My Weight Gain Story

Part 2 stuffing

Two weeks later....
Weight-176

After starting to stuff myself nightly i began to notice my everyday black jeans where getting tighter and tighter. I didnt think I would like it so much. It hugged my thighs and belly. I felt my legs begin to shake, but i needed to stop and start the day.

Heading to school that day i couldn't stop thinking about eating. Every class i would watch the time go by waiting for lunch. It wasn't unusual for my friends to bring extra snacks in at lunch. They all really liked sweets and they would always give me hand fulls. The more i thought about this the more my stomach growled.

Heading back to my table i noticed my friends had brought more food than normal. Then i realized it was someone's birthday today. A little ball of excitement burned in me as i watched the food being opened. I was finally handed a plate. It had yellow cake, cookies, and oddly enough, gold fish. I wasn't complaining about the odd combination i just wanted to fill my gut. I began to eat and for some reason i wasn't getting full. I had just finished my plate and my belly still growled demanding more.

My friends began to slowly stop eating, but they still had foods on their plates. They began asking around for who wanted the rest. I ended up eating the last four plates. I was a little embarrassed with how much was infront of me but i didn't care. I began to eat every cake, cookie, and crumb off those plates. I felt my stomach slowly get full. My friend where off talking to another group so i began to eat faster. Now where i sat in the lunch area it was more excluded than the big room since there are always to many kids we couldn't fix. I threw away my embarrassment and shoved everything down my throat.

I took a big breath then began to chug the small chocolate milk box. After it was finished i sat for a moment looking at my belly. It was so bloated full of sweets. I was so embarrassed turning red. I decided to run to the bathroom and slam myself into a stall. I rubbed My belly till the end of lunch. It wasn't as bloat to the point i could hide it with a hoodie. The only problem was my stomach kept growling in class. Thank god no one could tell it was me.

It was finally the end of the day and heading home was my only priority. The bus ride home was so rocky i though i was going to puke, but thank god i didn't.

Finally being home i threw off my hoodie and looked into the mirror. My belly was still bloated and poking out. I wanted it bigger. Much much bigger.

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After taking off my hoodie I decided to take a shower, so i started undressing. i noticed how it was a little harder to pull down over my thighs. I began to blush at the thought of more weight. Looking now in the bathroom mirror i realized that i always suck in my stomach. This has been a habit all my life since i was to scared of others opinions.

   I wanted to see my belly, to let it now, and even hold it. I let my gut go from sucking in and i didn't realize how heavy it can be. I didn't want to be ashamed. I wanted to feel the heaviness. I was doing this to feel it after all. I let the water run to get warm, and i continue to look at myself. My ass and thighs have changed to a more dough like. I love it. Trying not to get lost in the mirror i went in the water shower.

   As i washed i couldn't help but rub over my whole body. It's soft, giggly texture, the way it moved when I did. It was hypnotizing. As i rubbed soap over my belly i was lost in the gut.