As Big As A Cow
By Queenie
Hi, my name is Queenie and I want tell you my story.I am 23 years old, 5`5``, and rather pretty.
My parents are from Scandinavian origin and I have long blonde hair.
I was born in Alberta (CAN).
When I was a little child I already showed a big appetite - my Mom can confirm this - and my lovely parents encouraged my propensity to eat. For them children have to eat a lot in order to grow strong and healthy. So they gave me a lot of food. Every day. So when I was 5 years old, my belly was already round. People always told me how pretty AND chubby I was. So both words became in my brain the same thing. I grew being proud to be pretty AND chubby. When I was 6 years old, I already weighed 118 lbs!
One day my Dad drove me to visit a farmer, a friend of our family. That day has changed my life. He showed us his cow house and especially a big cow. I said: "How beautiful she is! How big!" So the gentleman pronounced the words which changed my future. "Oh yes, she is Hazel. She is very big, about 980 lbs; in front of her you are really small, my little girl!" Then he laughed! His words were just a shock to me. I always believed to be chubby and the man told me I was "little and small"!
I got FULL OF ENVY!
When we left the farm I hated this man, his words, his cow! better: I hated the fact this cow was much bigger than me!
That day I decided to grow bigger, to grow so big to be compared with this cow. That day was the most important of my life!
I grew enjoying food. In the night I often waked up and went to the kitchen to eat bread with butter and ham. Moreover to drink milk. I ate and drank till I was full. So I grew bigger and bigger. When I was 16 years old my weight was around 300 lbs: I was the biggest of my family!
My Dad, a strong man, weighed 220 lbs, and my Mom, a sweet woman, weighed 200 lbs: both Dad and Mom never forced me to diet.
On the contrary, they encouraged me to eat!
"Queenie, finish the soup!" "Queenie, finish the turkey!" "Queenie, finish the pie!"...I still remember. And I ate, and ate, and ate!
I wore my country hat, my T-shirt, my tight jeans and my cowgirl boots: I was FAT and PROUD of my body! Yet I knew my final goal: getting as big as a cow! When I watched my body at the mirror, I always hoped to look bigger than before!
At the school I made acquaintance with three slim girls: Sophie, Kathy, and Clarissa. No one of them weighed more than 140 lbs and since I was already 350 lbs, my weight was a central topic in our talks. One day I decided to tell them the true reason I was growing more and more: I did reveal my purpose to get as big as a cow! They were shocked!
"Are you crazy?" "You cannot get as big as a cow!" "You are a woman, you will burst!" So I got very furious.
I said: "Why not? I have a strong heart, an elastic skin and an iron will! Of course I can get as big as a cow! I was born to gain weight!"
Our friendship became icy!
Yet, a week later, they called me up: they wanted support me, to save our friendship! So I became the middle point of their interest and almost every day they gave me fattening food to make me fatter!
I ate as much as I could: at home, at my school, in a fast food before coming home, again at home! I ate till I felt overstuffed!
When I finished the school I was 410 lbs!
When I was 19, Roy - my present husband - married me. He is a feeder and a wonderful man. So I left my parents and started a new life in his house.
When I told him about my ambition, he was overjoyed! I weighed 430 lbs at that time and beginning from this point the true growing of my body began! Without school and other works I had only an occupation: EATING! I tried to eat more and more and when I felt swollen like a balloon I asked my hubby: "Am I as big as a cow?" He laughed and said: "Not yet honey, you have a long way in front of you!" So I said: "Really? So I want get bigger!" After a few months I reached the goal of 500 lbs!
Roy encouraged me to continue and I DID IT.
Now I weigh 720 lbs: I look bigger than ever but I want grow even bigger!
I want get as big as a cow!