Chapter 2 - work takes over

The busiest time of the year for me was during the beginning of the year. After Christmas, I settled into this new routine, working 70 hours a week, sometimes more. It was stressful, and I was eating a lot to cope. We would have 1, sometimes 2 meals a day purchased by the firm. These were usually corporate restaurants, such as the Cheesecake Factory or Red Lobster. I had been turned on by my weight gain, and especially by my experience of having to move up in waist size for my pants. For the first time in my life I was acting on my fetish. So I decided to throw restraint out the window. I was eating McDonald's a few times a week for breakfast. If I didn't get McDonald's in the morning, I'd go to Starbucks and order a large, sugary latte. Lunch was often bought by my firm, and I'd frequently eat Chipotle or Chick-Fil-A. I'd order the most fattening burrito I could make at Chipotle. For dinner, I would purposely choose high calorie, large serving items. I was miserable working so much, but I decided to make the most of it and enjoy my fetish.

I gained around a pound per week during that time. By April, things began to slow down for me work wise. At this point, I had gained over 15 pounds. I was pushing 190. I was finally starting to really notice my weight gain. None of my clothes fit. When I went out to buy new pants, I had to go up to a 36 in waist size. My physical condition wasn't what it had been. I went skiing, late in that spring, and besides barely squeezing into my ski pants, my stamina on the slopes was just not the same as it used to be. I skied about 3 runs before calling it quits. My ski pants were nearly impossible to pull up over my fleshy hips and protruding stomach. My weight gain slowed considerably after this, but when I went to see my parents for my birthday in the summer, they were alarmed. I went on a beach trip with my mother, and she realized for the first time the severity of my weight gain. At this time, I was probably around 200 pounds. I wasn't a tall guy, and so I had a considerable amount of fat packed onto my frame. I had small moobs, I had small red stretch marks on my love handles, and my belly stuck out considerably. My parents were quite concerned (they still are today), about my seemingly fast weight gain, but they attributed it to my demanding career phase. Little did they know I was working to fatten myself.