Y'all Know What To Do.

I love the way it hangs when it's empty.

Another good recipe

Here’s another alternative instead of the dreaded cake shake for y’all-

This one is nut free

2 cups organic heavy cream

1 frozen banana

2 scoops vanilla protein powder or mass gainers powder

1 avocado (fresh and ripe, not frozen)

3 tbl flax seed

1/2 cup raw honey

Mix and Blend!

Vegan version-

Flax milk (get the brand that has added protein)

Protein powder

Frozen banana

Flax seed

Chia seed

Vanilla extract

Coconut cream

Avocado

Coconut sugar

1-1.5 tbl coconut oil

Blend and enjoy

These are smoothies that have a shit ton of calories. One avocado has like 300 calories. Coconut oil is super high in calories and so is coconut cream. Heavy cream is also high in calories. Almost every ingredient in the smoothie has at least 100 cal so your total for each smoothie is going to be roughly 2 to 3000 cal category. Especially if you use that mass gainers shit. I would be surprised if any of you could even get this down 😅 your belly should be literally throbbing and aching.

Also, I literally don’t condone doing this to yourself. But honestly, this is better than that cake shake shit y’all are doing.

This sexy little princess needs some praise 👏

Hello friends I’m back 🎀🖤

Pussys are prettier with cum dripping out of them

@squish-revival with an awesome progress post. I love before and afters. 🤤 You deserve a cookie, or 20.

Any befores? :>

there's about 5 years and 30ish pounds between these! my fat is settling in hehe 🤭

for the curious:

34C -> 38DD

size 10 -> size 12

M -> L/XL

160ish -> 190ish

She's a hopeless romantic at heart but will do disgusting things to hear "Good girl."

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Please.

Don’t Blame  Me:

       Since we met you’ve gained weight. You were a small, petite little thing with a tiny waste, visible hip bones, and perky little breasts. Your clavicle had always been defined, and society called you “pretty”. You were the standard. You fit in. Your size was available in every store, and everything you wore fit like it was made for you. But not anymore.

    Since we met, you’ve gained a considerable amount of weight. None of your old clothes fit, your once prominent hip bones have all but disappeared, and that oh so defined clavicle has been swallowed up by your fleshy mounds of breast tissue and fat. Your arms are big and soft, and your thighs rub and have cellulite.  Your belly hangs over your waistband and sits high and full between your ever growing breasts. You no longer fit the mold of Society’s standard. You have to custom order clothes, bras never fit, and you continue to spill out of everything you wear. You did this.

    “You made me fat." you say. But no, I only told you it was okay to eat what you wanted, and said it was fine to have seconds, thirds, maybe more. I told you I thought you were pretty. As you grew, I played with your soft tummy and poked fun as you wondered where it came from. You enjoyed it when I squeezed your rolls and slid my fingers between your folds. You loved the attention. The stares you got from people outside as your shirts rode up made you smirk. The way your soft parts bounced and wobbled made you blush... It turned you on when you were so full that your newfound belly was taught with food. You did this.

    I only encouraged you. I touched your body, I made you feel good. I called you my “Pretty Princess” and pet names that made you feel loved. I bought you clothes when yours no longer fit. I cooked more food when you ran out. I found new recipes for you to enjoy. I bought your favorite snacks in bulk. You want it? I’ll get it for you. You’re hungry? Here’s my ice cream. Let me get you a spoon. Oh, you want to try that? I’ll have it delivered! “I love you” I said. “You’re soft.” And “You give the best hugs.” Every night, you would fall asleep with me holding your full belly. Every time you got a bellyache, I was there to rub and massage you. I didn’t make you fat. You did.

      I sat and watched as you ate. I watched you get soft and round. I adored the way your hips got wide, your bosom grew, and your belly swelled. I thought it was cute, the way you seemed to nestle into your body as it enveloped you. You looked happy. Content. I wanted to support you. But *I* didn’t make you fat. *I* didn’t force you to eat. I merely handed you the fork.

Don’t blame me.

 -bigwhiteguy

Loving me is knowing that im going to ruin you and take care of you at the same time.

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