Hi, hiii.~ I realize I should probably start using this account properly! My name's Valor, and it’s a pleasure to meet you all~.
This blog is a place for me to flirt, tease, and encourage other gainer girls (and guys, ofc~) to keep going with their endeavors! (I also do a bit of roleplay on the side, but don't tell anyone, unless you're into that.~)
Rules and goals? Well:
Minors, DNI! I am a hungry girl, and I will be hard thirsting over pretty fat women. Nothing too explicit, but drooling implied, so don't! Git!
Don't use any pictures of mine for your blogs without credit! I'm a shy woman, but when I eventually have the nerve to post my pics, please be sure to ask! I'm usually happy to give em!
Keep heavy flirts to DMs.
But most of all, have fun! I'm big and jolly, so let's get along, kk?
As for any goals...?
Make friends! More than anything, I also just wanna make friends in the feedist community. I don't have any, after all!
But other than that, I have nothing to say other than: No kink is off the table, go nuts, and I look forward to spending time with everyone!~ Mmmmwah!~
'Montellinormous' is not just a jab at Carlotta's size, something that has been spread around to make fun of the giant woman.
It's an understatement to prepare wild thoughts in someone's mind to not completely surprise them when they see her.
There was always something obvious about Carlotta's appetite. The fact that she was as huge as she was enough for people to say that's all there was, to not look into any deeper; that she, coming from money and from comfort, got to indulge as much as she wanted to, and that it got taken to another level with her size. Seeing her at shops and bakeries, filling streets before trying to shove herself into shops to eat even more, actually watching her get bigger from day to day, not just in weight, but a little bit in height too, was all just enough for people to say she was a whale of a woman that was using her money to indulge herself and not care about anything else.
Everyone assumed that at some point, it would stop. That she would reach some sort of upper limit. Carlotta was already at 2000 pounds and 6 feet tall, somehow managing to shock people more with the fact that she had gotten taller more than the fact that she was 3 or 4 times wider than she was tall. The woman couldn't shove herself into the bakery she frequented like she used to, slipping in and smothering the display case in her belly, not minding because she'd order everything. Now, she had to wait outside, her wide hips casting a shadow inside half the store as she leaned onto that enormous belly of hers in an attempt to calm it, as her ass jiggled and shook, bouncing and wobbling from even just breathing.
People would gather around and stare, Carlotta's quick movements making a show as she grabbed the boxes of sweets and ate them up as ravenously and quickly as she could, before she thumped back onto her rear in the same spot every day, gradually making a crater in the ground. The woman was massive, an entire assortment of food on her belly with someone helping hand it to her to feed her tons, so much of it on so much meaty belly that she couldn't grab it herself. That didn't stop her from trying, heavy arms that weighed more than a person reaching out, squishing into her gut as she used her other hand to eat...
This would be where she stops, where even if she ate all she wanted to, she COULDN'T grow any fatter, right?
Maybe no one would know the answer, because months ago, overnight, Carlotta disappeared.
Some guessed that she used her money to go somewhere less busy, to buy the ability to indulge privately, to not have to worry about people staring at her, making comments about the whale of a Montelli and comparing her to what she should've been. Some guessed that she was just too big to leave her house, that she physically couldn't fit in any of the stores she bought everything out of. If you asked anyone in Rinascita, they'd have a different answer for why she went missing, but all of them tied back into her weight somehow.
THUMP....
It might have been planned, for Carlotta to hide herself.
WHUMP...
Partially because of the sheer amount she grew...
STOMP!!!
...and partially because it'd be hard to hide a woman that fucking huge without planning for it.
It wasn't meant to be an event for Carlotta to show up again, but it wasn't meant to be a secret either. It was no surprise that everyone would gather around the bakery that Carlotta loved to watch the monumental Montelli lumber over slowly, to stare up at her as she shoved doughy, heavy, building sized thighs over each other, into her ship sized belly as it rumbled and roared, knowing what was coming to it when she'd make it to her destination. People held onto benches and chairs as the ground shook while Carlotta took slow, lumbering, ponderous, heavy steps, and were almost thrown an inch off the ground when she-
TTHHHUUUUUMMMPPPPPPP!!!
....sat down, ass spilling out between multiple streets, into the canal, and nearly pushing a row of-
...buildings over. Everyone would just stare in awe as Carlotta gently pawed at her hefty gut, trying to soothe it, whispering words to herself to get it to calm down before-
It's hard to calm her down when her eyes lock onto a pastry nearly the size of her, specially prepared, the only reason she really came back to the public in Rinascita. It was, surprisingly, much harder to prepare the pastry anywhere else compared to Colossal Carlotta moving herself, given that the pastry was nearly heavier than her, so thick and heavy and dense and sweet....
Carlotta was almost drooling now that she could see it. Her breathing, though heavy, picked up a little, and her doughy arms, each as big as a bus, reached out for it. Cranes heaved it up onto her belly, the meaty impact of it falling onto her making her belch softly before she rolled herself into it and-
...maybe, despite the difficulties, the pastry should've been prepared somewhere else. The people of Rinascita couldn't help but feel that this was an intimate act given how passionately she was eating, that she was moaning into every bite, that she was pressing herself against it as much as she could to eat as much as possible, visibly growing, swelling out, getting heavier, wider, fatter with each bite, so much so that buildings were getting pushed to the side, that the canals were filling, that everything was being cast aside so Montellinormous could keep eating and indulging. Hours and hours and hours would pass, the ground shaking as she'd adjust herself, new craters and marks in the ground getting bigger and wider as Carlotta herself did, but once she was done...
If there was more, believe her, she would eat more, but her gluttony was constrained more by what could be reasonably done more than what Carlotta could do. Now, rolled over, laying on her back, her belly rose high in the air as she belched and huffed and puffed, as she gently, softly put her hands on her gut to ease it, her belly sloshing back and forth gently in the air as she digested so, so, so much food.
Estimating just how big she had gotten was meaningless, but the people of Rinascita couldn't help but wonder just how massive the leviathan of a woman had gotten. She smirked, knowing that.
They wouldn't have to worry.
She'd already prepared for this, and in the morning, she'll have the numbers for her height and weight herself. Besides...
She should probably give them time. Knowing that she's 150 feet tall and 382,109,283,019,921 pounds is probably a lot for them to handle, even if it's not nearly enough for her.
Barbara doesn't get why people fear the Fatui. All those lovely ladies needes was a special helping of Barbara's favorite feasts, and they were all heavy, happy heifers...
