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The doorframe groaned slightly as she leaned against it, turning to show what she oh-so-enthusiastically called her best side. “Oh honneeeeeeey,” she cooed to her boyfriend. “How do I look today?” She wiggled, for emphasis, not that she had much space to. Her soft body shook menacingly with every little undulation as he stared up, up past the swell and curve of her ass and past her swollen breasts and her broad shoulders to her face.

“You look amazing,” he said, after a hard swallow. She looked mildly pleased, but clearly expectant. The words started to fall out of him in a tumble. “You look fertile, and strong. You look powerful, but soft and matronly.” His head got light, and the words he was reciting seemed to be like a prayer. “You look like a goddess, ready to be worshipped. And I do. I worship your breasts and I worship your lips, I worship your strength that keeps me safe–”

“Ooooooh,” she moaned slightly, bracing against the frame and arching her back. “Go on, honey, please.” She looked at him, her eyes half-lidded and lashes fluttering with a sultry rhythm. She put a little extra breath into her next words. “Don’t stop.”

“–I worship your feet and your legs and your thighs, I worship your hips that could crush me, your womanhood that swallows me, I worship your body out of love and lust and fear, and I, I…” He groaned, aloud, his breath becoming ragged. His head was swimming, everything around him seemed uncharacteristically big, especially her. She turned, leaning down to him, kissing him on the lips and putting a little pressure on the small of his back. He looked up to see her, notably taller as she nodded approvingly.

“Thank you, sweetie,” she said, stepping through the door. The frame was splintered slightly where she’d braced against it.

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She looked down at her girlfriend. Mildly bruised, utterly exhausted, smile on her face, sweating, breathing hard.

She considered carefully the dutiful service she’d been providing for the last hour. She had nestled deep into those luscious cheeks, kneaded growth oil into every inch of her skin, given her thorough, searching kisses, teased every rounded swell and indented crevasse of her body and made her cum–she’d lost count after the third one. But every orgasm was making her bigger tonight, and it was one night only.

She looked down, considering how tired her little girlfriend was, how much she’d served her and pleased her already, and considered how just one of her thighs was thicker than her entire torso now, and her cheeks were weighty and immensely larger than her, each one probably equal to her whole mass. Lastly, she considered carefully how much her little girlfriend loved that, and spread her legs, straddling her. Lowering her massive cheeks into her girlfriend’s face, feeling that tiny thing arch and twist underneath her, she sighed blissfully. “One night only,” she repeated, gently rocking her mass back and forth against the tired, but happy little body beneath her. “Thank me later.”

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Theresa sank a hand in, gripping and squeezing greedily. She shook her hips ever-so-slightly, rewarding herself with a cascade of unceasing jiggles. She gave herself one sharp spank and then felt her eyes roll back, involuntarily, as sensation washed over her. “Nobody told me it felt this good,” she groaned, her skimpy little bodysuit straining as she swelled out just a touch further. “I mean, they said it was good, but like…” She sank her hand in again, her fingers squeezing soft, fat flesh. “…That kind of, nnnnnnnngh, undersells it.”

She rolled over onto her front, her hips quaking almost without her thinking about it now as she grew and swelled further and further. Her skirt rolled up to her hips, her panties a mostly-hidden afterthought now. She flexed her thighs together, feeling the slight gush of her pussy, on fire as the sensation continued to flow through her fattening ass. “Really good, really, really good,” she moaned, her panties snapping as she pushed her ass back. Trying to hold it still in the air, she found she couldn’t, her legs were quivering from pleasure and the unfamiliar weight, her body constantly shaking, causing the pleasure to extend and heighten, with no crescendo in sight. “Really…” She breathed out, and then came, her thighs suddenly wet, her body shaking and jiggling as she continued to grow.

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She cooed, spreading her legs outward, pressing her voluminous, swelling thighs down against the soft blanket. Behind her, her cheeks were billowing outwards and upwards, sensitive enough that just the air drifting across them as they grew was intoxicating, the much-more-tactile sensation of the tiny scrap of fabric flossing between them enough to make her bite her lip. She experimentally bounced, once, the motion enough to make her breath catch in her throat as she ground her overly-sensitive crotch into the bed.

It was far from done, however. Her heels, pressing into her cheeks, gradually sank deeper and deeper as her bottom-heavy form continued to expand. She placed a hand on her knee, steadying herself as the growth came in waves and crashes, her thong snapping under the onslaught. Her body swelled larger, and larger, her toes curling in pleasure as she made eye contact with herself in the mirror. Her jaw was slack from pleasure, she realized with a start that she’d been moaning so long and loud she’d run out of breath and she swallowed hard before the almost-primal moans forcefully resumed. She closed her eyes, letting the sheer sensation wash over her, willing herself not to look until she was done. As her swollen cheeks encroached on her toes, she knew when it was finished she would be a sight to behold.

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The leotard was one of the best decisions she’d ever made. Keeping her vast and still-swelling lower body clothed was an ordeal in the best of conditions. She’d shredded pants and snapped panties. Shorts had been overwhelmed and stretched to the point of uselessness. Skirts were a fading dream–she’d tried on what should have been floor length and found it pooled around her ankles in front and short enough to be indecent in back. Now, at least, she was technically decent–which was really the best kind of decent, as far as she was concerned.

Her ass was enormous, that much was obvious. But she still liked to say it out loud and watch the looks on people’s faces when they realized exactly how unabashed she was about her huge size. She liked to think it to herself, every time she got a glimpse of the massive pear looking back at her in the mirror. She took pictures of it at every opportunity, and put them together into little collages, or before-and-afters showing how she’d tripled her weight in six months. More than anything though, she liked to put in the time, massaging it with cremes and lotions, taking her supplements every day so that she could make it bigger. And bigger, and bigger. There had to be a stopping point eventually, and most people might have declared it sixty or seventy pounds ago. But while she was a lot of things, a wobbling, orgasmically gigantic pear, for one, she certainly wasn’t a quitter.

((Morph provided by the excellent PlumpBubbles, who appears to have vanished again. :c Nevermind! He’s back on DA, and you can find him here.))

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“Ridiculous,” she said out loud, adjusting her thigh-highs upward. Her pink panties, already cut to show off a generous amount of cheek, were being completely overloaded. She wiggled against them, feeling her weight rebound and shake, almost sloshing as her cheeks collided against the straining underwear. Her thighs strained, flexing with hidden muscle against her socks, which responded by rolling down slightly on one leg and tearing a touch on the other.

“Too small?” The photographer asked.

“Not small enough,” she responded, adjusting again, delicately. It was no fun if she just tore through something by hand–she had to really shred it. “I thought I’d have grown out of all this by now.” She bent over, placing her hands on the chair, which strained. “Maybe you can catch it happening, if you’re quick enough.” She smiled, a little, undulating her hips as she felt her shirt rolling up too. “I think I feel a growth spurt coming on.”

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"Which would you prefer?" the plump beauties ask. "Would you rather have these dumptruck asses each roll over you one at a time, or should we both sit on you together?" (unknown c.2023)

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I'm so tired of men saying that girls are confusing, we really aren't, we only want one thing... All a girl wants is for you to eat so much that your skin literally explodes trying to keep up with your appetite and you're left so permanently disfigured that even if you diet, and lose all the weight and get your whole life back on track, you'll always be left with a permanent reminder of just how desperate you were for her attention. She just wants to know that you won't be able to look in the mirror and not think of her... and how insatiably hungry she makes you.

All a girl wants is for you to get fatter...

And fatter

And fatter

And fatter

Until your whole world shrinks as your body expands into its comically flabby form, and your entire identity is consumed by her and her need for more of you, no matter the repercussions.

Anywayyy! Hope that helps solve the male loneliness epidemic or whateverrrr!

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The only way to describe you now is achingly huge with my baby. More often than not, this is how you spend most of your time as you continue to swell. Just a simple loose tee shirt and nothing more, everything else too tight and binding. Lying in our bed as your gravid belly grows heavier and more cumbersome. Ravaged by hormones you waste away the days moaning and panting as you played with your swollen and engorged clit. A huge glistening trail of your cum already soaking your inner thighs. You don’t even hear me walk in until you feel my large warm hands rubbing your belly. You smile awkwardly at me, almost embarrassed I found you like this. Again.

Pulling off your top, your huge breasts flop out. When your home you almost never wear a bra due to how irritating it is. How constricting even a sports bra feels on your chest which at this point which looks somewhat bloated, uncomfortably full from the pregnancy and breast milk. So tender you can’t help but wince a little as the full flesh claps against your globe of a belly. It might just be in your head but you can almost swear you hear milk slosh around inside of your breasts when you move. The pressure must be terrible. I can feel my erection straining against my pants.

As soon as you spread your legs wide for me I can smell your want. The deep musky scent that drives me wild and overpowers any rational thought I might have. I struggle with my belt, unable to get my pants off quick enough. As soon as my cock is free it twitches a little as I can feel my heartbeat and blood pumping through my entire body. I get between your softened and thicker thighs and latch on to one of your engorged breasts with my mouth. I hear you hiss a little in discomfort as I begin to drink from you, your warm milk filling my mouth and throat. I slowly thrust into your swollen sex and I feel your fat full lips part as I enter you. Your delicate tight walls greedily taking me in all the way to the hilt. Your huge belly pressed into mine as I marvel at how sopping wet you are for me.

Nearly nine months ago you whispered in my ear that you wanted me to make you heavy with my babies. And I intend to keep you that way.

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Walk to the car

We leave the restaurant after 3 hours of indulgence. Three types of appetizers, two full meals and a huge ice-cream bowl on top of all that. Honestly, I stopped counting your empty wine glasses after the fifth. I spoon-fed you the last few bites of dessert while you were whining about how stuffed you are, your rounded out belly pressing against the table. Your already fitted red dress was now holding on for dear life, I could almost hear the seams creaking. After I paid the enormous paycheck, you tried to get up, but failed miserably. With flustered cheeks and shallow breath you whispered "I can't, I feel so heavy". I put one my arm on your back and gently lifted you, holding your belly with my other hand. The moment you were on your feet I felt your belly shift down, hanging like you swallowed a stone. You groaned with discomfort holding your overstuffed middle. "I definitely overdid it today" you whisper "I'm nauseous". I grabbed your hand and guided you to the exit, but you could barely walk. "It's alright, I'm here" I say calmly once we were in the parking area of the restaurant. "It hurts" you say, slightly bending over. "More than usual?" I ask while rubbing your pulsing belly. You can only nod. "Poor baby, let's get you to the car". We walk just a few steps and you're already winded and we need to stop. "It's alright, we've got time" I assure you. Once we get to the car you sit down heavily on the passengers seat. You put the seatbelt under your belly to ease the discomfort at least a little. And that's when I notice that it bulges out more than it has ever before.

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fan art of jenny from daydays comic on da

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stuffed to the brim - 2.5 years apart

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Oh my god baby, are you already eating again? I swear this is the fifth full meal that you’ve had today. Didn’t you say that you were going to slow down with your gaining and try to diet? You just can’t help yourself can you. You never really had that much will power to begin with so I can’t say that Im surprised. It’s actually been such a treat watching you intentionally coat your body with countless layers of fat over the past couple months. I’ve never seen someone so motivated to constantly binge in my entire life. Did you really think that you’d ever be able to stop? If Im being perfectly honest I think your little weight gain experiment has completely gone off the rails. The only thing you seem to love more than being fat is the prospect of being even fatter. You cant even get off anymore unless you’re completely stuffed and having your huge, swollen belly played with. I just can’t believe how badly you’ve let yourself go in such a short amount of time. It’s so very impressive. Your massive, stretch mark ridden body is a testament to your greed and the way that you struggle to move under all of your excess fat is absolutely adorable. Just accept your fate, theres no use in struggling against your desires. Now open wide and show me how you got to this point in the first place.

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Pig

Oink oink fatty, that’s the noise you’ll start making soon isn’t it? Well with all that weight you’ve been putting on...

Do you even own any clothes that fit properly anymore? Look that shirt, strained over your larger than life pot belly, it’s a miracle it’s still holding on. And I haven’t seen you in anything but sweats or on the brink of collapse shorts in months! What is your blubber filled backside expanding to fast to be contained? Or maybe your jiggling thunder thighs the sizes pillows are the source of the issue...

Come on fatass, what are you doing to your body? You used to be the best track star our high school had ever seen, and now I see you whine and squeal like a true porker at the bottom of every staircase too daunted by the idea of climbing them you’d rather wait for a elevator you can peacefully stuff your face in with the donuts you smuggled in your bag.

And speaking of it, stuffing yourself is probably the most exercise you get in weeks isn’t that right? Or at least the way you breathe through your noise seems to indicate that, panting like you’ve run a marathon when in reality you’ve just finished your 7th slice of pizza...

So why don’t you oink, and squeal for me piggy, cause that’s all you seem to be good for nowadays...

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Heavy Lifting

It had taken her a whole 5 minutes just to get to her feet. She rocked back and forth, her gigantic body bouncing and shaking as she tried to move her vast weight. Her upper belly cascaded over her lower belly as she leant forwards, pooling into the space between her huge distended thighs. Her face reddened with the exertion, her breathing growing more laboured with each attempt. I could help her, but seeing just what her gluttony had done to her fitness made me stop and enjoy the sight of the struggle. Eventually she managed to lift all 650 lbs of herself into a standing position, and I watched her slowly and deliberately shuffle into the kitchen, gasping with each step. She was starving….