MidReal Story
Pillow Padded: A Secret Desire Unleashed
Scenario: a girl has a secret passion for fat girls, she would like to be one too but her metabolism doesn't allow it. She then enters the world of padding and starts wearing overalls that she fills with pillows. extreme erotic style
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I’ve always had a thing for fat girls.
Sure, I’m not supposed to admit that, but it’s true.
From the time I was a little girl, I thought they were beautiful.
While all the other girls my age were watching their weight and trying to be thin and pretty, I wanted to be round and plump.
My earliest memories of that are from when I was about ten years old.
It was around the time that my parents had taken me to see my cousin Eric’s family.
We were staying in my aunt and uncle’s house for a few days, and it was me, Eric, and my siblings who were having a blast playing together.
I distinctly remember one night when we were playing tag in the backyard.
I was running away from Eric, trying my damnedest not to get caught by him.
He was a little bit older than me and already growing into a big, strong man, while I was still just a skinny little girl who had yet to hit puberty.
I made a mad dash across the yard to avoid being tagged by him, and he followed me.
My ten-year-old mind couldn’t help but be drawn to his body as it bounced up and down and side to side while he sprinted across the yard.
With each stride he took, his belly jiggled and wobbled in such a way that I’d never seen before.
My eyes were glued to his stomach, and I couldn’t look away, even though I knew that staring at him like that wasn’t appropriate.
It was just that I’d never seen anything like it before, and it fascinated me.
After that day, I found myself being more and more fascinated by fat people.
The way their bodies moved when they walked, the way their flesh jiggled when they moved, the way it swayed from side to side with each step they took—it was all so pretty.
I couldn’t help but find it attractive in a way that I couldn’t really explain or understand.
It made me feel things deep down inside of me that I didn’t know how to process.
That fascination with fat girls only grew over time, but it was something that I’d learned to keep to myself, as shameful as it was.
I remember when I hit puberty, all my friends started talking about boys and how cute they were and how much they wanted to be with them, but I never really had those feelings for boys.
I mean, there were a few who were cute, but none of them really did anything for me sexually.
I’d hear my friends talk about how they got so hot and bothered when they saw a guy with his shirt off at the beach or how their panties would get wet when they thought about a guy they had a crush on, but I never really had that experience myself.
Sure, there were times when looking at pictures of hot guys in magazines would make me feel tingly down below, but it wasn’t an overwhelming desire or anything like that.
one day I saw a photo of a fat girl so sexy that I started to get excited, then instinctively I took a pillow and stuck it under my shirt...
That summer, my parents told me that I would be spending a few weeks at my aunt and uncle’s house, just like I did every year.
I hated going there because there was nothing to do, no kids my age to play with, and no one to talk to except for my relatives who were older than me and acted like it was an inconvenience to have me around.
Unfortunately, they didn’t give me much of a choice in the matter, so I spent those weeks feeling miserable and lonely most of the time.
One day, while my parents were out running errands, I was sitting on my bed in the room where I slept when I stayed at my aunt and uncle’s place, wondering what I was going to do with myself.
The weather wasn’t great, so I couldn’t go outside and play, and there wasn’t much in terms of entertainment in the house, so I was bored out of my mind.
I decided to go down to the laundry room to see if I could find something to entertain myself with.
While I was down there looking through the various items that were hanging on hooks along the walls, I came across a pair of overalls.
I’d never worn anything like that before because I thought they were kind of silly-looking and didn’t serve much of a purpose, but I was feeling adventurous that day, so I took them off the hook and put them on.
To my surprise, I found them quite comfortable.
They were loose-fitting but not too baggy, and they felt nice against my skin.
I walked around the laundry room in them for a few minutes before I realized what I liked most about them: They had a big pocket in the front where I could put my phone.
It was perfect.
I put my phone in the pocket and then went upstairs to find something else to do.
The overalls made me feel good.
Something about wearing them made me feel happy and content.
As I was walking through the house in my overalls, I caught myself in the mirror that was hanging in the hallway.
When I saw myself in those overalls, I thought to myself, “I wish I could keep this outfit forever.I’d love to wear these overalls every day.”
But then I realized that’s not what I wanted.
It wasn’t the overalls themselves that made me happy; it was something else entirely.
It was the way they made me feel.
They made me feel good about myself in some way that I couldn’t really explain.
They made me feel happy.
They gave me a sense of peace and contentment within myself that I hadn’t felt before.
But even though they made me feel good about myself, it wasn’t enough.
The feeling wasn’t strong enough to satiate the burning desire inside of me.
After looking at myself in the mirror for a few minutes, studying my body from head to toe as I stood there in those overalls, I knew exactly what I needed to do next.
I knew what would make me truly happy.
I padded those overalls with as many pillows as I could get my hands on.
The first pair of overalls that I put on was already a little bit too big on me, but once I started stuffing pillows into them, I was shocked at how much room there really was.
I was able to put a lot more pillows into those overalls than I ever would have expected.
I stuffed those babies full!
I started with a few pillows, but as soon as I put a couple more inside, I thought to myself, “I could probably get a few more pillows in here.”
And then after that, I thought to myself, “Well, if I can fit that many pillows in here, then why not try to put a few more?”
Before I knew it, I’d used just about every pillow that was in that laundry room to pad those overalls.
When I finally put the last pillow inside of them and zipped up the front, I took a step back and looked at myself.
I was amazed at what I saw.
I looked like a completely different person.
I looked like a girl who was 100 pounds heavier than she actually was.
I couldn’t believe that this was actually happening.
I couldn’t believe that I finally discovered something that made me feel so good.
I put my phone into the pocket on my overalls and then walked out of the laundry room.
As I walked through the house, I felt something I’d never felt before.
I felt something that was hard to describe.
The weight of all those pillows against my body, it was an amazing sensation.
The way they pressed against my skin and stretched out that fabric, it made me feel like I was a completely different person.
It made me feel so good about myself.
It made me feel like I had finally found a part of me that had been missing for my entire life.
My aunt and uncle were sitting at the table, eating lunch when they saw me pass by them.
My aunt didn’t even recognize me until I turned around and she saw my face.
She said, “Oh, my God!I thought you were Lily!”
It was an amazing moment when she said that because I knew exactly what she meant.
When she saw me from behind, she thought I was her daughter, my cousin Lily.
I spent the entire afternoon walking around in those overalls full of pillows.
I didn’t want to take them off.
I loved wearing them and feeling those pillows press against my skin.
I loved having all that extra weight on my body and feeling it move around as I walked.
I loved everything about it.
When it came time to get ready for dinner with my parents, I knew I had to take them off, but I didn’t want to.
I started to unzip the front and take some of the pillows out, but as soon as I did, I felt a sense of dread come over me.
I didn’t want to take them off!
I didn’t want to lose this part of me that had just been unearthed!
So I did something that I never would have expected myself to do before this day: I went to dinner with my parents while wearing a pair of overalls full of pillows under my clothes.
And you know what?
It was amazing!
