One year later…
“Did you (pant) fucking talk to (huff) HOA like I (gasp) told you?” I wheezed as Aaron helped me wiggle through the front door of the condo.
I had to turn sideways just to squeeze through—hips still somehow brushing both sides like I was a wiggling, jiggling, wrecking ball of squishiness wrapped in tights. I let go of Aaron’s steady grip for a second, shuffled inside like a wo...
2025-06-23 03:05:00 +0000 UTC View PostI glanced at Autumn, who gave me the tiniest smirk over the rim of her glass—silent, sparkly pep talk. I smirked back, then looked up at Aaron, my eyes heavy-lidded, lips parted, breath still coming in short little gasps from eating like a total pig.
“Um… (hiccup) yeah, I just… I ate (huff) too much.”
I pouted, looking down and smoothing a hand over the huge curve of my belly. “I’m (pant) too stuffed to move,” I murmured...
2025-06-19 22:00:06 +0000 UTC View PostAaron?
White tee. Blue jeans.
Basically my look in guy form. Jaw sharper than I remembered, but the boyish good looks? Still there—just deeper now.
More defined.
Like life had roughed him up just enough to make him even better. Hair shorter, messier, like he didn’t try and somehow still got it right.
He stopped cold. Like his heart skipped the same beat mine did.
The cigars slipped from his han...
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2025-05-30 03:52:24 +0000 UTC View PostIt was a Saturday—the kind of early summer evening that made everything feel golden and possible.
The sun hung low over Seattle, casting everything in that soft, buttery light. Sky was clear, just over eighty degrees. The kind of evening that felt like it was meant to be something.
I was dead set on the blue jeans and white tank look for the BBQ. Classic. Sexy. Very Cel Monroe—even if I hadn’t worn jeans in publi...
2025-05-30 01:09:17 +0000 UTC View PostWhat is Annalisa up to?
2025-05-30 01:04:43 +0000 UTC View PostSpring slowly melted towards summer, and to my slight surprise—though let’s be real, not that surprised—I just kept growing.
And not because I was trying. Because once I started eating? I usually couldn’t stop. LOL, but also... not kidding.
Everything expanded—my ass. My thighs. My appetite. My fan count.
What didn’t expand?
My lungs.
I’d still wake up gasping, chest tight, head...
2025-05-17 18:00:08 +0000 UTC View PostIn the days that followed I numbed the fuck out.
Couldn’t believe it. Chase—such an ass.
Except… yeah. I could.
And maybe that was the worst part.
Somewhere deep, buried under wine and cake, I knew he wasn’t wrong.
Didn’t mean I was ready to hear it.
Or feel it.
So I didn’t.
I shoved it down—hard. Every breath, every bite, every broken thought.
But the way he looked at me?...
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2025-05-08 18:58:41 +0000 UTC View PostFebruary rolled in with rain and roses, and Jordan took Valentine’s Day like it was a sport, just like he did last year. He fed me an entire pink cake for breakfast, kissed my fingers clean, and spent the rest of the day pressed between my thighs, whispering how amazed he was by my weight gain while I moaned, too full to move.
Then it was my birthday.
Twenty-six.
Which somehow made me feel both old… and like I blinked and l...
I'm sure some of you have probably listened to this audio of Annalisa before on Amazon or Audible, but I’m posting it here available to buy as a one time purchase, as a way to try and raise funds for Katrina Medina to become the voice of Cel Monroe, and making Cel's story into a Weight of Love style video series soon.
The Secret Life of Cel Monroe is turning out to be a pretty long book, which means a lot of work for Katrina. She’s been amazing an...
2025-05-04 22:06:58 +0000 UTC View PostI knew the holidays were gonna be tricky this year.
Still wasn’t speaking to Mom—so Christmas? I could skip. Guilt-free. A gift to myself.
Thanksgiving at Dad’s? No dodging that one.
So I made an executive decision—both Chase and Jordan were coming with me. One on each arm, looking fine as ever, and yeah, I’d tell the family they were just friends, just roommates, hoping no one pressed too hard. Lucky for me, my...
2025-05-01 22:06:56 +0000 UTC View PostBefore the title of 'The Secret Life of Cel Monroe' gets set in stone, I thought I'd do a poll and ask all of you what you think the title of this story should be. It can be tricky, as I want people to know what it is, but also don't want to be too on the nose if this becomes a paperback that people may want to read during a flight etc... What do you think? If you have any suggestions let me know, thanks :)
2025-04-30 21:42:20 +0000 UTC View PostSpring melted into summer, the days blurring together—not by calendars or checklists, but by cravings and comfort.
It was dreamy. Like life had hit pause just for me. Slowed down. Sweetened up.
And I let it.
One bite. One breath. One spoiled, blissed-out moment at a time.
Me, Jordan, Chase, and Muggles—we had our rhythm. Easy. Solid. And yeah, strangely natural.
Neither of my boys seemed in a rush to leave, and I...
2025-04-30 18:21:58 +0000 UTC View PostAs well as everything was going with OnlyFans and now Patreon, not to mention Cel Monroe’s Insta hitting 900K thirsty-as-fuck followers, the impending tragedy of Chase probably leaving for SoCal in April had me feeling some kind of way.
Sure, Jordan would still be around, but even that felt uncertain, because their lease was up, which meant he’d be moving soon, too. Maybe not out of state, but who the hell knew?
I’d gotten used to...
2025-04-20 16:37:53 +0000 UTC View PostI hauled my lazy, wine-soaked ass down to my building’s gym, which was technically smaller than the one in my old place—not that I needed much. A treadmill. Air-conditioning. Maybe a miracle.
I stepped onto that godforsaken machine, hit start, and within seconds, regret set in.
And yeah.
It sucked.
Five minutes felt like five hours. I was sweating like I’d just done a grueling, milit...
2025-04-12 00:05:02 +0000 UTC View PostIce shot through my veins.
I bolted upright so fast my whole body jiggled—belly, thighs, arms, everything—but I barely noticed, too busy gripping my phone like it might physically hold me together.
“Umm, video?” My voice came out too high, too breathless. Not good. Not good at all.
“On YouTube!” she shrieked, voice a volatile cocktail of rage, hysteria, and pure, unfiltered Mom panic. 2025-04-03 23:31:02 +0000 UTC View Post
Days later, and I still couldn’t fucking believe fucking Sam Walters.
If karma existed, I'd be lounging on a velvet throne, sipping champagne while Jordan and Chase took turns rearranging fucking Sam’s smug, lying face into abstract art.
But karma? Nowhere to be found.
He set me up.
Made me that drink.
Knew exactly what he was doing.
And I walked right into it.
Instead of a W-2, cushy benefits, and a pa...
2025-03-31 19:08:12 +0000 UTC View PostI didn’t know what the hell to do with myself for the rest of September. Felt like my life had been flipped upside down, dumped on the floor, and I just walked away, not even bothering to check the damage.
Of course, the boys called, texted—annoyed, confused, wanting answers I wasn’t giving.
Jordan was still sweet, even though he had every right to be pissed.
Chase? Still bossy, still hot for me, demanding attention like he ...
2025-03-26 01:34:28 +0000 UTC View PostSummer went on, and the money kept pouring in.
My fans happily throwing cash at me—paying for my meals, my indulgences, my life. And yeah, I was spending. A lot.
First big move? Traded in the Jetta.
I didn’t need a new car. But I wanted one. Something sleeker, sexier, faster. So I called my dad, told him I was ready for an upgrade, and of course, he wanted in...
2025-03-23 01:42:54 +0000 UTC View PostAnd that’s how it went that summer.
Jordan came over a night or two a week. Same with Chase. Sometimes more with Chase.
Which wasn’t something I was analyzing too hard.
I was doing better. Showing restraint. Control. The guys were too, in their own ways. Keeping me on track, making sure I didn’t spiral.
Jordan was all about positive reinforcement. "Do what makes you feel good, princess....
2025-03-19 01:14:24 +0000 UTC View PostAfterward, I didn’t move. Couldn’t.
I was too heavy, too stretched, my body sunk deep into the mattress, limbs useless, belly aching, so stuffed I could feel my heartbeat in it.
Jordan still had energy.
His lips brushed over mine, licking traces of whipped cream from my skin, trailing down my jaw, my chin, my neck. His hands followed, sliding over my belly, rubbing gentle, grounding circles, soothing the fullness like he was s...
2025-03-19 00:30:09 +0000 UTC View PostI didn’t really know what to do with myself the rest of the day, what to do about Jordan, so I just stalled. Lounged. Stretched out on the couch, scrolling, zoning, doing absolutely nothing.
Took an edible.
Ordered burgers and fries.
Not one, but two milkshakes—vanilla and chocolate, because I wasn’t in the business of making hard choices today.
I tried to relax.
Even went out on the balcony again, lit up another...
2025-03-08 18:43:04 +0000 UTC View PostI let out a breathy laugh, the kind that could melt butter or burn a man to the ground, depending on how I meant it. Right now? Scorching.
“Screw you, Chase.”
Still gripping my half-eaten slice, I gave a slow wiggle in his lap—just enough to remind him exactly where I was.
Exactly what was in his lap, pressing down against his huge boner.
“What the hell (pant) does me being in shape or outta shape have to do...
2025-03-06 23:42:47 +0000 UTC View PostThe next day, I met Jenna for brunch at Portage Bay Café, a place we used to hit religiously back when my life wasn’t a full-blown, no-brakes, popcorn-worthy circus.
I think we both missed how it used to be.
This? Our little peace treaty. A break from work, from everything. Just us.
She was already there, sipping what looked like tea, scrolling her phone.
I wiggled in slow, extra careful—partially because my he...
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The elevator dinged, doors sliding open, and I lurched out, already out of breath, wiggling my way toward Reboot like I wasn’t about to explode out of my outfit. I tried to act casual, like I wasn’t trying to suck in, wasn’t fighting with my cami that kept rolling up like it was shrinking in real time. Like I wasn...
2025-02-24 03:02:57 +0000 UTC View PostMy heart was still racing as I tossed the last of my bags into the trunk. Fucking Jordan. Somehow, it had never crossed my mind that one of my fans might actually be someone that knows me.
I tossed my purse inside and flopped into the driver’s seat with a clumsy whooomff—hips pressing into the sides, belly settling heavy in my lap. Let out a huff, trying to catch my breath, my mind spinning over every word, every look, every damn second o...
2025-02-22 19:13:08 +0000 UTC View PostConfidence—and an endless supply of takeout—carried me through February and into March. Decadent meals, indulgent moments, and all the fun I could handle. Work? Total slacker mode. If Sam couldn’t even face me, why should I care?
My OnlyFans?
Thriving.
I’d gotten good at photoshoots—nailing the lighting, experimenting with outfits, trying bolder poses—but Jenna? She was the video queen. Editing was he...
2025-02-21 03:26:34 +0000 UTC View PostThat first Monday morning in January hit hard, dragging along the fallout from my post-Christmas free-for-all.
The aftermath stuck to me like glitter after New Year’s—impossible to shake and showing up in all the wrong places. Cookies stashed in Tupperware. Half-empty bottles of wine I couldn’t just let go to waste. And that hazy, blurry week between Christmas and New Year’s?
Yeah, not my finest moment. I’d taken all my ...
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