I often wonder if I made the right choices in life. I left university at the age of 22 a fully qualified quantity surveyor. God I was the whole package. Not only was I smart with a wicked sense of humour but I was also a blonde bombshell! I was 5’5 and 150 pounds of body perfection. Not only was I a 32DD but my waist tapered in small before exploding outward for form a curvaceous set of hips and ass! I had men and women eating out of my hand, I could pretty much do what I wanted and get away with it! 


As you can imagine I secured a job pretty easily with an impressive wage. Life couldn’t get any better! Most nights I went out partying with all the other hot off girl, hooking up with anyone I wanted and usually ending the night either stuffing my face with takeout or stuffing my vagina with a ransoms guys dick!


The problem with the partying lifestyle is it soon catches up with you! By 23, for the first time in my life, I had grown a pudgy little belly! I hated it. It disgusted me! How could I have been so blind and frivolous! I tried my best to work out and start watching what I ate but all attempts failed. I didn’t have the energy to exercise and I absolutely loved food! I couldn’t ever stick to a diet! 


I eventually made the only reasonable choice I had left, I decided to quit partying! It was the drink that caused me to crave junk food, well, so I thought anyway. I got to work at 7:30 and didn’t leave before 10pm most days! My plan seemed to work at first, I think I actually lost a few pound! My new work ethic wasn’t unnoticed either, I lost a lot of ‘friends’ because I stopped partying. The only person who seemed to actually like the new me was my boss, Daryl, appreciated the effort I was putting in, so much so that he actually promoted me! I was now in charge of the entire office and getting paid generously for it!


Daryl was a fairly stern boss when I first started, in fact I heard a rumour that he didn’t even want to employ me before I started working for the company, it was his superior that made he hire me! He was very intimating at first, although he was only 5 or 6 years older than me, he carried himself like a man much older and wiser. He was clearly very ambitious and often worked 18 hours a day, it was obvious why he managed to move up the success ladder very quickly.


My new promotion was causing me a new level of stress, stress I didn’t know existed, stress that caused me to over eat. I slowly slipped into a bad routine of fast food, takeouts and snacks. Any weight I thought I might have lost quickly worked it’s way back onto my softening body with the addition of a few more pounds! The only positive thing was my relationship with Daryl, we became pretty friendly, he actually started making conversation with me as apposed to to just word responses. I noticed myself thinking about Daryl a lot during the day. I thought about his thick black hair that he kept nearly combed in a right parting. I thought about his stern but somehow attractive face. I thought about how his shirt outlined his ripped physique when he took his blazer off. I thought about the bulge in his trousers as we worked late into the night. I had fallen for him.


For some reason the only thing that helped me deal with my emotions was food. Junk food particularly. Most morning I woke up on top of my bed, completely naked, surrounded by the empty remains of the night before’s unprovoked binge! The effects of my binges where starting to show rapidly, I need new clothes every month through fear of bursting out of them at the office in front of everyone. Everyone at work was giving me looks of disgust and disbelief as I slowly walked though them carrying a bag of steaming takeout to devour all to myself at my desk. I isolated myself even more and delved deeper and deeper into my binges.


My growing appetite did seem to catch the attention of one person in a good way…you guessed it, Daryl! It was clear that I was piling on the pounds and even clearer that he liked what he see! He started leaving my treats on my desk before I started work, nothing major at first, a cupcake of muffin, then eventually a small box of doughnuts and finally entire cheesecakes! Thanks to Daryl I was eating an entire cake a day as a snack between breakfast and lunch!


This went on for about a month or so without either one of us mentioning it to the other. It was me who finally confronted him. It was a Friday evening around 10pm, everyone had left the office, even the cleaners, Daryl was in his private office on his computer, I couldn’t help but want him, I craved him as much as I craved something greasy and unhealthy! But I needed to set the record straight and ask him to stop buying me food!


I confidently strolled into Daryl me office and took a seat in front of his desk, he looked up at me with his usual unfazed, controlled look. He had that effect, he could walk into any occupied room and almost immediately control it.


‘Everything ok Stacey?’ Daryl asked leaning back in his office chair.


‘I need to ask you something…’ I replied outwardly.


‘Go on…’


‘Why do you keep buying me food?’


‘I thought you liked eating?’


‘I do…’


‘I sense a ‘but’ coming…’ he smirked.


‘But…I’m putting on to much weight’ I admitted.


‘Just because I you food, doesn’t mean you have to eat it’ Daryl replied bluntly.


‘But that’s the thing Daryl…I can’t help myself! Once I start I can’t stop! I think I have a problem…’


‘What makes you think you have a problem?’ 


‘I’m addictive to eating, I eat when I’m happy, sad, stressed and relaxed! I’ve been researching it and I’ve definitely got an eating disorder, I’ve gained over 100 pound since I started working here a year ago! It’s something I need to get on top of, so I’d appreciate it if you stopped buying me food.’ I told him sternly.


Daryl sat leaning back in his chair just staring at me in silence, processing every single word I had said to him whilst biting his pen.


‘You know, Stacey, I’ve been watching you the last few months, I think I could help you get over this eating problem…’ he finally answered after a few minutes.


‘Really? How?’ I asked trying my best not to sound desperate. I watched as Daryl stood up from his chair and walked around the front of his desk, he stood in front of me, looking down at me like I was his prey! I felt so small and vulnerable, yet my pussy soaked my ever shrinking panties!


Daryl leaned forward and softly grabbed both sides of my chubby face before planting his lips passionately on mine! I crumbled instantly, after months of imagining this, it was actually happening! As we began making out heavier I couldn’t help but notice Daryl undoing the buttons on my blouse. He wanted me. I wanted him. It didn’t take him long to strip to his underwear, it was like looking at a Greek god, his body was perfect, he was slim but completely ripped! Obviously being insecure about my chubby body, I wasn’t to eager to remove my clothes but Daryl made me feel comfortable. I slowly removed my blouse revealing my doughy belly overhanging the waistband of my trousers. For the first time in my life, I watched Daryl’s eyes light up with joy and he grabbed my muffin top and began making out with me again.


We had hot, passionate sex right there on him office floor. He was incredible. Best sex I’d ever had! Not only did he have a big dick but he also had to moves and techniques to go with it! I couldn’t help but noticed how much he loved my body, squeezing it, jiggling it, slapping all my wobbling  fat! It was strange, it was like he pinpointed my insecurities and made me feel confident about them!


The next morning I arrived at my desk to find a box of 12 assorted Krispy Kreme’s. They were obviously from Daryl and I didn’t hesitate to tuck into them. I polished off the box within 2 hours, Daryl noticed this and had more food sent to me almost instantly. I didn’t understand at first. I simply ate. 


That night he invited me out for dinner, I asked him what the constant supply of food was about. He told me that my appetite wasn’t a disorder, it was a gift, a gift that I needed to make use of! He told me that I should embrace who I truly am, don’t hide myself of hold back just because society deems it wrong. I was confused at first but the onslaught of calories from the gnocchi, bruschetta, pasta, pizza and tiramisu I devoured at dinner soon soothed any confusion I had. We ended up back at Daryl’s beautiful house and once again made passionate love. As I laid on top of his bed, completely naked, watching my stuffed gut slowly rise up and down with every deep breath I took, I couldn’t help but wonder what Daryl saw in me. He walked into the bedroom nude, holding a box of 4 fresh cream chocolate eclairs…I couldn’t say no.


We had to keep our relationship a secret because our company didn’t allow bosses to date employees. It was fun at first, sneaking around, avoid people, making out whenever we could secretly! But after a few months I was 320 pound and didn’t have the energy to keep up! I wanted to world to know about us, I wanted everyone to see that even a fat girl like me could find love!


‘Daryl, I need to tell you something…’ I said one evening after my post sex snack.


‘Go ahead..’


‘I want to go public with our relationship…’


‘It’s against company policy Stacey…’


‘I know…but if it means we can be together, I don’t mind finding another job’ I sighed.


‘You would seriously risk your career for me?’ Daryl questioned.


‘Of course! I would do anything for you! Would you for me?’


‘I’ve spent 12 years building my career in this company Stacey…’


‘Oh…I see’ 


‘You didn’t let me finish…I’ve spent the last 12 years, in the same office and not once met someone I adore as much as you! I would happily quit my job to be with you Stacey! I love you!’ Daryl admitted for the first time!


‘Oh my god! I love you to Daryl!’


After a long conversation and even more snacks, we decided that we would keep our relationship secret for just a few more months. During the discussion we decided that it would be best for me to leave my job and search for another job at a different company. Of course whilst job searching I wouldn’t be able to pay my bills, so Daryl said I was more than welcome to move in with him because he was due a pay rise that could easily cover both of us! 


After quitting my job and moving in with Daryl I soon found myself in lazy routine of getting up late, eating and watching tv. It didn’t help that Daryl always kept the fridge and cupboards fully stocked with unholy amounts of junk food! Plus he would often order me takeout for lunch from his office at work!


By Christmas 2019 I hand been out of work for 6 months and was tipping the scales at 400 pound! I promised that 2020 was going to be my year, I was going to loose weight and finally get a job…then the pandemic hit.


With Daryl working from home I had no incentive to do anything. He literally did everything for me, causing me to get lazier and lazier by the day! Plus the food he would bring me was insane! The quantity of food seemed to get bigger on a daily basis and every time I mentioned cutting back or dieting he’d simply fuck me so good and make me feel so sexy that any thought of dieting would soon be forgotten!


As you might have guessed I never did find another job and of course I never lost any weight. As of last week I’m weighing in at a whopping 885 pounds! I know, I’m huge! But Daryl still insists I’m the sexiest girl in the world, I know what he is now, it didn’t take much figuring out but to be honest, I don’t care, he still treats me better than anyone ever has, plus I get to eat to my hearts content without a single worry in the world! Daryl certainly helped me with my eating disorder, I no longer complain about be fat or over eating!


‘Lunch is ready!’ Daryl says interrupting my train of thought.


‘About time!’ I chuckle excitedly ‘bring it in!’ I follow up greedily.


Obviously being this big, I’m barely mobile, so Daryl has to help me with absolutely everything! I stopped wearing clothes as soon as I hit 600 pound, I was outgrowing them so quickly it hardly seemed worth it! Plus they would get stained beyond cleaning within the first use of wearing them! I allowed my big growing body to hang freely for the world to see, although I haven’t left the house since 2019! 


I spend most of the day here, completely filling and even overflowing this 2 seat recliner, the 150 pound slim thicc bombshell I used to be 5 years ago is long gone, aside from my height I don’t resemble that person at all anymore! My face is no longer defined, instead my cheeks are bugling and red with a huge double chin that hangs down to my chest completely covering my neck! My tits are now so big that they sit either side of my belly further than I can reach! My once tapered waist is now completely gone, replaced by a gut so big it overflows the armrests of my chair and spreads forward over my thighs and past my knees almost to my shins! Speaking of my thighs they to are crammed between the armrests of my chair causing my ass cheeks to overflow as well but because of my belly you can’t quite see that, which is a shame because my ass is my second biggest feature and it’s impressively huge! Each one of my fat swollen legs takes up an entire leg rest, so they have to be reclined at the same time. I’m not sure what will come first, completely destroying the sofa under my ever growing weight or becoming so fat that I can’t get out of bed? I don’t care either way.


Like I mentioned earlier, sometimes I wonder if I made the right choices in life. If I never went to university I might not have out on weight to begin with, if i didn’t get my old job I wouldn’t have met Daryl, if I never met Daryl I wouldn’t been so fat I can barely move!


‘I hope you’re huuuungry!’ Daryl says enthusiastically as he walks through the large double doors that leads to the kitchen via the dining room pulling a large 8 foot by 4 foot, custom made dining table towards me. Once it became to difficult for me to keep having to get up and walking to the dining room, Daryl had this table made specially for me, Daryl can now simply load the table up with my food and wheel it out to me without me having to move! Plus one side is a semi-circle so it can be pushed closer to me without my belly stopping me reaching the food! 


*GGGGGRRRRROOOWWWLLLLLLL*


‘I’m so fucking hungry!!’ I reply as my belly lets out an impatient roar, demanding food instantly.


Daryl quickly removes the empty 12pm snack tray from my belly, a few boxes of doughnuts and a cheesecake barely touch the sides these days! He pulls the table towards me and pushes it into my hungry belly. As I look over this vast variety of brown and beige junk food, I can’t help but come to the conclusion that I definitely, 110%, made the right choices in life! 


Platters of burgers, hotdogs and burritos. Plates piled high with fries and mash, pizzas stacked on top of each other, multiple buckets of fried chicken and boats of gravy scattered all around! Chips and chocolate in piles, various cheesy deep fried things! The only items that aren’t brown are the boxes of cupcakes, bowls of ice cream and multiple family sized cakes! 


Realistically this is a disgusting amount of junk food and calories, I mean an 8 foot wide table is literally overflowing with food! It should almost be illegal to have such an obscene amount of food in one place, considering there is literally people all over the world starving…and yet hear I am, about to devour every single last scrap of food on this table in one sitting! Sure I’ll probably be stuffed to the brim and maybe I’ll wish I didn’t go overboard but I know for a fact that in just 2 or 3 hours time, another snack tray with be resting on my stomach and a couple hours after that this table with be back in front of me, completely refilled with enough takeout to feed an army!


I have no regrets.