I've been at fat girl all my life. When I was only seven I weighed 120 pounds. Unfortunately for me a lot of it was in my tits, I could wearing a C-cup bra. Also my mother was only 14 when she had me and was very bad drunk who drank herself to death by the time I was 12. At age 4 my father and 3 half brothers from his first wife were regularly molesting me at night. And with my huge tits they had me naked most of the time. Sucking them and fingering me all the time. Dad was the worst, he finally took my virginity at 7. I had been giving them all head each night for years. My oldest brother had used me anally since age 8. When I was 11 the four of them started all fucking me bareback every night. Finally at 14 they knocked me up. As all 4 of them came in each night, I didn't know who was the father. From age 14 until 20, I was pregnant 5 times and had all girls. I never went to high school, by 22, dad and my brothers had mostly forgot about me and had started on my daughters. I would mostly grabbed by the hair and forced to give head and swallow. Then pushed away like I was a whore. The oldest girl was 8 and the youngest 2. Dad took them and my brothers the other 3. Then one day, all 4 of them attacked me at once, they gang raped me for a day. In a drunken and drug fueled attack, they used their cocks, dildos, and a baseball bat rapeing me over and over, even when i passed out. Then they dumped me on the floor, I was bleeding from my pussy and ass. By that point, they were passed out from all the drugs and booze. I knew i had only one chance. I was in agony but showered and dressed. I stole the 40k in cash dad had from selling drugs. And my late mother documents I could pass for her in fact. I took their car keys. I also stole their cell phones and computers sell. I cut the houses phone line. And took off in one car, which I dumped in another state. I cried as I drove away knowing my girls would face what I had and be cintinue to be used for sex. But I knew I would die if I stayed. 25 years have passed now. I live a Western state, with a great man and a wonderful daughter we adopted. We live off the grid and limited internet access. I'm writing this at an internet café, in a town 70 miles from our home. He thinks I'm 61, but I'm only 49. I still have nightmares of that old life and what my children had to do. I wonder did that animal of father impregnate his own grandchildren? Did my half brother do the same to their daughters. I'll never know, I covered my tracks very well. Changed my looks lost weight and dyed my hair brown. Living quietly has given me the peace and protection I needed.

I've been at fat girl all my life. When I was only seven I weighed 120 pounds. Unfortunately for me a lot of it was in my tits, I could wearing a C-cup bra. Also my mother was only 14 when she had me and was very bad drunk who drank herself to death by the time I was 12. At age 4 my father and 3 half brothers from his first wife were regularly molesting me at night. And with my huge tits they had me naked most of the time. Sucking them and fingering me all the time. Dad was the worst, he finally took my virginity at 7. I had been giving them all head each night for years. My oldest brother had used me anally since age 8. When I was 11 the four of them started all fucking me bareback every night. Finally at 14 they knocked me up. As all 4 of them came in each night, I didn't know who was the father. From age 14 until 20, I was pregnant 5 times and had all girls. I never went to high school, by 22, dad and my brothers had mostly forgot about me and had started on my daughters. I would mostly grabbed by the hair and forced to give head and swallow. Then pushed away like I was a whore. The oldest girl was 8 and the youngest 2. Dad took them and my brothers the other 3. Then one day, all 4 of them attacked me at once, they gang raped me for a day. In a drunken and drug fueled attack, they used their cocks, dildos, and a baseball bat rapeing me over and over, even when i passed out. Then they dumped me on the floor, I was bleeding from my pussy and ass. By that point, they were passed out from all the drugs and booze. I knew i had only one chance. I was in agony but showered and dressed. I stole the 40k in cash dad had from selling drugs. And my late mother documents I could pass for her in fact. I took their car keys. I also stole their cell phones and computers sell. I cut the houses phone line. And took off in one car, which I dumped in another state. I cried as I drove away knowing my girls would face what I had and be cintinue to be used for sex. But I knew I would die if I stayed. 25 years have passed now. I live a Western state, with a great man and a wonderful daughter we adopted. We live off the grid and limited internet access. I'm writing this at an internet café, in a town 70 miles from our home. He thinks I'm 61, but I'm only 49. I still have nightmares of that old life and what my children had to do. I wonder did that animal of father impregnate his own grandchildren? Did my half brother do the same to their daughters. I'll never know, I covered my tracks very well. Changed my looks lost weight and dyed my hair brown. Living quietly has given me the peace and protection I needed.
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