[M4F] Identity Crisis: The Overly Curvy and Fertile Tomboy

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Almost mocking, it was, in some divine way. The way she "blossomed", as her mother referred to it, whom herself sported a similar physical disposition. She had dreaded it much of her life, her "blossoming" - the knowledge that her body was naturally predisposed to being, well, the exact, complete, perfect fucking opposite of what she felt inside, how she carried herself, how she viewed herself and presented her personality to others.

She'd always been something of a tomboy. She enjoyed more masculine interests and hobbies; she enjoyed Masters of the Universe over Barbie as a child, spent as much money on Warhammer miniatures as most girls did on makeup and dresses, had enjoyed athleticism such as sports and rock climbing before the... "blossoming". Being a late bloomer, she had at least some time to enjoy such athletic things, but then it all went downhill. Hard. Fast.

Her physicality could not contrast her masculine personality more. Her bust could not be obscured by even the baggiest of anime hoodies, and even most special-order online lingerie stores didn't carry anything that could comfortably support her massive, jiggling, fat, round pumpkins protruding from her wide torso. What commendable progress she made on her abdominals was entirely lost under a thick layer of pillowy soft padding on her belly; not necessarily "fat", but perhaps a bit beyond chubby. And then below was her utterly freakish hips, ass, and thighs. At least, she felt freakish. It was difficult enough to find bras that fit her bust, greatly enhanced with chronic macromastia, and just as difficult to find something that could comfortably fit over the thick, bubbly, jiggly couch cushion she called her ass. Not to mention the head-crushers that were her marshmallow-soft thighs.

Her hormones were a fucking mess and she knew it. Looking in the mirror, she looked and felt like nothing short of what she could call a "baby factory", with a body beyond what one would call "built for sin", but built for carrying and birthing babies, at least likely with little effort, according to her mother. Apparently, birth proved to be a quick and fairly easy process for her thanks to her own monstrous hips, so she at least had that to look forward to if the time for such things ever came.

But a part of her hated it. She hated how her own body seemed to be mocking her with its absurdity; a fate forced upon her merely by the fact she'd been born into her ridiculous family. She longed for the days where she could walk around without risk of tearing her clothes over her curves, pursue sports without being out of breath in minutes from carrying around so much feminine weight, being able to eat all she liked without it ballooning her curves even more. It was like she could barely look at a steakhouse or ice cream parlor without putting on a few pounds in her ass.

Her body desired babies and breeding, apparently. And she desired a normal life robbed of her. There was nothing she could realistically do about it, but whatever comes of it, she'd just have to deal in the aloof, masculine... tiring way she always did. And oh, was it tiring. A part of her wished it could just be gone forever. A part of her also wished she no longer had to try, maybe that she was born with a different personality that could better embrace her problematic fecundity. Both parts of her wished her milk would have come when she was ready to have a baby so she didn't have to pump so damn much like an unfortunate mother - how that truly caused her an identity crisis.

How does she deal with the contrast? Maybe trying out a more indulgent lifestyle? Meeting someone on a dating app that isn't put off by her medically ridiculous body? The conflict she feels within herself is complex and all-encompassing, and fascinatingly erotic to explore.

Kinks: Curvy women, BDSM, being dominant, mommy-dom, older women, excessive ass/breasts, female weight gain, breast, butt, pregnant, berry expansion, pregnancy/breeding, female weight gain, inconvenient sexual characteristics, lactation/breastfeeding

Limits: feet, armpit, being humiliated, bathroom, furry