chapter 5

Adding around seventy pounds of pure flab catapulted Joanna Kirshner into the land of fat acceptance. But it was a most reluctant acceptance. She didn't LIKE being fat. She didn't even like the IDEA of being fat. But as she viewed her over-sized gut in the bathroom mirror, she realized that regaining her once lean and trim figure would take way too much effort, energy and pain. She accepted the fat that she was a fat woman and likely to stay one for the rest of her life. That didn't mean she had to embrace this unfortunate fact of life.

And so it was that Joanna kept all the bad eating habits that had added so much gross tonnage to her anatomy. And that, coupled with all the pain and agony of even trying to move her now decidedly rotund body around, let alone exercise it, made it extremely unlikely that she would EVER be a size two again.

The good news was that her new job allowed her to hole herself up in her apartment and eat to her heart's content. She didn't have to put up with the stares and whispers pointed in her direction. She didn't have to deal with the very palpable sense of disapproval fat women got from skinny little things who ate kale salads and quinoa and tofu casseroles. But that didn't mean she had to LIKE her ponderously fattened body.

To say Joanna was depressed would have been an understatement. Her reaction to her depressed state was to eat. After all, what was comfort food for but to lend a little comfort to someone who felt like they were in distress? Two months sped by and in all that time Joanna was oblivious to the thirty-five pounds she had slapped on. That is until she had a hard time pulling up her largest pair of sweat pants over a belly that seemed to have risen like big batch of dough. She barely managed to yank the sweats over her greatly expanded butt, getting them just above her butt crack, but she couldn't even come close to getting the offending sportswear anywhere near her incredibly deep and round belly button.

She plopped herself on the condo floor and just stared at her reflection in the bedroom's full length mirror. She was very near to tears when suddenly she just grabbed her belly with both hands and jiggled it like a gigantic bowl of Jello. Lo and behold, all she could do was laugh. Not just a tiny little titter mind you but a full-throated guffaw. "Damn!", she said to herself. "This feels GOOD! Why didn't anybody tell me about this?". And for the next hour Joanna started to explore her new FAT body, not with fear and loathing but with a rising crescendo of pleasure and passion. Before you knew it she experienced wave after wave of orgasmic delight. She hefted her now pendulous breasts and found even MORE pure pleasure as she dropped those fat sacs on her ponderous belly.

And so it was that Joanna Kirshner began to move beyond mere acceptance of her newly fattened state, she began to embrace it for the tactically sensual condition it was. It was the opening of a new door of pleasure for the once lithe and lean woman she had once been!