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I drew other furs' characters!!!

I did Tin Crash for him. It's cute, neh?

This is Tinny's character Tatayana.

Dutch's Misty the Mouse. He didn't use her on his site. I guess he didn't like her.

Sergei!

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Brittany Diggers

Study the growth cycle of a Cheetah

I started Brittany out at weighing about three hundred pounds at 7 feet tall. This would make her a little overweight at 350 lbs. A slight belly and a rounding of the backside is about all that one would be able to see.

The next weight shows her at 420 lbs. She's a little chubbier, but not very big ... yet.

This is the first picture I drew as a sample of my creative talents. Brittany is 490 shapely pounds here. It's all uphill from here.

Brittany's favorite snack, according to her creator, is Chocolate chip cookies. This gave me a lot of fuel to add poundage to her werecheetah frame. I thought to myself, what would happen if this girl went on a serious cookie binge. The results added to her weight of 560 lbs?

One size does NOT fit all. Brittany, after several months of hard core bingeing has gained 80 pounds to grow to weigh 640 lbs. And this fiesty cheetah does not have any intentions of stopping. Before long...

Brittany has gained another 60 pounds to round her out at 700 ample pounds. And though she eats heathily too, those cookies are her downfall. By the time she makes a trip to Japan...

She's gained another 70 pounds. Though packed tightly, Brittany's kimono manages to contain her huge belly and other atributes. After a long, cold winter back in the states...

Brittany couldn't wait for summer to show of her shapely body. At 840 lbs, there was a lot of shapely body, and it was getting bigger still.

Bigger and bigger, though hundreds of pounds of Chips O'Joy cookies, until the upper end of three digits appear. 920 pounds, her heavy duty scale reads. And yet she has seriously begun to waddle, this not - so -little kitty indulges herself to the point below.

Brittany knows she's more than a thousand pounds, but is quite content with her fleshy frame.

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Bottledwater taking Brittany even further!

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Marin Soldec

Marin Soldec, an innkeeper's daughter and the next sacrifical virgin sent to appease a troll who has kept a town terrified for decades. Each spring, a virgin is drawn by lots to ask the dragon pet of the troll what crops to grow so the village will be prosperous. Once the question is asked, the dragon asks one of his own from the maiden: will you mate with me? All but two virgins had agreed to let the dragon mate with them, Marin and Marin's mother. The dragon who Marin's mother met was named Salim (Sahleem) and though they tried, he was too copulent for her mother and the troll proceeded to rape her. Even after the trollspawn was born, Marin's father wed her mother and Marin was born, but sealed her mother's fate. Marin, by agreeing to stay with the dragon, broke him free of the troll's bindings. Marin learns that the dragon was once a human man and as she spends time with him, she learns what a lovely person he is, but she's sure he would never want her because she's so big. Soldek thinks she's perfect for him because of his own incredible size.

Marin complains about the ceremonial gown the village elders make her wear to go and ask the question of the Dragon. Marin hates the stupid collection of leather strips sewn together and isn't afraid to make her distaste known.

Marin enters the dragon's lair, her fear vanquished as she hears the great beast speak. How can anyone who sounds so sad and frightened himself be evil, she muses. This picture is a good frontal view of Marin Soldec. She's extremely large on the bottom. If I were to weigh her 450 lbs, I'd want to be built like her.

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Geneva LeBroch

Here now. I know many of you don't believe in Voodoo and the like, but down here in Creole country, Voodoo is alive and well. I'm testiment to that. In fact, I'm the grand-daughter of a well known and respected Voodoo priestess. Now afore you go get any ideas, let me tell you that voodoo is best left to the professionals. Let me tell you a little about my background. My family, the LeBrochs, were one of the first settlers down here in New Orleans. A family who tried to rival us were the Devauxes. What came easily or naturally to the LeBrochs, the Devauxes had to struggle or steal. They were sore losers and were irrationally jealous of the LeBrochs. So it has been a rivally between our two families, even to this day. My rival is Irmingard Devaux. She's a toady little shew, with stringy black hair she ties back in a severe knot on her head. Her eyes are very tiny, so dark a brown that it appears she has no true eyes at all behind her thick glasses. Her build is rather odd as well. She has moderate sized breasts, a barrel-like torso and legs so tiny it's amazing they can support her. She's very homely, as are all of her ilk. Jealous, resentful and very seedy are the Devauxes. We have been at odds since we started preschool and even now, when we are both adults. Thus, you can imagine my surprise to find Irmingard standing on my doorstep with a beautifully elegant cake. She said she wanted to make amends and let our families' bygones be bygones. I was a little naive, I'll admit, but I took her gift in good faith. I asked her in, but she declined, claiming an appointment. Three hours after she left the cake with me, my willpower had left me and soon a slice of that delicious cake was nestled deep in my belly. Then the pain washed over me.

Cold sweat dripped from my face as the voodoo potion worked its way through the pit of my stomach and into my veins. Wave after wave of pain wracked my body and I could feel myself beginning to swell, like a living balloon, but instead of helium or oxygen, it was fat. My clothing was growing smaller and smaller as my body continued to engorge. Pound after pound of fat grew on my body and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

I can't even begin to discribe the pain of blowing up like a balloon, having your skin rip stretch marks as your body fills with fat. I could feel each pound weighing me down as my belly distended like a skien filling with wine. Within ten minutes, I'd grown more flesh than most would in a two or three years.

When the cursed potion stopped it's radical altering of my body, I was enormous. My thighs were as thick as tree trunks and my belly was broad and it quivered like gelatin. My hips were broad and my knees wouldn't touch for the fatness of my legs. In minues, I'd gone from 135 lbs to almost 500. It took me a bit of time to get used to my huge body. But strangely enough, I attracted more attention being so fat and I met a wonderful man who married me. As for Irmingard, she didn't read the cursed recipe throughly enough. It stated that if the person who was cursed finds happiness instead of dispair, the curse will rebound double on the caster. The curse hit Irmingard so fast that she got wedged in a narrow hallway at her home and the firemen had to come and cut her out. Her arms are so fat she can't lift them above her head without fear of suffocating herself, and her belly is so enormous that she can't walk more than a few meters at a time. She got her just desserts as did I. Touché.

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Cassandra Greenlee

How do you do? My name is Cassandra Greenlee, but you can call me Cassie. I've always been a little big for my age, but I've found out that as the years passed, I've gotten a little bigger and bigger for my age. Here, I was twelve. Yep, twelve. I was about 120 pounds then. You see, my mother, though she loved me dearly, wanted to make sure I didn't have the same thing happen to her when she was young. When she was thirteen, she was raped and soon discovered she was with child. Nearly fourteen, she gave birth to me. Though she tried to overfeed me when I was younger, it wasn't until I hit puberty that the weight started to show.

By the time I was fourteen, Mom had really begun to get me to eat. When I entered ninth grade, I weighed 250 pounds, well 230 actually. I gained primarily in my chest, belly and hips, so I was really packing myself into my clothes. I was teased some, but mostly I was popular because I was considered to be very pretty. I knew Mom was trying to get me fat, but I didn't mind. In fact, I was growing to enjoy myself getting bigger.

Sweet sixteen. I met a girl named Dava and we became best friends. She was 500 pounds at the same age and loved being so. I was only up to 349 at that time and found myself having difficulty getting over my plateau. Dava helped me breach the plateau. I'd go to school, then go to Dava's house afterward and she'd help me eat. Then I'd go home and eat all that Mom had made for me. Yes, it was going to be a good school year!

Cassie as drawn by the talented Xyxtlin.

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Selphie von Rechtenberg

Hi, everyone! I'd like to introduce myself. My name is, or was, Selphie Morris. It was in this picture. Shortly before this picture was taken, I met a man in Switzerland named Aldrich von Rechtenberg. We fell in love and we wanted to marry, but before we could, Aldrich made me promise to agree to take a serum. Why would I have to take this serum? Because of the Von Rechtenberg family curse, of course. Curse you say? How silly! Well, it's true. I was to be Aldrich's third wife. The other two died tragically on their wedding night by unrelated accidents because they weren't of sufficient obesity. Yes, you heard me right. It seems that one of Aldrich's ancestors bride to be spurned another suitor and he cursed the Von Rechtenbergs to only be wedded to "women of corpulence, like a fattened sow," was how he put it. And to this day, any bride not corpulent enough (a modern day size 18) would die a tragic death. So to allow their betrothed to fatten gracefully and easily, the Von Rechtenbergs created a serum which increased the number and size of the fat cels found in the body. I loved Aldrich very much, so I readily agreed to take the serum. Here I am at about 160 pounds. Not much to look at, but I'll be getting bigger.

After about a month from the first dosage of VRS* , I'd gained about 30 pounds. I'd gained in mostly my stomach and legs. Another dosage of the serum and I'd be ready to marry Aldrich. At 240 pounds, I'd be about a size 20 and more than big enough to avoid the curse.

But once I reached 240 pounds, I wasn't content. I'd found pleasure in watching myself grow into corpulence. No, pleasure wasn't the right word. It was like I'd found my true self the more my belly hung lower and the wider my hips became. Another dose of the serum guaranteed more fat. Another thing! The serum made my stripes fade. They're completely gone. Even my whites are gone. I'm completely one fur color, save for my hair. Also, in the next set of prints, you'll notice a reoccuring theme. I'll see if you can guess it.

And before long, I had topped 300 pounds. Even though my body was large, it still felt small to me and once more, I asked for dosage. This time, I took four times the normal dosage, and added to it my own gormandizing. By the time Aldrich and I were married ( four months later) I had risen to372 pounds. Still, this was not satisfying me. My clothes, tight and designed for someone other than me ((grin)) showed my growing body off, but I had to have even more body to show off. I ordered a bottle of Albert's Gormandizing Elixir. Boy, does that stuff work wonders!!

Our wedding day came and went without a hitch and I settled into a life of luxury and lounging at the Von Rechtenburg family castle. The staff found me a very kind mistress and they were happy to see my contentment to be a Von Rechtenburg wife. I would sit before a nice fire in the winter months, working on the cross-stich and embroidery I love so well when not writing my best-selling romance novels and the kitchen girls would keep me munching constantly. I knew they were only helping me. The Elixir relaxed my stomach muscles so I could stuff more than ever. Over the winter, my weight continued to climb so that by my birthday in April, I was nearing 495 pounds.  Not only was my belly drooping lower, it was getting wider and wider. My legs were getting more and more "baby fat" rolls too, and there was no getting away from my thighs touching. Now my knees were continually touching when I stood. As you can guess, the reoccuring theme is the cow-printed clothes I'm wearing. I have always loved the markings of a cow and often wished I'd been born a cow, but I'll have to surfice with being a fat cat. I've learned to cope ... by getting fatter and fatter and fatter.

One thing I couldn't resist, being a resident of Switzerland now, was the Swiss Chocolate. The maids and girls would go down to the stores for me and bring me back pound after pound of the delightful stuff. So while Aldrich had to go through Europe, the US and Canada, I proceeded to console my loneliness with chocolates of every make and flavour. My waistline was growing more steadily than ever. It wasn't long before I'd reached 648 pounds.

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Aida Johannes

Greetings. My name is Aida Johannes and this is my tale. I come from South Africa and have lived here all of my life. This is me at two hundred and thirty comfortable pounds at the age of eighteen. I had just graduated from high school and was getting ready to enter the university.

In the summer of my 19th year, I met a friend in the university and she, in turn introduced me to a group of people who called themselves "The Children of Dionysus." It was their goal in life to live well and grow into extreme corpulence. As I love to eat, it was natural for me to join the group. I was one of the smaller members, but I was given an award for the most weight gained within the year, seventy-two pounds. We wore togas and clothing that allowed for comfort. It was a satisfying group of which to belong. I was a weight of three hundred and two pounds.

I have been a member of the Children of Dionysus for two years now and my weight has climbed steadily to four hundred and twenty one pounds. I have risen to the rank of high priestess and it is I who guides the Feasts of the Gods and welcomes new members. Our clan has risen to forty-three members and our ranks are increasing. By day, I am a valued student teacher. By night, I am the priestess Aida. I've noticed a new member and his growth is nothing short of delightful. I would like to see him as my husband.

I have just turned twenty three. We number one hundred and five members. My weight is five hundred and one pounds. With Alain's help, I am attempting to stretch my stomach to house more food. I am disappointed with my lack of steady gain. I should be closer to six hundred pounds than I am. If I do not reach seven hundred pounds by my twenty fifth birthday, then I must step down as high priestess.

I am now twenty-four and my weight is six hundred and nine pounds. Alain has been instrumental at helping me grow larger than ever. With him at my side, I will remain high priestess for a long turn. His own growth is incredible. He is now over six hundred pounds himself and I do believe he will be a mammoth high priest himself. He gives the other men in the clan encouragement.

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Katarra Maiune

Being a cat burglar has its perks. Yessir. So does being a karmellian. You've heard the phrase, curiosity killed the cat? Well, in my case, it just surprised the hell outta me. See, as a karmellian, I can change my pelt, mane and hair colors at whim. This is me at my beautiful, birthborn colors.

And here I am in normal night colors. Hard to see and hard to detect because of the theives cloth that my outfit is made from. Well, shortly after this, I went to a museum and down into their uncatalogued works and there I found a gorgeous armlet that I took, among other things and so fascinated by it was I that I tried it on and after several hours, I realized it was not coming off. On my next heist is when I learned about the curse that was on the bangle.

I was walking along, quiet, when the police spotted me. I raised my hand to my mouth and laughed at them. Then it happened. My body suddenly blew up to four hundred pounds. I made my escape from the police because they were laughing at me. How embarrassing! And every time I poof, my poofed self gets fatter. So now I'm trying to find a cure to this curse. If I can't find one ... oi!

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Yung-Xu Fat

Greetings and salutations. My name is Fat Yung-Xu, or as westerners would say, Yung-Xu Fat. I came from China when I was seven with my mother and grandmother. My father had died in an accident when working on a building in Shanghai, so with our saved money, we came to America to become citizens. Grandmother opened a market and my mother and I, along with three cousins who had already come to America, ran a restaurant. We found that Americans like to eat well, so we began a buffet that brought in many customers. At the end of the night, we would eat the leftovers for our dinner. Mama would let me have the most, and I would earn money waiting on tables. Down the street from our restaurant was a place called Ice Cream Parlor. I visited there often., buying goods with the money I earn. With the ice cream and the leftovers at the restaurant, it did not take long for my young body to begin filling out. By the time I was thirteen, I was quite fat, about 200 pounds.

I did not worry about diet like American girls did. I ate what I wish and did not make any attempt to slow down. I like to eat and so my body shows. By the time I am sixteen, I have gained foot height and more weight to be 300 pounds. Some girl tease me but I say that girl are jealous of my pretty face and nice round body. I do not feel bad for getting fat. I am happy to have my body and family name match.

I still love to eat and by the time I enter my senior year of school, my weight is 375 pounds. I am getting so fat. I do not mind. I do like the fat. It's nice. See how tight my clothes have gotten. I am gapping at my shirt buttons. Off I go to school soon! I am excited. I am first in Fat family to go to college. Wish me luck!

I am graduated and going to college. I learn restaurant manage. Then I take care of restaruant and mama handle grandmother's shop as she is getting quite old. (My grandmother, not the shop) I have gotten some homesick and when I eat, it make me feel more at home, so I gain much weight here. By time I am going home, I am 450 pounds. I am quite big panda girl.

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Dava Neychev

Hiyas! I'm sure you know my brother Ethan, but I know you haven't met me yet so I'll introduce myself. My name is Davidian Neychev. Don't ask me why I'm named that, but all my friends call me Dava so go ahead and call me that too. Now, I'm a little different than Ethan, because I was fat, lost the weight and decided I hated being thin. If you look above, you'll see me at my slimmest weight since I was seven. I slimmed down to 175 pounds at the urging of a school councilor and once there, I was very disgusted. I didn't like being thin. I was thirteen and I decided that it was time for me to once again be the person I truly was. I look pretty ticked here, don't I? I don't like SKINNY!

So, over the course of the summer, I seriously began to pack on some poundage, much to Ethan's dismay. I reassured him that I knew who I was and that Skinny Dava wasn't it. By the time spring break came around, I'd fattened myself up to a nice, roly-poly 310 pounds. Pretty plush in anyone's standards, but not mine. This wasn't fat enough to make me happy. This picture was take at a camp that our school gang went to over the summer. Akia's been instrumental in getting these nice photographs. I can't thank her enough.

At school's end for the summer, I'd bulked up to 370 and was feeling better about myself. I wasn't meant to be thin and I knew it. My daytime was spent down at the ice cream store, the candy store and the other great places to broaden my horizons. It was funny. Ethan loves apples and so here I am, in an apple orchard, and I sat down and ate and ate and ate until I swore I'd never eat another apple. Akia counted the apples I ate ... thirty nine. Look at my belly! It's getting big.

Byt by the holidays, it was even bigger. I'd packed on quite a but at Thanksgiving, and t\at Christmas time, I sat my 420 pound frame down to dinner. On New Year's Day, I sat my 438 pound frame down to dinner. I love the holidays. ^.~ I wore the same outfit for comparison and Akia put me in the same orchard. Ooooo.... apples. Ooooof.

By my birthday in June, it was a double celebration. I was 16 years old and 500 pounds. I was feeling like myself again. This is who Dava Neychev really is and take her as she is because she makes no apologies for weighing 500 pounds. I really am not happy unless my belly is so big I waddle. Ethan's friends have been great and they helped me gain my weight. Akia, who is normally against feederism, helped my cause with her wonderful cooking. She knew that I was in control. I didn't need to be fatter. I didn't need the food. I didn't need to be told what to do. I simply desired it. She realized that I never claimed to need anything. That's proof in her book that I'm not out of control. Besides, I set a goal for myself. I refuse to gain more than 600 pounds. And not only did I get up to 500 for my birthday, I got a delightful 550 pound boyfriend named Ryan Larson, who is delightfully known as Hog because of his occasional spurts of pure insatiability. In those weeks when he can eat and eat and not be satisfied, he can easily gain 20 pounds in a week. Akia says when they met he was only 350 pounds. He'd look incredible at 800 or more pounds, but I'd never make him get any bigger. Not my style. Anyway, if I get bigger, I'll let you see. ((~_^)

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Gina Alouisa Solini

Hey. How ya doin? There've been no representatives of the beautiful City of New York, so I decided that I should fit the bill. My name is Regina Alouisa Solini, but you can call me Gina. When I was sixteen, I was a sleek 160 pounds and I had a pretty good time of bein' a thin girl. That was, until my mother and I had a bit of a falling out and I moved in with my sister, Rita. Her name is Margarita Scapelli, but we always called her Rita. She's really my half sister on my Dad's side, but we've always been close. She's a great cook and I was pretty happy to be livin' there.

Well, by the time I turned 17, I'd started gettin' a little paunchy. I'd packed on about forty pounds and was a little concerned, that was, until I stopped to really look at Rita. She'd grown fat after she'd gotten married, but she was radiant and beautiful and she talked to me about inner beauty. I asked Tony, her husband, about her size and he told me that most guys knew that ample women were the best cooks and were the best to love. That cinched it for me. Besides ... I learned to love to eat.

By the time I graduated from High School, I had fattened up to 260 pounds and had been readily stepping up my eating. I learned to cook a lot of good things from Rita and often ate what I cooked with vigor and relish. It was no surprise that I kept getting bigger. I thought it delightful, and then that cute Rosario Capelli started to take notice of my blossoming womanhood.

With Rita's instance and help, I went to college to learn restaurant management because I wanted to open an Italian bistro that featured a lot of delicious food and rich desserts. In school, I learned a lot of new recipes and learned to really pack down a meal. While studying in San Fransisco, I found lots of good places to eat and before long, I had fattened up to a distinctly plump 350 pounds.  (After all, there was this wonderful little bakery who would sell two dozen donuts for six bucks! I'd take them down by the GG Bridge and eat the whole lot of them. Of course, this wasn't just a weekly ritual. It was more like ... every few days.)Rosario and I were also an item and before long, we were engaged.

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Jason Wade Bruin

Hiya folks. Names Jason Wade Bruin, but people call me Bruno. Hey, it fits. I'm a bassist in a band called "Spark the Riot," and I'm also a computer programmer in training. Know what else is cool? I'm fat. Yep. 460 pounds of rockin' tubby cubby. A couple of the band members got a little paunchy and liked it, so, as usual, I go and out-do them. I was 200 lbs before. Oh well. I love it. Ain't no goin' back once I tasted the Ambrosia.

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Sandia Matteo

Hello there! My name is Alexsandia Matteo. I was born in Australia, then came to the States to go to college. Well, I got pretty blinkin' lucky and when I'd been here for about six months, I won the blinkin' lottery! Well, I went and did a lot of the things I always wanted to, but couldn't afford to do, including eatin' a lot of high class good food. When I won the lottery, I was 145 pounds.

By the end of my sophmore year in college (yes, I still went!) I weighed 345. Now, I ain't sayin' I'm going to any bloody fat farm to lose these pounds. No sir. I've gotten used to them and I worked hard to gain each and every one. I'm stayin' fat. I think I might even let myself get some bigger. I think maybe a hundred more pounds and I'll be a nice fat dingo. The rest of me isn't too terribly big, but my gut is enormous! It's gonna get even bigger from caviar and other delightfully fattening yummies.

I've just been eating everything I can get my hands on and I'm just getting fatter and fatter. I call this photograph a "Record of Personal Growth." Of course, the growth to which I'm referring is the size of my abdomen. I have deicided that being fat is the best thing I've ever known and I'm going to keep getting fatter until I decide I'm fat enough. When that will be, I cant's say, but I'm going to be one of the fattest women in the world. This I vow. 458 lbs.

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Kristy Kannon

Yep. That's right. Kristy Kannon. The pop vocalist. I know you've got to be wondering what I'd be doing here, but this is where I belong. You see, I've been on both sides of the fat racket and I'll tell you this, being fat isn't what I wanted to be, but it's what I love to be. Here I am right before my Grammy awards. I was 180 lbs and man, did I think I was fat! So fat that I became bulimic and then annorexic.

I nearly died from my disease when I had whittled my weight down to a mere 98 pounds. I was sickly and I passed out in the middle of a concert. This was not a good thing to do. I met a doctor and he helped me see that extreme thinness was not good for me at all. So, with his help, I overcame my fear of fat.

Not only did he set me straight, he got me to the point of wanting to get some meat on my bones. I made a comeback and was not afraid to show off my 250 pound frame. Not one little bit. In fact, it wasn't long before I decided to actually pick up some weight.

After Sammo and I were married, I began to enjoy healthy large meals and lots of good snacks. It wasn't two years before I read the scale's weight of 345. I was gaining and pretty happy about it too! My legs and buttocks were getting heavy and that made record sales soar. They seemed to like my new look.

I'm done with tours and recording sessions for now. With the birth of Andalina, my weight is up to 415. Sammo and I couldn't be happier. I'm taking time to work in my greenhouses and I'm still just eating whatever I wish, within moderation.

Time has passed and the birth of our son Samuel has brought my weight up to 510. I never got a huge belly, but boy, am I W-I-D-E. Oh, I don't mind one bit. I enjoy being big. It gives my little ones a soft place to play.You'll notice some changes in my appearance, such as my hair. I've decided it was time for an update, hence the highlighting. I don't think anyone will mind. What do you folks think? Like the all new and improved jumbo-sized K. Kan?

Well, I've decided I'm fat enough at 630 pounds. My belly's gotten considerably bigger and if my hips get any wider, I won't be able to walk through the hallways without turning sideways. I believe my butt measures about 45 inches across. It's downright huge! ^.^ This pic was taken on our family vacation to Bali. The natives called me Lady Buddah because of my size. It was pretty neat. I'm really fat now, and I'm absolutely thrilled.

Nice of me not to listen to my own advice. At 724 pounds, I've now given up all sweets and other fattening goodies. I'm more than fat enough. Sammo chides me gently, but I know he loves me to be soft and yielding as much as any other guy who's girl is on this page.

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Misty Baer

Hi. I wasn't really sure about bringing my story to the world because I'm terribly shy, but Akia and the other girls here all gave me overwhelming support and guidance. My name is Misty Baer. You may have heard of me. I won the gold medal at the 1996 Summer Olympics in the high diving competitions. I had also won a gold medal in the triathalon and for distance swimming. This is me at my normal weight of 175 lbs.

I was in a race to cross the English channel and because of the cold of the water, I gained 30 pounds to give me some extra insulation. Well, I won the race, but something strange started happening to me. I went on a low fat diet and increased my exercise to lose the extra 30 pounds, and I could not lose the weight. Here I weigh 205 lbs.

Not only could I not lose weight, I started gaining. It was slower at first, but then it began to increase rapidly. I was embarrassed, despondent. I withdrew into my home in Texas and wallowed in misery, getting fatter with each passing month. I was 290 lbs when I took this picture.

Three years later, I'd gone from 175 pounds to 3 75. I'd gained up to past twice my adult weight. I showed no signs of slowing down. I stopped going out at all. I created a secret life for myself on the internet. I was Miranda Baermann. I was just fooling myself and others whom I'd met on-line. Then, just by accident, I stumbled across the web site of a Melinda Hruskey and read the story behind her incredible weight gain. Something struck me as familiar. Then I realized that I had been on the same drug for allergies that she had been on. Braving my fears, I went to the doctor and verified that I was, indeed, on Duohist and was entitled to my share of the settlement. Empowered, I contacted Melinda and she flew down to Texas to meet me. My self doubt subsided as I saw this massive woman waddle slowly through the airport towards me. She opened her heart to me and gave me hope. I found a world of strength in her and her two adopted children, both of whom had experienced the same kind of situation.

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LaDeshonna Alicia Desmond

When it comes to eating, ain't no one gonna tell me what I should or shouldn't eat. My name is LaDeshonna Alicia Desmond. I grew up in a 'hood and then got myself outta the ghetto and into a good college. Now I'm making good money and I ain't afraid to show my prosperity. I'm gonna eat as I want and if I get to be a big, beautiful African Queen, then that's the way I'm gonna be. Deal with it, Brother. ~.~ ,V,, Take a good look at this 380 oound sugah.