Oh!!! I was so happy!!! I finally had moved out of my parents, gone to school, and got my own house!!! I'd moved out of state… I was four hours away from home and perfectly happy. I owned my own clothing shop, and I was about to buy, a sweet shop that was about to close up… I had to do something with all the money my uncle had left me in his will!!!
One day while working in my new sweet shop, a tall handsome man walked in… he was wonderful, polite, charming, sweet… and all he did was order a cake that said, "Happy 25th Anniversary Mom and Dad!" But I liked him, and he smiled at me. That made my mind snap! I had been so busy getting my new life in order, that I hadn't taken the time to find myself a man!! Or at least scope out hot guys! This was a small island off the east coast; there HAD to be a few single guys!
I found out the name of the man that came into my shop; his name was Jay, and a neighbor told me he was single… He was her brother!! She said that he needed a woman in his life, and she decided to see if she could set us up. She got me a date with him. I was so excited! This man seemed wonderful! Then I got worried… Working at a sweet shop was kind of helping to put on a few pounds, well, more like 60 pounds! I all the sudden got uncomfortable with my appearance. But this man was too hot to miss out on!!
The night of my date, my friend was at my house… I wanted to look gorgeous! I'd picked out the perfect dress earlier, because I needed to buy some new clothes! Later that night I met Jay at a very nice restaurant. He was absolutely perfect; he even showed me a picture of his parents, but also his ex-girlfriend… She was extremely fat!!! I mean huge!
I was seeing Jay for about a year when I got horrible news… My best friend from my childhood and college days had died. She wanted me to take her daughter and had left me 3 million dollars. Her daughter had all the rest. A few weeks later, her daughter was all moved in. It took some getting used to, but life slowly got easier. Then one day I got another surprise. Jay and I were getting married! I was so happy! But I was also 150 pounds overweight…
About a year later, I woke up with the sun coming in my windows… I rolled over, and there was my husband Jay, in bed reading a book. I had been pondering about it for a while, so I decided to ask him about his large girlfriend.
"Well," he said. "She just was really into getting fatter and fatter; she convinced me to help her and she got up to over 800 pounds."
I couldn't believe it! This was what I wanted! I wanted to get fat! I wanted to be too fat to walk; I wanted to be too big to move!
"Well, hon," I said shyly, "I was wondering, maybe…" I patted my already 300-pound body. "I have been wanting to get big for an awful long time…and now that we're married… I can…"
"Are you serious? I mean really? It wasn't my choice for her to get fat; I mean I never knew of anyone WANTING to get fat before I met her. It's not like I'm obsessed with it. It was all her choice."
"No, I have wanted to get fat for a long time; I was just waiting for the RIGHT time," I said, rubbing my large belly.
"Well, alright…" then he rolled over onto me and started kissing me all over… This was going to be fun.
The next morning I woke up to the smell of bacon cooking and walked down to the kitchen. My eyes opened wide when I saw our table, Janet, had already gone out with friends, and I realized, that is was ALL FOR ME!!!! I sat and started downing bacon, sausage, eggs, pancakes, ham, muffins! It was glorious. I patted my full belly; it expanded so far as I ate! I kept on with this for my lunch then my dinner, while eating mountains of snacks in between.
I kept this routine up for about 10 months. Then I had to go to my doctor for a check-up. I got nervous; I was definitely gonna get a lecture about losing weight. Ugh. I waddled into the office, got called in to the office… OH BOY!!! The doctor looked at my name… Then she looked up… Her eyes grew wide… She said, "Well, let's see what you weigh…" I looked up at the scale… 450 pounds.
I kept my eating routine for a few more months, but then I realized that I needed to start eating even more each time to keep full. I was growing gloriously fat; I couldn't see my feet. I waddled ever so gracefully, and I was busting out of my clothes. I went to go see what I weighed: 520 pounds!
One day I got an invitation for my High School Reunion. Oh my! Boy, were people gonna be shocked to see their 113-pound prom queen now weighed over 530 pounds! I arrived at the reunion and squeezed out of the car… I couldn't wait to see the reactions of everyone. When I walked in, nobody knew who I was. I had to tell everyone who I was. They couldn't believe it!
About two more years passed by quickly, with me getting larger and larger all the time. I now weighed 750 pounds. I needed help walking. I rarely got out of bed - only to go to the couch, which was where I spent my time while Janet was at school and Jay was working. I had the most amazing rolls!
Before Jay left for work, he would fill a table with food and place it in front of me. We ordered an industrial scale to weigh me; we had to have the bed reinforced twice… Then a few months later, I woke up and not even Jay and Janet could lift me out of bed. We decided to buy a hoist with a sling to lift me out of my bed.
And now, six years later, I weigh over 1400 pounds… No, I am not kidding. It is hard for me. I cannot move my legs; I can't SEE MY LEGS! I haven't left my bed in over four years. I take labored breaths after just moving my arms which I can barely do. I can't lift them, just move my elbows a small bit.
I eat all day, but Jay and I still make beautiful love all the time. I still gain more and more weight. And I hope I don't have to stop for a long time.