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Lindas fudge cake from the Cheesecake Factory 🤤

Full video on my YouTube @blondieetv

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The New Contenders for The World Championship Tag Team Title

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The New Contenders for The World Championship Tag Team Title

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Oof, missing the belly kisses and squeezes extra hard right now 😭

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Handsome BigBootyBeautyXXL  in motion

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Potrzeba potężnych maszyn, żeby móc przetransportować takie soczyste krągłości 💪

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soft asks to get to know people

what song makes you feel better?

what’s your feel-good movie?

what’s your favorite candle scent?

what flower would you like to be given?

who do you feel most you around?

say three nice things about yourself (three physical and three non-physical).

what color brings you peace?

tag someone (or multiple people) who make you feel good. 

what calms you down?

what’s something you’re excited for?

what’s your ideal date?

how are you?

what’s your comfort food?

favorite feel-good show?

for every emoji you get, tag someone and describe them in one word.

compliment the person who sent you this number.

fairy lights or LED lights?

do you still love stuffed animals?

most important thing in your life?

what do you want most in the world right now?

if you could tell your past self one thing, what would it be?

what would you say to your future self?

favorite piece of clothing?

what’s something you do to de-stress?

what’s the best personal gift someone could give you (playlist, homemade card, etc.)

what movie would you want to live in?

which character would you want to be?

hugs or hand-holding?

morning, afternoon or night?

what reminds you of home (doesn’t have to mean house… just things that remind you of the feeling of home)?

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Food to help you guys gain weight

Have fun gaining!!

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With your encouragement, I’ve grown into a greedy, hopelessly obese pig. Just look at this big, blubbery belly you’ve helped create. Hoisting it up and then letting it drop onto the table creates a slap that echoes like a warning: this slab of pure lard isn’t done expanding. It's soft, heavy, obscene, and ever thickening. There's no going back now. You've fed and conditioned me to be your swollen, submissive sow. I know you'll only keep pushing me further, watching as I grow more out of shape, useless, and heavy.

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Please. Please, I’m begging you—don’t make me wait. My udders feel so empty, so soft, so wrong without the pump on them. I need it. I ache for it. I can’t stand going more than a little while without feeling that suction—your reminder that I’m not a girl anymore. I’m your cow. And cows don’t get to choose when they’re milked.

You do. You decide when I grow.

Every pump session is a blessing. Every click of the machine, every pull, every moan that escapes me when the pressure builds—it’s proof. Proof that I’m yours. That I’m meant to be hooked up, used, milked, and filled again. I want to be helpless to it. I want to be so swollen, so full, so dumb with need that I can’t think of anything but being milked for you.

Please—don’t let me stay this small.

I want my udders to be huge. Obscene. Too heavy to ignore. I want to feel them slosh when I move. I want strangers to stare. I want you to look at me and know that every inch of growth is because I’ve submitted. Because I begged. Because I was desperate to be your needy little cow.

Eight times a day isn’t enough. Ten times isn’t even close. I need to be pumped constantly. Wake me up to milk me. Restrain me if I fight it. Remind me what I am. Cows don’t get choices. Cows get milked.

Make me feel it. Make me cry from the fullness. Make me leak through my shirt in public. Make me kneel and thank you for every drop you take from me. My udders exist for you. For your pleasure. For your control. For your use.

Please, please don’t stop. Let me be your cow.

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The truck’s down, the day’s shot, but honestly, I don’t mind one bit. I’ve got you seated in front of me, belly full and round from the buffet we just gorged our way through. I know you want more—need more—so I’m going to hand-feed you cookies one after the other, like the spoiled, growing boy you are. My fingers linger on your lips before trailing down to that soft, heavy middle, rubbing slow circles over your stretched, bloated gut while you groan. This is the part I love most—watching you swell with every bite, knowing you're mine to fatten, pamper, and tease until there’s nothing left of the old you, and you've completely transformed into a slow, heavy, lard-engulfed hog with an insatiable appetite.

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This weekend is all about indulgence, excess, and feeding you to absolute capacity. From Friday night to Sunday night, I’m going to make sure you’re never empty, never wanting—just stuffed beyond reason, your belly taut and heavy, your body growing softer, rounder, more impossibly huge with every greedy bite. I want to see you truly let go, surrender to your gluttony, eating without restraint until you’re too full to move, too massive to do anything but moan pitifully for my attention. You were meant to be enormous, to be my cartoonishly fat, overfed prize, so swollen and round that rolling you from room to room becomes easier than watching you struggle to walk. And you love it, don’t you? The feeling of being impossibly vast, utterly dominated by your own appetite, every inch of you expanding under my watchful gaze. This weekend, we push your limits—and then we break them.