Queenie's recent doctor visit wasn't covered by her insurance. But he's willing to do her a solid- warm, thick and gooey just like her.

He bends her over the examination table, hands sinking into her ass and the heavy hang over her belly. She rides him, tits flopping, belly sloshing, being fucked until her eyes roll back in her head.

Then, she's in his lap. Huge, soft gut filling the frame. Cradling her saggy titties in her hands, his fingers gripping every roll on her sides as she bounces.

When he finishes, it's exactly what he promised: Warm, thick and left in a patient who couldn't afford to pay any other way.

This video was originally recorded in July of 2021.

Press yourself into me. Feel my softness push back against you. Make me bounce and jiggle.In this video, my feeder pulls up my dress and penetrates me. With him slamming into me from behind, my thighs ripple, my tits bounce and my large hanging belly rocks back and forth. And when I'm on top, you can see how my belly lays on top of him- slapping down onto him with each thrust. Finally, from the back you can see penetration and watch me get filled with cum.

After five years of working from home, I got an email I was starting to think would never come: It's time to go back to the office.

I took to remote work so well. No commute. Not having to get dressed up. Having food delivered. Takeout. The fridge. A gym membership I never used. I gained a couple pounds the first year. More the second. A lot more the third. Honestly, I gained more than I ever thought I would. And now, my coworkers are going to see the results in person.

I dug through my closet, looking for something that still fits. I found my dress from the last office Christmas party. Back when I thought I needed to lose 10 pounds. I broke the zipper trying it on last year.

I'm dreading Monday. People staring. Either wondering who I am or how I got so fat. Getting winded on the office stairs and trying to hide it.

And my old work crush. Oh God. Seeing me like this for the first time in years. I was 90 pounds lighter and fitter the last time we spoke in person.

No more hiding behind the screen. Everyone is going to know how I spent my time working from home.

A doctor takes a house call for a painful stomach ache. The woman who greets him is anything but typical. Her belly is enormous - tight, heavy, and our of proportion with the rest of her body. It's as if she's carrying something that doesn't belong in there.

Nervously, she lifts her top for the exam. He presses into her massive gut and it barely gives. Her BP measures high. But it isn't until he places his stethoscope against her belly that he truly understands what's happening.

Behind the deep gurgling, the sloshing, the slow wet churn of digestion is.. a faint, muffled cry for help. Help!

His eyes snap to hers. There's someone inside her. And they're alive. She tries to laugh it off and make excuses. It's just junk food. When he doesn't buy it, she confesses. Her appetite got away from her. Nothing satisfied the cravings anymore. So she swallowed a man whole. Now, she can feel him inside her, pleading and wriggling. She doesn't know what to do.

He performs an ultrasound. His hands spread gel over the enormous dome of her belly. The scan confirms it: The man is still alive- slowly being digested.

One final examination. The doctor has her lean forward, taking his place behind her. He spreads more gel on her ass and thighs...

Last run of the night. One stop left. Two boxes in my delivery bag. I ring the bell... Nobody opens the door. Instead, a voice inside tells me to come in. All I want to do is drop this order and leave. I step inside, set the boxes on the coffee table and head for the door.

That's when he grabs me. I fight, but it doesn't matter. He drags me into another room and ties me to a chair. Then, he brings in the pizza I just delivered and starts feeding it to me. Slice after slice. When I try to clamp my mouth shut, he pushes it in anyway.

Pizza first. Then ice cream- melted. My stomach bulges against the ropes. It's going from full to painfully stuffed, quickly. I can barely swallow fast enough before he's jamming more pizza into my mouth. And then he offers a deal: Finish everything he puts in front of me and he'll untie me. In desperation, I agree.

The deal is a lie. Once I've eaten the whole pizza, there's more: I have to finish the half gallon jug of melted ice cream. I'm already stuffed beyond what I can handle. But I have to keep eating, because it's the only way out.

I'm doing what I do best - sprawled out in my favorite leather chair, lazy as hell, begging my feeder to order me Korean food.

Instead, he walks in with a 2-liter of club soda and offers a deal: Drink the whole bottle and he'll get me whatever I want. I accept.

He puts the bottle to my lips and tips it back. The burps start almost immediately. Soft at first, and then guttural and hoggish. And then the tightness. My belly swells fast, stretching and pressing outward against my new lingerie. When I start to slow down, he pulls out the funnel. All I can do is burp, moan, and rub my stomach.. trying to find some relief. And I'm barely halfway through.

He unsnaps my top, and my heavy, saggy tits fall out. They rest on my stomach the same way I'm slouched in this chair. I try to tap out. I tell him I can't finish. He won't let me waste a drop.

That's when he calmly walks behind me, cradles my chin in his hand, and pours the rest of the bottle straight past my lips and into my already heaving, stretch-marked gut. When he's done, I'm too bloated to even think about eating. I'm burping constantly. Overwhelmed. Desperate for it to stop.

That's when he grabs the sides of my belly and shakes it aggressively. I feel like I'm going to explode.

Time for the scale. I've been at an all-time high since the July clothing try-on video. And that was without four and a half pounds of soda water sitting in my stomach. This time, it's the biggest number I've ever seen.

I spent the whole afternoon watching him ignore me for that game. Here I am, jiggling around the bedroom in almost nothing, and he's hardly looking at me.

So I dropped to my knees and started sucking his cock while he tried to hold the controller. That got his attention.

I climbed into his lap. My soft, heavy body completely covers him now. With every pound and thrust, you can see all of my fucking fat jiggling.. Belly, tits, thighs, everything bouncing and wobbling as I ride him. He grabs handfuls of me while the chair creaks under my weight.

Then, he bends me over the desk and fucks me from behind. My hanging belly and saggy titties swaying and jiggling with every stroke until he finally cam deep inside my fat pussy.

We've been talking on the phone for weeks- texts, video calls. She's super cute, with a tight, athletic body. But on Facetime, she always keeps the camera on her face. Every time I ask to see more, she always says no or changes the subject. I figured she was just a little shy.

But when she showed up at my door, the truth was unmistakable. The photos she was sending me were years old. The tiny waist, the abs, the gym bunny body? They're long gone. The girl standing in front of me is soft- heavy, fatty, with flesh spilling out of her crop top and her tiny shorts. Round, stretchmarked belly on full display. I've been catfished by a feedee.

She's already making excuses. "The pictures are real, they're just a couple years old. I wasn't lying. I can lose weight if you want me to." Anything to downplay the obvious changes. I didn't want to make her feel bad, so I invited her in anyway. Within minutes, she's raiding my fridge, pulling out my leftovers, suggesting we order delivery. She wants to cuddle and watch movies.. and she wants to eat.

When I admit I've never been with a fat girl, she takes my hand and presses it against her soft belly. She pulls me in and invites me to grope her warm, heavy body. She's definitely not the fit girl I thought I was getting to know. Instead, she's soft and jiggly, a little self-conscious and very needy.

I'm back with another half hour of embarrassingly under-sized clothing. ?

Watch me struggle. Watch me jiggle. Watch my face get red and my flesh bulge against tight tops, jeans, shorts, corsets, athletic wear. Even my calf-high boots don't zip up anymore.

22 OUTFITS

Watch me gasp for breath and get winded, squeezing into outfits that fit perfectly fine just a couple years ago. The worst part is- this is my fat girl clothing. I bought all of this stuff well into time as a feedee. 220 lbs.. 230 lbs.. But now that I'm 250 plus, these outfits are barely hanging on.

47 COMPARISONS

Everything is so much tighter, and it's so difficult to even try them on anymore.

My weight really got away from me. I didn't think it would be such a difference- going from 230 lbs to 250. But the comparisons don't lie. The waistbands sucking into my stomach reveal the changes that I'm still going through as a gainer.

220 VS 250 LBS

The worst part is- I haven't even gotten any new clothes. I've been wanting to lose weight, and it's just not happening. I don't want to admit defeat and start buying a size up - or two sizes up. But, in the meantime, none of my clothing fits me anymore and I'm too embarrassed to leave the house looking like this.

Features a voiceover and a weigh-in.

I've got a half-gallon of rich, melted vanilla ice cream and a plate pile with Oreos, Rice Krispies Treats and powdered donuts. I start by dipping the sweets into the thick, cold ice cream and shoving them into my mouth. The sugar rush hits hard and fast- my eyelids flutter, my breathing gets heavy, and I can already feel my belly starting to swell.

Then, I stop pretending and just tip the carton back. Six minutes. That's all it takes to chug the entire half-gallon, straight down my throat. Thick vanilla runs down my chin, drips between my tits, soaks through my lingerie and leaves white stripes down the soft, heavy curve of my gut.

When the last drops are gone, I just sit there with the consequences- bloated and miserable- for another five minutes. Burping. Jiggling my overstuffed belly. Feeling every ounce of the 3,000 calories sitting heavy inside me.

Messy. Greedy. Completely stuffed silly.

? Been Caught Stealing ?

I caught the fattest shoplifter today. And I made her eat almost everything she stole.

It was obvious from the beginning. Wandering the aisles, looking nervous and sketchy. And then she did it- sliding cookies and Rice Krispies and other snacks into her purse, down her pants, or straight into her bra like nobody would notice.

When I confronted her, she was all denial and excuses. So I marched her into the back and dumped her purse. I pulled her jacket open, searched her pants, snagged the treats hidden in her cleavage. She was so chubby- all creases and rolls for hiding what she had taken. Most of the food was already warm from being pressed against her fat. There's no way I could put it back on the shelf.

So I gave her two choices:

Either I call the cops or she eats what she stole right here in front of me.

She chose the food.

I cuffed her wrists, yanked her bra off and fed her like the greedy doughball that she is. Donuts shoved past her lips. Spoonfuls of pudding until she was ready to gag. Chocolate milk poured straight down her throat while I groped and jiggled every soft part of her. I tucked Oreos under her rolls and told her to eat them. She looked pathetic the entire time- sad, embarrassed, overwhelmed. Exactly the kind of punishment a fat shoplifter deserves.

Lately, I've been unable to wear more and more items in my closet. I've outgrown so many things that fit well just two or three years ago.

I went back through my photos from 2021-2024 and pulled some outfits. I used to feel confident in these outfits, even as a 220-pound fat girl.

At 250 lbs? They barely fit. Jeans won't button. My belly spills out the bottom of my tops. Slowly, I've been running out of clothing that I can actually squeeze into. I knew I was getting heavier. But seeing the comparisons- the same poses in the same outfits- It's shocking how much fatter I look.

I worked so hard to get down into the 220s- more than once. I lost 28 lbs in 2021 with strict dieting and exercise. That held for about a year. Then I exploded back into the 240s in only 3 months. I got serious again in 2022 and got down to 220 by August of 2023. Only to be 246 again in 2024- with my weight steadily creeping back up since then.

This video sees me trying on 17 outfits that I wore confidently in my 220s and 230s. See for yourself how much of a struggle it is for me to squeeze into them and how badly they don't fit me anymore.

And yes.. there's a brutal weigh-in at the end.

Run time: 29:09. Shot in 4K at 60 fps.