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Getting so soft since these last 30 lbs I’ve gained 😮‍💨😮‍💨

I wonder how the next 30 will look on me

There's been an update from Randalin with the BoostUp lotion. She had finished the last days of test applications we had asked her to, and we've been monitoring her social media to see her progress. We are proud to announce that the testing was a success.

She's flaunting her new size and putting on a show for all her followers and fans. In the caption, she mentioned that while she did put on some weight, she was glad it went to all the right places. She still didn't make any mention of the new lotion she's been using. Yet again, the comments were full of mixed reactions. A few dissenters telling her she's "gone too big" and "needs to slim down" while others actually encouraged her to eat more, get bigger, and grow for them. Her direct response to us told a far different story.

"I hope you guys are happy with what you did. That post I see you're lurking on and saw your secret account download? Yeah, that's not actually recent. It was recorded right after the third time you wanted me to put on the lotion. I had to be quick when I felt it kick in because I knew I probably couldn't move after it. I did my best to put on a show as my ass grew unbearable. Each bounce could have been my last ounce of mobility leaving my body. After recording, I laid down, and that was it. There was no more getting up. You're so lucky the growing feels so good otherwise I'd probably sue. I'm getting ready for the last bit of lotion now."

While she seems upset with the price of growing such an immaculate sized butt, we're glad she's enjoying it and will be drawing up a potential brand deal contract for her.

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She has the power over men She will never be wanting anything. She is absolutely stunning.

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Happy fat(ass) Tuesday

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Lord…I want 🥹😍

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Time for a trip to the Dr

New Weigh In ⬅️😉

My naughty links 🤭

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She braces against her own mass, hand pressed to the small of her spine, the ribbed dress doing exactly what it was purchased to do—strain. The cut-outs frame skin stretched beyond comfort, beyond modesty, beyond any purpose but gestation. Seven months, perhaps eight by the sheer impossibility of that curve, the fabric becoming window where belly meets back.

The couch behind her offers no invitation to rest. She knows better than to sit without command, remains standing as placed, displaying the architecture of constant fertility: waist vanished into sphere, hips widened to cradle what grows within, every line of her reduced to function. The cotton catches light on the shelf of pregnancy, renders her monumental, renders her mine.

I photograph her from this vantage to eliminate her face, to reduce her to exactly what she is in this moment—livestock evaluated from behind, breeding stock assessed for capacity, the evidence of my use visible in every stretched rib of the weave. Her breath comes shallow against the compression, each exhale pressing that belly further into view.

She serves by standing still, by carrying what I planted, by waiting exactly as arranged.