Tiny To Tubby To Chunky To Fat GirlSo I decided to live on the wild side and blow off my diet. I decided to eat whatever I wanted 5 months ago. The plan then was only for a week and then I'd see how much weight I'd gained. In that week I gained like, 4 pounds. I was pretty slender but not skinny before that so I kind of had a "dead baby" on my stomach. That little bit of baby fat. So I decided that maybe I should stop... but I couldn't! I wanted to eat... a lot. So in those two weeks I gained 10 pounds. Well it was all going to my belly. Like, you could see my ribs two weeks prior very clearly but now they were barely visible. Strangely enough, I was liking this pudgy side. Well I live some place where it's hot year round, so the pool was a fabulous idea... or so I thought. I put on a bikini and admired myself from the side to see that within these three weeks I had got lovehandles. I actually loved them... and then I saw what was connected... a belly. It pooched out quite a bit. My friends called for my and I couldn't answer I was so stunned. Normally girls would be like, I can't go outside... but I liked this pudgy side of me. So I went outside. My friends stared. One asked me "Whoa, a little pudgy?", another "Are you pregnant... or is that a food baby?" then my friend who has known me forever said "Guys, I think she gained some weight." I looked down at my belly and smiled a little. "I kind of like it." I stated and then one of my friends poked my pudgy tummy. She shrugged and said "If you like being fatty go for it." I thought about it and decided I did.
At the end of March I was officially tubby. My thighs were masked with cellulite and my belly jiggled whenever I walked. My face was round from the start so now I had a double chin. I walked into the grocery store and saw one of my old friends. I couldn't believe it was her. I called her name and she turned around. Her eyes got real big and she said my name like a question. I nodded and she approached me. It turned out she was only going to be in town for a few days. She only looked at my stomach. I just flat out addressed it since I liked being chunky. "I don't mind if you ask how I got so chunky, you know?" I smiled. She shook her head. She had always been a bad liar. "You aren't chunky, just tubby." she commented. I gave her my number and she said she'd call me to go out to a movie with her and her boyfriend and his friend. I agreed.
When I got home I exited the car and my neighbor just appeared out of thin air. He's about fifty so it was weird he was talking to 19 year old me. I was polite and said hi. "Don't be scared, but I like the new you." he had said. I raised my brows. I knew what he meant but I wanted to hear it from someone who liked me tubby. "You know, this new..." he started. I rolled my eyes and smiled. "You like me at 147 pounds. Just be blatant." I laughed. "Okay, I like you chubby. But I'm going to go before your dad sicks the mutts on me." he smiled. I was still weirded out so I waved bye. "Keep it up, chubba bubba." he called.
Mid April I was really surprised at my weight. I was 159 pounds... and loving this jiggly belly, flabby thighs, and double chin. One day I was lying on my bed with only a bra on just squeezing my belly and slapping it softly. I loved seeing it jiggle and sway. I could barely see this top of my feet and then I decided that I kind of wanted to not see them. It was a weird desire but... I wanted to go from chubby to chunky. So I went ahead and ate away. My parents told me to cut down since they were paying for food so I borrowed money from friends and bought more food. A lot more.
By May my feet were no longer visible. I had gone from a seven in jeans to a fourteen. I woke one morning and had the sudden urge to look at myself. I got up and walked to the mirror. I had gotten rolls that you could see through my camisole and my thighs looked like cottage cheese. I put on some jeans, they looked like they were gonna pop off. I thought I'd add a belt to make them look even tighter and when I did... it literally popped off. I didn't mind. I decided to weigh myself. 168 and 5'5. I did my morning ritual of eating and moving my belly from side to side loving the fatness. The only thing I didn't like was the heat outside everything was hotter. However, I thought it was cool not to see my toes.
My parents went on a date and I decided to read outside. I waddled(thighs were touching with kinda hurt) down the steps and smiled at my jiggly belly. My neighbor was watering his flowers. He had gone on a trip and just got back( From mid april to mid may). I waved hi to him and he looked at me. His eyes widened again and he threw down the hose. "My oh my, someone packed it on." he said walking over to me. I blushed and set my hands on my hips.
"I got someone I'd like you to meet." he smiled running back inside. Outside emerged a cute boy with spiked blond hair. He was 5'6 probably and was a little chunkily lean. "This is my neighbor." he said introducing the boy to me. "This is..." he began. My neighbor rolled his eyes. "Yes, this is the chunky girl I told you about. She doesn't mind being told that." "I don't." I added. He looked at me and smiled. "Good, because you sure have some meet on t hose bones." he laughed. I just placed my hands on my belly and winked. I waddled back over to the lawn chair and slowly sat back down. I thought back to my latest weight gain from this morning. A whole to pounds. An even 170
At the end of June I weigh 191 pounds. It was hard to move but I didn't care. I liked caressing my large belly and switching from plus juniors to maternity. People would say "How far along are you?" I'd say "Not pregnant, hun. Just fat." I went to a club with some friends and a guy came up to me. "May I?" he asked pointing to my jiggly belly. I raised my brows at him. "I'm not pregnant." "I know." he grinned. He just wanted to touch my fat. A little odd... but I liked it. "Go on." I said. His finger poked at my belly. It was really soft so it wasn't difficult. He put his hands on either side, lifted it and let it drop letting it jiggle. "If you don't mind me saying, you are fat." he smiled. "I know." He told me he was a chubby chaser and we went to his car. I squeezed in. He smiled and kissed me. I removed my sweater to where I was only wearing a camisole and he ran his fingers on my rolls. He began to kneed my belly like dough. I couldn't help but push it out farther.
When he got done playing with my fat he said, "It's so hard to find fat pretty girls these days." I just smiled. He looked embarrassed. "This is weird but can you just say it?" I asked him what he meant and he said "Say your fat. It just turns me on a little." he admitted. I leaned forward over my gut and whispered "I am fat." Emphasis on the 't'.
It's now July. I am 201 pounds and am still with club guy. I might move in with him at the end of august. Should I continue to gain weight. I love being so chunky and rubbing my belly. Where should I stop, and does anyone else like feeling their belly jiggle like jello? Haha.