The dairy of big ass annie

Chapter 4 April 26th 2023

“Dear diary,

As…strange as this might sound, and I know I've been saying a lot more weird things lately, but honestly…this one takes the cake…okay, maybe that was a really bad choice of words. Anyway, as very unusual as this is, I find myself…somehow, “obsessing”, I guess? Over my own butt more than ever before, almost like I'm curious to explore these new new curves of mine, especially the very apparent particular “roundness” in shape of my…*ahem* backside. Almost as if every step I try to make just walking down the street, ripples, like actual fucking waves you can see, even in the tightest jean leggings I own! Like, how can that be possible!?

It was embarrassing, damn near horrifying imagining everyone looking at me. The dorm room mailman, the dorm directors, the teachers, the staff. I can *feel* their eyes on me sometimes, well, not on me, who am I kidding? Those eyes are all being pulled towards this gi-normous ASS of mine trailing behind me, so big it might as well have its own gravitational pull by now, and it has the nerve to applaud even louder during moments of severe humiliation, just as icing on the ca-ugh, I need to stop saying that…But then, as of today, I started to wonder if my butt was somehow…trying to send me a message, to make sure I don't ignore it.”

There would be a moment of pause of self reflection, that even confessing in the privacy of your own diary can sometimes make you recoil back to regain your breath after re-reading the mess of words you have just written on the page. And with the shakiest of hands, Annie continued her report on the most rambunctious activity her body has done yet.

“And not only that, I can't believe how much my belly has grown again over the past week. It's like my hunger is insatiable, no matter how much I eat. I've been consuming larger than normal meals lately, and every time I finish one, my belly gives a subtle jiggle against my palms when I pat it. It's like my stomach has stretched to new limits, and yet I can't seem to stop eating. This, feeling of my belly jiggling in response to my touch is…I don't want to say fascinating-n-not fascinating! Not in the slightest! Just, eye-catching? Yes, simply eye catching as I continue to pursue my investigation of these sudden changes like a scientist, it's just somewhat… alarming, how much, my body seems to be expanding at a rate my clothes can barely keep in the freshly grown layer of chub underneath. Like a beast in a cage that is seeking to break free from the fabric prison covering it, so all I can do is consider getting a bigger “cage” as a future thought before the fat gets too big for its home under my clothes. Talk later,”


Later that same day:

“I know that I've been gaining weight at an accelerated pace with barely any effort it feels like at times, and yet part of me can't help but shiver at these new warm… sensations, that seem to wash over me with every realization each additional pound brings. It's like a secret pleasure, a guilty thrill that I can't seem to resist yet the only one who is allowed to know such shame is you, diary. Wheen I look at myself in the mirror, and I see a different person looking back at me. My curves have become exaggerated, my thighs fuller, my breasts heavier, and my tummy rounder. It's like I have a full term pregnancy with a healthy growing food baby with how much my body was, morphing, and transforming into something else, something that I can't quite say it's still the same old, same old me. At night, I can feel the appetite inside me moving, reminding me of its presence. I know that I should be afraid, but part of me can't help but feel turned on by the thought of this feeling inside me, controlling my body and making me fatter. I don't know what's happening to me, but I can't stop it…”

-Annie