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I'd like my boyfriend to become very fat and very ugly because I'm afraid to lose him to another girl who's more attractive than me or anything. And I don't want him to cheat on me.
The other night I had a really big orgasm!! I was lying on my stomach and I had a butt plug in my ass and a hairbrush in my pussy. I rubbed my clit so fast while i was moving the hairbrush in n out until I came hard. I was shaking! My head was buried in my pillow. I was gone for minutes, I was spent! Had a good night sleep after that 😏 I just really had to tell somebody about it, it was amazing
I hate myself and my body. I am getting fatter and I have tried everything. I am skipping breakfast and lunch, starving myself, and exercising, but nothing helps. My body won't change no matter how hard I try. It has gotten so bad that I am being called big, and fat by my own parents. I just want to die so I don't have to deal with the pressure of having the perfect body.
#fat #ugly #hate #depression
I’m FtM trans (Post op, 5 years on T) and sometimes out of no where, I literally crave dick like crazy. I get so hungry for it like my hole and clit NEEEEEEEED it more than anything in this world. Been on a ton of dating apps, I love all my bbc out there😍they know how to lay it down and please better than anyone.
My bf made me into a complete pig.. when we first started dating I was in amazing shape I had toned abs and everything. But my bf started to fatten me up, he would feed me all day long. Over quarantine I gained 220 pounds, I’m now 316 at 5’’4. I laze around all day now. Even sitting up is difficult, don’t know what to do anymore so I just eat more
I don't know exactly how it started, or why I started.
All I know is that after that first time it led down a dangerous path I just can't seem to come off of.
At first, I would never have considered my case to be a serious problem. I would just do it here and there. I thought I'd have to do it many more times in order for it to become an actual problem.
The first time I remember making myself throw up was at work.
Yup, work.
I know I did it before that, but for some reason thats the first time I can recall. My boss had bought me a mint chip milkshake and I gladly finished it. A few minutes after I did I was filled with anxiety. I knew what I had to do. I went in the bathroom and quietly tried to make myself throw up.
I had to be no older than 14. At this time I had just lost a significant amount of weight( the healthy way), and I had to keep it off. From then on I battled extreme weight fluctuations and anxiety and guilt about eating.
Like I said, I never really considered myself to have a serious problem. I could go months without thinking about throwing up and wouldn't want to bury myself in a hole after eating some ice cream. I
t was the occasional ate way too much at dinner and then making myself not feel full after. After I ate a lot, I had the overwhelming urge to take a shower.
This is where I would make myself throw up. So, no one could hear me and the clean up was easy. It was weird, after I discovered the shower was a much easier place to purge, my skin just itched to take a shower after eating. I realized I was in a vicious cycle when I said to myself "Well, I'm going to make myself throw up tonight, so might as well keep eating."
This continued on and off for all of high school. It wasn't until my freshman year at college that things got really bad. I went into college excited as ever.
Ready to make new fiends, enjoy my freedom, start fresh. At one point I even thought the long distance relationship with Henry would work out… but that quickly changed.
Everything was perfect until right after fall break. I had lost a little weight (healthily) and went back for fall break a health 115 lbs, feeling great. I even thought the visit home to Henry went well. Then things changed.
Everything in my life completely turned around. I had to get my appendix removed suddenly.
Besides the extreme pain it caused, it took a lot of me with it. Missed a week of school, grades went down. Missed homecoming, halloween and weekends out. Goodbye new friends. Couldn't exercise for 2 weeks, goodbye in shape body. And Henry slowly fell off the map and we stopped talking. That surprised me a lot. He went from missing me and always talking to me to thinking that the best way to get over me was to forget about me.
Maybe he was right. Maybe it was for the best.
Long distance relationships in college just don't work. But then I didn't care. I just wanted him in my life.
Because I couldn't work out, I was terrified of gaining weight. I cut my calories significantly to make up for the lack of movement in my life.
This is when my "eating disorder" went from more bulimic to anorexic. It kills me to even type those words. One of the worst things that could've happened was me finding an app on my phone that keeps track of calories.
I would record absolutely everything in this app. I would even keep track of the calories in gum and multi-vitamins. My "goal" calories would be 1,200. But it would be a bad day in my eyes if my number even came close to that. I would be happy if my net calories at the end of the day was 200. (including the calories burned from working out..and I never missed a workout day.)
A typical day of eating for me would be an apple for breakfast, a few celery stick or carrots for lunch and a salad for dinner. This salad would be about the size of my hand. Or a few pieces of steamed broccoli. And I would feel guilty if I ate it all.
At this time in my life I think I was depressed. Im not really sure if I was, I just know I was miserable. I couldn't sleep. I didn't want to socialize with anyone.
I avoided talking to people. I counted the days until I was able to go home. The only things I seemed to have think about were what I was going to eat the next day, and when. And Henry, somewhere in the back of my head I thought when I came home we were going to end up back together. I couldn't pass a mirror without lifting up my shirt and staring at my stomach, thinking that I needed to make it smaller. Sometimes when I would stand up I would get extremely dizzy and my vision would go black. Once, I even fell over and bashed my head on a door knob. Then came thanksgiving break. First thing I did when I landed was text Henry. He made up some excuse why he couldn't hang out… weird.
He's the one who told me to "wait". I don't want to go into too much detail about me and Henrys relationship, but to a certain extent he played a role in how my life changed.
When I first saw my family I could sense a weird look in their eyes. I knew I had lost a lot of weight but I didn't see it the way they did. For me, I was still obsessed about what I ate and how I looked. To them, I was grossly skinny. I thought I could loose more weight. The anxiety and guilt I got from eating was overwhelming. I love food and wanted to eat.. but I just couldn't. Friends would comment on me losing weight. I loved it.
I knew some people thought I looked gross. Some people said I looked amazing, but they were probably lying. P
eople constantly said that I needed to eat a sandwich. The worst was my dad shoving protein bars and cookies in my face. I did not respond well to that. I started giving attitude back when people commuted on how skinny I was.
When you're that skinny and someone points it out, it's the same as pointing out how fat someone is. It was mean. But I liked it. I went back to school continuing the same habits. Christmas break wasn't long after. At this point I had convinced myself and others that my weight loss was due to my extremely healthy views on food.
I would spend hours and hours on health blogs and looking up healthy recipes. In some ways, I was being healthy and because of this stage in my life I think I do have new outlook on food and why its important to be healthy. People bought it, I think. One night home, I ran into Henry. I awkwardly said hi at a party and that was our contact for the night. Later that night, he texted me. The conversation did not go in the direction I thought it was going in. He addressed how skinny I was and that people mentioned I have "changed."
He said that my body was better before, and that I had lost my butt. He thought I was being unhealthy and asked if I was ok. I was not happy about this. I was so mad.
Long story short the conversation did not end well. I cried to my friends about it, saying that I'm just a really healthy eater now.
Well, healthy eaters don't look like skeletor. Looking backIi should've known my friends agreed with Henry by the looks on their faces as I vented about it. I even cried to my mom about how much I hated my frail new body, but I didn't want to do anything about it. I got back to school to find out that my mom had contacted my roommate asking about my eating habits. I felt betrayed and embarrassed. At this point, I knew I had a problem.
But I only could admit it deep, deep down inside me. I also weighed myself for the first time in months. 98 lbs… I was shocked.
I was sick and tired about obsessing over everything I put in my mouth. The rest of the year was slightly better. I still only ate extremely healthy and my obsession was more about working out. I stopped running as much as I did and tried to add some strength training into my routine. I wanted to put weight on however, I weighed myself everyday and would make sure the scale didn't get passed 104 lbs. (104 would be a heavy day too)
But I felt better about myself. I never really felt weak because I was early a lot (granted I would just have a plate of vegetables, but it was still a lot) compared to how I was eating before, I was eating up a storm.
This is when I truly convinced myself that i was super healthy. Perfect workout schedule. Plenty of fruits and vegetables and I was really trying hard to get protein into my diet. I wouldn't eat any processed gross food. I even started to rub off on other people. My mom said I "inspired her and the family" and I hung out with a girl everyday and she became a really close friend of mine. She lost weight and was really happy about it. My friends at home would ask me advice about workouts and such and I loved it. I really developed a passion and love for fitness and health.
In the back of my mind I couldn't help but feel like I cheated people though, given my true feelings. School was finally over and I could wait to be back home. I remember slipping back into my old habits of obsessing in front of the mirror and thinking I was gaining a lot of weight. Until my friend snapped me back into reality.
She texted me after seeing me one day and expressed her concern about my weight. For a brief second I was mad and tried to think of an excuse. But I later thanked her, realizing that I wish people were as brave as her to confront me. I knew people were concerned and I wish they said something instead of waiting until I gained some weight back.
I don't blame them though, I don't think I could've if I were in their situation. From that point I knew I had to gain weight.
It was a sudden switch in my head to make myself realized that it is ok to eat.
And not to feel like I committed a crime for occasionally treating myself. However, this switch turned something else on.. something I hated.
For all of june and july I absolutely loved my body. I was so content with life and was the happiest I've been in months.(about 110-115 lbs)
Sometime in midjuly is when it all turned around. This is really really gross what I'm about to share. And really weird. (I slightly opened up to people about my other problems-but never this. its far too embarrassing) I don't know how the fucking gross habit emerged but I first tried it around christmas time.
I had been depriving myself for so long I just wanted to eat. A lot. And so I did.
But… I spit it back out before i could swallow it. I did that a lot over christmas break. Sneaking food into my room and waiting to be alone to eat.
At this time I also didn't want anyone to see me eat. (even if it was a normal meal)
I thought they'd judge me and think I was fat.. even though they were probably wishing my fragile frame would eat.
Anyway, my eating habits were normal and healthy, I would work out and had a very fit figure. I was thin, but a good thin. Not holocaust victim thin. I got obsessed with my chewing and spitting habit.. it got bad. I would spend hours eating and spitting it out.
By the end of my binge I would end up making myself throw up multiple times just to make sure that I didn't get any of the calories. But because the amount of food I ate during these binges, it was nearly impossible not to ingest some of these calories, even if I did throw up afterwards. (Mom... this is why the credit card bill was so high.. and why my room was a mess)
By late august I had lost that figure that I had absolutely loved. I looked in the mirror and tried to think of how I had gained weight. I had been eating healthy, workouted everyday. It was impossible that this were to happen. But oh yeah… I had hour long food binges.. of course it was going to catch up.
For the summer times I didn't really care though, it was nice to eat and not worry about it. But at the same time I'd almost rather have that than my new habit.
It was so annoying. I can't even describe how miserable it made me.
On the outside, everyone thought I had overcome my eating disorder and that I was back to my normal outgoing self. On the inside I was miserable. At least once a day I would cry to myself, tell myself I've hit rock bottom and that tomorrow I would stop.
But I couldn't. I went from weighing myself everyday to being terrified of the scale because I knew the weight had crept up. (I regret this, maybe I would've noticed the pounds inching up)
Here I am back at school and on the outside I seem happy. The school year is going so much better and I no longer count the days until I'm home, I love my friends and me and Henry are even friends now. But… its not over.
I've only been in school for a few weeks and I've made myself throw up many times.
I've been really risky about it considering I share a room and bathroom with other people. I've even made myself throw up in the bathroom and my roommate was in the room (I still wonder if the shower was loud enough)
No one would suspect anything though. Because I think I'm slightly overweight at this point. Infact I fucking hate my body. I'm about 133 lbs and I can't stand it. Granted, some of it is muscle but I would do anything to lose a good 15 lbs.
I'm actually really nervous to go home because all I can think about is how people are going to say how fat I am. I'm obsessed with thinking about my body. I literally don't go a day without thinking about how gross I look.
I'm writing this because I've never gotten all of it out at once. I'm not going to re read it but hopefully it makes sense for the most part. Even though I tried to explain how I felt, it's literally impossible to express what this past year or so has done to me.
I've been through so much and I don't think anyone can really understand it, no matter how hard I try to explain it. In some ways I don't regret anything because I really did learn so much about myself and other people. I also really have developed a passion for fitness and healthy eating.. even if it seems a bit hypocritical at times.
At the same time, I don't know what to do with myself sometimes. I wish I could just go back to july and redo the rest of the summer. If I hadn't had those stupid binges maybe I'd still have that perfect body. I'm trying really hard to get it back. But I'll find myself alone and just binge and purge.
My knocked even started to scab recently. I fear that I'll always have this relationship with food. I mean if you think about it, I've been dealing with it for over 5 years.
Making yourself throw up is not healthy.. even if its a few once or twice a month.
I would take the body I have now over the one I had over the winter though. But I still hate my body. I just don't know what to do at this point. I keep telling myself tomorrow… tomorrow it will all be better.
I can't help but think that it never will be better. But I want so much for it to be.
#food #help #skinny #fat #confession
When my grandfather died, I was so angry with him that I refused to go to his funeral.
Even now, 2 years later, I regret that I didn't take the chance to say goodbye to him one last time.
At my boyfriend's, I changed into my swimsuit in the pool bathroom and left my clothes there. When I returned to get dressed, my underwear were gone so I dressed without them and moved on. My boyfriend was with me, so the horny widower stole them. I gave him a smirk and imagined him sniffing and jacking off on them. I got excited and wanted him to look up my shorts to see I had no panties. Maybe he could see how smoothly I had just shaven. I felt so nasty, horny, and wet. I was inventing what I could do on my next visit. I was so involved, I forgot my boyfriend. I will surely masturbate tonight. With tonights event on mind, masturbation would be more enjoyble than sex with my boyfriend. His father might be 18 years older but is more attractive, more manley and handsome with lots of confidence and surely longing for young sex.
#older #stronger #manley #sexy #panties #dirty #horny #young #18 #shaved #wet #confidence #attractive #masturbation #boyfriend #father
I (female) don't talk to my father for 2 years now. He such a greasy old man, I can't stand him. But what I found out a few days ago, gives me even more reason to hate him.
My parents often fight about different things but they are still married. After an argument, my father often disappears and went somewhere else. A few days ago, I got curious and followed him. After following him around for a couple of minutes, he stopped at the house of his colleague. She opened him the door and they kissed!!
I made a photo of it and sent it to our pastor. My parents are reputable people in our church and I guess my father won't be much longer in our parish council. I hope he also lose his job because of this affair.
And hopefully my mother will finally understand what an asshole he is.
#father #church #affair #fight #argument #kiss #pastor #confession
I lost my virginity at 14 and pregnant at 16. Shortly after we married. My husband worked two jobs as I took care of our baby and home. The three of us got into quick-sand trying to survive with too many bills to pay. Luckily my husband's father opened his home to us resgiving us a dream of buying our own home. And he treated me like a Princess. Within a few months I was evil and committing adultry. My only other sex partner ever was my husbands father, but it's not my fault. Our sex is the best I've ever had. My husband was never home or was too tired. His single father and I were alone and together with sexual hunger so it was all natural and good for us until I got pregnant. Not positive who the father is because mostly sex with dad, but also my husband, and a few times with my uncle. My aunt would give me a baby break while insisting my uncle took me out. He's hot and had me wanting him. He took my pussy good. Very good and the biggest penis of all three.
So now my life is must be secret to a tight family. I am saddened that I let my hormones get me in this love circle.
How do I get out?
#baby #virgin #father #horny #nympho #14yo #pregnant #sex #uncle #hubby
I am a 39 yr old gay guy. I did however get married at 23. I was trying to be something I wasn't and wanted to be "normal". When I went to talk to my soon to be father in law to ask him if I could marry his daughter, his answer was surprising. My father in law was a former marine, decorated war hero, he was about 56 at the time and he was kinda hot. He was 5'8, about 175 pounds, very toned and athletic. He told me after speaking with him that he needed some time to think about it. So he asked me to stay a while and talk some more. We talked about my job, school, the service, the war, etc. After about 4 hours of chatting he retreated to his room to take a shower, so I figured our chat was over and prepared to leave but he invited me to stay for dinner as it was just him there at the house for the next few days. I waited for him to come back and sat there on the couch. He came back in about 20 minutes in his robe. He evidently did not decide to wear anything under it and sat down on his recliner opposite me. His robe opened a bit and I could see his member. It was a nice size not too big but looked thick. I guess he noticed me looking and adjusted himself and his robe. We continued talking and he got up to go get dressed. I sat there thinking about his dick and got hard, really hard. I tried to calm down before he got back. He came back about 5 minutes later dressed in a t shirt and flannel pants. His outfit really accentuated his body, hugging all the right areas. We went outside and continued talking. We ate and chatted and finished up. We sat on the porch in silence just watching the fire pit and he said he made a decision. He said "after speaking with you and knowing you for the past 2 years, I think it would be ok if you married my daughter. I just have one request. You've seen my equipment, I need to see what my daughter will be working with. I think that's fair". I said " what do you mean?". He stood up and said" I want to see you naked, how big is your dick? I've done this with all of my daughters boyfriends and now you." I was in shock. I didn't know what to say. "Don't be shy." he said. He took off his shirt and said "here, I'll get naked too so it won't be awkward." Then he took off his pants and was hard. He was about 7 inches, nice and thick with full heavy balls. I got hard almost immediately. I stood up and took off my shirt, and pants and stood there naked. I am 6'1, was 200 pounds and I have an 8.5 inch dick, thick with big balls too. Now I'm about 225. He said "yea, that's a good boy, nice". He walked over and rubbed my chest and my back and looked into my eyes and grabbed my cock. He said, "you seem very willing to please." I said " I am sir." He said " we'll see". He led me back into the house and up to his study. He said " we're gonna fuck, and I'm gonna see what my daughter has to look forward to." He said "no one will know, I've done this before. I use my study so my wife doesn't know but this couch has had a lot of young men fucked on it." He got down on the floor in front of me and took my raging cock in his mouth. It felt so good. I moaned and he laughed. Damn he was hot! He sucked my cock for about 10 minutes. He looked up and said "I'm impressed you haven't cum yet." I said " it takes me a while to cum and I've never cum from a blow job." He said "well, my daughter is a lucky gal, let's see how long you can fuck." He lubed my cock and his ass and slid down on my dick facing me. "Fuck, you're bigger than any of her other boyfriends and it's been a while so I'm kinda tight." And he was, it felt amazing. He rode me like a horse for about 10 minutes before I stood up and flipped him over onto his back. "This is how your daughter likes it," I said. I plowed his tight ass and he moaned like a bitch. "Yes, fuck me boy, fuck me!" I fucked him for a long time. We were both covered in sweat, he had cum twice already. I stood over him with his legs against his chest pounding away and let flow the biggest nut I have ever had. It was amazing. He said "I'm gonna cum again!" I put my mouth over his dick and took his load deep in the back of my throat. He said "that's never happened before, you are amazing son. Welcome to the family." I married his daughter and he and I got together a few times a year to fuck. Even after the divorce 2 years ago....
I made a 'Your mom's so dumb and fat...' joke to a kid whose mom died.
I feel terrible.
Reading your site, I am a slut. Boyfriend and I broke up. I cried. Mom is out of town. Step dad comforted me. Sex was good. A year later, I am uncomfortable when the 3 of us are together, even though mom has no idea. I feel like a slut. Worse is a part of me likes the slut feeling. I am not a prostitute just because he gets my juices going.
#stetfather #sex #slut #cry #mom
Because my father is very normal and conventional I like to wear short skirts and tops when I visit him just to annoy him.
Today I was shopping with my mom at our local mall and after successfully buying clothes we needed we thought we would get ourselves some nice crêpe, there's a little place in the mall that sells them. There was quite a line in front of the little booth, but we weren't in a hurry and thought we could wait. 10 minutes later, it was almost our turn, when this stupid bitch came by, just pushed in and walked in front of us. I said something along the line like "Are you nuts? What's wrong with you?" but she just ignored me. Well, we weren't in a hurry, so we just let her.
This stupid bitch then ordered 4 crêpes, and if you know how they are made you know that it takes quite a while to make one. I was furious after that but I thought well.. Karma's a bitch, she'll get what she deserves.
I also have to say, she was quite fat, so I guess she got all 4 of them for herself..
After she paid she walked past us and smirked like the stupid bitch she was. She wanted to say something petty or spiteful, I know it but before she could say anything I just flipped and knocked the crêpes out of her hand.They landed on the dirty floor and the woman just gaped at me with an open mouth. It was awesome. She tried to insult me after that but my mom and I just walked away.
I really hope I taught this arrogant and stupid woman a lesson for live.
#angry #furious #food #fat #ignorant #anger #woman #confession #noshame
My wife let me take lots of pornographic pics of her and trusted me to keep them privately. Whenever I feel like it I send them to random internet sites, post fake hookup ads making her out to be a cheating spouse, a slut and a whore. She's overweight and I share her big fat ass all over the internet.The first time I admitted to minor forms of this she let it go, then recently she made me promise to stop exploiting her as a porn figure. If she knew how I have displayed her big ass and how I continue to share her stretched open cunt to hundreds of thousands of men she would beat my ass severely. I don't have the balls to stand up to her cuz she WOULD kick my ass easily if she knew any of this so I'm gonna repost this under cowardice confessions too. i doubt I will stop before something forces me to stop. I love her but she was a huge slut when we were younger and I'm not letting that go. Fuck that fat bitch.
#fat #bitch #wife #cunt #slut #whore #porn #pics #forbidden #husband #coward #exploit #trust #betrayed
My significant other thinks I am a bit corpulent therefore she registered me in a gym. My confession is that I haven't used any of the fitness equipment yet. I spend all my time in the spa area like the sauna.
I'm 5'10 and weigh 154 lbs, that's not fat!
#corpulent #fat #weight #fitness #gym #equipment #confession
I take advantage of heavier more desperate girls when I go to bars or clubs. I’m 25 and I’m 6’3, and I’m in amazing shape. With this brings female attention. I do still have fun with hot girls but sometimes I get off on going for easy prey. With hot girls it’s me having to lead the convo and get them in bed but with desperate uglier fat girls its them coming at me wanting to get in bed. They probably get rejected a lot so when a good looking guy wants them they go all out. Best pussy I get is from fat chicks that are alone and drunk at the bar. Some have husbands and some are just lonely and want dick. I love using them and I never wear protection or pull out. I’m not going to see them again so I just cum inside then and dip.
When I was 15, my mom married my stepdad. My stepdad worked from home so he was always around. He would always indirectly compliment me about how beautiful he thought I was. When I was 17, school was let out early and my stepdad didn't know that apparently because when I got to my room, I walked in on him jerking off on my bed with my panties in his hand. I acted disgusted and yelled at him to get out, but I never told my mother. After that we acted like it never happened. I am 18 going on 19 now and since then I have realized how horny the thought of him fucking me makes me. Every time I see my stepdad, I get immediately turned on now. The thought of him lusting after me to that extent is so hot to me. Then again, I am angry with him for betraying my mother like that. I feel guilty because my mother really loves him. I'm never going to act on this fantasy but it's the only thing I touch myself to.
I study and have to do assignments and I try to fit in some exercise but lately all I do is walking and vibration platform workout with weights and resistance cords. I really try to eat low fat however I notice weight gain. some is from that we have gone back to full cream milk over low fat milk and there is a lot of dieticians turning back to butter and full cream. sometimes I will eat peanut butter and hazelnut choc spreads but I know I should not have these. I avoid jams and sweet things a lot.
I find I get cravings for chocolate and I snack too much on choc wafers and cheese and crackers, biscuits and I have become turned off flavored yogurts and I prefer low fat choc mouse or plain low fat yogurt mixed with lime juice and I prefer chili sauce over other dip sauces as it clears my sinuses.
I rarely eat fattening foods like cake or pastries or ice-cream (they are special treats for me).
dessert for me is like 1 ginger nut biscuit with a cup of tea,
I really enjoy vegitables as themselves or in soups and salads, I love salmon and tuna, and beans and I eat lean meats and small portions only.
I just want to know where I am getting this access fat?
I want to exercise more where my neighbors can't see me exercising. I want to lose weight so bad. I have considered starving myself. cutting half of everything I eat. I drink heaps of water often
I need to find exercise that will work, is fun and not over burdensome!
I am sick of gaining fucking weight. I am sick of being ugly and slobbish and I hate looking at myself in the mirror seeing all the fat.
my laziness is frustrating. I need to move more and I have to study and complete my work. If I don't start looking good and losing weight and feeling good soon I just don't know what I will do.
#fat #weight #loss #frustration
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