The dairy of big ass annie

Chapter 7 May 21st 2023

“Dear diary,

Today I've come to a realization. My body has been changing so much lately, especially my backside. But referring to it as 'butt'.... no longer feels, appropriate, not in the slightest. I fear...I may have…’outgrown’ that previous category, and have reached full on plus size good. My 'butt' has become so much more than just a mundane part of my body; it has now become my 'booty'...God that sounds so embarrassing to say out loud. So, flustering…so fazing….so…fucking hot!~ And so satisfying to finally get to say it, now finally having enough wiggle to my wagon, to turn any pair of underwear into a G-string with all this extra pure grade fuck meat! to really earn the title of being chubby with a big ol booty~ Ooooh! It's so naughty and fun saying it a second time, ohmygod it's such a rush!

Sure, this isn't something that was just a…spur of the moment. No, this has taken me quite some time to finally come to this decision, and even more time before I could talk about how I felt, how I truly feel in my own diary. I've been embarrassed by my expanding curves and the shame it's brought me in public, but my transformation has been too extreme to pretend it wasn't happening. But now my transformation has reached a climax, the first major achievement just short of button popping obesity settling in. I now have a booty like the models I see in magazines, a body part that is sexually charged and attractive in every way! I see it jiggle and sway as I move in the slightest, and I can feel the weight and lust inducing power it has.

It's always been a sensitive nerve ending for me, a source of pleasure that stirs me up when I least expect it. But now it's so big that I can barely fit into my pants, let alone hide it from the rest of the world. I know that people stare at me out of sudden curiosity or latent desire, but it only makes me feel more powerful and confident in my own, larger body. I've not only become a creature of habit with my high calorie diet of nightly take out and various desserts, but a woman with a luscious and alluring body that demands the attention of any who cross my path. So from now on I will no longer refer to my backside as just a 'butt'. It's my booty, and it's a symbol of my new identity. A curvy, voluptuous goddess who is embracing her desires while transforming beyond her wildest imaginings…”

Later that same day:

“Dear diary, I had a bit of a shock today. I finally decided to get new pants since everything in my wardrobe seemed too tight or too uncomfortable to wear. But when I went to my usual store, I found out it was being fumigated for a sudden yet severe infestation of insect pests this week! Heartbroken from the crushing disappointment of wanting to shop there today, I was left with no choice but to either go back home…or venture out and try a new store in the area. And lucky for me, just around the corner, I found a plus-sized clothing store with all sorts of different styles that catered specifically to me and other women who were frequent eaters just like me. However, as I browsed the aisles, I quickly realized that this store was very …..um, let's say…*different* than the others. So much so, I actually couldn't believe what I was seeing!

Most of the clothing had rather vulgar sentences displayed on them; sentences like "Bigger is better", "I like em juicy", and even "Put face here". I just couldn't believe how inappropriate and sexually explicit sounding they were! However, I couldn't deny that they also made me feel….strange, like, I shall be appalled by the store and everything it stood for…but ultimately…I found myself just, intrigued by the atmosphere and tone the store gave off. There was no helping me at this point mentally, so what was just splurging a few dollars on the perverted and slutty sounding clothes were if not just for special rarities of occasions as I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to wear a shirt that said "Bigger is better" when I know all too well that it was true of my own body and the changes I once dread, now welcomed with glee. Newfound excitement surged through me at the thought of soaking into a brand new set of sweatpants that stated proudly "I like em juicy", proclaiming my backside, my booty, was a national treasure, a wonder, for all to see.

Ultimately, despite my hesitation about the store's less than tasteful catalog of clothing, I didn't leave empty-handed. I found a pair of tight jeans that said "Put face here" on them. Even though they were far more vulgar and saucy than anything I was comfortable wearing before now, I couldn't help but walk out of the store with them anyway with a blushing face set ablaze, trying to keep a non-conspicuous smile while keeping in my own impish thoughts walking up to the front resigtar and taking my new purchase out the front door facing society with a discreet plastic bag held between my hands….

…..I ended up standing in front of the store frozen in place wondering what I should do next for about an hour.”

-Annie.