The Alure of Puppy-fat

The misadventures of a preteen girl carrying a little too much weight for her age.

It is a truth universally acknowledged that a pervert in possession of raging hard-on must be in want of a child to molest. That’s why the universe in general is on its guard against the slightest hint of paedophilia. What the universe has a marked tendency to turn a blind eye to however is that most preteen molestations are carried out by one child on another. Apparently, these juvenile gropings don’t really count as sex crimes, they’re just the result of a mix of youthful high spirits and natural curiosity. Nothing to be concerned about.

I wasn’t overly concerned about it either when boys and girls alike stared to take an interest in my ten year old body when It quite suddenly turned chubby with puppy-fat. This pudginess gave me curves well in advance of puberty, particularly around the chest, thighs and bum area. This certainly attracted the attention of my peers. Girls with figures resembling stick insect were keen to cop a feel of my prepubescent corpulance. Boys tended to poke me with fingers and on one unforgettable occasion, with a stick.

In the main, I quite liked the attention…until the bullying started. Girls and boys only a year or two older than me were the worst. I didn’t mind the name calling so much but the grabbing and the mauling were irksome, not to mention bruising.

I now had a choice to make. My natural inclination was to hide myself away as much as possible and try not to get noticed. However, a small but insistent and rebellious part of me kept saying “fuck all that crap”, (words I kept for special occasions). The alternative option and the one I ultimately chose to take was to flaunt what I’d got. Make a virtue of it. Willingly share it with anyone seeking to cop that feel.

The affect was amazing. I suddenly became so popular that the bullies quickly became outnumbered, demoralised and left to find meeker prey. I had more boyfriends than I knew what to do with. Truth to tell, most of them had more of me than they knew what to do with, but that didn’t matter. That summer, my parents pitched a tent up in our back garden so we kids would have somewhere to shelter from the sun while we were playing. We played at having an orgy. There were seven of us: four boys and three girls. We all took our clothes of, then each of them took a turn at lying on top of me and kissing me. After that, it all became a bit of a free for all with us ending up in a heap of entangled writhing naked limbs and bodies. I don’t know what the other kids got out of this but the effect on me was electrifying. I tingled in places I’d never known tingles before. The butterflies in my tummy migrated South to become butterflies in mu pussy. I recall that I felt a sharp sting as a probing anonymous finger took my virginity, (I never did find out who’s finger it was but I know it must have been a finger because it bent in a way that cocks can’t.)

It all came toan abrupt end when mum called me from the house. Suddenly we were all trying to get dressed in a mad hurry and I bet that consequently, none of us went home wearing exactly the same clothes we’d come out in.

Well, the summer passed, I turned eleven and my chubbiness was slowly absorbed by the onset of puberty. I shrank while former stick insects put on curvatious pounds. I wasn’t special anymore, but that no longer mattered because now I had proper sex to contend with; but that’s another story for another day.

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