chapter 1

I was pretty thin with a pretty good breast, a good booty. I had a waist so thin that I could grab on side of it in my hand with no problems at all.
I wasn’t eating very well, I was famishing myself because I wanted to be thin and beautiful like the other girls.
Finely I saw a part of my family during December. when they saw me they were totally shocked by how thin I was, they were like “what’s happening? Are you okay? You don’t seem to eat a lot” and finely said to me “you have to eat more to gain a little of weight because you’re way to thin”. I understood what they were saying and yeah they were right I was thin with my 72kg. I said to myself “when you going home you’re gonna eat a little more to go up to 80kg max”.
I went home and I was 74kg that was great because that’s wasn’t to much. I decided to eat a little more and then the president announced the quarantine. I was at home all day long and I was doing the less effort possible. I started to command my food and not going in supermarket to take them. I was always laying in bed watching some films and eating something. I decided to stop restrain myself because I thought it would be better so I started to order some fast food verry often on the app Deliveroo. With my new daily routine I started to feel lazier and more round but it was still okay. I up to 80kg in no time and without knowing I was further than that…
When I weighed myself I was up to 82kg so I said to myself “that’s okay you can go up to 85kg you stil pretty thin with you’re small waist”. I continued eating like I was and I finally get over 85kg. Danm it was like I couldn’t stop myself.
I uploaded an app to monitoring my weight . On this type of app you have to tape you’re weight of beginning, you’re weight goal … and on mine, my weight goal was 80kg after 85…88…
I stop wanted to grow because I thought that was great like that but unconsciously I gained. One day I stepped up on my scale and saw 90kg. How did I gain that much ? I was in total incomprehension. I went to see my family again and they were happy to see that I was a little bigger and seemed happier and healthier. When I went at their home I was 92kg. I had the Covid so I lose a little of weight. I passed 3 weeks at their home and ate more that at my home because with them I was eating 3 meals a day. When I first arrived I had a pretty good black jean that I loved so much, belt was useless with it so it was cool. It was pretty loose around my waist so i was happy. I started to feel it tighter on me but not something extraordinary. Some weeks later I was at 95kg. I started to see more butt and tights and breast and for sure belly. I discovered with an inspection of my body that I had big stretch-marks on my love handles, yeah because I started to have some love handles and some stretch-marks on my tights and arms. I decided to reput my favorite jean to return at school and when I tried to put it on it was hard to pass by my tights and when i managed to put up I had hard time to button it up. I said to myself “that’s okay it’s just a little tight you’re just a bit bloated..” I started to walk a little with it but that was painful and I decided to sit down to see what it does and Danm my belly was painfully strapped in it, it was really uncomfortable. My upper belly was just covering the button of the Jean. I really had to unbuttoned it to realise all the pressure on my belly. My belly was sitting on my lap a little when I just took it off my Jean with a little jiggle. I was a little sad that I gain that much weight and I wasn’t feeling good so I return to sleep and ordered food to help me get good about the fact that a gain a little. That a logical way to fix that, no?! Finally weeks later I did some shopping to buy new clothes that fit but I bought them to big.
I decided to look at my closet and see what I going to keep and what not. So I tried all of the clothes one by one. Some of my T-shirt wasn’t going by my breast, some other was super tight around my arms. Some skirts that I didn’t wear since some months didn’t go up my tight and if it was they didn’t button up. I had some pretty dresses that didn’t zip up thought to my belly and love handles. I could save some of the clothes. I weighed myself some weeks later and Danm I was at 98kg. My belly was rounder and started to hang a little. My tights rubbed more when I was walking that caused me to ripped my second favorite Jean. When I took it off I just saw that where my tights were rubbing there was no fabric left. What the fuck my tight ate the Jean ?
I tried again all of my clothes and saw that more of them was to tight to me. I had a beautiful leopard dress since I was thin and i remembered That it was making me a beautiful waist. When I tried it on at 99kg I had hard time pulling it down and around my belly it was tight, I had the impression that I was pregnant with my round belly. I was looking huge, I could see all of my feet, because yeah I ate well that night.
I up to 99kg-100kg when I eat well and my belly jiggle more when I walk and I think that’s crazy. My belly need more rubbing even if I don’t stuffed it.
I tried some jumping jacks after a meal but I didn’t do a lot… I was out of breath and hungry after that. I feel lazier and now have no way to wrap my hand around my waist, it’s to big.

I hope you loved the reading and that it have not a lot of mistakes. It’s the first time and the first story. ☺️