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Sorry I didn't post anything this last weeks! Sorry!

So, as you can see, I'm obviously a lot bigger... A lot!
My boobs haven't grown that much, but my butt, my thighs... They are fuller, and soft, and they are starting to get squishy too... It's amazing!

I've been stuffing myself a lot, and, guess what- I've completed my goal! My goal was to gain 10kg, so I weighed 52kg (which was my ideal weight, as I am 1.66m tall) and I actually overdid it.

Weight: 59kg (+ 15.5kg) That's like 5kg each week

Last week, I was told to stop this diet, as I was in my ideal weight, and that I was gaining too fast, so stretchmarks or cellulite could start to appear, but I lotion myself everyday (I like to take care of myself!)
Also, I got this new lingerie here, and I love it! It's so comfy, and cute too.

Anyways, I've seen that although I've been not controlling my diet in a diary I've been able to stay committed to my goal, and, now that I've overdone my goal I should stop this... But I just can't. I always end up really hungry after my meals, so I have to find more food in different ways, like secretly eating leftovers, or bingeing in my room...

Since last week, when the doctors told me stop this, my mum stopped making calorie-rich foods, and she even told me to not have seconds, or to stop having ice cream as a dessert for every meal. So, how I've managed to gain that much?

Actually, I've always had a part of my wardrobe empty, as there was where we stored the house fans, but we now have air conditioner, so that space has remained with no use until now... So, as you can imagine, I store there a lot of food and snacks, now I have like two bags of twinkies, three tubs of nutella (there was an offer, a tasty offer! ) half a bag of chocolate donuts (I buy a fresh one every day, I hate when they dry up) two bottles of vanilla flavored milkshake and one of chocolate milkshake (I love to mix them up in a 0.5L measuring glass and drink it to clean up my mouth after every donut, when I buy the chocolate ones) I also have a bag of 24 energy bars (I love to eat them with the twinkies, like, eating something soft and something hard at the same time... It's quite an experience) and a family sized pack of white chocolate bars, which I usually take with me when I'm out, so I can snack on something sugary and tasty, and it is easy to conceal.

As you see, I have quite a supply in my room... Today, I bought a cheesecake on the bakery, and I was eating it after lunch, and when I was half the way on it, already overstuffed, I heard mum going up the stairs... I was like "Aw, shit!" so instead of trying to hide it, I put it right inside my mouth, squeezing it with my fingers, swallowing the fastest I've never did anything. I just threw away the plastic of it through the window, and I was licking the cake of my fingers when my mum got inside my room.

Her face was awesome... I thought that she wouldn't notice anything, but I was sitting on the floor, all covered of cake, with my belly out of my now-tiny-pajama and licking my fingers while unintentionally moaning...

She told me that I should go to a therapist, because I had such an strange relationship with food...

I just could think about me stuffing myself, craving on my cheesecake... It's so... So sexual, so weird and so wrong... And so exciting...

Description
Sorry I didn't post anything this last weeks! Sorry!

So, as you can see, I'm obviously a lot bigger... A lot!
My boobs haven't grown that much, but my butt, my thighs... They are fuller, and soft, and they are starting to get squishy too... It's amazing!

I've been stuffing myself a lot, and, guess what- I've completed my goal! My goal was to gain 10kg, so I weighed 52kg (which was my ideal weight, as I am 1.66m tall) and I actually overdid it.

Weight: 59kg (+ 15.5kg) That's like 5kg each week

Last week, I was told to stop this diet, as I was in my ideal weight, and that I was gaining too fast, so stretchmarks or cellulite could start to appear, but I lotion myself everyday (I like to take care of myself!)
Also, I got this new lingerie here, and I love it! It's so comfy, and cute too.

Anyways, I've seen that although I've been not controlling my diet in a diary I've been able to stay committed to my goal, and, now that I've overdone my goal I should stop this... But I just can't. I always end up really hungry after my meals, so I have to find more food in different ways, like secretly eating leftovers, or bingeing in my room...

Since last week, when the doctors told me stop this, my mum stopped making calorie-rich foods, and she even told me to not have seconds, or to stop having ice cream as a dessert for every meal. So, how I've managed to gain that much?

Actually, I've always had a part of my wardrobe empty, as there was where we stored the house fans, but we now have air conditioner, so that space has remained with no use until now... So, as you can imagine, I store there a lot of food and snacks, now I have like two bags of twinkies, three tubs of nutella (there was an offer, a tasty offer! ) half a bag of chocolate donuts (I buy a fresh one every day, I hate when they dry up) two bottles of vanilla flavored milkshake and one of chocolate milkshake (I love to mix them up in a 0.5L measuring glass and drink it to clean up my mouth after every donut, when I buy the chocolate ones) I also have a bag of 24 energy bars (I love to eat them with the twinkies, like, eating something soft and something hard at the same time... It's quite an experience) and a family sized pack of white chocolate bars, which I usually take with me when I'm out, so I can snack on something sugary and tasty, and it is easy to conceal.

As you see, I have quite a supply in my room... Today, I bought a cheesecake on the bakery, and I was eating it after lunch, and when I was half the way on it, already overstuffed, I heard mum going up the stairs... I was like "Aw, shit!" so instead of trying to hide it, I put it right inside my mouth, squeezing it with my fingers, swallowing the fastest I've never did anything. I just threw away the plastic of it through the window, and I was licking the cake of my fingers when my mum got inside my room.

Her face was awesome... I thought that she wouldn't notice anything, but I was sitting on the floor, all covered of cake, with my belly out of my now-tiny-pajama and licking my fingers while unintentionally moaning...

She told me that I should go to a therapist, because I had such an strange relationship with food...

I just could think about me stuffing myself, craving on my cheesecake... It's so... So sexual, so weird and so wrong... And so exciting...