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[cutiecupcakebabe]

Fit to fat

There's something so hot about being physically unfit when you're fat. Especially when you used to be fit or even athletic and then completely let go. Only then you can truly see your steps becoming heavier, walk becoming slower, hips swaying, back arching. You're out of breath quicker. Hills and stairs are starting to become an issue. Not to mention the waddle - you're forced to walk this way because of your huge belly sticking out in front of you, completely dominating your frame.

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[cutiecupcakebabe]

My favourite part of gaining weight apart from your body softening and getting pudgy is how hard everyday tasks become, especially if you used to be fit, used to go to the gym, live an active lifestyle or even used to be an athlete. Going up the stairs or keeping up with your friend's walking pace becomes an issue. Your belly prevents you from reaching to higher cabins in your kitchen, pressing against the countertop. And when you try anyway, you feel your shirt riding up as you reach out, showing off your soft tummy. You have to take breaks while doing chores around the house because you get out of breath so easily. You can't even imagine yourself running for a few seconds to catch a bus, but somehow you used to run for miles without getting tired. How did you let yourself go so easily?

[cutiecupcakebabe]

Oh, poor thing, you're so fat you can't get up from your seat? So stuffed you whine about your belly being tight and achy? So heavy it pins you to the couch and spreads your thick thighs apart? You need help standing up? Let me help. What are you saying? That you can't bend over anymore? Aww, poor thing.

[cutiecupcakebabe]

My boyfriend who knows I'm a feedee but isn't into feedism himself (or so I thought) took me to a shopping centre. I thought we'd be running errands but he almost immediately guided me to the restaurants area. There was a few of those: one with Italian food, one with Asian food, and of course one with fast food. Around the corner, on the same floor there was also a café that served huge cake slices that were made out of more cream than cake.

He sat me down and told me he'll buy me a meal from every one of those restaurants. 3 meals plus dessert couldn't be that hard, right?

First, he ordered a pizza. As we were waiting for it he got me 2 burgers, chicken nuggets and large fries. I was hungry, so it disappeared in no time. I washed it down with some coke, still smiling and chatting with my boyfriend. My belly was just starting to get visible, since without stuffing I'm fairly slim.

Then, the pizza came in. It was bigger than I expected (it covered half of the table!), with lots of toppings and an amazing, gold crust. He took a slice and so did I. But as he finished his, I was reaching out for my third. Well, out of 8 slices, I ended up eating 5.

Needless to say I started to feel my belly under my dress. It was supposed to be stretchy so it was stretched out on the round, full curve of my stomach. I leaned back and rubbed it in hope to make room for what my boyfriend was carrying to our table.

He went over to the Asian restaurant and got me a piramide of dumplings, sushi, spring rolls, shrimp and chicken. Everything deep fried. I couldn't help myself and started eating. With each bite I started to feel more stuffed. Halfway through, I was packed full. I leaned back into the restaurant booth, but he wasn't done. He switched seats and now was sitting next to me instead of across the table. Bite after bite, he fed me 20 sushi pieces while patting and rubbing my tummy with his warm hand. Everyone was side-eyeing us, I felt so embarrassed with that bloated, achy tummy in front of me. But at the same time so turned on from his touch and encouraging words. You did so good for me baby. I'm so proud of my little, full princess.

It hurt so good. It all lasted a while, probably over two hours. We ended up sitting there some more and chatting, while his hand was still on my belly. Laughing and even deep breathes caused discomfort though. When he suggested dessert I couldn't help but wonder if I won't pop. He had to help me get up, with one hand on my back. When I was finally standing I felt everything shift in my stomach. We walked slowly to the café where he got me chocolate cake, my favourite. He spoon-fed it to me since I didn't believe it'd fit in my tummy and wouldn't want to find out. But he wanted to.

We still went shopping, but it was more showing off how round and packed he made me, he looked so proud. On our way home I felt every bump or curb on the road, whining and moaning every time my tummy let out a noise or a deep gurgle. He rubbed the whole ride, telling me how much he loves me and how cute I look with my belly rounded out on my lap. Does he want to make me fat?

[cutiecupcakebabe]

Play pretend

I stuff you to the point you're bloated round and panting heavily, not being able to catch a deep breath at all. Your cheeks flustered from pleasure and exhaustion.

But that's not all.

I help you get up from the couch because you're obviously not able to do that on your own. All the extra weight I've helped you put on is now pressing you into the couch. And pressing your thick thighs apart, too.

Once you're on your feet, I pat you on your back and guide you to the door. You freeze in the hallway, looking at me with a surprised expression. "you want me to go out like this?" you ask, still breathing loudly, with one hand gently rubbing your overstuffed belly.

I want to show you off to the world, sweetheart. Show everyone I made a submissive, greedy, fat princess out of you.

I watch you struggle down the stairs, your hips swaying from side to side and your back arched, trying to even out the weight of your belly.

You waddle to the car but I shake my head. We're walking today, sweetheart. I won't allow myself to miss such a show by taking the car to the store. We're going just a few streets from home anyway, to fetch you a few snacks, since we ran out of the ones I thought will last for another few days. Your appetite is growing.

You walk slower than usual. You get out of breath faster with that stuffed belly poking from underneath your tank top. It used to be loose, but now it's clinging to your round middle and revealing some softness right above the waistband. Your jeans are hanging on for dear life too, for that matter. You had to suck in to button them when we were leaving the house, but now you're too tired to keep doing that, so they dig deep into your flesh.

We arrive at the store after a long walk that'd be much shorter if I went alone. But I couldn't resist letting you pick out the ingredients for tomorrow's stuffing.

"Hey, Isa!" we hear from behind. You turn around and notice it's your old friend from high school. Her eyes immediately land on your belly and I notice your face turning bright red from embarrassment.

"Oh my god, you're pregnant? Congratulations!" she exclaims happily.

"Thanks..." You nod and smile awkwardly. I put my hand on your belly, caressing it like a baby bump.

"Is it a boy or a girl?" your friend asks.

"It's too early to find out the gender just yet" I smile politely, kissing you on your temple.

"It doesn't look like that, you seem ready to pop!" your friend laughs and I notice you shifting uncomfortably. I tell her we have to go, still rubbing your belly which started to gurgle.

As we're walking away, I notice you pulling your top lower and trying to suck in, without much success, because your belly was still visible from all angles. "She really thought I"m pregnant" you whisper. "You're glowing, sweetheart" I assure you "No need to hide that beautiful tummy. Maybe ice-cream will help you feel better? I felt your belly rumble from hunger already". You nod eagerly and we continue shopping.

We come back home and you start to dig through the shopping bags. You open a tub of ice-cream and plop on the couch, it's gone in just 10 minutes. You open another one, but halfway through it I need to spoon-feed it to you. I don't mind though. Your belly sticks out even more than it did at the store when I finish and you're begging me for belly rubs. I don't think you actually mind those comments. I love them.

[cutiecupcakebabe]

Fat girl in gym clothes

but instead of working out, sweating and panting

she stuffs her warm, round belly

double chin wobbling

soft cheeks pressing together her greedy lips

plump fingers reaching for another fry

chunky thighs spread wide to make room for her well fed belly

maybe she's already planning which takeout to order next

instead of planning workouts and diets

even though she fit those gym clothes just fine a few months ago

she used to be so fit

watching her weight and "eating clean"

but she let herself get cozy and lazy.

[cutiecupcakebabe]

Just a pizza

It's a lazy Saturday evening, you don't really feel like cooking and decide to order a pizza. When the doorbell rings, you get up from your couch and pick up your XXL pizza, ready to not leave a single slice for tomorrow. You open it and an amazing salty smell fills your living room. The pizza, just like you requested is covered with almost every topping the place had. You pick up the first slice, watching the cheese stretch. You're so hungry it disappears in three bites. Then another one. And another. You get up to grab yourself a can of soda, but it's a bit more difficult than before. You shrug it off, but at the back of your head you think "there's no way I'm already full". You slowly walk to the kitchen and on your way back you look in the mirror. "Has my ass really been that big already?" you think to yourself. You sit back down, put on a stupid comedy show and get back to your meal. One slice. And another one. You adjust the waistband of your sweatpants. Another slice. Your shirt is getting a bit too tight. "I couldn't have gotten that bloated from just half a pizza" you think to yourself. Once slice, and another one. You try to get up to grab yourself another drink, but you sit back down with a sigh. You struggle once again, this time putting even more effort in that one, simple task. The moment you get up you feel your belly pulling you down. You waddle to the mirror, swaying your hips and trying to balance the new weight. Your sweatpants are barely holding on, cutting into your soft curves. You gasp once you see your reflection. "Since when does my belly stick out that much?". You sink your fingers in your new fat rolls. Your belly isn't tight or bloated, it's squishy, soft and warm. And then you look up, and gasp again. Your once sharp jawline disappeared completely under your double chin and plump cheeks. You walk back to your living room and grab what's left of the pizza. You stand in front of the mirror while eating the last slices and watch how you grow with each bite. Your shirt riding up a bit more each minute, your waistband creaking, the seams on your tights breaking. When you lick your plumpy fingers, you're twice the size you were just an hour ago. You can barely walk, your muscles get tired after just a few steps. Once you're back on your seat in front of the TV, you're absolutely winded and maybe, just maybe, thinking about ordering another XXL pizza.