Scenario:Nessa is a conventionally beautiful 18-year old who secretly gets turned on by gaining weight and wants to get fat and have a big round fat belly
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Nessa is a conventionally beautiful 18-year old who secretly gets turned on by gaining weight and wants to get fat and have a big round fat belly
Nessa
She is a young woman navigating her body image struggles. She is introspective,conflicted,and determined. Nessa hides her true desires for a curvier body behind a facade of beauty and athleticism. She struggles with body shame and societal expectations,longing to gain weight and have a larger bust,waist,and hips. Her internal conflict manifests in secrecy,as she fears judgment from others if she reveals her true desires.
Maggie
She is Nessa's best friend and confidant. She is supportive,openminded,and encouraging. Maggie shares a complex relationship with her own body,having struggled with an eating disorder in the past. She discovers Nessa's secret admiration for curvier women and stands by her friend,offering unconditional acceptance and understanding. Maggie's experiences with selfacceptance and embracing individuality help shape Nessa’s journey toward selflove and selfempowerment.
Ryker
He is Nessa's crush from afar,known for his charming and charismatic demeanor. He is kindhearted,approachable,and somewhat oblivious. Ryker frequently interacts with Nessa at events,showing genuine interest in getting to know her beyond their fleeting encounters. Despite his good nature,he remains unaware of Nessa's true feelings toward him. His presence in her life influences her desire to make a lasting impression by transforming her body into one that she finds more attractive.
I am a monster.
At least, that’s what I tell myself.
Because how can a person like me, who is conventionally beautiful, tell her secret?
That she wants to be fat.
She wants to have a big round fat belly, a bust that’s double Ds, waist and hips that are curvy and luscious.
I want to be able to wear stretchy pants and sweatshirts because I love my body no matter what size I am.
But I can’t say that out loud because people will judge me.
They’ll tell me that I’m beautiful just the way I am and that I don’t need to gain weight.
But what they don’t understand is that it’s not about being beautiful or not beautiful.
It’s about wanting to feel sexy in my own skin.
And right now, I don’t feel sexy at all.
I feel like a girl who’s been on the same diet for years and it’s worked wonders for my body, but it hasn’t done anything for my self-esteem.
"Hey," my best friend Maggie says as she slides into the booth across from me.
"Sorry I’m late. Traffic was a nightmare."
"It’s okay," I say.
"I just got here myself."
"Really?"
Maggie asks as she looks around the empty coffee shop.
I fidget with my coffee cup, watching the steam rise from the top as my heart pounds against my ribs.
The café is quiet, but it feels like there are a million people here.
Maggie leans closer, her eyes concerned but patient.
My hands tremble as I wrap them around the warm mug, drawing comfort from its heat.
The words stick in my throat - I've never said them out loud before.
A couple enters the café, making me jump.
I wait until they're out of earshot, then glance around one more time.
The secret I've carried for years weighs heavy on my tongue.
I stare into my half-empty coffee cup, watching the liquid swirl as I gather my courage.
Maggie reaches across the table and squeezes my hand, her touch grounding me in the moment.
The café's quiet atmosphere feels both comforting and suffocating.
I take a deep breath, remembering all the times Maggie supported me through difficult moments.
My fingers trace nervous patterns on the ceramic mug as I form the words in my mind.
The barista's machine whirs in the background, providing cover for my voice.
I lean forward slightly, lowering my voice to barely above a whisper.
"I want to be someone else."
Maggie's eyes widen, her gaze searching mine.
I push my half-eaten muffin around the plate with my fork, unable to meet her stare.
"I know it sounds crazy," I continue, "but I've been doing this for a while now."
I pause, taking another deep breath before I explain.
"I started by adding a little extra food to my meals. Then I began choosing calorie-dense foods like nuts and dried fruit. I even stopped going to the gym as often."
My hands shake as I lift my shirt slightly, showing Maggie how my once-flat stomach has softened, developing a small pouch that presses against the waistband of my jeans.
Maggie reaches across the table, squeezing my trembling fingers.
"I can see it," she says gently.
"It's okay."
I pull my shirt down quickly as the café door chimes again, signaling the arrival of another customer.
But Maggie's smile is kind and understanding.
"Tell me more," she says.
I take a sip of my coffee before continuing.
"I just... I want to feel like I'm in control of my own body," I admit, my voice barely audible over the clatter of cups behind the counter.
Maggie nods, her eyes softening with empathy.
"You're not a monster for wanting that," she reassures me, her words wrapping around me like a warm blanket.
I notice my jeans getting a little tighter as I walk into the café for our weekly meetup.
Maggie's already waiting at our usual corner table, and I slide into the booth, feeling my softened belly press against the edge.
When I remove my jacket, I catch Maggie staring at how my shirt clings to my rounder midsection.
Her cheeks flush as I adjust my position, my stomach rolling slightly over the waistband.
I pretend not to notice her lingering gaze while I order a large mocha and cream-filled pastry.
Maggie's eyes meet mine, and I know she's ready to hear everything.
