So my weight once I had children fluctuated but the heaviest for me was never more than 170 and I never stayed that weight for any consistent amount of time...

Growing up I was always slender and fit. I was in the military and also a gym rat for a long time.

In 2011 I met my ex partner and I was at a very slim size 4... I don’t know how much I weighed because it distressed me how much weight I was losing without trying. My thighs were no longer touching, all my clothes had gotten way too big... I prefer to have some thickness, I still liked having some curves...

But my partner liked skinny girls... so I was his type then... what I didn’t know was I was getting involved with a covert narcissist, who definitely didn’t like it as I started to regain some of that weight.

He cheated on me with a tiny skinny girl...

I still stayed. He abused me in many other ways too.

I knew he didn’t like fat girls and so I stared to enjoy gaining weight... eventually I left him and after I left him I learned he was cheating on me again with another tiny skinny girl...

I have dated too many men into me when I was thicker to be to concerned about dating again but still I enjoy humiliation a lot now.

My boyfriend now worships me and my body but we don’t do monogomy and so I still get to play with others that will humiliate me for getting so fat, and letting myself go.

But getting really fat has definitely been a way to claim myself after leaving that abusive awful relationship. It feels naughty and subversive to get fat and so I’m all for it.

And I love when people can’t help themselves and love fat even when society tells us not to. 🤤

I have recently hit that 2x size... it’s another world when you hit that size and it’s mostly my belly and since I usually only wear dresses anyway I have definitely considered maternity dresses and a solution to still being able have a cute selection, not just tents.

Whenever I do look at maternity stuff it definitely gives me feelings tho...

Having a belly so big people aren’t sure if I’m pregnant or fat is really exciting and slightly humiliating for me. 🤤

If I find a maternity dresses I really like I’m sure I’ll buy them.

Edited to add this picture because Facebook tried to sell me this dress after I posted this answer. I would wear this but wouldn’t spend $30 on it, I don’t like it *that* much. But I found the coincidence funny.

I do like the color pink it is tho because I always associate that color with pigs 🐷 💗

I find this to be hot too. I find the exploitative nature of it to be the best part.

Get me drunk and high and feed me and fuck me. Perfect night.

That means you are morbidly obese! Doesn’t it feel naughty?! 🤤

It’s funny how quickly my mood can change.

I almost gave in today!

Not because he asked to but just because we had such a wonderful day and I love him so much I wanted to be as physically close to him as possible.

I knew he was already going to cum quickly and that’s what kinda held me back from giving in.

It was still a great time tho. Nothing dramatic or intense just sweet and loving and intimate.

So I may give in at any time if I feel the need to just be close...

This.

I’m much less worried about how someone looks and much more aware about how they are as a human being.

I met my current and very fit partner on a dating app. His words and sense of humor jumped out at me and I was smitten from jump and immediately messaged him.

He said I had been on his radar for awhile but he was shy!

One thing that does tend to catch my eye on dating apps is when someone says something along the lines of, what you look like is irrelevant to me and then they list the things that actually matter to them.

This is a direct quote from my partner’s profile...

'Strong woman' with a high tolerance for massages and cunnil[CENSORED]. Funny and incorrigibly playful. High EQ. Sensitive, but not as over-sensitive as me (I bleed kittens, it's not manly). A caring person. Authentic as fuck. Seeking deep connection. Sexual tornado. Alright with polyamory, and alright with my weird ass.’

I read that and immediately thought, he’s looking for ME!

And we still giggle about how perfectly he described me!

I think the ‘trick’ is to be authentic and let that speak for itself.

Update!

So it’s a little more than the halfway point!

Today was amazing.

First we started with spending time outside in the warm weather... then back to my place... immediately we were cuddling and nursing. Always a favorite for us both.

Then he started with massaging my butt and back. It felt amazing. Then he was resting his head on my butt and breathing me in because he’s obsessed with my holes...

That led to kisses and licking... which led to fingers and some of the most intense vaginal orgasms I have ever had. It was, WOW. I completely lost control.

Then we cuddled and I was very sleepy but I wanted to take care of him and so we started kissing and I started stroking him. He was so hard and so needy.

I mentioned that to him and he started telling me how he was jacking off last night edging himself but never came because he loves to be needy for me... while he’s telling me this he is playing with my belly and my nipple and I cum so hard. I say to him, I came so hard because YOU didn’t... and that ramps us both up even more.

I spread my legs so he can finger me some more while I continue to delicately stroke him...

I usually just use spit for lube and I make sure to lube up my fat roll too even tho he’s yet in a position to get to it completely... I tease him a lit as he fingers me telling me over and over how much he loves me being in control, how he loves being desperate for me and I just keep coming...

I finally make him stop fingering me and I lay so I can pull him my fat roll but he’s so sensitive and desperate every touch nearly makes him cum so I’m going very slow...

I touched him a little too much and it made him squirt a little which he can usually control and stop if I stop... so I completely pulled away and stopped touching him...

I can’t remember what I said to him while this happened but in a desperate voice he said oh no I don’t think I can stop!! As soon as I laughed and said it was ok he grabbed me and just started fucking my fat roll in desperation!

I didn’t even have to put him there he did it all on his own this time! He was so desperate, it was so sexy...

I came again just from that, so much so I squirted again. We both laughed and grasped ahold of each other.

Then I took his hand and put it between my legs so he could see how much I came!

He was so more excited and happy about that than his own orgasm!

So 13 more days and it’ll be a month since we’ve have had PIV sex. I don’t really miss it and I don’t think he does either.

He hasn’t even asked to be inside of my cunt.

Come the 13th should I tell him what I have been doing or should I wait a bit longer?

(unless he brings it up, if he were to say something I would be honest about what I have been doing, he won’t be upset)

I knew this was gonna be fun but I don’t know if I even expected it to be this freaking hot. 🤤

Trust me my partner and I feel extraordinarily lucky to have found each other. EXTRAORDINARILY!

Part of the reason we can indulge the way that we do is because of the connection we have outside of the bedroom.

I’m 45, he’s 40... Hands down this is one of the healthiest silliest kindest relationships I have ever been in... but we wouldn’t have had the same skills 10 years ago to be as capable as we are now.

I had to learn to accept being spoiled, he had to learn what he really wanted.

Last night after a very active day in the sunshine, I was in a lot of pain due to an old injury... on our way home he stopped and bought me some ice cream... then cuddled me... then gave me some amazing orgasms... then tucked me in bed and went to the store for me... I woke up to some of my favorite candies on my nightstand and the Gatorade I needed. (i have low blood pressure and Gatorade helps normalize it)

And he says he loves to spoil me because I am always spoiling him. So it’s very mutual and motivated more from love than kink but damn the kinky parts are fun af!

So we still haven’t had PIV sex. He’s orgasmed inside my fat roll twice since my last post.

I have had the most incredible orgasms from his hands... I feel like I’m conditioning myself too. It’s so hot having him obsessed with my belly.

He was so embarrassed the last time I started stroking him between my fat because he was going to cum so quickly from it... he said, oh no! Oh no mommy I miss your cunt and I just laughed and stroked harder until he made a mess all over me. Then I cuddled and gave him all the kisses and love.

I really want to try to make it until the 13th of March... tho I admit when we first start making out I miss him inside me... but by the time he’s used his hands the temptation is over. 🤤

I really like the idea of being rejected for being too skinny!

I was just reading someone’s profile and their requirements are that a woman under 5’ 5 be more than 275!

I really like that he was huge and obese himself! Society implies to fat people that they don’t get to be picky so the subversion of it all really pushes mu buttons.

Imagine having a crush tell me I’m not enough of a pig for his taste so I go home repeatedly stuffing myself with food until I meet his standards. 🤤🤤🤤