Since February, I've been keeping track of my increasing weight. I even drew a little dot line graph to see the progress. I've gone from 231 to 247.3 lbs. I got to my highest of 248.8 lbs and I felt huge and sexy; I really wanted to get to 250 lbs.
My belly and back fat have grown a lot, and I've had to invest in bra extenders because my love handles are getting so fat. I like touching my belly in shirts I'm starting to out grow. XL t-shirts are feeling very snug and show the outline of my belly and love handles. I've also especially enjoyed the sensation of my belly being a perch for my boobs. My boobs are average size (C cups) so my belly expanding to a pants size 22 makes them feel smaller in comparison. I fantasize about seeing red angry stretch marks on my belly.
I've really liked being extra indulgent during breakfast. I'd let myself have two muffins or three in a day, when normally I'd just eat one. Of course I don't just do muffins, I have protein like scrambled eggs and sausages too.
I'm having fun being a good little fatty. I love imagining how a 20 lb or even 50 lb gain would encumber me even more.
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