chapter 2

Eating less kind of worked. Over the next year, I only put on 10 lbs. But it was different. I don’t think anyone else really notice, but I saw though it didn’t all land in my ass, thighs, and boobs. My arms we’re getting even a little softer, and worse, my belly was just starting to gently push out on my tight little dresses. Even worse, since I spent a lot of time starving myself, I was starting to binge and binging got me used to eating larger amounts all at once.

I still got all of the attention I wanted from hot guys, but I felt like I was on the clock. I was still hot and I knew it, but I was creeping closer to 200lbs and to me, anyone of 200lbs was fat, and you couldn’t be fat and sexy right? And no hot guy would be into me if I didn’t look sexy right? So if I was going to end up with a hotty I thought I had to settle down fast before I got fat.

That plan didn’t work at all. I did start dating this really good looking lawyer named Mark, and 4 months later I moved with him. As soon as I moved in, the wheels totally came off for the first time. I wasn’t like the sit at home spooning up pints of ice-cream kind of girl. But I loved good food, but I’d been starving myself. So I started calling myself a foodie, as an excuse to indulge. I went out with friends, co-workers or whoever for breakfast lunch and dinner almost every day for 6 moths.

The weight piled on. I gained 30 lbs in just a few months. My ass and thighs were starting to get huge and my boobs had grown to Ds. My arms were starting to thicken about and my belly was making its presence known. There was no question I was a big girl now, but to my surprise. I was still turning heads. I was even still fucking my hot doctor who obviously knew I was clinically obese and getting fatter. I think it must have been my shape. I looked like a fat Kim K, a perfect hourglass.

Despite the fact that other guys seemed to be into me still. Mark and I broke up when I was about 230. I think it was an ego thing. He just couldn’t take being seen as dating a fat girl whether she was hot or not. I was okay with it. Besides his body, I wasn’t really to into him anyway. He was SO BORING. Anyway, good riddance.

The break up with Mark did leave me with a problem though. I wasn’t right about the 200 lb rule, but I wasn’t totally wrong either. The guys I was into were attracted to me, but they didn’t want to show me off because, what would their friends think. On the bright side, by this time I was almost 30. All of my friends had either gotten married, fat or both by then or they were just too bitchy for anyone to tolerate. Next to them, I though my fat ass and I still had a chance of landing a keeper.

A few months later I finally found Ryan. Ryan was a 40 year old retired NFL WR who owned a few car dealerships. He was rich, shredded and liked my big fat ass. Literally he was everything I wanted. At this point I weigh 240, but he didn’t seem to mind, he showed me off anyway.

I don’t think he wanted me to get fatter, but I couldn’t not with him. He loved to take me to events, dinners, whatever. It was just food food food everywhere. So at that point I basically threw in the towel. I decided I just had no self-control and I wasn’t going to pretend to try anymore. Food was too good not to get fat for.

I know I did it to myself, but I felt like I was constantly stuffed full of food by Ryan. After a year, I visited my sexy doctor and he told me I weighed 287 lbs. I didn’t care though, I just wanted him and I knew he still wanted me. Even with though ass was huge, my thighs were like tree trunks and my boobs fattened, even though my gut had grown thick and fat and my arms looked plump. I still had that hour glass shape that makes guys crazy. The sex was great.

I’m really not sure how fat I am now. But I know I’m still getting fatter. Like I said, it just keeps happening, and I really have no self-control. I just can say no.