chapter 1 - the first stuffing

It was a nice vacation. I needed to step outside my usual bullshit, and I managed that for a fleeting moment. But now it was time for school again—time for expecting the moon and doing everything to achieve it.

I spent some time getting school supplies together. I didn’t want to wake up tomorrow and find out I didn’t have pencils or something. It was highlighters that I was missing

As I went to change out of my pajamas and into something I could wear outside, slightly more of me appeared in the mirror. My belly drooped more when bending over. I thought this was a trick of the light at first, so I did my best to ignore it. It was harder to ignore the newfound difficulty in pulling up my pants. The tightness of my pants became apparent midway up my thighs, but was undeniable once I forced them up to my waist. I moved to button my pants but somehow my hand move to my belly instead. It was definitely softer than before. I pinched about an inch of fat and knew that the highlighters had to wait.

I knew I was into weight gain since I was a child. I would love to make my sims overeat and plump up when no one was looking. I also knew early on that weight gain was shameful. Thus I locked that part of myself away. But now, I was curious. I had the night to myself and wanted to enjoy this brief moment of fatness before I lost the weight.

I went ahead and ordered some fast food to come to my apartment while I surveyed the damage. I started my weighing myself. “160lbs” flashed on the screen. That meant I gained 10lbs over the summer! I quickly forced my pants to button and went to look in the mirror. The tightness of the pants accentuated my slight love handles and my belly pooched ever so slightly over the waistband. I took off my shirt and noticed the start of some moobs. As I went to squeeze one of my moobs, I noticed that my arm was thicker as I heard the doorbell ring.

I quickly went to grab the food after putting my shirt back on. After observing some of the damage, I was keen to do more, if only for a night. I went back to my room, took my shirt back off, and dug into the fast food passionately. I began by dipping my fries into my milkshake, before moving to just cramming my burger into my fast in between swigs of shake. My hand couldn’t help but to drift to my belly. It was soft, yet increasingly firm. It also was straining my pants more and more. So, I went ahead and unbuttoned. My hand moved to the newly liberated portion of belly, and I felt a tinge of joy as I felt the very bottom of my pooch. There was a bit of pure fat before the firmness of my belly was reached.

I finished my meal and was obsessed with my belly. I kept feeling all around it while looking at my new shape in the mirror and imagining myself becoming undeniably fat. I knew I couldn’t keep this weight so I took some pictures for posterity.

And for about a week, this was my experiment in fatness. I ate better, I lived more healthily, but I kept wondering what could be if I didn’t care so much. Over the course of the week, I began to check FeedistLife, this online fat fetish community I had been a gray face in for awhile, more frequently. I began to admire the users who truly let themselves go. On a whim, I uploaded some of the pictures I took. I didn’t receive much attention, but the mere act of letting other people see my through my eyes opened something in me. I wasn’t gonna gain or anything but I was going to indulge every now and then. That was the plan, until I met April.