Chapter 1 - The Story of My Gain

I know I’ve already pretty much posted all of this on forums and whatnot, but I thought I’d write down the entire story of my gain up until now to have it all in one place.

So to start off, I have been overweight pretty much my entire life. Not really fat, but what most would consider chubby. I stayed pretty much the same weight throughout high school and the beginning of college. My weight back then was around 200 lbs.

Before I dive deeper into my journey, I need to add that I’ve been a fat admirer from a very early age. Like most, my interest started with violet from Willy Wonka or that one episode of lilo and stitch. By the time I was 9, I had uncensored access to the internet and would watch weight gain compilations on YouTube all the time. By the time I was 12, I was reading WG fiction and surfing forums. Despite the fact I admired watching others get fat, I never liked my own weight. I always thought I was too fat. My mother, who is the same height as me (5’9), has never weighed more than 150 lbs, but when I was growing up, she was probably smaller than that. She’s never had to work out or anything and snacked all the time because of her super fast metabolism. I was so jealous of her. But despite our weight differences, she never said anything about mine or made me feel bad.

Anyways, back to my gain. So when I started college, as I said, I weighed around 200lbs and maintained that through my 1st and most of my 2nd year. Then about halfway through the 2nd semester of my 2nd year, Covid struck. But you see, unlike many stories I’ve heard, I actually managed to lose weight. This was mainly because I started taking medicine for my ADHD, which killed my appetite. But I also started to work out more. We went back to in-person classes by the time my 3rd of college started, and at that point, I weighed around 170 pounds. Nothing crazy happened over that year, but by the time I started my 4th and final year, I was back up to 180.

I didn’t view gaining back 10 pounds as a super big deal, and I started the year not really caring. Many say their last year of college is the easiest, but mine was easily the hardest. I double majored and had a minor, so I had a lot of work on my hands. I also was in senior project, which was very intensive and took up so much time and energy. I didn’t have time to work out anymore or really watch what I was eating. But during the first semester, I still had a somewhat regular sleeping schedule. By winter break rolled around, I had put on a little weight. I didn’t weigh myself but looking at pictures, I was probably about 190 - 200ish. At the time, I didn’t even notice, though.

Then I started my final semester, which puts us in January 2022. So all my classes ramped up, even more, especially senior project. I thought I was super busy before, but it was nothing compared to the workload of 2nd semester. I literally had no free time, so I didn’t work out and was always grabbing meals from the fast food places on campus or eating sugary snacks from vending machines. I also pretty much had no sleep, which I’ve heard can lead to weight gain. Most nights, I slept around 3-5 hours, and that was even if I went to bed. I pulled countless all-nighters. Minimum twice a week. So with all these factors put together, the weight started to pile on, but I really didn't notice because I mainly wore sweats and I wasn’t paying attention. I knew I was getting kinda chubby again but didn’t know to what extent. So I finally graduated at the very end of April, and a few days after graduation hopped on the scale to realize I had ballooned up to 230 pounds! That means I had put on 50 pounds from August to April, most of that from January to April. I knew I needed to lose weight, and I thought some of it would at least naturally come off since I’d be less stressed. That certainly did not happen.

So after graduation, I moved to a new state and moved in with my best friend, who had graduated a year before me. She has always loved to bake and had actually gotten a job in a bakery. But even when she wasn’t at work baking, she was baking at home. I didn’t have a job yet, so I was always at the apartment. I had an endless supply of baked goods, which has always been my weak spot. Not only was she baking at home, but she would also bring leftovers from the bakery. I was constantly snacking on the treats she made, and she also would encourage me to taste-test her new recipes. Despite knowing I needed to lose weight, I still ate a lot and never exercised. I knew I had put on a little more by the end of the first month of living with her, so I decided to get on the scale. I was horrified to see that I was 242 pounds, meaning I had put on 12 pounds in the one month of living with her.

Another thing about me is that all of my weight pretty much goes to my gut, so my gain was starting to get noticeable. This was also around the time I started posting here. I’ve been a lurker for a long time but never posted anything. Like I stated earlier, I’ve been a fa my whole life but didn’t like my own weight, but I figured I’d probably put on a little more while living with her, so I started posting my progress, thinking the gain would slow, it very much did not.

I tried to cut back on how much I ate, but my roommate always urged me to try her baking, and I always would. I have very little self-control, so my taste testing was eating the whole piece of whatever she gave me, plus more. Around this time, I also got a job, which was work from home, so I didn’t have to leave the house, which meant that I didn’t have to put real clothes on. But as you can imagine, at this point even my comfy clothes didn’t fit anymore. So I went shopping and bought clothes that fit at the time, but I should’ve gotten bigger sizes.

So with working from home and snacking 24/7, plus my roommate continuing to bake all the time, I, of course, gained more. Around a month later, which was July, I had gained another 11 pounds. Not only was my weight going up, but my appetite increased substantially. This was also around the time I really really fell in love with eating. I would regularly eat until I was completely stuffed. Most nights, I went to bed super full. But as you probably know, the more you stuff, the bigger your capacity gets. The bigger your capacity gets, the more food it takes to feel full, and the more food you eat, the more weight you gain. It’s a vicious cycle.

The weight continued to pile on even faster than it did before, but I couldn’t control my appetite, and most of the food I was eating was free! By August, my weight had skyrocketed to 266 pounds. I was scared because I knew if I kept gaining at the rate I was, I could easily be 280 by September, meaning that I would’ve gained 100 pounds in just a year. My clothes continued to shrink on my ever-growing body, and I had several embarrassing wardrobe malfunctions. But I had finally accepted my gain at this point. I would buy new clothes to wear out in public but didn’t buy new lounge wear. So I think my roommate got pretty used to the sight of my shirts rolling up over my belly. I think she also got used to my huge appetite and how stuffed I would be by the end of the day. I had to have her help heave me off the couch several times. Luckily, she is one of my best friends, and I’m very comfortable around her.

When I next weighed myself in September, I had hit 184 pounds, meaning I had gained over 100 pounds in a year. I wasn’t terribly shocked as I was used gain up to 15 pounds in a month by this point.

So that brings us to October, which also brought with it more weight. When I stepped on the scale for the first time this month, I weighed 302 pounds. I was shocked this time, not because I had gained, but because I’m now over 300 pounds. I never imagined I’d be this large.

Like I said earlier, all my weight goes pretty much straight to my gut. I feel like a giant blimp 24/7. My belly is enormous now, and every time I look down, I get a little surprised.

I don’t see my gain slowing down now. Mainly because last week a new Asian buffet opened near me and it is really good and really cheap. I’ve gone six times altogether now. Four of those being three days in a row (I went both for lunch and dinner one day). This new addition of the buffet in my life, plus the holidays being just around the corner, probably means bad things for my scale.

So that is pretty much my story up until now. I’ve had a few embarrassing moments that I didn’t include, but they can be found on my page. I don't know if I’ll update this story or not, but I would enjoy your feedback.