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Its easy to become addicted to food. Little steps progress to slowly slipping into irreversible obesity.

One more bite thats all.

Better finish off that plate, its just a bit extra.

Haven’t had a treat in a while, go for it. 🍬

Adding a little sugar to my coffee…

Donuts in the break room? Score!

I’ll diet tomarrow! Really!

One more snack before bed…

A milkshake sounds good right? Maybe add some fries! Yum 🍟

Well it is the holidays afterall…

Is this enough? I’ll just add a little more

Wow stairs really do suck, elevator it is!

Brunch? Sounds good to me!

A big bowl of cereal for dinner is healthy right?

Fried chicken for lunch!

Wow my clothes are getting tight.

I really want more…

Extra large pizza and breadsticks!

Oh. My button popped off!

Chocolate muffins and an iced coffee for breakfast! ☕

Buffet with friends tonight woo!!

Excersise is exhausting…how about no. 🙅‍♀️

And another pants size up…thats okay I’ll work it off later!

I’m still hungry :(

Cheese is the best thing ever created.

Nap time!

My belly is getting rolly…so soft!

Mmmf cookies and milk

Annnd thats the fifth time I’ve ordered out this week. Whoops!

Wow my ass jiggles when I walk

Ugh my thighs are chafing >:[

I think I ate too much again my belly hurts!

Ice cream will make that go away. 🍦

Mmm buttery movie theatre popcorn!

My arms are getting heavy wow

Oh my boobs look great in this bra

Chinese food is the best comfort food 🥡

Getting out of bed sucks!

More snacks! 🍪

My tummy is getting really big

I just wanna be lazy today…

A burger and fries sounds great! Maybe add a malt shake too? Better make it extra large

Didn’t think walking to my car would make me this out of breath!

I can’t pass up cake for Brendas birthday… 🎂

Omg I just broke a chair…I’m so embarassed!

Yep. Ordering some wings and onion rings tonight! Hey that rhymes…

Erf, no more baths. Its getting hard to get out of the tub 😫

Unnf brownies with caramel drizzled on top 👌

I’ll totally get a gym membership…after one more pizza

Add some wings to that…and breadsticks.

Geeze my seatbelt won’t go around my huge belly 😳

Whoops! Ate the whole bag of chips! Who did that?

Holy cow my tits are too big for this bra!

I really ate that whole tray of lasagna…

Apple pie for dessert!

Ate that whole pie too…

Wow my belly sits almost to my knees!

Jogging is overrated

Yep! Gonna be a lazy bum today. I just need to relax! With some really good food. 🍔🥓🍗

My whole body is like a big pillow 💖

Chocolate milk is so good ice cold

Make it an extra large meal please! Actually make it two extra large meals!

Ufff I hate getting out of bed 😩

Celebratory “You got out of bed” treat! 🍩

Holy cow I’ve outgrown a 3X?! Oops! When did that happen??? Oh well…

Two extra large pizzas please! Extra cheese!

Wow I can’t fit into the booth at the buffet 😅

Gotta just…get some inertia going to get out of bed now…

Lets just put snacks next to my chair, that makes it easier!

My pants just ripped! Again 😫

Yep a large order of low mein, wonton soup, six egg rolls, a large sweet and sour chicken, and an order of crab ragoon. Uhh yum!!

Fuck! My scale won’t read!!

Mmmf more donuts

And a gallon of milk later….

Two orders of fries for a snack 🍟

Tacos for dinner!

Oh shit…I’m stuck in my chair……wait maybe not..phew! 😅😅😅

My god standing hurts so much unnnnff 😭

Salad? Uh no. Bacon cheeseburger? Yes.

Banana splits!

I hope they deliver…I don’t wanna get up.

Annnnd now a 5X is getting tight. Yikes

Can’t stop, won’t stop. Loaded curly fries!!

Pizza rolls on top of pizza rolls

Speaking of rolls…damn my belly is HUGE

Getting out of bed is tiring…I’ll just stay in today. Again.

Still hungry! Need more!! 🍌🍓🍑

Yasss netflix and binge eeeaaat

Fuck I’m absolutely stuffed

Wow my legs are heavy af 😲

Edible cookie dough YES

Mooore chocolate milk too

Oh no 😶

I can hardly leave my bed! I’m too heavy and my chest is pounding just from sitting up! 😰

Oh well…I’ll worry about that after I finish my snacks 🤷‍♀️

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Glorify obesity 🤤

You really didn’t think this through, did you? You thought you could experiment with gaining, see how it went, and give it up if you didn’t like the result. You went from being trim and slender to a little thick pretty quickly — having a noticeable butt, a belly for the first time, enough chub to give you curves all over. You liked that. You wanted more.

So you started eating like a gainer, and it worked. You got the large fry and the large soda with your lunch. You made a point to always get dessert after dinner. Sometimes after lunch. You never missed that midnight snack, that afternoon snack, that late morning snack. And you grew.

You noticed it in your waistline first — the pants, the underwear that kept getting too tight, even as you kept moving up sizes. Then it was your shirts, which seemed to be shrinking and getting tighter as your belly grew and hung lower, your chest and arms thickened, your love handles flowing out in larger and larger rolls. Eventually it hit your thighs, arms, double chin — and you weren’t just thick anymore. You weren’t even chubby; you were fat all over.

And other people took notice too. Your friends, especially those who loved going to the gym and perpetually tweaking their diets, teased you for letting yourself go so badly. Your family started dropping hints — eventually not so subtle ones — about your condition. Where you saw yourself as someone who wasn’t anywhere close to the size of the superchubs you admired most, they saw a formerly skinny person who was apparently ballooning out of control. They scrutinized you every time you ate a meal, every hour you spent playing video games, every time you put on a piece of clothing that was ever so slightly too tight.

As if you weren’t self-conscious enough already. At the start, gaining was fun, and you didn’t think of it as much more than playing dress-up with your body. But eventually the extra weight, and the diet it took to gain it, started to change that. The large fry went from an indulgence to an expectation, and you craved your snacks and desserts when you couldn’t have them. Your car started feeling uncomfortable and cramped. You had to move your flab out of the way to do things, like wash your body or reach into your pockets. A short walk, a small stair, a long time standing left you winded and overheated. True, you had never been the athletic type, but attracting attention to yourself like this — being the object of side-eye and smirks over how out of shape you were — was a new, uncomfortable experience.

So you resolved to quit gaining and get your old body back. And that’s when you realized it. You can’t just do things the way you used to do them and go back to being the way you were — it doesn’t work like that. Putting on a couple hundred pounds changes who you are. You’d have to fight to get your old body back, using a body you specifically made to be as ill-adapted to that as possible. A body that exceeds its capacity just by trying to move itself. A body that demands calories, fats, and sugars constantly. A body that has such limited endurance, it’s practically designed for gaining by default.

This is not a body you could take to the gym seven days a week. You’re not giving just salad and vegetables to a subconscious screaming for pizzas and burgers. No way you’re starting an “active lifestyle” in a body that can barely lumber to the car. You may as well face facts. You’ll be lucky if you can work your way up to a walk around the block every day, and drop ten or twenty pounds to get the condescending congratulations of those around you. But “thin” is never going to be a word people use to describe you again.

You should be thankful if you can stay where you are, quite frankly. You live in a body now that wants you to get fatter anyway, and it’s not like your metabolism is going to get faster as time goes on. There’s every likelihood that, even if you’re not gaining, your weight is going to creep up on you, bit by bit, a few pounds every few months. In a few years, you might look up and realize that while you thought you were holding steady, you’d packed on a stealthy few dozen more.

I wonder what that’s going to do to you. It’s not like you’re starting at a trim 150 — you’re adding that weight to an already morbidly obese body. You’re groping blindly toward a tipping point. At what point does the creeping extra weight disrupt your equilibrium — make you that much less active, that much more tired, that much hungrier — and send you back into the habit of accelerating gains? Or worse, what happens when that ankle twists, or that knee gives out, and you’re stuck on the couch for a couple weeks? You might just come out of your “recovery” with even less endurance and an unstoppable appetite, primed to start obscenely gorging yourself and put on... well, who knows how much?

I think by now you realize just how much trouble you’re in. You’re already fatter than most people can even imagine a person being, and you’re in no position to reverse course. One slip and you’re on the road to tv-freakshow fat. And all because you thought you could eat a few burgers and get chubby and not face any consequences.