~BBW, Eating and gaining fantasy, ~MWG - fired and fat, once thin girl gets fatter
I was never a big girl, always really thin and cherished every minute of it. The most I had really ever weighed was about 107 lbs. And that was after Thanksgiving and Grandma's famous pumpkin pies. After that, I worked out and went back down to the 87 lbs. I was before the Thanksgiving feast.
Then Christmas came along, and the fudge was just too much. I completely binged and ate nearly everything my mother baked that smelled like I was in heaven. After Christmas, my weight went up to 120 lbs., the most I had ever weighed in my whole life! I tried dieting, but it seemed not matter what I did, I got depressed and ate my comfort foods.
My first year of college, I was 19 about 5'3 and weighed in at 180 lbs. Then I gained the "freshman 15," which was more or more like 20. I knew that my weight was getting out of hand, but I couldn't seem to stop eating those delectable little snacks that cursed my cabinets and pantries. I gained weight, and then, when my mother decided she couldn't stand the sight of my inactive body, she sent me out into the real world to find a job.
The first places I went to were very rude and sometimes laughed at my small paunch. After many failures at interviews, I came upon a bakery of some sort. It was well-lit, and the windows were a full display of cakes and cookies. And a Help Wanted sign. I went inside, out of pure curiosity.
"Hello, what can I do for you today?" said the plump cashier.
"I saw the Help Wanted sign outside, and I was wondering if that still needed to be filled?"
"Yea, in fact, if you're so interested, you can start today; closing time is in about 5 minutes, and then you can come tomorrow and really work," the cashier replied with a smirk.
"Really…ok, great!! I've never worked in a bakery before so you must spare me when I start tomorrow."
"Really? Never worked in a bakery? Well, I will be the best influence to you then," the cashier said with a somewhat devious smile. "What's your name?"
"Lucy," I replied.
"Well, Lucy, to begin your short shift for today, you can clean out the back room; it is filled with today's leftover treats. If you are so obliged you can take some home yourself."
"OK."
I made my way into the incredible back room. It was filled with treats: fudge; chocolate chip and caramel cookies as well as oatmeal and blueberry cookies. Then muffins!! And the cakes - I never knew so many kinds existed!!
"Start with the stuff in the back. That's the oldest stuff," the cashier called from the front.
I made my way to the back and smelled the delightful substances that I was in the presence of. I grabbed an éclair and began my work, simultaneously stopping for an extra treat or two. I packaged up nearly everything in the back to take home and for the ride home. Later when I had left the store, about a dozen or so to-go boxes in hand, I walked out to my car. The steering wheel was never so close but I guess it was just bloating - that time of the month was coming, I guess. I grabbed a box and put it near and started the ride home.
Arriving home, I squeezed out of the small compartment that had once been my seat. I was about to walk into the house when I noticed a key as well as a note.
Honey,
Your daddy and I got you a small apartment closer to school. We'll keep paying since you are looking for a job. And your things are already moved so get over there and call us when you arrive.
Love,
Mommy
I went back into the car, somewhat sad because I was leaving the house I grew up in. I drove to the location on the note and saw it was a cute little apartment. I brought my goodies in and called home and left a message, saying I had arrived well and good. I then ordered two pizzas, both pepperoni and extra cheese. I don't know why I ordered that because quite frankly I never ate the toppings, much less pizza! Until the pizza got there, I snacked on some BBQ flavored chips and moved on to flaming hot Cheetos. By the time the delivery guy arrived, I had finished 5 bags and was opening my 6th. He delivered and gave me some breadsticks that came free with purchase. I accepted and sat down flipping to Cartoon Network to watch Totally Spies. It was the episode where Clover eats too much cookies and gets fat - my favorite one.
I ate the pizzas and breadsticks. Still hungry after all that, I rummaged around and found ice cream. I ate about half a gallon with syrup dripping from it. I went to bed after a long shower. When I got into bed, I slept until about 1:00 when I woke up hungry. I went into my small kitchen and ate and ate, not realizing that I had eaten nearly everything that I had brought home. I grabbed the last doughnut and went to bed. The next morning I called in sick and it was true. From my feast last night I was full, and the pants I was wearing were getting really tight and hurting. My bulge was no longer little and cute.
A cute delivery boy came from the bakery bearing goods. I came to the door in sweatpants, not knowing what to expect. I took the boxes and thanked him. I then went back to my bed and ate and ate. It was later when the delivery guy came over once again with orders for me to come to his house. I accepted, thinking it would be nice for some dinner.
Arriving at his house, I saw he'd planned a wonderful meal and then opened the fridge and fed me everything sweet I could possibly imagine. All the while, I was blind-folded so I could just savor the taste. By the end of the week I had moved in with Bill, the delivery guy, and I had gained a surprising 45 lbs!!!
I kept eating, enjoying the plushness of my new 225-pound self. I ate a lot during the month when he was at work. The bakery people got mad at me for not coming so they fired me. Depression only gave me reason to buy plenty of girl scout cookies that year. After about 3 months, I had gained about 67 lbs. I was borderline 300 pounds. And so I continued eating.
Bill came home one day with more sweets and fed me until I could eat no more. Bill started massaging my protruding belly. I ate more. And then some.
By the end of that first year I weighed in at 500 pounds. I had gained 208 pounds and still was eating nearly 24/7. Bill enjoyed my tummy and always was encouraging me to make it bigger and make more room. I went about our new home with special doors. In just panties and a xxxxxxxll T-shirt. And even that was getting tight.
Today, I am still eating everyday and now I weigh in at 699 - just one more pound and I'll have reached my monthly weight.
Lucy's Tummy
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I was never a big girl, always really thin and cherished every minute of it. The most I had really ever weighed was about 107 lbs. And that was after Thanksgiving and Grandma's famous pumpkin pies. After that, I worked out and went back down to the 87 lbs. I was before the Thanksgiving feast.
Then Christmas came along, and the fudge was just too much. I completely binged and ate nearly everything my mother baked that smelled like I was in heaven. After Christmas, my weight went up to 120 lbs., the most I had ever weighed in my whole life! I tried dieting, but it seemed not matter what I did, I got depressed and ate my comfort foods.
My first year of college, I was 19 about 5'3 and weighed in at 180 lbs. Then I gained the "freshman 15," which was more or more like 20. I knew that my weight was getting out of hand, but I couldn't seem to stop eating those delectable little snacks that cursed my cabinets and pantries. I gained weight, and then, when my mother decided she couldn't stand the sight of my inactive body, she sent me out into the real world to find a job.
The first places I went to were very rude and sometimes laughed at my small paunch. After many failures at interviews, I came upon a bakery of some sort. It was well-lit, and the windows were a full display of cakes and cookies. And a Help Wanted sign. I went inside, out of pure curiosity.
"Hello, what can I do for you today?" said the plump cashier.
"I saw the Help Wanted sign outside, and I was wondering if that still needed to be filled?"
"Yea, in fact, if you're so interested, you can start today; closing time is in about 5 minutes, and then you can come tomorrow and really work," the cashier replied with a smirk.
"Really…ok, great!! I've never worked in a bakery before so you must spare me when I start tomorrow."
"Really? Never worked in a bakery? Well, I will be the best influence to you then," the cashier said with a somewhat devious smile. "What's your name?"
"Lucy," I replied.
"Well, Lucy, to begin your short shift for today, you can clean out the back room; it is filled with today's leftover treats. If you are so obliged you can take some home yourself."
"OK."
I made my way into the incredible back room. It was filled with treats: fudge; chocolate chip and caramel cookies as well as oatmeal and blueberry cookies. Then muffins!! And the cakes - I never knew so many kinds existed!!
"Start with the stuff in the back. That's the oldest stuff," the cashier called from the front.
I made my way to the back and smelled the delightful substances that I was in the presence of. I grabbed an éclair and began my work, simultaneously stopping for an extra treat or two. I packaged up nearly everything in the back to take home and for the ride home. Later when I had left the store, about a dozen or so to-go boxes in hand, I walked out to my car. The steering wheel was never so close but I guess it was just bloating - that time of the month was coming, I guess. I grabbed a box and put it near and started the ride home.
Arriving home, I squeezed out of the small compartment that had once been my seat. I was about to walk into the house when I noticed a key as well as a note.
Honey,
Your daddy and I got you a small apartment closer to school. We'll keep paying since you are looking for a job. And your things are already moved so get over there and call us when you arrive.
Love,
Mommy
I went back into the car, somewhat sad because I was leaving the house I grew up in. I drove to the location on the note and saw it was a cute little apartment. I brought my goodies in and called home and left a message, saying I had arrived well and good. I then ordered two pizzas, both pepperoni and extra cheese. I don't know why I ordered that because quite frankly I never ate the toppings, much less pizza! Until the pizza got there, I snacked on some BBQ flavored chips and moved on to flaming hot Cheetos. By the time the delivery guy arrived, I had finished 5 bags and was opening my 6th. He delivered and gave me some breadsticks that came free with purchase. I accepted and sat down flipping to Cartoon Network to watch Totally Spies. It was the episode where Clover eats too much cookies and gets fat - my favorite one.
I ate the pizzas and breadsticks. Still hungry after all that, I rummaged around and found ice cream. I ate about half a gallon with syrup dripping from it. I went to bed after a long shower. When I got into bed, I slept until about 1:00 when I woke up hungry. I went into my small kitchen and ate and ate, not realizing that I had eaten nearly everything that I had brought home. I grabbed the last doughnut and went to bed. The next morning I called in sick and it was true. From my feast last night I was full, and the pants I was wearing were getting really tight and hurting. My bulge was no longer little and cute.
A cute delivery boy came from the bakery bearing goods. I came to the door in sweatpants, not knowing what to expect. I took the boxes and thanked him. I then went back to my bed and ate and ate. It was later when the delivery guy came over once again with orders for me to come to his house. I accepted, thinking it would be nice for some dinner.
Arriving at his house, I saw he'd planned a wonderful meal and then opened the fridge and fed me everything sweet I could possibly imagine. All the while, I was blind-folded so I could just savor the taste. By the end of the week I had moved in with Bill, the delivery guy, and I had gained a surprising 45 lbs!!!
I kept eating, enjoying the plushness of my new 225-pound self. I ate a lot during the month when he was at work. The bakery people got mad at me for not coming so they fired me. Depression only gave me reason to buy plenty of girl scout cookies that year. After about 3 months, I had gained about 67 lbs. I was borderline 300 pounds. And so I continued eating.
Bill came home one day with more sweets and fed me until I could eat no more. Bill started massaging my protruding belly. I ate more. And then some.
By the end of that first year I weighed in at 500 pounds. I had gained 208 pounds and still was eating nearly 24/7. Bill enjoyed my tummy and always was encouraging me to make it bigger and make more room. I went about our new home with special doors. In just panties and a xxxxxxxll T-shirt. And even that was getting tight.
Today, I am still eating everyday and now I weigh in at 699 - just one more pound and I'll have reached my monthly weight.
