Optimistic Hypocrite

So this is me. I gained 75lbs in college unintentionally, but found out that I liked it that way. I’m still not intentionally gaining but if this trend continues, I guess I’m headed for heavier.

Top left: summer before college (size 6)

Top right: Christmas of freshman year

Middle left: fall of sophomore year

Middle right and bottom left: summer before senior year

I’m flattered! Big is Beautiful, and easy too! No make-up or hair-styling needed for this look, just Dominos! 

Or ones who are unaware of how much and how often they’re stuffing their adorable round faces, completely oblivious to just how BIG they’ve gotten and not realizing how much they’re exposing to the world? 😍

Halloween 2018->2019

You’ve been invited to the club with your friends, and you’re really excited to go. You could use a break from the same, boring life routine. 

But your excitement fades when you try to pull on your favorite jeans. Right away, you can tell something isn’t right. You tug and tug on the black denim, but the girth of your thighs is making it difficult. You hadn’t realized your thighs had even gotten girthy, but hell if they don’t look a lot bigger and rounder than they used to in this particular pair of jeans.  

(You can’t say this this comes as a total surprise. You look in the mirror as much as the next person, and you know you’re softer. You know you’ve grown a little thick lately from snacking too much in the evenings, but surely not so much that your favorite jeans don’t fit at all.)

You pull harder, and finally the jeans make it to the base of your butt. But the fabric is squeezing your chubbier thighs almost painfully, you wonder if this effort is even worth it. You clench your ass anyway and tug again, as hard as you can, but the jeans only make it halfway up your asscheeks - at which point your body just gets too large around for them to go any further. 

Breathing out, you take in the sight of your belly hanging forward and your gapless thighs bulging hard against denim. Then you turn and see there’s absolutely no way these jeans will hold your entire ass. It’s just too big. Too fat. 

You’re too fat. 

“I got a little hungry….”

You try to stifle a burp but it just makes your bloated fat tummy jolt and jiggle. You let out a little wimper of pain; you’re helplessly stuffed. Let’s get that belly of yours taken care of. I help you up and you’re swaying slightly from the immense amount of food you’ve packed in. You cradle your heavy belly in one hand.

“Ooof, it huuuurts. I shouldn’t have eaten so much but it was all so good I couldn’t help myself. I think I really overdid it. I just kept eating and eating until it was all gone. And now my tummy is so big and achy and tight.”

I press up behind you and put my hands on the sides of your belly. You let out a soft little moan. You feel rock hard under the thick layer of pudge you’ve put on recently. You’re full to the brim. You’ve been overeating more and more frequently, requiring my help soothing your poor stuffed tummy and getting chubbier meal by meal. I jiggle the pudge beneath my hands and you gasp at the sensation of your whole body moving with your heavy gut.

I help you lay down, propping you up with pillows so you’re comfortable and you can see the plump roundness of your full belly mounded out in front of you, your love handles spilling to the side, your squashy thighs widening out on the bed, your soft flabby chest spilling gracefully to either side of your belly. You’re a sight to behold, stuffed and round like this. Youre making the soft little noises of discomfort and arousal that drive me almost as crazy as the feel of your plushness beneath my hands.

“You’re getting so fat, sweetheart, eating like this. Look at you. So soft and jiggly. You’re packed tight as a drum from all that takeout, aren’t you? Aww poor baby, I’m gonna take care of you, don’t worry.”