“Look at how big you’re getting!” he’d exclaim. During sex, he’d jiggle my belly and wobble my thighs. The bigger my stomach got, the more turned on he was. She used the expression “womanly” so I didn’t think it was a problem. When I weighed in at 75 kilos, one of my friend’s mothers said that I looked better with a little more weight. Sometimes he’d even weigh me before and after a meal to see if I’d gained anything. If we’d had a big dinner, he’d rub my belly as I ate. Every shot was captioned with my increasing weight. John kept photos of the growth of my stomach. It was hard at the beginning, but then eating a lot became a habit. He’d eat a reasonably sized portion while mine was massive. However, the big thing was portion size and dessert. We ate pretty healthily, lots of veggies, meat and not many carbs. I thought, ‘Great, I can eat whatever I want, and he’s still going to find me attractive.’ In some ways, it felt liberating to be with a guy that liked his women a little curvier. I used to do a lot of sit-ups in pursuit of a flat tummy. I never had any body issues, although like most teenage girls I had wanted to be skinnier. I didn’t understand what he meant at the time, or what was in store. He said he’d always wanted to be thicker himself, but no matter what he did, he just couldn’t put on weight. Then he explained that not only did he like curvy women, but he also loved the act of making them curvier. I had always had a rounded bottom and decent sized C cup breasts. At the time, I was 65 kilos and 173cm tall.
“You know that I like girls with curves, right?” he said. I’d had some sexual encounters and casual boyfriends in my teens, but I’d never had a proper relationship.Ī couple of months later, John started a conversation about what we were both attracted to physically. Despite the seven-year age gap, we became instantaneously inseparable and fell in love. He was an outdoors type that loved exercising. John was 25 and studying for a degree in science at university. We went for a coffee, and the conversation flowed. We’d often have little chats, and then he’d disappear again, leaving me wanting to know more about him.įinally, one day, he called me over to the other side of the counter and nervously asked me whether I’d go on a date with him. Over a period of six weeks, I had a frequent customer: a tall lanky guy, with a thick crop of dark hair and the most startling bright blue eyes. “In 2012, I was 18 and had just completed Year 12.Īs I waited to hear whether I’d made it onto a physiotherapy course at university, I was working in a coffee shop. ALEX thought John was perfect - until she realised he wanted her to change her body.