what made you want to go from skinny mini to jiggly wiggly?
If I’m being completely honest, it all started with my addiction to food & depression. But I started to slowly realize that getting bigger meant I was happier. It really is a way of life. The bigger I am, the happier I am! I’ve almost reached my goal, and it’s a plan to then stop, lose the weight, and then gain it back again! I’ve done it before so I know I can do it again 💞
Here’s my comparison from when I started to now! Someone told me I had gained too much weight and got “too fat”. What are your thoughts?
the boy who cried wolf except i get you so big that everyone around you questions whether you’re pregnant or not. you laugh off the comments and you explain the real reason behind your wider waist and slower steps: that maybe you’ve just been putting away more pastries and carbs than you probably should be. This continues as you grow, until i eventually feel like you’re ready to carry more weight, in more ways than one. then comes the pregnancy.
but by then, your steadily growing belly—your heavy full tits getting heavier and fuller— it’s constantly mistaken by your peers as a result of your appetite. each month passes, and the comments on your growing figure increase. looks of curiosity turn to concern.
you try your hardest to convince everyone. you’ve been bred and your body is changing into what it needs to be! you really are pregnant, for real this time! but its all to no avail. “we wont fall for it this time!” they say. “your weight is spiralling, dont make excuses for your overindulge and greed”.
your tits continue to grow in size and volume as your tummy gets rounder and tighter, ravaged in stretchmarks. and all the while, the weight sticks to you. by the end of the nine months, your figure has become so indistinguishably obese that nobody even notices a change. to them, you’re just the gluttonous cow you’ve always been, and most likely always will be.