. What's the opinion of some of the other people here on this?

In the bustling town of Albany, New York, three political figures held significant power. Claudia Tenney, known for her fierce determination, stood out among them. However, her fellow congresswomen, Nicole Malliotakis and Elise Stefanik, had a different plan in mind. One crisp autumn evening, Nicole and Elise invited Claudia for a dinner meeting at a charming little cafe. Little did Claudia know that this dinner would mark the beginning of an unexpected turn of events. As the women chatted over delectable dishes, Nicole and Elise slyly incorporated rich, creamy desserts, secretly laced with special ingredients designed to enhance Claudia's curves. The unsuspecting Claudia indulged in the treats, her taste buds delighted by the decadence. Weeks passed, and Claudia began to notice subtle changes in her body. Her once slender frame blossomed as her clothes hugged her newfound curves. While initially confused, Claudia couldn't deny the mesmerizing allure of her growing figure. Nicole and Elise continued their discreet scheme, ensuring that each interaction with Claudia included irresistible delicacies that fueled her gradual transformation. Claudia's once trim silhouette now boasted generous curves, especially in her breasts, buttocks, and midsection. The changes didn't go unnoticed by the intrigued public, adding fuel to the fire of Claudia's evolving image. Despite her initial reservations, Claudia found herself reveling in the attention her fuller figure garnered. She embraced the newfound confidence that came with her enhanced curves, her once strict demeanor softening with a newfound sense of sensuality. As the weeks turned into months, Claudia's weight gain became a topic of fascination among both admirers and critics. However, what started as a covert plan by Nicole and Elise had evolved into a transformative journey for Claudia herself. She discovered a newfound appreciation for her body, reveling in the beauty of her enhanced physique. With each passing day, Claudia's confidence blossomed, her radiant smile captivating those around her. What began as a simple dinner meeting had blossomed into an empowering tale of self-love and acceptance. By the time the next election season arrived, Claudia stood tall, a vision of beauty and strength. And though the journey of her weight gain had been orchestrated by her fellow congresswomen, it was Claudia herself who embraced her new identity with grace and poise, proving that true beauty transcends physical appearance. As the curtains closed on this chapter, the trio of congresswomen shared a knowing glance, their bond strengthened by a shared secret that had ultimately led to Claudia's empowering transformation. And amidst the political chaos of Albany, the tale of Claudia Tenney's unexpected weight gain remained a whispered legend, a story of self-discovery and newfound confidence.

Hm, based on costume I think Harley Quinn or Batgirl. Generally I like all female superheroes as long as they have tight clothes 🦹‍♀️🦸‍♀️

I'd preface by saying that most of the ones I've been posting were made using Microsoft Designer or Image Creator last fall or maybe at the latest in January this year- I haven't messed with it much since then mostly cause the censoring of prompts got so bad you were mostly trying to get it to generate anything let alone something good- it had gotten just super averse to showing any kind of fat women, not even trying to make anything bare or anything of the sort. But the nice thing at the time with those was you could pretty much just type whatever in pretty natural language and it would generate a good variety of stuff with decent anatomy. I think on the 1st page one prompt was something like: bigger vast plus sized body positive full figured plus sized curvy 40 year old Caucasian female nurse after massive weight gain, glasses, black hair up, wedged into chair at hospital nurse station, front quarter profile view, pale skin, scrubs, happy, proud, smart, sunny, ample matronly physique, overwhelmingly soft heavyset physique, increasingly generous obese figure, confident Granted, I doubt this prompt would work now- you'd probably have to get rid of most of the "fat" or "big" adjectives and probably dress up the style of the image a little more, so adding some descriptors with what kind of image- like "A high quality movie still image" or "highly detailed graphic novel concept art painting" kind of thing and then describe the subject, clothing, setting and so on. I doubt the censoring is any better now but maybe I should try it again... Nope! That's what I enjoyed about Bing/Designer compared to something like Stable Diffusion. It generally would spit out decent anatomy with normal hands, bodies while keeping the actual prompts pretty basic. You can certainly do cool stuff in Stable Diffusion but it usually takes a good deal more work to get what you want compared to DALL-E3.

As someone in a similar situation, what I'll say is tread lightly. It's one thing to post on forums and indulge rhe fantasy in an impersonal manner, but anything with any measure of edirect emotional attachment to another person crosses into and through a grey area really quick. General rule: if it feels wrong and you feel guilty, it is wrong and you should stop. I've been in the same.boat for years and had to walk it back a few times myself. Fortunately never followed through with anything I'd regret, but certainly entertained the idea once or twice. Part of learning to 'deal' I guess. As long as your wife means more to you than living out the fantasy, you'll find the balance.

Ah, how generous of you! Preparing a sweet treat to share with family, friends, co-workers, maybe? I hope all of them enjoyed your baking! Hope none of them went to waste either. Though a whole pan of brownies can be a lot for a group, even. 😜

It's a pleasure to meet you, Jesse! Hope you're doing well! Welcome to Curvage! That's an awfully filling list of favorite foods. Be careful or you might just start getting fat. 😉 Thank you for being so generous to share here! Looking forward to seeing more from you