Cassandra Craves

As most of you may know, I have been under 145 lbs for most of my life. All of the clothes I've purchased over the years including some of my favorite outfits are an X-S or Small. (I actually just looked up what an extra small label looks like because its been that long since I've seen one!) When I traveled to AZ from back east, I left most of my personal belongings and clothing there with me. Not that it matters now anyway. The fast growth I've had in the last year has made it nearly impossible to keep up with what sizes to wear and worse yet, what clothes I can and cannot fit into anymore!
With the move and my most recent split with my former feeder, I have had to buckle down without being able to afford new clothing. This being said, I have like 2 stretch pants I fit into. One of which, has holes on the inner thighs! I told my mom how fat I was getting and although as she expressed it she "sympathizes" and it would "benefit me to start running again," she fortunately bought me two pairs of pants with ELASTIC WAISTBANDS. I thought those were only for maternity wear but I gave them a shot.
The first month wearing them I was excited! No worry about them sliding off of my waist or my love handles pouring out from the sides. Then came the ill truth I never thought I would experience...the gray ones she bought me, the button POPPED OFF. Oh well, I thought, I still have the robin's egg blue pair....then...to MY HORROR, I was on my way to volunteer at a rock & gem show. Volunteering meant I would be working one of the booths and the floor during the show. Which meant a lot of standing and being noticed if someone needed help with anything. I pop into the bathroom before my shift begins and MY PANTS ARE RIPPED IN THE BACK. I was wearing HOT PINK panties and they were VIBRANT contrasting with the light blue pants. I was MORTIFIED! "Omg, omg, what do i do!?" This would never happen if I was skinny again. I started to feel upset but remembered I was wearing a hoodie that day I could tie around my waist.
Embarrassed and totally understanding the weight of my size, I quickly became the fat lady who ripped her pants at the show. Let's see when the new year starts if new clothes are in the cards to stop the ripping, tearing, bulging and button poppping!! 
xoxo Cassandra Craves

I just moved to the southwest when I met my boyfriend. We’ve only been dating for a week and one day, I needed to borrow his phone to look up a recipe online because my phone battery died. I love to cook and I wanted to make us a special meal that night.
 
He got really nervous when I picked up his phone and immediately I thought the worst. We never had the “talk” about monogamy so I figured he might be seeing other people. He reassured me this wasn’t the case but he asked me to “please not go through his pictures.” I wondered what skeletons (or piggies!) he had in his closet but I didn’t want to pry.
 
We went on vacation together a few more weeks into our relationship. We were still getting to know each other but he said there was something he was afraid to tell me and he didn’t know when or how. He said it was something he has revealed to his past girlfriends and they had some issues with it.
 
I knew he was into horror movies so I was hoping it wasn’t something gruesome like wanting to cut me up into little pieces or make voodoo dolls out of my skin!
 
He slowly started to reveal things. Clues as to what it was. He said he “likes to spoil women” and he “likes to be teased.” He wanted me to “tease him with my curves.”
 
He had some problems in the bedroom becoming fully erect at times and I didn’t understand why. He said it definitely wasn’t my fault but it was because of the things he has enjoyed sexually since he was a teenager.
 
I was always very fit and trim my entire life. When we met eachother I put on a tiny bit of weight but nothing too noticable. With the little weight I did have, I noticed during sex, he would firmly grip onto my love handles, caress the blubber on my thighs and he would jiggle the fat on my body.
 
When I said I wanted to get an ab roller one day to workout, his face became flushed and he looked like he was going to faint!
 
I finally needed to know what this damn secret was and I assured him I would not judge him for it.
 
He then showed me this site, curvage, and I was astounded! I was relieved his fetish revolved around appreciating the thick and curvaceous bodies of women. I love to eat too so it was double excitement!
 
He said a few years back, he saw a magazine poking fun at Anna Nicole Smith for gaining weight. When he saw it, he was intrigued and he grew rock hard from how big she had gotten.
 
He was a part of the feeder / feedee community for almost 7 years before we met. He was so happy when he found out curvage was back because it disappeared for a little while. He has an extensive collection of illustrations by artists of large women in costumes. He couldn’t resist going onto the website for his pleasure when I was out of town for a month. I knew this fetish wasn’t just going to go away so I joined in!
 
I was always very shy about gaining weight. I remember when I was 40 lbs smaller than I am now, I was embarrassed to wear bikinis because I thought I looked too big. This was a great opportunity for me to embrace my natural shape and god-given curves at any size. I started to really enjoy when he would buy me treats like cupcakes and ice cream. He would watch me eat and caress my tummy as I stuffed them into my mouth at the same time.
 
A week or so after seeing curvage, I knew I wanted to be a curvage model. He was happy to let me use his account. Fortunately, I finally changed the name to CASSANDRA CRAVES. He provides the food and snacks, I do the rest. Plus, he gets the first peek into my new videos before they are posted. I was thrilled to see the beautiful and sexy people on this site showing off their hot curvy bodies and those who are appreciating them.
 
Now, even if we broke up, I would still be gaining and post content on here!
 
I love being able to show my fans how much I’ve grown and my new piggy ways. My greedy mouth, my thick thighs and my jiggling belly will make you rock hard giving you that mouth-watering look I love seeing on my feeders face.
 
It feels sooooo good to know you all love my curves just as much as I do!
 
XOXO Cassandra Craves ❤️



 

I just moved to the southwest when I met my boyfriend. We’ve only been dating for a week and one day, I needed to borrow his phone to look up a recipe online because my phone battery died. I love to cook and I wanted to make us a special meal that night.
 
He got really nervous when I picked up his phone and immediately I thought the worst. We never had the “talk” about monogamy so I figured he might be seeing other people. He reassured me this wasn’t the case but he asked me to “please not go through his pictures.” I wondered what skeletons (or piggies!) he had in his closet but I didn’t want to pry.
 
We went on vacation together a few more weeks into our relationship. We were still getting to know each other but he said there was something he was afraid to tell me and he didn’t know when or how. He said it was something he has revealed to his past girlfriends and they had some issues with it.
 
I knew he was into horror movies so I was hoping it wasn’t something gruesome like wanting to cut me up into little pieces or make voodoo dolls out of my skin!
 
He slowly started to reveal things. Clues as to what it was. He said he “likes to spoil women” and he “likes to be teased.” He wanted me to “tease him with my curves.”
 
He had some problems in the bedroom becoming fully erect at times and I didn’t understand why. He said it definitely wasn’t my fault but it was because of the things he has enjoyed sexually since he was a teenager.
 
I was always very fit and trim my entire life. When we met eachother I put on a tiny bit of weight but nothing too noticable. With the little weight I did have, I noticed during sex, he would firmly grip onto my love handles, caress the blubber on my thighs and he would jiggle the fat on my body.
 
When I said I wanted to get an ab roller one day to workout, his face became flushed and he looked like he was going to faint!
 
I finally needed to know what this damn secret was and I assured him I would not judge him for it.
 
He then showed me this site, curvage, and I was astounded! I was relieved his fetish revolved around appreciating the thick and curvaceous bodies of women. I love to eat too so it was double excitement!
 
He said a few years back, he saw a magazine poking fun at Anna Nicole Smith for gaining weight. When he saw it, he was intrigued and he grew rock hard from how big she had gotten.
 
He was a part of the feeder / feedee community for almost 7 years before we met. He was so happy when he found out curvage was back because it disappeared for a little while. He has an extensive collection of illustrations by artists of large women in costumes. He couldn’t resist going onto the website for his pleasure when I was out of town for a month. I knew this fetish wasn’t just going to go away so I joined in!
 
I was always very shy about gaining weight. I remember when I was 40 lbs smaller than I am now, I was embarrassed to wear bikinis because I thought I looked too big. This was a great opportunity for me to embrace my natural shape and god-given curves at any size. I started to really enjoy when he would buy me treats like cupcakes and ice cream. He would watch me eat and caress my tummy as I stuffed them into my mouth at the same time.
 
A week or so after seeing curvage, I knew I wanted to be a curvage model. He was happy to let me use his account. Fortunately, I finally changed the name to CASSANDRA CRAVES. He provides the food and snacks, I do the rest. Plus, he gets the first peek into my new videos before they are posted. I was thrilled to see the beautiful and sexy people on this site showing off their hot curvy bodies and those who are appreciating them.
 
Now, even if we broke up, I would still be gaining and post content on here!
 
I love being able to show my fans how much I’ve grown and my new piggy ways. My greedy mouth, my thick thighs and my jiggling belly will make you rock hard giving you that mouth-watering look I love seeing on my feeders face.
 
It feels sooooo good to know you all love my curves just as much as I do!
 
XOXO Cassandra Craves ❤️



 

OMG!!! My jeans are too tight. OMG!! You can see my love handles. OMG!! I look like a stuffed sausage in this dresss! 
Ths is the shit that used to run through my head all of the time. 
And it still does. 
But now, thanks to my horrible addiction to feederism 😉 I stopped thinking that you should think its gross, the way I think its gross. 
Got it? 
XOXO Cassandra Craves

I just moved to the southwest when I met my boyfriend. We’ve only been dating for a week and one day, I needed to borrow his phone to look up a recipe online because my phone battery died. I love to cook and I wanted to make us a special meal that night.
 
He got really nervous when I picked up his phone and immediately I thought the worst. We never had the “talk” about monogamy so I figured he might be seeing other people. He reassured me this wasn’t the case but he asked me to “please not go through his pictures.” I wondered what skeletons (or piggies!) he had in his closet but I didn’t want to pry.
 
We went on vacation together a few more weeks into our relationship. We were still getting to know each other but he said there was something he was afraid to tell me and he didn’t know when or how. He said it was something he has revealed to his past girlfriends and they had some issues with it.
 
I knew he was into horror movies so I was hoping it wasn’t something gruesome like wanting to cut me up into little pieces or make voodoo dolls out of my skin!
 
He slowly started to reveal things. Clues as to what it was. He said he “likes to spoil women” and he “likes to be teased.” He wanted me to “tease him with my curves.”
 
He had some problems in the bedroom becoming fully erect at times and I didn’t understand why. He said it definitely wasn’t my fault but it was because of the things he has enjoyed sexually since he was a teenager.
 
I was always very fit and trim my entire life. When we met eachother I put on a tiny bit of weight but nothing too noticable. With the little weight I did have, I noticed during sex, he would firmly grip onto my love handles, caress the blubber on my thighs and he would jiggle the fat on my body.
 
When I said I wanted to get an ab roller one day to workout, his face became flushed and he looked like he was going to faint!
 
I finally needed to know what this damn secret was and I assured him I would not judge him for it.
 
He then showed me this site, curvage, and I was astounded! I was relieved his fetish revolved around appreciating the thick and curvaceous bodies of women. I love to eat too so it was double excitement!
 
He said a few years back, he saw a magazine poking fun at Anna Nicole Smith for gaining weight. When he saw it, he was intrigued and he grew rock hard from how big she had gotten.
 
He was a part of the feeder / feedee community for almost 7 years before we met. He was so happy when he found out curvage was back because it disappeared for a little while. He has an extensive collection of illustrations by artists of large women in costumes. He couldn’t resist going onto the website for his pleasure when I was out of town for a month. I knew this fetish wasn’t just going to go away so I joined in!
 
I was always very shy about gaining weight. I remember when I was 40 lbs smaller than I am now, I was embarrassed to wear bikinis because I thought I looked too big. This was a great opportunity for me to embrace my natural shape and god-given curves at any size. I started to really enjoy when he would buy me treats like cupcakes and ice cream. He would watch me eat and caress my tummy as I stuffed them into my mouth at the same time.
 
A week or so after seeing curvage, I knew I wanted to be a curvage model. He was happy to let me use his account. Fortunately, I finally changed the name to CASSANDRA CRAVES. He provides the food and snacks, I do the rest. Plus, he gets the first peek into my new videos before they are posted. I was thrilled to see the beautiful and sexy people on this site showing off their hot curvy bodies and those who are appreciating them.
 
Now, even if we broke up, I would still be gaining and post content on here!
 
I love being able to show my fans how much I’ve grown and my new piggy ways. My greedy mouth, my thick thighs and my jiggling belly will make you rock hard giving you that mouth-watering look I love seeing on my feeders face.
 
It feels sooooo good to know you all love my curves just as much as I do!
 
XOXO Cassandra Craves ❤️



 

My entire life up until this point, I was a workout queen and as my grandfather used to call me, I was a "skinny minny." I've always being very thin and started to become fit once I discovered running and going to the gym. 140 lbs was FAT for me and I literally would not allow anyone to see me naked if I wasn't under 130 lbs. I used to hide my body under the covers before having sex and I would cover myself when getting up from bed after having sex. I was totally weight conscious. I was OBSESSED with being thin. 
My older sister was "overweight." My cousins were "overweight." My mother used to fluctuate with her weight. I got used to being identified as the smallest person in the room. 
I AM almost 200 lbs. 29 more lbs and I will be right there. I can basically eat 29 lbs in food and be 200 right this second! 
It is incredible how different it is to be the chubby girl in the room and not even realize it most of the time...unless of course, I have to squeeze through a small space or my too small pants rip and tear in public. 
Somedays, I don't even know how FAT i've grown. I recognize it when I am filming myself or really gripping and grasping onto my curves at special moments. The other day, I was walking down the street to a convenience store a few blocks from my house. As I was walking, I could actually FEEL my belly jiggling up and down, my thighs rubbing together and my body clinging to my clothing. It was amazingly different. 
I felt slightly embarrassed. 
The ME from a few years ago would have built a workout and diet plan the very next day. In fact, I probably would have strapped on my running shoes and went for a brisk run to ensure I would NEVER jiggle in my belly again. 
Instead, I went home and I ate, drank, put on music and relaxed. 
I am still incredibly shy, especially with these new curves. I have really grown and it shows. 
I guess the next time I hear someone say "WHOA! BIG GIRL COMING THROUGH!" 
They may be talking about me...
 
Xoxo Cassandra Craves

As most of you may know, I have been under 145 lbs for most of my life. All of the clothes I've purchased over the years including some of my favorite outfits are an X-S or Small. (I actually just looked up what an extra small label looks like because its been that long since I've seen one!) When I traveled to AZ from back east, I left most of my personal belongings and clothing there with me. Not that it matters now anyway. The fast growth I've had in the last year has made it nearly impossible to keep up with what sizes to wear and worse yet, what clothes I can and cannot fit into anymore!
With the move and my most recent split with my former feeder, I have had to buckle down without being able to afford new clothing. This being said, I have like 2 stretch pants I fit into. One of which, has holes on the inner thighs! I told my mom how fat I was getting and although as she expressed it she "sympathizes" and it would "benefit me to start running again," she fortunately bought me two pairs of pants with ELASTIC WAISTBANDS. I thought those were only for maternity wear but I gave them a shot.
The first month wearing them I was excited! No worry about them sliding off of my waist or my love handles pouring out from the sides. Then came the ill truth I never thought I would experience...the gray ones she bought me, the button POPPED OFF. Oh well, I thought, I still have the robin's egg blue pair....then...to MY HORROR, I was on my way to volunteer at a rock & gem show. Volunteering meant I would be working one of the booths and the floor during the show. Which meant a lot of standing and being noticed if someone needed help with anything. I pop into the bathroom before my shift begins and MY PANTS ARE RIPPED IN THE BACK. I was wearing HOT PINK panties and they were VIBRANT contrasting with the light blue pants. I was MORTIFIED! "Omg, omg, what do i do!?" This would never happen if I was skinny again. I started to feel upset but remembered I was wearing a hoodie that day I could tie around my waist.
Embarrassed and totally understanding the weight of my size, I quickly became the fat lady who ripped her pants at the show. Let's see when the new year starts if new clothes are in the cards to stop the ripping, tearing, bulging and button poppping!! 
xoxo Cassandra Craves

OMG!!! My jeans are too tight. OMG!! You can see my love handles. OMG!! I look like a stuffed sausage in this dresss! 
Ths is the shit that used to run through my head all of the time. 
And it still does. 
But now, thanks to my horrible addiction to feederism 😉 I stopped thinking that you should think its gross, the way I think its gross. 
Got it? 
XOXO Cassandra Craves

OMG!!! My jeans are too tight. OMG!! You can see my love handles. OMG!! I look like a stuffed sausage in this dresss! 
Ths is the shit that used to run through my head all of the time. 
And it still does. 
But now, thanks to my horrible addiction to feederism 😉 I stopped thinking that you should think its gross, the way I think its gross. 
Got it? 
XOXO Cassandra Craves

OMG!!! My jeans are too tight. OMG!! You can see my love handles. OMG!! I look like a stuffed sausage in this dresss! 
Ths is the shit that used to run through my head all of the time. 
And it still does. 
But now, thanks to my horrible addiction to feederism 😉 I stopped thinking that you should think its gross, the way I think its gross. 
Got it? 
XOXO Cassandra Craves

My entire life up until this point, I was a workout queen and as my grandfather used to call me, I was a "skinny minny." I've always being very thin and started to become fit once I discovered running and going to the gym. 140 lbs was FAT for me and I literally would not allow anyone to see me naked if I wasn't under 130 lbs. I used to hide my body under the covers before having sex and I would cover myself when getting up from bed after having sex. I was totally weight conscious. I was OBSESSED with being thin. 
My older sister was "overweight." My cousins were "overweight." My mother used to fluctuate with her weight. I got used to being identified as the smallest person in the room. 
I AM almost 200 lbs. 29 more lbs and I will be right there. I can basically eat 29 lbs in food and be 200 right this second! 
It is incredible how different it is to be the chubby girl in the room and not even realize it most of the time...unless of course, I have to squeeze through a small space or my too small pants rip and tear in public. 
Somedays, I don't even know how FAT i've grown. I recognize it when I am filming myself or really gripping and grasping onto my curves at special moments. The other day, I was walking down the street to a convenience store a few blocks from my house. As I was walking, I could actually FEEL my belly jiggling up and down, my thighs rubbing together and my body clinging to my clothing. It was amazingly different. 
I felt slightly embarrassed. 
The ME from a few years ago would have built a workout and diet plan the very next day. In fact, I probably would have strapped on my running shoes and went for a brisk run to ensure I would NEVER jiggle in my belly again. 
Instead, I went home and I ate, drank, put on music and relaxed. 
I am still incredibly shy, especially with these new curves. I have really grown and it shows. 
I guess the next time I hear someone say "WHOA! BIG GIRL COMING THROUGH!" 
They may be talking about me...
 
Xoxo Cassandra Craves

As most of you may know, I have been under 145 lbs for most of my life. All of the clothes I've purchased over the years including some of my favorite outfits are an X-S or Small. (I actually just looked up what an extra small label looks like because its been that long since I've seen one!) When I traveled to AZ from back east, I left most of my personal belongings and clothing there with me. Not that it matters now anyway. The fast growth I've had in the last year has made it nearly impossible to keep up with what sizes to wear and worse yet, what clothes I can and cannot fit into anymore!
With the move and my most recent split with my former feeder, I have had to buckle down without being able to afford new clothing. This being said, I have like 2 stretch pants I fit into. One of which, has holes on the inner thighs! I told my mom how fat I was getting and although as she expressed it she "sympathizes" and it would "benefit me to start running again," she fortunately bought me two pairs of pants with ELASTIC WAISTBANDS. I thought those were only for maternity wear but I gave them a shot.
The first month wearing them I was excited! No worry about them sliding off of my waist or my love handles pouring out from the sides. Then came the ill truth I never thought I would experience...the gray ones she bought me, the button POPPED OFF. Oh well, I thought, I still have the robin's egg blue pair....then...to MY HORROR, I was on my way to volunteer at a rock & gem show. Volunteering meant I would be working one of the booths and the floor during the show. Which meant a lot of standing and being noticed if someone needed help with anything. I pop into the bathroom before my shift begins and MY PANTS ARE RIPPED IN THE BACK. I was wearing HOT PINK panties and they were VIBRANT contrasting with the light blue pants. I was MORTIFIED! "Omg, omg, what do i do!?" This would never happen if I was skinny again. I started to feel upset but remembered I was wearing a hoodie that day I could tie around my waist.
Embarrassed and totally understanding the weight of my size, I quickly became the fat lady who ripped her pants at the show. Let's see when the new year starts if new clothes are in the cards to stop the ripping, tearing, bulging and button poppping!! 
xoxo Cassandra Craves

My entire life up until this point, I was a workout queen and as my grandfather used to call me, I was a "skinny minny." I've always being very thin and started to become fit once I discovered running and going to the gym. 140 lbs was FAT for me and I literally would not allow anyone to see me naked if I wasn't under 130 lbs. I used to hide my body under the covers before having sex and I would cover myself when getting up from bed after having sex. I was totally weight conscious. I was OBSESSED with being thin. 
My older sister was "overweight." My cousins were "overweight." My mother used to fluctuate with her weight. I got used to being identified as the smallest person in the room. 
I AM almost 200 lbs. 29 more lbs and I will be right there. I can basically eat 29 lbs in food and be 200 right this second! 
It is incredible how different it is to be the chubby girl in the room and not even realize it most of the time...unless of course, I have to squeeze through a small space or my too small pants rip and tear in public. 
Somedays, I don't even know how FAT i've grown. I recognize it when I am filming myself or really gripping and grasping onto my curves at special moments. The other day, I was walking down the street to a convenience store a few blocks from my house. As I was walking, I could actually FEEL my belly jiggling up and down, my thighs rubbing together and my body clinging to my clothing. It was amazingly different. 
I felt slightly embarrassed. 
The ME from a few years ago would have built a workout and diet plan the very next day. In fact, I probably would have strapped on my running shoes and went for a brisk run to ensure I would NEVER jiggle in my belly again. 
Instead, I went home and I ate, drank, put on music and relaxed. 
I am still incredibly shy, especially with these new curves. I have really grown and it shows. 
I guess the next time I hear someone say "WHOA! BIG GIRL COMING THROUGH!" 
They may be talking about me...
 
Xoxo Cassandra Craves

As most of you may know, I have been under 145 lbs for most of my life. All of the clothes I've purchased over the years including some of my favorite outfits are an X-S or Small. (I actually just looked up what an extra small label looks like because its been that long since I've seen one!) When I traveled to AZ from back east, I left most of my personal belongings and clothing there with me. Not that it matters now anyway. The fast growth I've had in the last year has made it nearly impossible to keep up with what sizes to wear and worse yet, what clothes I can and cannot fit into anymore!
With the move and my most recent split with my former feeder, I have had to buckle down without being able to afford new clothing. This being said, I have like 2 stretch pants I fit into. One of which, has holes on the inner thighs! I told my mom how fat I was getting and although as she expressed it she "sympathizes" and it would "benefit me to start running again," she fortunately bought me two pairs of pants with ELASTIC WAISTBANDS. I thought those were only for maternity wear but I gave them a shot.
The first month wearing them I was excited! No worry about them sliding off of my waist or my love handles pouring out from the sides. Then came the ill truth I never thought I would experience...the gray ones she bought me, the button POPPED OFF. Oh well, I thought, I still have the robin's egg blue pair....then...to MY HORROR, I was on my way to volunteer at a rock & gem show. Volunteering meant I would be working one of the booths and the floor during the show. Which meant a lot of standing and being noticed if someone needed help with anything. I pop into the bathroom before my shift begins and MY PANTS ARE RIPPED IN THE BACK. I was wearing HOT PINK panties and they were VIBRANT contrasting with the light blue pants. I was MORTIFIED! "Omg, omg, what do i do!?" This would never happen if I was skinny again. I started to feel upset but remembered I was wearing a hoodie that day I could tie around my waist.
Embarrassed and totally understanding the weight of my size, I quickly became the fat lady who ripped her pants at the show. Let's see when the new year starts if new clothes are in the cards to stop the ripping, tearing, bulging and button poppping!! 
xoxo Cassandra Craves

As most of you may know, I have been under 145 lbs for most of my life. All of the clothes I've purchased over the years including some of my favorite outfits are an X-S or Small. (I actually just looked up what an extra small label looks like because its been that long since I've seen one!) When I traveled to AZ from back east, I left most of my personal belongings and clothing there with me. Not that it matters now anyway. The fast growth I've had in the last year has made it nearly impossible to keep up with what sizes to wear and worse yet, what clothes I can and cannot fit into anymore!
With the move and my most recent split with my former feeder, I have had to buckle down without being able to afford new clothing. This being said, I have like 2 stretch pants I fit into. One of which, has holes on the inner thighs! I told my mom how fat I was getting and although as she expressed it she "sympathizes" and it would "benefit me to start running again," she fortunately bought me two pairs of pants with ELASTIC WAISTBANDS. I thought those were only for maternity wear but I gave them a shot.
The first month wearing them I was excited! No worry about them sliding off of my waist or my love handles pouring out from the sides. Then came the ill truth I never thought I would experience...the gray ones she bought me, the button POPPED OFF. Oh well, I thought, I still have the robin's egg blue pair....then...to MY HORROR, I was on my way to volunteer at a rock & gem show. Volunteering meant I would be working one of the booths and the floor during the show. Which meant a lot of standing and being noticed if someone needed help with anything. I pop into the bathroom before my shift begins and MY PANTS ARE RIPPED IN THE BACK. I was wearing HOT PINK panties and they were VIBRANT contrasting with the light blue pants. I was MORTIFIED! "Omg, omg, what do i do!?" This would never happen if I was skinny again. I started to feel upset but remembered I was wearing a hoodie that day I could tie around my waist.
Embarrassed and totally understanding the weight of my size, I quickly became the fat lady who ripped her pants at the show. Let's see when the new year starts if new clothes are in the cards to stop the ripping, tearing, bulging and button poppping!! 
xoxo Cassandra Craves

As most of you may know, I have been under 145 lbs for most of my life. All of the clothes I've purchased over the years including some of my favorite outfits are an X-S or Small. (I actually just looked up what an extra small label looks like because its been that long since I've seen one!) When I traveled to AZ from back east, I left most of my personal belongings and clothing there with me. Not that it matters now anyway. The fast growth I've had in the last year has made it nearly impossible to keep up with what sizes to wear and worse yet, what clothes I can and cannot fit into anymore!
With the move and my most recent split with my former feeder, I have had to buckle down without being able to afford new clothing. This being said, I have like 2 stretch pants I fit into. One of which, has holes on the inner thighs! I told my mom how fat I was getting and although as she expressed it she "sympathizes" and it would "benefit me to start running again," she fortunately bought me two pairs of pants with ELASTIC WAISTBANDS. I thought those were only for maternity wear but I gave them a shot.
The first month wearing them I was excited! No worry about them sliding off of my waist or my love handles pouring out from the sides. Then came the ill truth I never thought I would experience...the gray ones she bought me, the button POPPED OFF. Oh well, I thought, I still have the robin's egg blue pair....then...to MY HORROR, I was on my way to volunteer at a rock & gem show. Volunteering meant I would be working one of the booths and the floor during the show. Which meant a lot of standing and being noticed if someone needed help with anything. I pop into the bathroom before my shift begins and MY PANTS ARE RIPPED IN THE BACK. I was wearing HOT PINK panties and they were VIBRANT contrasting with the light blue pants. I was MORTIFIED! "Omg, omg, what do i do!?" This would never happen if I was skinny again. I started to feel upset but remembered I was wearing a hoodie that day I could tie around my waist.
Embarrassed and totally understanding the weight of my size, I quickly became the fat lady who ripped her pants at the show. Let's see when the new year starts if new clothes are in the cards to stop the ripping, tearing, bulging and button poppping!! 
xoxo Cassandra Craves

As most of you may know, I have been under 145 lbs for most of my life. All of the clothes I've purchased over the years including some of my favorite outfits are an X-S or Small. (I actually just looked up what an extra small label looks like because its been that long since I've seen one!) When I traveled to AZ from back east, I left most of my personal belongings and clothing there with me. Not that it matters now anyway. The fast growth I've had in the last year has made it nearly impossible to keep up with what sizes to wear and worse yet, what clothes I can and cannot fit into anymore!
With the move and my most recent split with my former feeder, I have had to buckle down without being able to afford new clothing. This being said, I have like 2 stretch pants I fit into. One of which, has holes on the inner thighs! I told my mom how fat I was getting and although as she expressed it she "sympathizes" and it would "benefit me to start running again," she fortunately bought me two pairs of pants with ELASTIC WAISTBANDS. I thought those were only for maternity wear but I gave them a shot.
The first month wearing them I was excited! No worry about them sliding off of my waist or my love handles pouring out from the sides. Then came the ill truth I never thought I would experience...the gray ones she bought me, the button POPPED OFF. Oh well, I thought, I still have the robin's egg blue pair....then...to MY HORROR, I was on my way to volunteer at a rock & gem show. Volunteering meant I would be working one of the booths and the floor during the show. Which meant a lot of standing and being noticed if someone needed help with anything. I pop into the bathroom before my shift begins and MY PANTS ARE RIPPED IN THE BACK. I was wearing HOT PINK panties and they were VIBRANT contrasting with the light blue pants. I was MORTIFIED! "Omg, omg, what do i do!?" This would never happen if I was skinny again. I started to feel upset but remembered I was wearing a hoodie that day I could tie around my waist.
Embarrassed and totally understanding the weight of my size, I quickly became the fat lady who ripped her pants at the show. Let's see when the new year starts if new clothes are in the cards to stop the ripping, tearing, bulging and button poppping!! 
xoxo Cassandra Craves

My entire life up until this point, I was a workout queen and as my grandfather used to call me, I was a "skinny minny." I've always being very thin and started to become fit once I discovered running and going to the gym. 140 lbs was FAT for me and I literally would not allow anyone to see me naked if I wasn't under 130 lbs. I used to hide my body under the covers before having sex and I would cover myself when getting up from bed after having sex. I was totally weight conscious. I was OBSESSED with being thin. 
My older sister was "overweight." My cousins were "overweight." My mother used to fluctuate with her weight. I got used to being identified as the smallest person in the room. 
I AM almost 200 lbs. 29 more lbs and I will be right there. I can basically eat 29 lbs in food and be 200 right this second! 
It is incredible how different it is to be the chubby girl in the room and not even realize it most of the time...unless of course, I have to squeeze through a small space or my too small pants rip and tear in public. 
Somedays, I don't even know how FAT i've grown. I recognize it when I am filming myself or really gripping and grasping onto my curves at special moments. The other day, I was walking down the street to a convenience store a few blocks from my house. As I was walking, I could actually FEEL my belly jiggling up and down, my thighs rubbing together and my body clinging to my clothing. It was amazingly different. 
I felt slightly embarrassed. 
The ME from a few years ago would have built a workout and diet plan the very next day. In fact, I probably would have strapped on my running shoes and went for a brisk run to ensure I would NEVER jiggle in my belly again. 
Instead, I went home and I ate, drank, put on music and relaxed. 
I am still incredibly shy, especially with these new curves. I have really grown and it shows. 
I guess the next time I hear someone say "WHOA! BIG GIRL COMING THROUGH!" 
They may be talking about me...
 
Xoxo Cassandra Craves

My entire life up until this point, I was a workout queen and as my grandfather used to call me, I was a "skinny minny." I've always being very thin and started to become fit once I discovered running and going to the gym. 140 lbs was FAT for me and I literally would not allow anyone to see me naked if I wasn't under 130 lbs. I used to hide my body under the covers before having sex and I would cover myself when getting up from bed after having sex. I was totally weight conscious. I was OBSESSED with being thin. 
My older sister was "overweight." My cousins were "overweight." My mother used to fluctuate with her weight. I got used to being identified as the smallest person in the room. 
I AM almost 200 lbs. 29 more lbs and I will be right there. I can basically eat 29 lbs in food and be 200 right this second! 
It is incredible how different it is to be the chubby girl in the room and not even realize it most of the time...unless of course, I have to squeeze through a small space or my too small pants rip and tear in public. 
Somedays, I don't even know how FAT i've grown. I recognize it when I am filming myself or really gripping and grasping onto my curves at special moments. The other day, I was walking down the street to a convenience store a few blocks from my house. As I was walking, I could actually FEEL my belly jiggling up and down, my thighs rubbing together and my body clinging to my clothing. It was amazingly different. 
I felt slightly embarrassed. 
The ME from a few years ago would have built a workout and diet plan the very next day. In fact, I probably would have strapped on my running shoes and went for a brisk run to ensure I would NEVER jiggle in my belly again. 
Instead, I went home and I ate, drank, put on music and relaxed. 
I am still incredibly shy, especially with these new curves. I have really grown and it shows. 
I guess the next time I hear someone say "WHOA! BIG GIRL COMING THROUGH!" 
They may be talking about me...
 
Xoxo Cassandra Craves

My entire life up until this point, I was a workout queen and as my grandfather used to call me, I was a "skinny minny." I've always being very thin and started to become fit once I discovered running and going to the gym. 140 lbs was FAT for me and I literally would not allow anyone to see me naked if I wasn't under 130 lbs. I used to hide my body under the covers before having sex and I would cover myself when getting up from bed after having sex. I was totally weight conscious. I was OBSESSED with being thin. 
My older sister was "overweight." My cousins were "overweight." My mother used to fluctuate with her weight. I got used to being identified as the smallest person in the room. 
I AM almost 200 lbs. 29 more lbs and I will be right there. I can basically eat 29 lbs in food and be 200 right this second! 
It is incredible how different it is to be the chubby girl in the room and not even realize it most of the time...unless of course, I have to squeeze through a small space or my too small pants rip and tear in public. 
Somedays, I don't even know how FAT i've grown. I recognize it when I am filming myself or really gripping and grasping onto my curves at special moments. The other day, I was walking down the street to a convenience store a few blocks from my house. As I was walking, I could actually FEEL my belly jiggling up and down, my thighs rubbing together and my body clinging to my clothing. It was amazingly different. 
I felt slightly embarrassed. 
The ME from a few years ago would have built a workout and diet plan the very next day. In fact, I probably would have strapped on my running shoes and went for a brisk run to ensure I would NEVER jiggle in my belly again. 
Instead, I went home and I ate, drank, put on music and relaxed. 
I am still incredibly shy, especially with these new curves. I have really grown and it shows. 
I guess the next time I hear someone say "WHOA! BIG GIRL COMING THROUGH!" 
They may be talking about me...
 
Xoxo Cassandra Craves

My entire life up until this point, I was a workout queen and as my grandfather used to call me, I was a "skinny minny." I've always being very thin and started to become fit once I discovered running and going to the gym. 140 lbs was FAT for me and I literally would not allow anyone to see me naked if I wasn't under 130 lbs. I used to hide my body under the covers before having sex and I would cover myself when getting up from bed after having sex. I was totally weight conscious. I was OBSESSED with being thin. 
My older sister was "overweight." My cousins were "overweight." My mother used to fluctuate with her weight. I got used to being identified as the smallest person in the room. 
I AM almost 200 lbs. 29 more lbs and I will be right there. I can basically eat 29 lbs in food and be 200 right this second! 
It is incredible how different it is to be the chubby girl in the room and not even realize it most of the time...unless of course, I have to squeeze through a small space or my too small pants rip and tear in public. 
Somedays, I don't even know how FAT i've grown. I recognize it when I am filming myself or really gripping and grasping onto my curves at special moments. The other day, I was walking down the street to a convenience store a few blocks from my house. As I was walking, I could actually FEEL my belly jiggling up and down, my thighs rubbing together and my body clinging to my clothing. It was amazingly different. 
I felt slightly embarrassed. 
The ME from a few years ago would have built a workout and diet plan the very next day. In fact, I probably would have strapped on my running shoes and went for a brisk run to ensure I would NEVER jiggle in my belly again. 
Instead, I went home and I ate, drank, put on music and relaxed. 
I am still incredibly shy, especially with these new curves. I have really grown and it shows. 
I guess the next time I hear someone say "WHOA! BIG GIRL COMING THROUGH!" 
They may be talking about me...
 
Xoxo Cassandra Craves

My entire life up until this point, I was a workout queen and as my grandfather used to call me, I was a "skinny minny." I've always being very thin and started to become fit once I discovered running and going to the gym. 140 lbs was FAT for me and I literally would not allow anyone to see me naked if I wasn't under 130 lbs. I used to hide my body under the covers before having sex and I would cover myself when getting up from bed after having sex. I was totally weight conscious. I was OBSESSED with being thin. 
My older sister was "overweight." My cousins were "overweight." My mother used to fluctuate with her weight. I got used to being identified as the smallest person in the room. 
I AM almost 200 lbs. 29 more lbs and I will be right there. I can basically eat 29 lbs in food and be 200 right this second! 
It is incredible how different it is to be the chubby girl in the room and not even realize it most of the time...unless of course, I have to squeeze through a small space or my too small pants rip and tear in public. 
Somedays, I don't even know how FAT i've grown. I recognize it when I am filming myself or really gripping and grasping onto my curves at special moments. The other day, I was walking down the street to a convenience store a few blocks from my house. As I was walking, I could actually FEEL my belly jiggling up and down, my thighs rubbing together and my body clinging to my clothing. It was amazingly different. 
I felt slightly embarrassed. 
The ME from a few years ago would have built a workout and diet plan the very next day. In fact, I probably would have strapped on my running shoes and went for a brisk run to ensure I would NEVER jiggle in my belly again. 
Instead, I went home and I ate, drank, put on music and relaxed. 
I am still incredibly shy, especially with these new curves. I have really grown and it shows. 
I guess the next time I hear someone say "WHOA! BIG GIRL COMING THROUGH!" 
They may be talking about me...
 
Xoxo Cassandra Craves

As some of you may know, my in-person feeder / feedee relationship ended. It turns out there are some feeders who want to enjoy all the pleasure of your growing body without feeding you! This is the puzzling part for me. I could never quite understand why my feeder complained about getting me food when he went out to get his own. But he also complained when I wasnt gaining any more weight. Moral of the story is this: if your feeder takes issue with feeding you regularly, through actual food or money for food - it is time to cut that feeder loose! 
Thanks for all the support on here ❤️
XoXo Cassandra Craves

My entire life up until this point, I was a workout queen and as my grandfather used to call me, I was a "skinny minny." I've always being very thin and started to become fit once I discovered running and going to the gym. 140 lbs was FAT for me and I literally would not allow anyone to see me naked if I wasn't under 130 lbs. I used to hide my body under the covers before having sex and I would cover myself when getting up from bed after having sex. I was totally weight conscious. I was OBSESSED with being thin. 
My older sister was "overweight." My cousins were "overweight." My mother used to fluctuate with her weight. I got used to being identified as the smallest person in the room. 
I AM almost 200 lbs. 29 more lbs and I will be right there. I can basically eat 29 lbs in food and be 200 right this second! 
It is incredible how different it is to be the chubby girl in the room and not even realize it most of the time...unless of course, I have to squeeze through a small space or my too small pants rip and tear in public. 
Somedays, I don't even know how FAT i've grown. I recognize it when I am filming myself or really gripping and grasping onto my curves at special moments. The other day, I was walking down the street to a convenience store a few blocks from my house. As I was walking, I could actually FEEL my belly jiggling up and down, my thighs rubbing together and my body clinging to my clothing. It was amazingly different. 
I felt slightly embarrassed. 
The ME from a few years ago would have built a workout and diet plan the very next day. In fact, I probably would have strapped on my running shoes and went for a brisk run to ensure I would NEVER jiggle in my belly again. 
Instead, I went home and I ate, drank, put on music and relaxed. 
I am still incredibly shy, especially with these new curves. I have really grown and it shows. 
I guess the next time I hear someone say "WHOA! BIG GIRL COMING THROUGH!" 
They may be talking about me...
 
Xoxo Cassandra Craves

My entire life up until this point, I was a workout queen and as my grandfather used to call me, I was a "skinny minny." I've always being very thin and started to become fit once I discovered running and going to the gym. 140 lbs was FAT for me and I literally would not allow anyone to see me naked if I wasn't under 130 lbs. I used to hide my body under the covers before having sex and I would cover myself when getting up from bed after having sex. I was totally weight conscious. I was OBSESSED with being thin. 
My older sister was "overweight." My cousins were "overweight." My mother used to fluctuate with her weight. I got used to being identified as the smallest person in the room. 
I AM almost 200 lbs. 29 more lbs and I will be right there. I can basically eat 29 lbs in food and be 200 right this second! 
It is incredible how different it is to be the chubby girl in the room and not even realize it most of the time...unless of course, I have to squeeze through a small space or my too small pants rip and tear in public. 
Somedays, I don't even know how FAT i've grown. I recognize it when I am filming myself or really gripping and grasping onto my curves at special moments. The other day, I was walking down the street to a convenience store a few blocks from my house. As I was walking, I could actually FEEL my belly jiggling up and down, my thighs rubbing together and my body clinging to my clothing. It was amazingly different. 
I felt slightly embarrassed. 
The ME from a few years ago would have built a workout and diet plan the very next day. In fact, I probably would have strapped on my running shoes and went for a brisk run to ensure I would NEVER jiggle in my belly again. 
Instead, I went home and I ate, drank, put on music and relaxed. 
I am still incredibly shy, especially with these new curves. I have really grown and it shows. 
I guess the next time I hear someone say "WHOA! BIG GIRL COMING THROUGH!" 
They may be talking about me...
 
Xoxo Cassandra Craves