Chapter 2

Of course being a poor college student that had to share a fridge with multiple roommates meant I had to be particularly thrifty in my spending and could not buy too much due to a question of space. From time to time however, I was able to indulge myself quite well and the results began to creep onto my body. When I moved away from my parents I was a slightly chubby 170 pounds, but over the years that weight slowly began to creep up and my love of food had managed to place 70 pounds onto my frame by the age of 24. I was by no means bothered by my entrance into obesity. I carried the weight well, and besides, if I were to worry about my weight it would get in the way of my eating. I was and am a glutton.

If I could afford it I would not have 3, not 4, but at least 5 or 6 meals in a day. The feeling I got from stuffing myself with all kinds of food gives me a wonderful feeling throughout my body. Getting fat is simply the logical result of my gluttony. Add on the fact that I enjoyed being lazy and most of my hobbies required about as much energy as turning the books of a page, pressing buttons on game controls, and clicking mouse buttons. I worked full time in food service and also went to school, so I could only laze around on my days off, but I made certain to take full advantage of it when I could. Upon reaching 240 pounds I began to worry though.

I had not dated much and, while I didn’t have any trouble talking to girls I was often placed into the “friend” category. My unique quirk with food was also a hurdle I would have to deal with eventually, and I doubted there were that many girls who would like to have a boyfriend who is a glutton. All things changed though when I met my Rachel. We’d met by chance on Facebook, and had innocently started chatting with each other, and as luck would have it were within driving distance of each other. Our conversations gradually changed from friendly to a more intimate level and when the subject came to fetishes and secret desires I came out about my addiction and desire to glut on food. Surprisingly she took it well.

In fact, she even offered to treat me for a day on our first date, saying she wanted me to know that she would be willing to accommodate my desires and that she wasn’t going to judge me or criticize me just because I was a little different. We had our first real date two weeks after we started exchanging e-mails and telephone calls, and met up at an all you could eat buffet (the location being my idea). We had already exchanged photos before meeting, but I was still blown away by her appearance upon meeting her for real. She had long dark hair, a tan complexion from sun bathing, a gorgeous smile, and a slim, but curvy figure, all on a 5’9” frame. We made with the usually chatting that couples have on a date until finally I asked her if she were really fine with her helping me foot the bill on my meals that day.

She reassured me that I didn’t need to worry about it and jokingly commented that I was only one person, how much could I eat? Boy was she surprised. I plowed through plate after plate at that buffet. Her eyes just grew bigger as she watched me plow through 5 plates of greasy food and was further shocked when I unbuttoned my pants for more room. By the end of the date I had managed to polish off 6 plates of food and 3 desserts. I could have and wanted to eat more, but I was so stuffed I knew it had become too much of a chore to keep going back and forth for more. I had contemplated asking Rachel to help me in getting more food, but I held back since she had already been shocked by what I had eaten already and wasn’t sure how she could handle me wanting more.