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yeah im fat but like what if i got fatter

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I’m so amazed at this angle… and can’t even tell I’m actually wearing anything 🫣

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overfed tubby gf

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As much as I’m a winter person and I live for the cold… I’m looking forward to days to be in the water again!

Beach day

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Work shirt is struggling today

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After dropping down from 305 down to 288ish, finally getting those numbers back up slowly since the first week in February. It’s honestly been a bit of a struggle. The end of January I got extremely sick with a virus and because of stomach issues from when I was younger, it was even worse on me. I’ve been struggling a lot finding the urge to want to eat or even think about food. Slowly but surely making my way back but trying to take it easy…

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Heavyset Househusband

Mark shut the water off and let out a satisfied sigh, taking in that brief beautiful moment of silence after the white noise of a shower, water dripping off his heavy form, clinging to his chest hair, droplets falling from the curve of his belly and hips.  His figure hadn’t always been like this, 18 months ago when he met Claire at the gym he was certainly a little soft around the edges but he’d have described himself as “burly” not the word “heavy” which is what came to mind catching his reflection in the partially fogged bathroom mirror. 

She was a woman who went after what she wanted. He was someone who had always struggled with his size and harbored secret fantasies of giving in to his hedonistic tendencies. “That’s ok. I like bigger guys.. really. As long as they do as they’re told” she’d said with a mischievous grin on one of their early dates after touching on the subject. Soon they were embarking upon all sorts of fun power and food play, and within a year he’d moved in to her quite nice apartment, and she’d set about turning him into her voluptuous househusband.

Back in the shower - right as he reached for his towel there was a quick single knock on the door before Claire entered, her eyes bright with excitement, still in her pajamas but with a mostly done face of makeup, ready for another day in the high powered corporate world. “Hey handsome…” she smirked as he toweled off, the softer parts of his form jiggling slightly and drawing her eye. “It’s Monday you know… time for the weekly weigh in.” She said, looking over at the scale prominently placed in a corner of the large bathroom.  A hot wave of excitement tinged with pride, shame, and arousal went through Mark’s gut. Of course how could I forget he thought to himself. It would be a good one too, it had been a big weekend. They’d gone to a brewery on Saturday with some friends and run up quite the tab. Claire had one light beer, he had…. well enough that she had to drive home, along with wings, loaded fries, fried pickles, really so many delicious things coated in grease. She kept ordering, he kept eating without realizing while chatting with their friends. Then Sunday morning had been the breakfast buffet brunch downtown. Again Claire had brought plate after plate of links, fried potatoes, eggs, so much heavy goodness, all of which disappeared between his lips.

Snapping out of his reverie thinking about the indulgences of the weekend “Of course!” he said with a nervous smile, finishing up with the towel and stepping towards the scale. In the early days of embracing this aspect of their relationship she’d weighed him almost daily. Now they’d scaled it back to once a week to really emphasize the change and have a little fun with the anticipation. She always went first, stepping onto the scale in her PJs they both glanced down at the display. 117.4 lbs “Pretty normal eh?” she said, smiling. Claire took care of herself, both watching her diet and hitting the gym 3-5 times a week, at 5’5” her figure was lean and toned, soft in the key areas but firm everywhere else. He couldn’t get enough of her, and even though he was the polar opposite, she couldn’t get enough of him either.

She stepped off the scale, his turn. “What do you think miss? What was I last week again?” “287.6” she replied without missing a beat.  He grinned at her and stepped forward. The numbers on the scale flashing for a moment before settling on… “292.4” she said, eyes bright with excitement. “That’s… jesus Mark that’s almost five pounds” He smiled back cockily, patting his belly. “And that’s empty too I haven’t had anything this morning yet.” His words sent a shudder through her. He continued running his hands over his belly. “You fed me so well this weekend miss, do you think it shows?” “Oh it shows Mark.” She grinned. “Bedroom. Now. Be a good boy.” He chuckled and nodded, heading out into their luxury apartment fully naked, muscular shoulders swaying, love handles wobbling, cock growing thick and heavy at the thought of how wild he was driving her. He entered the bedroom and flopped down on his back. She walked in quickly right behind him, peeling off her pajamas to reveal her lithe feminine form, sculpted hints of abdominal muscles, surprisingly full breasts on her petite frame, wide but toned hips. He watched as she crossed to their bedroom snack cabinet and grabbed a Tupperware of the brownies he’d baked on Friday, opening them then setting them next to him on the bed, then climbing up straddling his legs.  

“You’re gonna make me late for work mister” she said teasingly. “You’re going to make me three hundred pounds” he quickly replied, She giggled and shuddered at his words, rocking her hips forward against his now rock hard cock, sandwiched between her lean lower abdomen and the soft folds of his belly. “You like it don’t you.” She whispered, leaning forward and kissing the curves of his fatty breasts, working her way up to his neck, draped over his gut now. “Mhm… I love being your big boy miss Claire” he sighed. She moaned again against his neck. “I need you before I go to work” she said more urgently, sitting up a little, grabbing a brownie from the open container and bringing it to his lips. As he took it from her fingers and began chewing she reached down, lining him up with her entrance and sinking onto him. A moan of hedonistic pleasure escaped his throat, the sensation of sinking into her mixed with the rich fatty chocolate flavors making his head spin. “Mmmm fuck” He moaned, tipping his head back after finishing the brownie. 

She set to riding him, slow but purposeful strokes, with him laying back on the bed attempting to lift his heavy midsection to meet her. “292.4” he said with pride, grinning up at her, fully aware of the effect his statement could have. She gasped. “I’m gonna make you 350 big guy” She replied. “God I can’t wait” he whispered in return. She kept fucking him for a minute or two, both their breathing getting more passionate, leaning down and kissing him. But then he shifted his bulk, pushing her off of him and over to the side before rolling on top of her. “I want to pin you down and finish inside of you” he gasped, pushing into her again and thrusting as deep as he could, his heavy belly now pinning her against the bed delightfully. Her head spun at the sensations. “Yes!”  she gasped. “I’m gonna send you to work with me leaking out of you.” He grunted. “And then I’m gonna laze around here snacking all day.” “Mmm good boy!” Claire gasped, both their orgasms approaching fast.

His heavy body shuddered over hers, jiggling as he came into her, the sensations pushing her closer to the edge. She reached down and made quick work with her fingertips, triggering her own climax underneath him. Both of them panting heavily, although him much more than her…

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The jeans struggle… also… belly shelf skills improving up to a full cup of hot chocolate now!

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Been sick and lost 15lbs but still quite round

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Fat office girl vibes ✨️💕

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Wobbly wobbly

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Time to stuff the piggy🐷🤰🏻🤤

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What stage is this? Round and sexy I know! 🥵 🐷

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Someone’s been staying nice and full this winter 🫢🫣

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i wore this 4X t shirt grocery shopping today without realizing it wouldn't stay down over my belly 😫 uniquely embarrassing and exhilarating for people to watch you fill your cart with cake and ice cream while constantly re-adjusting your already relatively enormous shirt, trying to contain all the excess flab you've actively packed on, while knowingly & visibly trying to add to it 🤭😳

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