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Six months on Curvage and Riley is BLOWING UP! She can't believe she started this gaining journey with you only a few months ago and yet she's bigger in every way. She measures the parts of her body that are just expanding and growing, comparing them to measurments she took as an avid gym goer a few years ago and to her weight and measurements 6 months ago. Want to see how many pounds and inches she's packed on, stuffing her beautiful, fat face for you these past few months? There's no going back and she can't wait to keep hitting new milestones! She's exploded and wants to keep going!! ** No spoilers in the comments please, but congratulate and praise her gains in your Review! 😉 **$6.99
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It's been awhile since I've done a weigh-in and measurements video, and with how fat I'm feeling and how many new stretch marks I have, I figure I'm due. Watch as I measure my arms, belly, butt, boobs, and thighs both sitting and standing. I surprise myself with how much I've grown! I compare the measurements to the ones I took in October of 2023. Then, it's time to weigh myself. Im pretty happy with my progress thus far. I really feel as if my body is on its last leg in terms of me getting fat... I think we're on the cusp of a real growth spurt. I talk about my future goals and I talk about how much fatter I feel. It's so exciting to know that I will be so much fatter in a matter of months. It's so sexy knowing I'm going to keep ruining myself and blimping up.$12.99
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24 MINUTES- Video montage- Huge weight gain progression In this 24 minute montage video, enjoy an epic look back at the massive weight gain of CurvyGothGF in her time as a feedee. This super hot clip is packed with a TON of clips from some of CGGF's hottest videos, all put together into one incredible transformation progression for your pleasure. Watch CGGF's start as a chubby goth feedee and follow her journey into a full-blown fat goddess who can't stop growing. If you're a fan of CGGF's content, this is the perfect way to look back at her gaining journey and fully appreciate how much sexy fat she added to her curvy figure. Warning- you might not last until the end$12.99
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As an Ultra-sized gainer on the verge of immobility with a million health struggles, I would be bedbound if not for the staff at my Assisted Living Facility who help me with everything now that I am too morbidly obese to care for my own needs. They assist me with everything large & small such as bathing, getting out of bed and onto my scooter, scheduling my medications and even end of life planning as I continue to grow, even at my enormous size.$13.99
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Hey fellow travelers, I come to you today with a tale of gravity, struggle, and an insatiable love for life’s most indulgent pleasures. I tried to combine a story out of my life from a couple days ago with an kind of artsy, highbrow writing style. I'd be happy to hear some feedback! So buckle up, because this journey isn’t for the faint of heart—or the light of step. The Scale of My Odyssey Picture this: a parking lot, bathed in the harsh fluorescent glow of morning. For most, it’s a mere pit stop on the way to the doctor, a brief interlude between car and clinic. But for me, it’s a battleground—a proving ground where my body wages war against itself. The Epic Waddle As I step out of my car, the asphalt groans under my weight. My clothes cling to me like a second skin, their seams straining against the gravitational pull. The distance to the doctor's entrance—what should be a casual stroll—is now an epic odyssey. Each step feels like lifting a mountain, and my waddle is a slow-motion dance of defiance. Judgmental Stares and Invisible Hurdles The stares from passersby are arrows, piercing my resolve. Their eyes trace the curves of my existence, measuring me against a world that wasn’t designed for my dimensions. I’m not just battling my own flesh; I’m pushing against a society that whispers, “Why don’t you just eat less?” as if it were that simple. Gasping for Breath, Heart Pounding By the time I reach the doctor's door, my breath comes in ragged gasps. My heart pounds like a war drum, echoing the rhythm of my struggle. I collapse into a waiting room chair, beads of sweat forming constellations on my forehead. The stark reality hits me: this isn’t just about physical exertion; it’s about survival. The Fear of Immobility I fear immobility—the day when my body rebels entirely, refusing to carry me any further. When even the shortest journey becomes an insurmountable peak. But here’s the paradox: despite the weight, the strain, and the judgment, I refuse to give up my love affair with food. The Battle into the doctor's office As I sit in the waiting room, trying to catch my breath and compose myself, a nurse calls my name. "Ms. ...?" she says, her voice tinged with concern. I hoist myself up from the chair, my joints creaking in protest, and follow her down the narrow hallway to the doctor's room. Entering the room feels like crossing a threshold into a realm of judgment and scrutiny. My doctor sits behind a desk cluttered with files, her expression a mix of worry and thinly veiled disgust. She gestures for me to take a seat, her eyes flickering over my bulging frame. I lower myself into the chair with a grunt, the plastic groaning beneath me. It's a struggle to find a comfortable position, to ease the strain on my protesting muscles and bones. The doctor clears her throat, her gaze fixed on the chart in front of her. "Mia," she begins, her voice heavy with disapproval. "I think we need to talk about your weight." I nod, my stomach churning with a mix of shame and defiance. This conversation is nothing new, a broken record of admonishments and empty promises. Confrontation at the Scale As I attempt to undress myself per the doctor's instructions, beads of sweat dot my forehead, and my breath comes in short, labored bursts. Every movement is a monumental task, each article of clothing a battle won against my own body. The fabric sticks to my skin, refusing to yield easily. With trembling hands, I struggle to remove my shirt, the material stretched taut over my bulging form. Each button feels like a weightlifting exercise, and by the time I manage to free myself, I'm panting as if I've just run a marathon. Next comes my pants—a Herculean effort that leaves me gasping for air. I fight against the resistance of fabric and flesh, the struggle magnified by the relentless pull of gravity. Finally, with a grunt of exertion, I manage to peel them off, revealing the full extent of my burden to the unforgiving gaze of the doctor. With a deep breath, I step onto the scale, the metal groaning beneath my weight. The doctor adjusts the settings, recalibrating the scale in a desperate attempt to accommodate my size. But even her efforts prove futile. After a few tense moments, she looks up at me, her expression a mix of shock and concern. "I'm sorry, Mia," she says, her voice barely above a whisper. "You're too heavy for the scale." Her words hang in the air like a heavy shroud, suffocating me with their implications. I've surpassed the limits of measurement, exceeded the bounds of what this world is capable of quantifying. After the doctor's revelation about the scale's limit (220 kgs / 485 lbs) and her grave concerns about my health, I sit there, feeling the weight of her words pressing down on me like a physical force. It's not news to me that I'm overweight, but hearing it from a medical professional, seeing the worry etched on her face, makes it all too real. As the doctor continues to outline the risks of my extreme weight, listing off a litany of potential health problems—heart disease, worsening diabetes, ** issues—I feel a slight wave of fear wash over me. Leaving the office, I carry the weight of my diagnosis like a heavy burden on my shoulders. Each step feels labored, my breath coming in ragged gasps as I huff and puff my way down the corridor. I can't shake the feeling of dread that settles in the pit of my stomach, nor can I ignore the physical strain of my body as it rebels against the simplest of movements. The weight of my own flesh feels like an anchor, dragging me down with every step. As I finally emerge into the harsh light of day, I pause for a moment, leaning heavily against the wall as I try to catch my breath. It's a futile effort, my chest heaving with the exertion of the short journey from the doctor's office to the outside world. Seeking Comfort in Familiar Pleasures As I finally drag myself back to my car, every step feels like an eternity. My muscles ache, protesting with each movement, and the weight of my body pulls me down like a lead anchor. Leaning heavily against the car door, I let out a heavy sigh, the exhaustion settling deep into my bones. With trembling hands, I fumble for my keys, struggling to find the energy to even lift them. It takes a few tries, but eventually, I manage to unlock the door and collapse into the driver's seat. The car groans in protest as I settle into it, the suspension sagging under my weight. For a moment, I simply sit there, catching my breath and trying to muster the strength to continue. The thought of driving home is daunting, but there's something else pulling at me—a craving that refuses to be ignored. With a sense of resignation, I start up the car, the engine roaring to life beneath me. It feels tighter than usual, the space constricting around me like a vise. But I push aside the discomfort, focusing instead on the promise of comfort waiting just down the road. Without hesitation, I steer the car towards the nearest McDonald's Drive-In, the golden arches beckoning like a beacon of solace in the distance. It's a familiar ritual—a reward for surviving another day in a body that feels more like a prison than a vessel. Pulling into the parking lot, I can already feel the anticipation building inside me. The smell of greasy fries and juicy burgers hangs heavy in the air, tantalizing my senses and igniting a hunger that borders on desperation. With a mixture of excitement and shame, I place my order at the drive-thru, my voice cracking with anticipation. The thought of sinking my teeth into that familiar comfort brings a surge of adrenaline, momentarily drowning out the nagging voice of reason in the back of my mind. As I wait for my food, I can hardly contain myself, my hands trembling with anticipation. And when the greasy brown bag is finally placed in my outstretched hands, I feel a rush of euphoria wash over me—a temporary reprieve from the weight of my reality. Without hesitation, I tear into the bag, devouring its contents with reckless abandon. Each bite is a symphony of flavors, a fleeting moment of bliss in a sea of chaos. And as I sit there in the parking lot, surrounded by the remnants of my indulgence, I feel a sense of satisfaction wash over me—a brief respite from the never-ending struggle of existence. Struggling Homeward: A Battle Against Gravity and Exhaustion As I drive through the McDonald's Drive-In for a second time, the allure of comfort food pulls me back in. Despite the nagging voice in my head warning against further indulgence, I can't resist the siren song of greasy fries and juicy burgers. With a mix of guilt and anticipation, I place another order, my cravings outweighing any sense of restraint. As I wait for my food, the minutes feel like an eternity. Each passing second amplifies the hunger gnawing at my insides, driving me to the brink of desperation. And when the attendant finally hands over the second batch of greasy goodness, I feel a rush of happiness hormones wash over me. With the scent of fast food filling the car, I speed towards my sanctuary, eager to find solace within the familiar confines of my own four walls. But as I pull into the driveway and the comforting glow of home beckons me closer, I'm hit with a wave of apprehension. The simple act of exiting the car feels like a Herculean task, my muscles protesting with each movement. The weight of my body presses down on me like a heavy burden, making even the smallest of actions feel monumental. But with a determined grunt, I manage to extricate myself from the driver's seat, my limbs trembling with exertion. The journey from the car to the front door is a struggle of epic proportions. Each step feels like lifting a mountain, my breath coming in ragged gasps as I fight against the relentless pull of gravity. And when I finally reach the threshold of my house, I collapse against the doorframe, my strength spent and my body screaming in protest. With trembling hands, I fumble for my keys, struggling to find the energy to unlock the door. It takes several attempts, but eventually, the lock clicks open, and I stumble inside, grateful for the sanctuary of my own home. But even here, amidst the familiar comforts of my living room, I can't escape the weight of my reality. As I sink into the plush cushions of the couch, exhaustion washes over me like a tidal wave, leaving me drained and defeated. The simple act of sitting feels like an accomplishment, my muscles trembling with the effort of supporting my weight. Comfort in Consumption: Finding Solace Amidst Exhaustion As I sit there, tired and exhausted, the remnants of my McDonald's feast spread out before me, I can't help but feel a sense of relief wash over me. Despite the physical strain of the day's events, the familiar taste of greasy fries and juicy burgers brings a moment of happiness. With each bite, I feel the weight of my worries lift ever so slightly, replaced by a warm sensation of contentment. The flavors dance on my tongue, a welcome distraction from the chaos swirling around me. As I devour the remaining fast food, I allow myself to revel in the simple pleasure of indulgence. The guilt that had plagued me earlier fades into the background, drowned out by the comforting familiarity of comfort food. Yet for now, in this small corner of my living room, surrounded by the remnants of my indulgence, I allow myself to bask in the warmth of fleeting happiness. Tomorrow may bring new struggles, new challenges to overcome, but for now, in this moment, I am content. A Heavy Heart, a Hungry Soul So, my fellow travelers, let’s raise our forks to defiance. Let’s savor every bite, knowing that our love for food is both our burden and our salvation. We may waddle through life, but our taste buds soar among the stars. And as long as there’s a recipe to try, a flavor to explore, we’ll keep defying gravity—one delicious bite at a time. Stay hungry, stay heavy, and may your culinary constellations guide you. Mia
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Bloated Nicole has one more round of fast food!
Nicole Passat posted a gallery image in Curvage Models
From the album: Nicole Passat's Sexy Album
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From the album: Nicole Passat's Sexy Album
© Nicole Passat
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Bloated Nicole has one more round of fast food!
Nicole Passat posted a gallery image in Curvage Models
From the album: Nicole Passat's Sexy Album
© Nicole Passat
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Bloated Nicole has one more round of fast food!
Nicole Passat posted a gallery image in Curvage Models
From the album: Nicole Passat's Sexy Album
© Nicole Passat
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Bloated Nicole has one more round of fast food!
Nicole Passat posted a gallery image in Curvage Models
From the album: Nicole Passat's Sexy Album
© Nicole Passat
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Bloated Nicole has one more round of fast food!
Nicole Passat posted a gallery image in Curvage Models
From the album: Nicole Passat's Sexy Album
© Nicole Passat
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From the album: Nicole Passat's Sexy Album
© Nicole Passat
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Bloated Nicole has one more round of fast food!
Nicole Passat posted a gallery image in Curvage Models
From the album: Nicole Passat's Sexy Album
© Nicole Passat
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Bloated Nicole has one more round of fast food!
Nicole Passat posted a gallery image in Curvage Models
From the album: Nicole Passat's Sexy Album
© Nicole Passat
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Bloated Nicole has one more round of fast food!
Nicole Passat posted a gallery image in Curvage Models
From the album: Nicole Passat's Sexy Album
© Nicole Passat
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Bloated Nicole has one more round of fast food!
Nicole Passat posted a gallery image in Curvage Models
From the album: Nicole Passat's Sexy Album
© Nicole Passat
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Bloated Nicole has one more round of fast food!
Nicole Passat posted a gallery image in Curvage Models
From the album: Nicole Passat's Sexy Album
© Nicole Passat
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Bloated Nicole has one more round of fast food!
Nicole Passat posted a gallery image in Curvage Models
From the album: Nicole Passat's Sexy Album
© Nicole Passat
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Bloated Nicole has one more round of fast food!
Nicole Passat posted a gallery image in Curvage Models
From the album: Nicole Passat's Sexy Album
© Nicole Passat
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Bloated Nicole has one more round of fast food!
Nicole Passat posted a gallery image in Curvage Models
From the album: Nicole Passat's Sexy Album
© Nicole Passat