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I was a tall solid woman. Solid not a lot of curves. I was like this till menopause hit and the inevitable weight gain that came along with it. A slower metabolism and by my 50’s I had the makings of a small belly apron. Got to love Mother Nature’s gift of menopause. I wasn’t especially pleased but I did start to have the makings of a ample bust line with my weight gain. March of 2020 and the world shutdown. Furloughed from work, isolated, I did what so many others did .. I ate and ate and ate some more. Was it boredom or was I now relishing the taste of each morsel of food. Slowly chewing each tidbit , sensing each layer of flavor like it was a fine wine. It was great as I outgrew clothes or my pajamas since I wasn’t going anywhere I could spend my days binging on food and Netflix or shopping on Amazon, gorging on my favorite cakes and cookies from recipes on line . Oh I learned how to bake like nobodies business. By Christmas I had packed on 40lbs , my face had rounded out as did my belly and my boobs . I was getting curves , gloriously rounded bottom and a belly apron to match. I never had curves before and I was like a teenager, amazed how they looked in a tight pair of leggings.Crossing the 260 mark then I vowed I would diet then..It was lose 2-3 lbs then gorge on a whole cake , stuffed I would waddle or it started to feel like a waddle my tummy and breast’s jiggling as walked to my recliner for a nap. By the end of summer of 2021 I was now 285lbs my Doctor was after me constantly to lose the weight. Bending over to put on my sneakers My belly and breasts getting in the way. I knew I had gotten big maybe to big. I had added 12” to my waist and hips and 15 to my bust. I was now wearing a 46H cup bra , I was a B+ at the beginning of COVID. I wanted to lose weight but i didn’t want to lose my curves. And it was getting more and more titillating as I would fantasize gaining weight , having more curves. The fatter I got the more men were complimenting me , opening doors , starting a conversation when I would go to the store. Even though I love my curves I felt guilty, like society was judging me. I was on tik tok watching one woman whose husband was into feeding her and documenting this feederism adventure. I was replaying all of her clips over and over. In one she mentioned curvage.com . I immediately went to the site , started an account. I don’t know why but I decide to post a picture. Well the flood of of support that I got made me feel wanted and accepted. Two days letter one of the guys messaged me , we started to chat. I talked about my hesitation on putting on more weight. He was really nice, encouraged me to fantasize about putting on the weight. Each night I’d have two big slices of chocolate cake just before bed. He said you need to love yourself, love your body. I would slowly rub my belly with moisturizer then under the belly and my breasts. With my hanging breasts and belly apron I had a rash where they rubbed. I started to learn I loved my rolls and soft jelly like belly. After a few weeks I was eating 1/2 the cake at bedtime and the other half for a midnight snack. Each time laying in bed rubbing and stroking my ever growing body. Fantasizing my expanding body , remembering what my friend said love yourself. I enjoyed fantasizing . Of me having a harder time getting around . Feeling my body jiggle with each step . Huffing and rocking struggling just getting out of my recliner. But as the days past I was tiring quicker, stairs became more noticeable going up them. It wasn’t long till at my Doctors appointment the scale read 315lbs. She wasn’t very happy but she saw I was happier than I had been in the last 15 years. As I left her office now thinking maybe I’ll stop at 350lbs a giddiness came over me as I headed to the bakery to buy a couple of pounds of cookies for today and two loaves of Italian bread as I left the bakery with 6 pounds of cookies and 4 loaves of Italian that’ll I’ll eat a slice at a time loaded with butter ….hmmm maybe I’ll stop at 400 or when it becomes a struggles to climb my stairs into my bedroom or maybe when getting out of bed becomes a struggle. Oh dreams can come true ❤️❤️❤️