I Got Fat (and I Like It?)

Chapter 1 - Widening waistline

I played soccer for most of my youth and I've always been pretty lean. I was a midfielder who was pretty quick on her feet. I took a break to try some new things, because I'd only done soccer with me life. I ended up putting on nearly 30 pounds.

I was HORRIFIED, disgusted and swore to lose the weight, but my then girlfriend started teasing me about it and something just clicked.

She encouraged me to get a desk job, then to work from home. I became pretty sedentary, and spent more time lounging around. I had never done that before, even as a child. I was extremely active, I genuinely enjoyed it, and I didn't know anything else.

As time progressed, she'd encourage me to eat more frequently, and in larger portions. After putting on over 50 pounds, she would call my things like "chubs", "butterball" or just reminding me "you're pretty chunky now!"

It was such a weird turn on. As I was walking down the stairs I felt my tummy jiggle for the first time. I was instantly aroused. From there I started feeling my own belly and jiggling it in front of the mirror at every opportunity.

I was already an emotional eater, so I knew what it meant to overeat, but I knew how to control it after learning some techniques. All of that went out the WINDOW when she took me on a food tour. I ate all the things I was never allowed to have before.

I knew what I was doing, but I just couldn't stop eating. Previously I ate to satisfy hunger. Now, I have to feel filled. I have to be uncomfortably full of food.

As I started approaching the 80 pound mark I realized I had this weird, HARDCORE arousal when she would grab my belly and jiggle it, whenever she called me names, whenever someone would point out my weight gain, or when clothes were tighter/stopped fitting.

I had other minimal discoveries throughout the beginning of my exploration. I liked the feeling of flatulence. She'd push in on my belly to make space for more food. It made me feel like a pig (and I'd loved it!).

It was a strange revelation, because I'd also recently learned that I like hardcore humiliation. I like being given enemas for my constipation. I love occasionally having diarrhea. I love having strangers pat, jiggle and pinch my belly while scolding me about my weight.

It seems so wrong but it feels so right.