My mother began to homeschool me. I was assigned a laptop to do my homework on, and I sat on my bed every time I did my homework. Since I was at home now, I ate way more than I did when I was at school, and I put on more weight. I now weighed about 340 lbs, and my clothes were getting a bit tight and small. So my mother had to go shopping for new clothes.
But, since hardly any children my age were as heavy as I was, there were hardly any clothes my size. My mother came back with clothes that weren't as small, but very stretchy. I slipped them on, and they felt nice, actually. They were a little big and loose, which was nice. And they stretched A LOT, so I had room to grow.
I also had to go from wearing sneakers to flip flops and sandals, due to my size and weight. I couldn't bend over that much without straining myself. The doctor said I was incredibly overweight, and if I continued to eat, I'd be mordibly obese. But I continued to eat anyways. In the course of about a year, I had gained 40 lbs, so now I weighed about 380 lbs. It was a bit difficult to move, as I was young and not very strong.
In fact, I was getting so big that I was restricted to my bed. Every few seconds, my bed's frame would creak under my weight. I also had to set my laptop on my large tummy, as I couldn't reach out to it if I had it in front of me. I had also began to sweat badly, so my father bought a fan to put in my room to keep me cool. Over the years, I gained more and more weight, weighing about 530 lbs at 19.
It was now VERY hard to move. At the time, I lived with my boyfriend now, and since I was confined to my bed, my boyfriend had to bring me my breakfast, lunch, and dinner. But every time he would bring me food, I'd always ask for more. I couldn't help myself. I loved to eat.
At the end of every meal, my stomach would hurt from overeating. So, I would rest and go to sleep. My boyfriend would always come in and rub and caress me, congratulating me on my achieved size and weight. I was too big and heavy to move, so he had to do pretty much everything for me. Although, I felt a bit guilty for making him act like my servant.
I also was only able to wear crop tops and leggings now. I did sometimes wear flip flops, though. But my boyfriend had to help me put the shoes on, because I couldn't reach to do so. I rarely changed clothes- mostly because I couldn't get up and lift my legs to do so. I continued to eat, gaining more and more weight, so now I weighted about 610 lbs. Now, I couldn't move, and I could barely get my hands on the sides of my chest.
My boyfriend was still happy with me, though. He seemed to be elated at my size and weight, and the bed creaked monstrously under my weight. But I really didn't care, because if the bed broke, I'd have the floor under me. Every now and then, people would come visit. But they would all criticize me. They called me "fat" and "Mrs. Michellin gained weight" and "big balloon". Although those types of people made me cry, my boyfriend would always comfort me by stuffing food in my mouth.
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