Rebuilding Megan: The Blog Of Megan Waters (Patreon)

July 31st 2020

All these feeder dates really get my nerves going about my appearance. When they want me to get ontop of them in bed I can't possibly understand why they enjoy this.

I'm heavy!

Too heavy in fact. I finally broke down and brought the scale out of its temporary hiding spot.

357!

Three hundred and fifty seven fucking pounds! I'm a killer whale! From gym bunny to fat cow, I'm completely stunned by my hideous decline.

I'm literally the fattest person I know, all these feeding dates are blowing me up like a balloon.

I'm even more self conscious then ever and it takes prodding from me to get ontop of them. Its really unsettling feeling my hanging meat just pool on them. And I'm starting to feel my double chin jiggle while I eat. I can just feel other people staring at my jowls.

There's one date though I'm somewhat interested enough, enough to call him back.

He has a cabin in the country that he wants to take me for a week get away. Hee's charming, but I'm nervous. He's a pretty serious guy and I might have to be rolled back hen I return.

Lord knows he's going to make me so fat, he treats me like a queen. Like a spoiled princess.

So why am I hardly worrying about it?

#overfed #abouttopop #someonesaveme