Three years ago, I was doing everything I could to stay in shape. I was in the gym multiple times a week. I took so much pride in getting buff. I would look around the gym and think to myself that I was one of the fittest, thinnest people in there. I was athletic and there was hardly a shred of fat on my body…
And when I got with my boyfriend, I kept up my gym routine so I could stay fit for him. Then I noticed that he always payed extra attention to my belly- small as it was. He always grabbed and jiggled my butt- that only had a touch of extra meat on it. And then I learned that he likes chubby women. More than that. He likes fat women. More than that, he liked the idea of me getting fat.
And, before I knew it.. my weight started to climb. It was completely unintentional at first. Just a couple big meals on date night. I even tried losing some weight. I got back into my gym routine. But the habit was there. The hunger was there. The encouragement was there. And so I gave into it and saw where a weight gain journey might take me, confident that I could lose it all again if I wanted.
My boyfriend had become my feeder and my new body fat turned him on so much. And then the stretchmarks started to form and my belly started to dominate my figure. But I didn’t care. I was having such a good time eating anything I wanted and doing no physical activity. I joined Curvage and started doing breathless stuffing sessions, funnel feedings, belly play videos.
And the stretchmarks grew. From a handful of short ones around my belly button to long, deep stretchmarks around both my sides. My transformation has been so thorough, so complete: From thin and fit and agile to a decadent, over-indulgent couch potato, begging my feeder to order a second dinner for me, even as he tries to help me diet. He didn’t realize the process of turning me into a jiggly eating machine would be so successful. And neither did I. I’ve become more than the pig of his dreams- I’m completely insatiable. I want that full, content feeling. I love food. I love stuffing my face.
If you weren’t totally “his” before, you certainly have become so now.