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I’ve been meaning to make this post for some time now but didn’t take the time to put together the photos. indie folk band The Head and the Heart’s (pretty shit pop music masked under folk ornamentation in my own humble opinion) violinist and singer has been on a steady train to greatness for quite some time. Touring can be really hard on the body. She really took off around 2012 - 2013 and hasn’t really looked back since. I’ve ordered the following photos chronologically from 2011-2020. I find this girl so fucking attractive, got such a unique look. so much content available out there with this band so if I feel like taking the time/if someone else wants to, there are plenty of videos to document this great gain.

Just a spicy iteration of some topic I've found on F.F. . How does it feel getting involved deeper and deeper into heavy territory, going from one initial size to overweight to obese territory?

What do you think about this video, anyone??

After months of work, I'm releasing my first Weight Gain Novella. Blurb: Everyone struggles with their weight from time to time. The newest chemistry teacher at the university, Annie Keller, is no different. While most of her students don't notice or care, one of her repeat students definitely has. Come on a journey of discovery as Ian learns how many cookies he can cook in a semester while finding out just how deep his professor's weight issues run. It's a light forbidden romance story between a college student and their professor featuring female weight gain and ventriphilia(belly fetish) content. Counting the optional sex scene( Separated out at the end for those who don't like sex content) it clocks in at a bit over 20k words spread over 11 chapters. If you want to taste a bit, you can read the first chapter here: https://www.deviantart.com/juxtaterrestrial/art/Weighted-Grades-Chapter-1-882050318 Additionally, I've attached the cover below to further entice you. If that isn't enough, or if you're sold on the premise alone, you can pre-order the novella here: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0979H18LZ If you'd like further assurances, I'd add that this isn't a story that I wrote and immediately uploaded. I had several people read it and provide feedback. Then once I made changes, I had another few people run through correcting the spelling and grammar. I'm sure there still may be flaws, but I'm confident that this is a quality product.

Hey! I thought it would be nice to come here and introduce myself 😘 I'm a gainer from Brasil, coming from 75-79kg to what I am now, by myself with the community encouragement and support, training my capacity this month to start a very heavy gaining month in may. Some people don't know it but I used to play rugby on my city's team and took it pretty seriously 😅 with 79kg for 1.75m I used to play as a forward, and it was fun but being fat became a priority too fast! As a kid I was into martial arts aswell so I have good muscles under all this fat to keep it all standing strong... but I intend on having them as a very distant past. I have a topic on the forum under the name "30lbs - 1 month" which is my goal and I would LOVE to hear from you guys! I'm pretty open to new ideas and rapid gain solutions: as a good guinea pig Im very much into experimentation. Dont be shy!

Luna Moonie here! I’ve been away for a while, but while I’ve been away I’ve been a bit.... indulgent. In the past 6 months I’ve gained 80+ pounds. Enjoy the before and after! Comment if you’d like more pics from this mini shoot!

So I had covid about a month ago. My appetite dropped immediately. I’ve lost 25 pounds and still dropping. I need tips and tricks to get my appetite back and to get back up to my original weight and more. I want to do it safely but want to gorge so help me out with some thoughts or ideas! Thanks!

Letting my plump gut rest between my thighs while I pig out is SUCH a turn on! My tummy is getting bigger and bigger and taking up so much space 🥵

Can a trans woman be a curvage model? I want to be a model and make content so bad. But don’t know where to start or even if I can post on here. I have many insecurities and just want a place to express my self... please let me know.

The first photo was when I was really thin maybe 120 lbs and that was about January of 2017 The second photo is from October of 2019 that’s when I first decided to start gaining I was about 200 there The third photo is from about December of 2019 I wanna say I was about 215 there and the final photo was from late March and is current I am about 231 now 😛

Hi, I downloaded these pictures few months ago to try a morph on. Some busy time later, I come back with this idea but without finding back the post related. Do you have an idea, so I can compare if evolution or wg ? Thnks

Hey guys, long time lurker of the growing ladies here but recently I decided to merge my interests and hobby into one so I could contribute 😜 please let me know what you guys think! ❤️ Link to my DeviantArt if you guys are on there too. Working on more pages for this series and working on a sort of spin off too, some WG sequences. Big plans for big ladies 🥰

She is pregnant but compared to what she looked like before she’s definitely gained a significant amount of weight while pregnant because she is big and so sexy 😍 Before After

I wanted to start a thread for photos and connecting with fans 💖 I of course love showing off my plump, growing belly but I also enjoy indulging in other kinks and would love to hear yours! My top fetishes are: 💖 Lactation fantasy 💖 Breeding 💖 Mommy roleplay 💖 Feet 💖 Feederism - feeder/feedee/mutual weight gain 💖 Femdom

I’m trying to remember the name of a celeb who I think was a gymnast or some kind of athlete. She had gained weight and appeared on a tv show, think it was foreign. In the show, she had to do a performance on the uneven bars and was struggling hard. Her outfit visibly showed her gain and I wanna say she might’ve been wearing a red shirt during the show? I remember seeing a threat with her in it and screenshots from the show that showcase her fuller frame but I can’t seem to find it and I don’t remember her name.

I wanted to make a different kind of story. Instead of a narrative that is told through paragraphs and sentences, I decided to tell a story through a text message thread. This is the story of Mike and Sasha, who just matched on Tinder. They already exchanged pleasantries on the app, so that's why they're so direct via text. I tried to make it look somewhat realistic. I used Photoshop to make it look like they're texting back and forth. Please give it a chance. And I hope you enjoy it!

A friend of mine has always been skinny and even told she was medically under weight by the doctor growing up. she has had enough and now nearing 40 wants to finally gain weight and shake of the ‘skinny’ label. she has told me I can help as I came clean that I loved the idea of fattening her up. she’s going for it and a friend described her as looking pregnant yesterday...this didn’t phase her dang said she didn’t care prefers g it to the label of skinny! watch this space and I will update often. would love to hear you words of encouragement and I’ll pass theM on

Obsessed with this too small fit 🥵

The chubbier I get the hotter and sluttier I feel 🥰😘

Some pics of my gain 4/5 months of gaining 1 year of gaining let me know what you think

Last week I found out I crossed back into the 200s 🥵 And Monday-Wednesday this week I took a lil staycation. I ate so much y’all! Deep dish pizza, fast food, soda... anyway, here I am looking nice and bloated and ready for a belly rub.

I've gotten so used to eating whatever I want and have no plans to stop 😘

Gula. Acedia. (by Czechfeeder) Adele stretched out sleepily in bed. It was almost ten o'clock in the morning and she still couldn't get used to not being woken up. Richard, her husband, had left a week ago for a six-month internship in the United States and suddenly Adele had a new life. "And much more pleasant," thought Adele. Richard was a stickler and a stickler for detail. Sometimes she felt that he treated her like a little girl. He planned her time, told her what to cook, even gave her advice on dressing. The cycle of work, squash, gym, shopping and cooking, laundry. Over and over again. Before the wedding and in the early years of the marriage, this suited her submissive nature perfectly, but in the last few weeks it was fatigue. She felt like a cog in a clock, an insignificant worker in a giant anthill. To rest, she took a two-week sabbatical from work. And she enjoyed it. The first week she did nothing at all. She lounged in bed, read and occasionally downloaded a movie from the internet. She skipped gym and squash, indulging in all the treats Richard forbade her to eat: fried food, chips, chocolate, the occasional dessert. She kept it from Richard unconsciously. She knew how obsessed he was with her slim figure, so she made an excuse about her illness in the first week. He communicated with her via skype and even gave instructions remotely. It was annoying. One day he even noticed a bit of tartar sauce stuck to her chin. She told him it was low-fat yogurt. Other days, the jet lag allowed her to pretend she was going to work. Plus, she made the excuse that she had accidentally deleted her Skype and couldn't fix it, so their communication was limited to email. She was enjoying her last few days off and mentally preparing to return to work. During the week of lounging she had gained almost two pounds, but she knew that after a few hours of aerobics and Zumba she would be back down to her 68 kg weight. She wasn't looking forward to it at all, she loved lounging in bed. She clicked on Richard's email. He was describing his life and work, and of course he had his favourite topic: "American women are usually fat as pigs, you better go work out twice a day so you don't grow an ass. And skip dinner!" At that moment, something inside her broke. She's not going to do his bidding anymore, she's going to teach him a lesson. She's not going to work out for six months on her own. And she'll eat whatever she wants. She'll see that she doesn't have to obey him in everything and that she can do what she wants. The thought filled her with a strange excitement. On the one hand, a pleasant feeling flooded her, coupled with the idea that she wouldn't have to police herself in her eating. But she was also flushed with the knowledge that she would be doing this behind Richard's back and how furious he would be when he found out. How would he probably look? She decided she would enjoy the last three days of lazing around. She didn't even feel like going shopping, so she ordered a bunch of treats and litres of Coke online. That night she overate for the first time in a long time. She lay on her back in bed, watching TV and enjoying the feeling. She didn't fall asleep until after midnight, groggy from the unusual dose of sugar. She felt like a **. When she woke up the next morning, she remembered that sweet feeling again and realized she had enough food to bring it on again. And the upside was that she was in no danger of a hangover from overeating. All she had to do was wait for it to come off. And stuff herself again. She replied to Richard's email ("Yes, I work out every day, I'm busy, I send my kisses."), rolled into bed and reached for a bag of chips. Two days passed in the blink of an eye. By Sunday night, all the food was gone and the scale showed her at 72 kilos. She wrote an email to Richard describing her exercises and diet. Then she ordered four large pizzas and decided to celebrate her last day off. Two hours later, she was lying on her side on the couch, totally overfed. And she still had almost half her order left. She imagined the look on Richard's face. She grunted in pleasure. She ran her hand into her crotch, feeling how wet she was. She shoved another slice of pizza into her mouth and began to masturbate. In the morning, she called in sick to work. The next call was to the order service. She spent the next 14 days the same way. She spent the whole day lying in bed in front of the TV, eating and masturbating. Her weight jumped to 77 kilograms and her panties began to dig into her waist. Her metabolism, accustomed for years to an active lifestyle, began to store the calories consumed on her body. In her emails to Richard, she kept writing about her work and detailing her visits to the gym. She found a kind of perverse pleasure in it. Like overeating. She indulged in it at least once daily. The feeling of lying completely stuffed in bed was, in her opinion, the best thing in the world. She wondered if she felt that way herself and found a site on the internet about chubby girls. She devoured with interest the profiles of several fat girls. She was amazed to find that there were many paid sites where girls were getting fat for money. And she found some of the fattening stories so sexy that she longed to become one of the heroines. The next week, two things happened: she fattened up to 80 kilograms and was fired from her job for absenteeism. And then she started to run out of money. Richard was a tightwad and so sent her a small amount each month to supplement her salary. And she couldn't have asked for more, because she kept emailing him about going to work, exercising, and the occasional spoonful of yogurt. Richard's return was still more than four months away and she wanted to enjoy it. And teach him a lesson. "Just enjoy it," she thought to herself, her hand stroking the fat kidney that had settled on her belly. The 10 pounds she had gained in two months filled her with intense excitement. Her ass had grown, her breasts, even her arms and thighs were softer and somehow more supple to the touch. She sat down at her computer and typed an ad on a chubby forum, "Maybe my idea is a bit utopian, but I would like to find a solvent man and a feeder in one person. I am a submissive and perpetually hungry handsome fatty who is looking for a longer term pampering relationship. More via email... " Within two days, her email had gathered nearly 50 replies. She sorted out the ones she wasn't attracted to and prepared for her first visit. Over the next week, she met with 20 of the most interesting candidates, from which she selected the top 6. She felt like she was on some twisted reality show. Each one was totally different from the others. But they all had one thing in common: they liked that she was getting fat. And they were ready to help her. On Monday morning, Mark came in. The butcher, a man as strong as a bull. During several trips to and from the car he filled her fridge with steaks, cold cuts, salami, sausages, tripe, in short, everything she could get a craving for during the week. He then watched with tenderness in his eyes as the grease from the mutton dripped down her greasy chin onto her breasts. They had rounded out nicely in the last few days, stretching every shirt to bursting. He watched in silence for hours as she gorged herself on the meaty delicacies and washed them down with beer. When she was so full she was unable to move, he kissed her on the forehead and left. Adéla was so stuffed and dazed from the excess of food and beer after his visit that she fell asleep immediately. And in the morning she was awakened by Ruda and Zdeněk, professional cooks. All day and night they prepared the meals she wanted. With only one rule: what she ordered, she had to eat. They took turns in the kitchen and in her bed without any sign of jealousy. Only when she was so full that she was unable to swallow a bite and the skin on her stomach was painfully tight did they both engage in sexual play. She slept like the dead after such a shift until Wednesday evening when Tomas rang the doorbell. He was young and handsome. And he treated her like a **. He asked her what she wanted, then ordered food over the phone. He waited in silence until she'd eaten everything, then made love to her. I have to say, he ordered really big portions and she often had trouble eating them all. Then she was lying overstuffed in bed and Tomas threw a crumpled wad of bills at her feet. But a big wad. Thursday was a day of cleaning. Majka, a matronly woman in her forties, arrived dressed as a maid and cleaned her entire apartment. Adela wasn't allowed to lift a finger. She lay in bed all day and Majka jumped all over her. At the same time, she washed, ironed and cleaned the apartment. Every now and then she would hand Adéla a Nutella bread, a bag of sweets or a bar of chocolate with an innocent smile. In the afternoons, Adéla was often more overfed than when Rudy and Zdeněk visited. At the moment when she couldn't move anymore Majka rushed at her like a typhoon and the fingers and tongue of the experienced woman sent Adéla to heaven sometimes six times in a row. Martin was a handyman and on Fridays he decorated her apartment. He also cooked. Not as good as Ruda and Zdenek, but hearty. And happy. He was a fun companion. And an experienced feeder. He taught her how to fatten up with whiskey and cognac. And he brought her **, which greatly increased her appetite. And with Martin, it was necessary. This was where she learned her limits. He fed her personally and lovingly, but uncompromisingly. Often she was literally whimpering from her overfed belly, but he would shove another hamburger or tub of ice cream into her mouth without mercy. His visits often stretched into Saturday night, when she spent most of that time overfed to the max. Sundays were spent alone in bed, munching and relaxing. Accustomed to the huge food intake, she would fall asleep in the evening feeling hungry and looking forward to Monday morning. After the first fortnight she had put on nearly six kilograms, and after another two weeks another eight. Her breasts had grown two sizes, her thighs had become so thick that she was unable to stuff them into her pants. Her belly had ballooned out of her soft tummy into a plump white doughy gut that spilled over the waistband of her skirt. Lying on her back, she couldn't see her toes through them. Satisfied in bed, she patted it with one hand while the other drummed out an email to Richard: ...I'm busy right now and there's a new Zumba trainer at the gym. Very good... She hit 100 the next month. The chefs had baked her a cake and, to her own surprise, she had managed to seduce Mark. All she had to do was lie on her back, overfed, massage her fat belly with her hands and ask him with an innocent expression: "How big do you think my belly will be when I weigh fifty kilos more?" Mark turned out to be an attentive and gentle lover, remarkably shy considering his appearance. A few days later she realized that four months had passed since Richard's departure. In that time, she had gained nearly 40 kilograms. "No wonder," she thought. "I've become a well-fed, fattened fucking machine. Richard won't like that." She had become accustomed to her total laziness and gluttony, and it thrilled her to be a constantly overfed, fucked-up fat beauty. Richard's return was filling her partly with excitement at how unpleasantly surprised he would be and partly with fear at his reaction. Recently he had called her unexpectedly in the middle of Martin's visit. "Adele, please?" she murmured into the receiver, surprised. "Are you out of breath?" He asked. "I was just running on the treadmill, I texted you that I bought one," she replied breathlessly. "Ugh, that was close," she then said to herself. She was getting more and more nervous as his return approached. Knowing the end of her sweet life was approaching, she tried to enjoy every last drop. She met a masseur, Honza, on the internet who began massaging and, more importantly, feeding her on Wednesday morning. He lovingly kneaded her curves and folds while stuffing pastries into her mouth. She felt that as if every cupcake was turning right into more fat for her belly. Lack of exercise and constant overeating pushed her weight to 128 kilos a fortnight before Richard's return. Her breasts had grown to the size of grapefruits, her belly had begun to lose its battle with gravity and formed a fat lobe on the underside, her thighs squashing into each other when she walked occasionally, and her buttocks had grown into two giant balloons covered in cellulite. A week later she was approached by another sympathetic feeder, Daniel. "Unfortunately, I won't be able to see him again," she thought sadly. "Richard is coming back the day after tomorrow and I'm probably in for a spanking and definitely a hard diet. I've fattened up sixty pounds in six months, he's going to shit himself." She opened the email message with a chubby hand: "Adele, they've extended my stay, I'm not coming back for another six months. Richard." A stone fell from Adele's heart. "Ugh, I might be able to lose some weight in six months," she thought. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her t-shirt was desperately small and her belly was pushing out from underneath it. Her thighs and ass jiggled gently with every movement. She liked herself. And so did her feeders. She loved her idle life of food and sex. "Or I'll see how much weight I gain in the next six months", she smiled to herself. "And it'll give Richard a stroke." She dialed Daniel's number, "Hey, it's Adele, would you be available on Sundays during the weekends? Fine. Then I'll be expecting you at 11:00. Buy lots of burgers and Coke." (this was a wholly machine translation from the Czech original over at baculky.info thru deepL, with about a dozen words fixed manually)

Hello! New to the site and wanted to say hi and share some pics of my late night snack! Always have been into foods and eating but was mostly thin because 6'1. I was made to feel self conscious about all the food I ate and it wasn't until I met my current feeder/boyfriend that I felt comfortable enough to freely stuff my face. Curvy girls with big appetites is definitely my now feeders type and he slowly introduced me to stuffing (mostly playing on my hidden gluttony), and giving me what must have been my first belly rub on a full stomach as an adult. It felt amazing and frankly that's when I started to get hooked on the feeling of a full belly. I started at around 175lbs and quickly got up to 200lbs where I stayed for a while. 2020, an eager gut, and an enthusiastic feeder helped me to reach my peak weight to date at about 235lbs. I was a bit hesitant at first but ballooned before I knew it. I really enjoyed being super round and having a soft body. My belly also became extremely sensitive and fun to play with! Unfortunately I caught the rona a few months back and dropped 30 lbs I'm on a mission to gain again and see how big I can get. I love having a stuffed belly and the idea that all of the tasty treats will go straight to my butt makes me never want to stop eating! It kind of started out as a joke with my bf, and I convinced myself I'd slow down after dropping some weight, but after my first mentos and coke bloat a few weeks ago I'm hooked on stuffing and gaining and decided to check out this cool community! I'll probably post more stuff later but also I'm kinda shy xP Black and white pic is about where I started when I met my feeder I was probably a bit heavier than that. It's hard to find old pics! Hello Curvage!