u/Calm-Conference-5457

I am taking the semester off of school, and I am working at not one but two McDonalds restaurants more than full time. My whole life will be McDonalds, and it’s going to be exhausting. This has taken years of planning and luck to finally happen. I imagine that after just a couple months there will be rapid and noticeable weight gain. What do you guys think of this plan? I’m hoping by next semester I’ll have ballooned up and over morbid obesity. On top of that I plan on saving two pints of ben and Jerry’s to drink before bed every night.

This past year my (25F) engagement ended. That made my weight go from 140 to 190 in half a year, and I was then caught cheating on my final and expelled from school. 6 months later I’m 243lbs (5’3) working at a bakery, gaining quite consistently. I spend most of my days gaming and eating, and I moved home with my family, so I am also a basement dweller now. Most of my friends are getting married or graduating college but I find myself isolating and eating. Should I continue?

I’ll keep this relatively short, but about 5 months ago my world got flipped upside down. My fiancé left me, I lost my job, and had to move home. I realized pretty quickly I was attending to all those things because it was what I was “supposed” to do, not what I wanted to do. I wanted to get fat. Let’s just see, maybe this is what I’ve always truly wanted.

I got a job at McDonalds (yes really) as their nighttime cook, and door dashed full time, working 16 hours a day. I made sure to abuse the discount employee option at McDonald’s and gorged while I door dashed. Sure, I was making much less money than before but I got to indulge in my fantasy. A month passed and I’d gone from 170 to 193, I had a real belly. My jawline was nearly gone and I had a double chin. I felt an arousal in that moment of realization that I’ve never felt before.

Two months in and I’d hit 207lbs. My ex met up with me to give me some things and the stares I got from her were rich. She had gotten more toned and fit while I’d put on nearly 40 lbs. I loved it, losing my conventional attractiveness. I started getting addicted to fast food and pastries like drugs, I’d eat them when I felt any emotion. I began doordashing more and more and sleeping less, allowing me to eat more than before. Three months in and I’d hit nearly 230, my stamina was terrible and my hygiene was trash. I’d struggle getting out of bed and I loved it.

Fast forward to now and I’m nearing 260lbs, and I think I’ll go for another month or two, then get back to my life. This has been so fun. Watching myself balloon and lose what my ex would consider to be “attractive.” My fashion is now stretchy jeans and T shirts when before I’d go to fashion conventions and what not. I’ve noticed less and less girls approaching me and the ones that do are also quite large. I’m just honestly so happy I tried this, and I honestly don’t want to quit. What do you guys think?

Hi everyone. I met my ex at a party about 5 years ago, and we instantly clicked. She quickly made comments on my body, as I was in the best shape of my life (6 pack, chiseled jaw, etc…), and would compliment my physique. She was pretty big, about 250ish pounds last time I remember, and she was pretty into her weight. I didn’t understand it at the time, why she was so happy being fat, but she admitted she was into feedism. She admitted she wanted to feed me while we made love, and I reluctantly agreed.

The second she began, something clicked. I loved it. I ate a dozen donuts in 10 minutes and was so aroused by my rounded stomach. It became a core memory. This soon became a daily activity. After a month I stopped going to the gym, at her request, and the pounds packed on. I went from 155 to 180 in 3 months and I loved it. I loved seeing my jawline soften and my belly cover my dick. I loved feeling my body jiggle as I ran or feeling my fattening body against hers. I loved seeing my conventional attraction fade for the woman I loved. My face rounding and my chest sticking out and becoming moobs. Months and years passed and I’m now 370lbs. I have surpassed her weight and had become admittedly a slob. She encouraged me to work from home and to sit as much as possible. I became too comfortable and let not only my weight climb but my hygiene slip. My hairline receded quickly and my skin pimpled up. She said she liked it and so I didn’t care much.

However, last month she left me. She admitted that she wanted to move from this fetish. That she needed to lose weight and that she didn’t find me attractive anymore. I’m devastated. What the hell do I do? I’m literally almost 400lbs and while I like it, it was her who started this.

Can anyone give me some advice? How can I cope? The weight I know I can lose but I have allowed myself to degrade in other ways I can’t reverse. Is there anywhere I can find a partner who would be okay with this? I love my body but