I love all things huge and jiggly. Super into expansion of all kinds. I usually just reblog what I like. Enjoy.
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recorded 2 videos which will be uploaded promptly 🥰🥰
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looking at the thumbnail from a vid i just took and uhhhhhhh is that really me???? oh my god 💀💀 the way my belly just rests on the bed now. guys i can't stop🫣
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Your brow furrowed as you looked at the email at the top of your inbox.
Important, please read
It was from your ex.
The two of you hadn't broken up on a bad note; in fact, neither of you had wanted to break up to begin with. But she'd gotten a one-in-a-lifetime job offer halfway around the world, and after a lot of long, painful conversations, you'd agreed that:
she absolutely had to take it
there was no way you should have to uproot your own life to follow here, and
neither of you wanted a long-distance relationship with an almost ten-hour time difference.
And so, you'd broken up your year-long relationship, and agreed, in order to make it easier on yourselves, to go fully no-contact once she'd moved.
Swallowing with trepidation, you opened the email.
First things first: Don't open the attachment yet! Very important. Ok, with that out of the way... Hi, sweetie. I know we said absolutely no contact, but I've got some important news I think you're going to want to hear. Well, three pieces of information, I guess. One: I hate it here. The job sucks, the company sucks, the country sucks, it's all awful. I gave it an honest try, really truly I did; I didn't want to have thrown away everything in my life just to give up right out of the gate, but a year in and I can't deny it any longer: it's not me, it's them. So I'm moving back, end of the month. Which leads to point number two: I still love you. I know, I know, I know. We agreed we wouldn't hold a torch for each other. That we'd date again, once we were done healing from our breakup. Well, I tried, really I did, but I've basically spent the last twelve months comparing date after date to you and they've all come up woefully short. If -- and I fully understand if you've moved on and don't want to hear from me, the ex who broke your heart -- if you're still single, I want to see if, maybe, we can rekindle things when I'm back. That, however, also leads me to point number three. Something in the water here, or the food, or maybe just the stress of moving halfway around the world... well, whatever it is, I've put on... about fifty pounds? In the last year. It's, um, a lot. And now you can go look at that attachment above...
You do so... and your jaw drops. This must be a joke. It has to be.
...and now you see the other part of it. It's a very, shall we say, localized gain.
You flip back to the picture. She'd always been an almost scarily-skinny person, five-foot-five but barely a hundred pounds soaking wet.
I really hope that, well, that thing we talked about one time when we discussed fantasies is still true, and that you meant it.
You'd admitted to her one night that your deepest sexual fantasy was a woman with stupendous, enormous, utterly unrealistic tits.
Because I don't think they're stopping anytime soon, either, and I could use someone to help me with them.
She was massive.
The picture was of her standing in front of a tall mirror, in what you assumed was her bedroom. It was definitely her: same frizzy dark-brown hair, same pale skin, same lovely purple eyes.
She was wearing just a lacy bra and panties, but before when that would have revealed her skinny form and maybe B-cup breasts, her enormous bra was struggling to contain an absolutely massive pair of tits. Her entire torso was swallowed up by them. She was resting her arm on her left one, taking the picture.

How was this even possible?
Anyway, I'm flying back on Thursday for an initial visit to try and rent an apartment... unless you want to try again.
You hit "reply" immediately.
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Here's my growth. Just look at how much bigger I've gotten. I fantasize about having someone latched around my nipples, feeling them lengthen and thicken in their mouth.
I'm only just getting started, there's still a lot of room to groooooowwwwww.
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What venison and homegrown produce will do to you 😵💫
EXACTLYYYY.. what chicken fried venison and homegrown green beans n baked potatoes will do to a girl 🤭


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Between pregnancies I’ll make sure to keep your milk production extremely high so those udders are always bulging and full
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You all liked the gif so much, here's the video 🤭🐷🍩
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