Gainer's life circumstances

Chapter 1

Till finishing with college at eighteen I was fairly skinny; this came about because my family was basically in poverty and living on the lowest income. Extra food and treats were limited to maybe once a week and even then, in small amounts. To my sisters this was preferred as they were closer to five foot in height a result of inheriting their genes more from our mother and grandmothers’ side of the family. At five foot five inches I was the tallest of us siblings but also the greediest of us after having been so active in my school years.
Encouraged to leave home after leaving education I ended moving one town over and into a flat that wasn’t the best. From the outside it looked quite modern and up to date but inside it was the basic of basics. After being there for two months and as it was approaching winter in the town, I noticed that there was little to no insulation on the wall, and it made it very difficult to sleep in the bedroom only warmed by an old cheap electronic radiator. Each room had one, but they were all of different make and because no instructions were provided, I was reluctant to touch them after learning the were very costly to run.
As such to keep warm and be more comfortable I began sleeping on the soft couch and wrapping myself up in my duvet, those colder days I was home and didn’t need to leave. My bedroom basically became a storage room, and I grew lazier in my action’s day by day.
Then a short ten-minute walk from my place a new and initially quite cheap takeaway shop opened up and, on a whim, I bought my first meal there. As you would expect the food wasn’t the healthiest but the convenience of being so close was a disaster for my already increasingly lazy self. It started at maybe once a week of buying a full meal which did little to help my hunger the rest of the week and so I began going twice a week within ten days.
My orders went from being the smallest portions that would fill me up quite well to the bigger portions as my belly got expanded and used to the food. It was such that after the takeaway had opened for only a month, I had put on 10 pounds and showed no signs of stopping. The little money I had wasn’t able to sustain this and I soon cut back just a bit and quite reluctantly to once a week again. This would have continued and allowed me to maintain my figure, but luck allowed me to get a job and better income. My much more strained time constraints lead my lazy personality to show itself again as I began to eat more takeaway each week.
My job was bordering on the being the worst as I worked in a warehouse close to my place. The warehouse made clothes dependent on the current contract and for nearly nine hours a day, five days a week I was sitting down working at the sewing machines, completing my assigned work. Thankfully as a perk of the jobs we could take home extra clothes made which might have slight imperfections but the hours, lack of movement and my laziness and lack of desire to cook meant daily takeaways and buying of sweet treats.
Two months later and I was approximately 22 pounds heavier, and this was beginning to show outwardly on my short figure my stomach had obviously rounded out, while my mid C cup bust was beginning to fill my bras more tightly.
The takeaway close by was becoming a bit of bore as I felt an increasing need to mix up my meals instead of having the same thing so often and that I how I ordered my first pizza from a store further away. That first order actually felt too big for me as I had a difficult time finishing the last few slices, the taste though was much better compared to the cheap takeaway nearby, obviously because a bigger chain takeaway restaurant like them had much more experience and customers and they must have done some extensive research to prefect their pizzas.