Diary of a Curvy Girl: Eat Drink Smoke

A steamy BBW erotic romance.

Hi there...I'm Annalisa, and I was a barista until the corona thing happened. When we shut down...over a year ago...I was 23, 154 pounds, and I carried my weight in all the places the boys love on my 5 foot, six inch, well portioned figure. I was never like, fat or anything, but I’ve had curves since puberty. Curves that I continued to grow into as I got older...let’s just say I could fill out a pair of jeans in a way that made heads turn. I have never been the exercising type, but looking back, I suppose just being on my feet, 7 am to 3 pm, 5 days a week, was a big part of what (yawn) kept my weight in check. I only say that because in addition to almost never setting foot into a gym, I am also a girl who loves food and loooooves eating pretty much more than anything in the world, oooh...and I have no problem admitting that. I just have zero self control, and my ex said something like...that I have an addictive personality or whatever. Soooo, as you might imagine, the so-called quarantine life was a perfect recipe for me to pack on a few pounds.
It happened slowly, and without me realizing at first. I was living in pajamas and stretchy leggings so I didn’t notice I was getting bigger until a few months into the shut down, when I tried to squeeze into my favorite pair of cut-off denim shorts. I have always had a nice ass, it’s one of my best features, while at the same time also being my...problem area, depending on how confident I was feeling on a given day. It’s big, wide and round, and it’s also where I tend to gain weight more than anywhere else. When I yanked up on the waistband of those shorts, I found that they were pulling tight on my hips, digging into the softer flesh of my thighs and actually got stuck halfway up my rear. I shimmied and wiggled like crazy, and did manage to get them all the way up eventually, but there was still no way I could button them over my little developing pooch of a belly. Also, I remember I was panting and out of breath from the effort. It’s amazing how quickly you can get out of shape from doing absolutely nothing. Needless to say my shorts were unwearable and I was forced to change into something more comfortable.

Thanks again,” he says as he blows smoke into the hot, late morning air. “It’s not like me to run out like that.”

I give him a subtle, knowing look. “No problem,” I brush a wisp of hair away from my eyes. “I'm still waking up, I’m kind of a hot mess right now.”

“You look great.” He’s staring at me again with those piercing blue eyes like he wants to kiss my brains out. “I need to quit smoking soon anyway.”

“Why?”

He lets out a short laugh. “You serious?”

“Yeah, if you like (pant) to smoke than just smoke,” I say as I move my butt around in the wicker chair that can barely contain my hips. My tan belly is totally exposed, spilling out in front of me and folding into rolls as I sit up. His gaze seems filled with lustful longing and I decide to be bold. I like this guy, and he’s clearly gaga over me, but I’d much rather be alone than be with someone who’s judgemental and doesn't let me be me, so...a little test. “I’ve kind of been going through a whole...eat, drink, smoke thing.”