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So... lately I have been trying to work out a little, because I want to keep up with my working routine once lockdown is over... 🥤🍺 Of course, I ain't laying off sweets and fattening foods! I just want my belly to be in a great round shape while still being able to kick some ass... 😛 This is my new style of being curvy, I am now eating fat in greater quantities and drinking some supplements to keep my weight up! 🍔 (A larger and well-rounded butt is a plus) 🍑 Would you like to see my big belly jiggling all around and my whole body (including my boobs) bouncing around in slow-motion, then purchase now! 😍 Of course, leave a review if you enjoyed it. 😘 Jiggly Belly does Tae Bo (Slow-Mo!) But wait, there's more!: BONUS CONTENT: This clip comes with extra-exclusive sexy content, just leave a review and send me a private message with the subject "PRIZE CLAIM" and stating that you have reviewed this videoclip, so I can respond with an exclusive download link! ❤️ -------------------------------------------------------------------------------$7.99
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Em has got a whole selection of new outfits and lingerie to try on. She squeezes her growing body into each outfit, including a fish net body suit, showing how they each compliment her body shape. She dances sexily and even slow motions parts of the clip so you can watch her flab ripple with her movements.$8.99
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My ass is MASSIVE, seriously I can't believe how it grew at a much faster pace than the rest of my body... 🍑 Even though I wish my belly could have grown as much, I'm enjoying being this wide! 😍 This video starts with a short scene where I was having lunch right before deciding to make this clip, 🍲 Then I proceeded to sit on this stool that couldn't fit my wideness, I'm dripping down the sides... 🤭 Would you like to come closer? Don't be shy, it's not like it's going to suck you in, haha! 🤣 Hey, I'm in need of your help in order to maintain and further "enhance" this fat curvy body, 🐖 So leave a review and make this video stand out! ♥️$7.99
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Here is the first little bit of something I've been working on. When I write it's usually just for myself because I feel like I rush to the smut so I'm trying to do something a bit slower and more story driven. Please let me know if this sort of thing feels interesting to you. I know I posted about NovelAI recently so I want to make clear that this is *not* from that, this is just me. Chapter One Caoimhe came crashing into Sport MacPherson’s life like the ocean, whipped into a frenzy by a late spring storm, rising up to clobber the ever-loving shit out of a quaint million-dollar coastal colonial in a quiet beach town south of Boston, Mass. It was far, far too easy to confuse fear for lust, desperation for attraction as the Atlantic tries swallow your second-cousin’s favourite hideaway while he’s off brokering the sale of some South American oil field to a shadowy Milanese multinational. And then the bright light of day hits you like a too-low shelf in the well-stocked pantry and all the deck furniture is gone and that was basically the only thing you were asked to do; monitor the weather and put the deck furniture in the garage in case of a severe storm. Only the National Weather Service never clocked Tropical Shit-Storm Caoimhe O’Shaughnessy, even though Sport had been at sea so long that he should have felt her looming presence by the dull ache in his bum knee. And so here he was, two weeks hence, still dragging himself out of bed in the mornings to drink his first p.ot of coffee while squinting through the east-facing bay windows, his metaphysical foundations battered but intact while the very real, very physical problem of the bare-assed red cedar deck seemed to stretch out to infinity before him. There had been so much—so expensive—shit out there. What the fuck Caoimhe. Peter was gonna skin him alive if he didn’t find out what the hell she did with that furniture, or more accurately if he didn’t have it back on the deck before Peter returned at any time and with absolutely no warning, as he was wont to do. Once Sport had forced down enough coffee to have his skeleton vibrating and trying to crawl right out through his eyeballs, just the way he liked it, he headed back upstairs to get dressed in his current favourite costume. The New Englander. Navy Brooks Brothers blazer, blue oxford cloth button down from J. Press, tartan tie, LL Bean khakis, Bass Wenjuns. After all, when in Rome, do as the Romans did 50 years ago, right? Only his hair was too long, and he hadn’t shaved since whenever the last time he shaved was. Then he hopped on his junkyard-salvaged bicycle for the short trip to the train station. This deck-furniture situation really shouldn’t have been such a heavy burden, asset-recovery being one of his core competencies and all that. Still, even the threat of the profound shame all too easily conjured by his cousin’s withering gaze wasn’t quite enough to motivate him to apply his talents to this particular conundrum. Catching the scent of the deck set would mean catching her scent and he knew better than to go chasing girls like Caoimhe under these sorts of circumstances. Hic sunt dracones and so on and so forth. *** It had been a very slow summer for Sport, economically speaking. A new town will do that to a fella in his line of work, so far as Sport could be said to engage in something so pedestrian as work. Still, he’d managed to lock down some real premium office space which allowed him to indulge himself in quiet little fantasies of the road not taken. The Hayden Library at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology in Cambridge, Mass is located just north of the Charles River in MIT’s Building 14 which is of course sandwiched between the Mathematics Department in Building 2 and Building 50, home of the MIT radio station and also the Muddy Charles Pub which Sport wasn’t allowing himself to be interested in these days. Inside the Hayden are 8 small-group study rooms available for reservation by the eager young students of that most illustrious of institutions. Only since the beginning of May there were now just 7 small-group study rooms available for reservation and one which was permanently occupied by a glowering 35-year-old ne’er-do-well who everyone was pretty sure was smoking cigarettes behind that drop cloth he’d hung to cover the glass wall facing the library proper. Sport had worked out this sweet little arrangement with the Hayden Library administrator, one Carlos Gutierrez, as payment for services rendered in solving an unusually nasty problem plaguing Carlos’ sister Maria. Namely, a psycho ex-husband turned full on Patriot Front lunatic who needed to get gone permanently and immediately. Neither Carlos nor Maria had the liquid means for the requisite remuneration such inelegant solutions typically demanded. So, Carlos essentially owed Sport one in perpetuum. “Hey Sport, good morning, er – afternoon.” “Yeah Carlos, lovely day, sure,” said Sport distractedly looking over his shoulder to gaze out at the view of the empty courtyard afforded by the floor-to-ceiling window that comprised the back wall of his office. Should he hang a drop cloth there too? Or just finally get some real curtains? It would ruin the light, though. He reluctantly turned his attention back to Carlos. Carlos had such a friendly face, but he was wearing a safety-cone orange polo tucked into too-stiff blue jeans and the ensemble was really throwing off the whole vibe of the room. And what was he on about again? Smoking? They’d been through this. “So uh, you know, Sport, um, you really… you really can’t be smoking in here. The students uh, they’re complaining, or. Well, they’re not complaining, actually, right now, surprisingly, but um, I mean they’re going to start complaining and—” “Carlos,” Sport smiled warmly, “I told you. We’ve been over this. I’m not drinking right?” “Right, right yes. And that’s good, er, from what you’ve told me.” “Yes. It’s very good, Carlos. It’s grand. Fantastic. And you don’t want me to start drinking again, right?” “Well, no, no of course not—” “Ah. So then. We’re in agreement!” Sport beamed and extracted a Newport king from the soft pack on the desk, lighting it with a match. Carlos sighed deeply. “I can’t smoke outside Carlos. It’s a non-smoking campus,” Sport said matter-of-factly, leaning back and putting his feet up on the desk. After only a moment he felt like an asshole. “Look, Carlos. I’ll get back on the gum before the Fall semester. If I’m still here,” he added quickly seeing Carlos’ face fall momentarily. “Just cut me some slack for a minute. I’m really going through it at the moment Carlos.” Carlos nodded sombrely, “Caoimhe.” “The furniture Carlos! The patio furniture. I’m like, totally fucked on this furniture thing.” “Right. Right, sorry.” “Seventy-five grand! Even a rich prick like Pete knows seventy-five grand is a flat stupid amount to spend on deck chairs and shit. He doesn’t want it just like, poof, gone! And he’s not a prick either, really. I mean, he’s probably a spook or whatever but he’s always been there for me, really.” Sport had been harbouring this notion for about a decade now, that his cousin Peter was some kind of CIA-type nutjob. Or maybe just corporate espionage. There was something there. Scary guy. But nice. Carlos blinked. He wasn’t really good for these types of digressions. “Okay, Sport, well. Thanks. I’m uh. I’m gonna get back to work now but uh. Thanks. Yeah.” “Yeah, yeah, ok my friend. Toodles.” *** Some three hours later Sport had his hand over his eyes, desperately straining to remember the name of his Second-grade teacher’s aid when he heard his office door open. He parted his fingers slightly to see what looked to be quite the glamorous young woman awkwardly navigating the slit he’d cut in the drop cloth to accommodate the door. When she’d got her face through, he shot up out of his chair and nearly put his Newport out in his left eye. “Caoimhe?!” He half-shouted, half gasped. It seemed he’d forgotten how to work his lungs and his mouth in tandem. And what had he done with all his saliva? But no. She was gorgeous, sure. Stunning. Sexy. And the eyes were a dead-ringer. Huge and wild and disapproving. Changing colour at the precise moment when he’d settled on just what colour they were. But she was too short and too round. Well not too round of course. She was basically perfect, like she’d stepped right out of the best dream he’d ever had. Rounder than Caoimhe though, and short where Caoimhe was tall. And rounder. But he’d noticed that already, hadn’t he? Where Caoimhe was thick, extra, extra thick, all thighs and hips with a big round ass and bigger, rounder breasts, soft and quivering… this woman—her sister, surely—was something else entirely. Non-Newtonian. Pushing fat and pushing it hard. Everything about her just a little bit extra, a little bit rounder, softer, fuller, juicier. And she had a real belly on her. Rounding out, her red dress stretched tight across its plush expanse, the outline of her deep navel clearly visible. Sport realized that the outline of something else was certainly clearly visible at this point as well and quickly dropped back into his chair. Her perfectly sculpted eyebrows went up. “Sport MacPherson?” She was a bottle blonde too, but it was a different bottle. A more expensive bottle, Sport thought. It suited her better. “I thought you were supposed to be some type of smart guy.” He coughed. “Uh. Yeah. Yeah. That’s uh. Me. At your service.” He fished a kelly-green business card out of a drawer and pushed across the table towards her. “And yeah. Ha,” he laughed, “you’re uh, obviously, um. Sister?” She smiled at him with such condescension he thought he’d cum so hard he would die. “Very good MacPherson. Seána O’Shaughnessy.” “Seána, Seána. Fada on the a? Of course, sorry. Stupid. Um. Please. Have a seat. What can I do for you Ms. O’Shaughnessy?” She continued to regard him as one might an oddly cute rodent. She must have been sewn into that dress. Incredible. As she settled into the chair opposite him, Sport wondered—if he asked very, very nicely—if she would crush his head between her thighs until he passed away, happier than any man had ever been in all of human history. She and Caoimhe shared a face. The eyes of course, but the same slender nose as well, turned slightly upward. High cheekbones but with a slight softness to the cheeks and jawline. Her makeup was immaculate, a subtle enhancement of her natural charms. Deep red lipstick matched her dress. He long fingernails lacquered gold. She looked mean. Vicious. He thought Caoimhe had ruined his life, but this woman could truly annihilate him, shatter the bonds of Saṃsāra, render him unto the void, nothing and everything all at once. He began to sweat.
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Sensual Pasta Feeding 🤤 Here I am, patiently waiting for you to feed me a delicious home made pasta meal, especially for me! You've been so proud of my new weight gain and decided to reward me with a feeding session, because you know how much I adore them. You waste no time, feeding me bite after bite, I moan with pleasure as you play with my belly, really feeling all the added weight you've put on me, but I know you want me fatter, so ill keep eating for you... give me more.$8.99
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Watch me plop my fat self down heavily on my chair, tits and belly bouncing about wildly before I settle in and get right to feeling my pillowy fat growing body. I can’t wait to pull my belly out of my skirt and show you just how big I’m getting, and make sure you see multiple angles so you know exactly how wide I am. Let yourself be hypnotized by my huge soft rolls and bouncing belly in slow motion, you won’t miss a single ripple of fat in this one! (no sound on this clip thanks to slow motion)$4.20
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I caught her being a gluttonous piggy again! This time Sarah gets caught trying to sneak the ice cream I got for both of us! As punishment I make her finish it all herself and stuff her with some chocolate kisses. Then I make her show off her new rolls and cap it off with some slow-motion belly jiggles! This is our first experiment with editing! We love feedback so please let us know what you think!$5.99
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Slow Motion Jiggles 2.0 Now that I'm fatter, I figured it'd be hot to film another slow motion jiggle! In this clip you'll get to see me, wearing my tightest blue bikini as I shake, jiggle & wobble my fat around in slowmo! Enjoy multiple angles of mesmerising belly fat, jiggling for your pleasure 😘 I had a lot of fun filming this! Please leave me a review Xx$5.99
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wow.. what has happened to my body? 😅😬I definitely have been going through some significant changes lately, changes as in... my weight has been increasing and its really starting to show!! i guess some clothes are getting too small for me hehe i try to button up my summer shorts but my belly has got so big that its impossible! its getting very obvious that my pants cant contain my enormous belly anymore, my clothes are screaming for mercy these days! whenever i look in the mirror, my eyes are always immediately focused on my round, swollen belly, its been getting so big and heavy lately... constantly stretching my poor clothes to their limits... and this belly seems to have a mind of its own these days too! always swaying and jiggling with any slight movement i make..🤰😍 this video I'm mostly admiring how big I've been getting rubbing my huge belly in the mirror, turning myself on my feeling how soft and heavy it is, checking myself out lots of belly jiggling, video is in slow motion💖 I didn't realize that my mirror was dusty until i was editing i might need glasses lol$8.99
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How humiliating! We both got kicked off of our kickball team! Listen to us talk about how embarrassed we were when my husband was yelled at for being to slow and out of shape and I had my belly jiggled in front of everyone!😱😱 We then decide ITS TIME FOR A DIET! We eat cookies and talk about how we plan to eat healthier but that we should probably eat the rest of our snacks to clean out the house. Then we talk about how if were going to go on a diet, we might as well have one last big blow out and get all the snacks we want....from there things escalate. WARNING: This video contains humiliation, teasing, talk about weight loss/dieting and diet failure.$6.99
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Fat girl slowly butters her body and plays with her belly button!
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