The dairy of big ass annie

Chapter 2 Feburary 21st 2023

“Dear diary, I can't believe how much I've changed as of…ugh, lately, I guess? I dunno, I just can't help but… FEEL like a different person like someone else is in my body or I'm in someone else’s like some sort of creepy possession I’m not aware of. I know it sounds crazy, but I was a slim and fit girl, weighing only 101 pounds. But now… I've gained…so much…weight, weight that seems to be expanding by the hour sometimes, and by the second other times…

I'm…I’ve become utterly, terrified of the sight of myself in the mirror every morning after a quick shower, the way the pudgy gut looks so out of place compared to the rest of me during the first stage of this…transformation? Jiggling up and down with each step like I swallowed a giant water balloon or something and I'm just waiting for it to finally pop, but it just seems to stay there, making me look like I'm pregnant with how big and round it looks. A bubble that just won't pop, no matter how much I try to push down on it with my hands, hoping I could…maybe….push it into another dimension, far away from me! But now, it no longer looks out of place, not because I've accepted looking 6 months pregnant with a food baby, but the fact that the rest of me is starting to swell up as well…just my luck. And I still don't have the foggiest idea just how much bigger I'll even get at this rate.

The campus nurse I've been seeing for the past month or so suggested keeping tabs on my mood and when my…um…”episodes” start occuring, she thinks there might be some correlation between how I feel emotionally and when those strange late hunger pangs just…take over, and I can't stop myself from wanting to shove something sweet and sugar into my mouth…or something fruity and tangy, or salty, or spicy, maybe something smothered with ranch dressing-UGH! Even now I’m thinking about eating nothing but junk food all day, I just can't help myself…”

(3 hours later)

“...I did it again. My appetite took over and I raided my secret stash of chocolate, marshmallows, and crackers to make some huge stacks of s’mores to scarf down like a wild animal in my hands. Those s'mores tasted amazing…but they say like rocks in my stomach when I realized I just consumed another couple hundreds of calories when I'm trying to starve off my strange cravings, but as I was feeling bad….I couldn't resist cramming some chips and chugging some creme soda down my throat at the same time, my hands couldn't stop even if my mind was telling them to. I'm such a fatty….I can't seem to control it anymore, can't control myself anymore…I find myself eating more and more every day, feeling insatiable hunger that never goes away…as all the evidence of the damage I was doing to myself started to stack up and was becoming downright undeniable in the slightest. Every time I look in the mirror, I see a different version of myself, with wider hips, bigger breasts, and a softer, rounder belly. It was terrifying, to say the least, but at the same time…it was ...exciting?”

There would be a slight pause as Annie’s free small and soft hand would firmly slap her own lips shut, temporarily cutting off her breathing and suspending her thoughts in disbelief of saying something so obscene to her ears she might as well have spoken the worst form of blasphemous profanity aloud. It would take a minute or two before her nerves calmed down, and her hand was steady enough to continue writing the words on the page.

“...I don't know what to make of this. But I see no point in confiding in anyone else except you, diary. And, if I were to be completely honest… part of me, I think, actually wants to…see, where this goes. I-I don't mean I’m gonna embrace this new body OR the unhealthy lifestyle and eating habits that comes with it because… the majority of mind is too scared of how out of control things have become already, and the thought of letting this…appetite…consume entirely…I don't think I can even trust myself to be alone with food ever again…”

There would be another minute or two of pure silence as Annie corralled her intense storm of emotions at that very moment, and contemplates what her next decision will be…what it should be…

“...I can't help but wonder what would happen next. Will I continue to grow? Will I reach a breaking point? I don't know. But one thing is for sure: this transformation is far from over.”

-Annie.