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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
Me and my boyfriend tried to lose some weight in the last couple of months. Together we weigh around 450 to 500 pounds. We registered at the gym together and started changing our diet. It was a miserable experience for me!!!
I couldn't lose weight although I tried so hard. I cut out carbs and stuff and only ate a pizza or a burger once or twice a week on my lunchbreak from work.He on the other hand started to lose weight rather quickly and he enjoyed it! It's just so unfair!!!I thought about sabotaging him and maybe put sugar in his detox teas or something along those lines..
.I just hate seeing him so happy while I am so miserable...
#hate #jealousy #fat #overweight #gym #sport #diet #eating #food #confession #sugar #carbs #why
I'm a 21 year old gay male. Decent looking.
Anyway this starts all the way back in elementary school, I always felt different. I was the odd kid out and often picked on but if you were to look at me there would be no obvious reason. I was clean, looked normal but I was always off, this is when the horrible pattern started. I had met this kid, let's call him Cody, anyway we hit it off at first when school started because he was the new kid and I was a loner and we bonded over just running around at recess because neither of us liked sports (or ever were invited to play) and the swing set. As the year went on I thought everything was fine and normal, his mom even started volunteering at the school to serve snacks for the students which had given me a chance to meet his mom which I thought was great until i got pulled into the office one day. I was told that I was being suspended for harassing another student, it turns out Jake was deeply afraid of me and my vivid imagination, so afraid that he had pretended to be my friend so he wouldn't get hurt. His mom volunteered at the school to even keep an eye on me so she can see for herself what was going on. That's when I really knew something was wrong with me and what sickens me is that this exact same pattern of me finding one person and developing a dangerous fixation on them, my intent is never to harm them but I do... never physically but I'm so insecure in everything about myself. I need to pick a fight with them just to know that they care enough to argue back. I make up a sad story or suicide attempt to see how much they love me. I constantly push these boundaries to test how much they will take and if they will hurl me out of their lives too. This pattern has slowed down but not in a healthy way, ive now turned to opiates to give me that feeling of euphoria I would get when someone would say something nice to me or give me a hug. I'm up to about 160-200 mg of oxycodone use a day which I guess is enough to kill someone without a tollerance and everyday I wish I wouldn't wake up from my nod. When this isn't enough I turn to casual sex on grindr just so I can still feel sexy and desired, I never use condoms because I hope I get HIV, that'll kill me in a few years if I don't treat it hopefully. Oh I should also mention that the only person that ever loved me unconditionally no matter how bad I got died of cancer when I was 19, the same time my "fiancé" left me. He was actually pretty good at dealing with my crazy, he knew how to work around it but after losing my mom I got really bad. Wanna know what's funny? I have a high paying job! I'm really smart and manipulative so I was able to cheat a resume and land a 30$ an hour job, I just pretended I knew what was going on lol I've even bought a car recently. I have this random peaks of energy and sanity I think where I set a goal and then I work hard to acheieve it, all while hiding a drug addiction. This isn't easy to do but any addict can tell you that they'll figure something out to push them through the day. As you can see this is so haphazardly written because this is how my brain works, I'm never on a single path and do you want to know the sickest thing that torments me the most in my life? I love. I love so hard. I love everyone and everything. All I want to do is love each and every person on this earth and i know that I have enough compassion in my heart to go around to each one of you but with my deadly desire to be desired like that in return all I do is hurt anyone who crosses my path. I've stopped now. I even got on methadone to start saving up a chunk of money for my family and entered the methadone clinic who dose me every morning before work, then I go to my office, milk the fuck out of the clock, go home, pop some xanax or whatever drug I can get my hands on because I have stockpiled fake pee for the UA's and pass the fuck out. On my days off it's just a blur of some type of intoxication. The beauty of this is, I'm no longer harming anyone, I tell my family I'm just dedicated to my career and they believe me because they see the new diesel (used 2011) Ford Dually I bought. I'm not in emotional pain for the lack of not having human interactions. My account is growing slowly but since I don't pay rent I can put almost half my monthly income into savings. I've written a list of the names of all the people I've hurt and for each name is a letter telling them everything that's beautiful about them. In 6 more months (if my body can hold up to my downers at night and daytime stimulants) I'll leave on a positive note with my dads debt paid off and my brother a newer truck which he should be able to make the payments on with the way I got the loan set up. Fuck you guys I'm so sorry I've failed you all. I was supposed to be the one to take every tear and change it for you... there has never been a time when my compassion didn't bring joy to someone's face, in fact that's the only thing that's kept me here this long. Kill me if you want and can find out who posted this, it would help. Today is January 7th.. late July and the toxic creature that has infected our existence as a species will enter the void of nothingness. Damnit, I was supposed to be something so beneficial. Anyway, bye babes. You have my love - mine is not to reason why, yours is not to make reply for I am to do and die.
#insanity #death #suicide #fear #addiction #abandonment #loss
What do you think... is it ok to lie to a person that is dying? That is a question I get to ask myself over and over again for the last 3 years. My Dad was very sick. I do not want to say too much about it to protect my identity, but after his diagnosis, we knew that he did not have much time left. He needed a kidney transplant and he needed one fast.
My sister and I immediately went to the doctors to see if we were a match and could save his life by giving him one of our kidneys.
I remember that my sister's appointment was on a Tuesday, mine was following the next day on Wednesday.
Here comes the horrible part... I never went to my appointment. I was drinking and partying the night before and overslept. It was such a terrible, horrible and terrifying time and I used to get my mind off things by doing a lot of wrong stuff with a lot of wrong people.
I woke up in a haze on Thursday afternoon to a frantic phone call from my sister telling me that she was no match. She was crying hysterically and beyond reasoning. I still remember that moment. I could have said that I forgot my appointment and that I would make another one. But a lot of other stuff happened before (I do not want to talk about it in detail), that I was ashamed to admit it. In this moment, I was certain, if my sister was not a match, I would not be one either.
So, I lied. I said I WAS at the appointment and that I also was not able to donate.
In that moment I really believed that the universe would not be so sadistic and evil as to let my kind and good father die because of his terrible excuse of a daughter.
Well, he lived for 3 more months. They were not able to find a match or a donor in time. And I will never know if I could have saved his life.
#father #dying #donor #match #lying #lie #horrible #death #confession #ashamed
This is a confession but also shows how karma can pay you back. Ever since I was a kid I’ve been fascinated with fat. I used to wish I’d grow fat and I’d put pillow up my shirt to pretend I was fat. I also used to tease others who where “chubby”. I remember seeing a fat boy and saying out loud how fat he was. My sister told me that was rude.
When she hit puberty my sister gained some weight. I would tease her mercilessly. I used to tease other cousins who were fat. I was downright mean. And I was arrogant about it. When I was going off to college my sister snidely said “watch out for the freshman fifteen”, which I scoffed at.
Well, by thanksgiving of that year I had put on the freshman15, and to be honest I liked it. I was not huge by any means but I went from 160 to 175. By Christmas, I did gain more and was up to 195. When I came home. I was sucking in my smallish beer gut all the time. One morning she caught me by surprise in the bathroom with my shirt off and grabbed my flab and said, “you won’t be able to hide that gut much longer the rate you’re going!”
Now, she was a bit odd, and said to me that she put a spell on me and that I would continue to grow fatter and fatter, because I used to treat her so bad! I told her to piss off.
But you know, I was actually thrilled that I was caught with my pudge hanging and I secretly liked the idea of getting a lot fatter.
So, I decided then and there that I’d no longer hide my weight gain. At Easter the next year both my parents commented on my increased girth. My sister just smiled. During summer break I was a good 220 lbs and mowed the lawn shirtless.
I got a lot of teasing from my sister and especially one cousin.
Funny, how liberating it was. When my sister would tease I’d reply “hey, your spell is working and there is no use fighting it.”
Little did she know that she tapped into a desire that I had all those years as a kid. In my teasing I was actually jealous of her fatness as a kid.
So today many years later, here I am still getting fat. I’m 260 lbs with. A pronounced 52 inch beer belly. My sister lives in a city some 4 hour drive away. Each time we meet I mention that the spell is still working. She knows that I like sporting a fat gut and I take every opportunity to do some show and tell. This past Christmas she asked if I’d play Santa for her kids, and I said, I’d make sure that my belly is big enough to not use any padding.
I apologized about teasing her as a kid, and said that karma has repaid me. I think in a few years I’ll likely be 300. I am not her little brother any more.
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.
I have a crush on Megan Whessels a.k.a The Fanfic Critic on youtube.
I wanna cum on her fat face cause she has a double chin and that was in 2014, I do hope she's gotten even fatter since.
Seriously I would love to smell her armpits after a long hot day.
#bad #sex #megan #wessels #ugly #fat #youtube #fanficiton #i #hate #myself #for #thinking #this
My girlfriend's father thinks I am going to church every Sunday. That was a necessary lie I had to tell for him to trust and like me. He is a very religious man and I thought the best thing to do is tell him I am too.But I am not. Not at all. My girlfriend doesn't know either! I am sure she wouldn't approve lying to her father about something like that. So I tell her as well that I am at church at Sundays. We live 50 miles away from each other so that's not a problem.In reality, I'll lie in bed, just turn off my phone and watch some stupid videos online.I really enjoy this time because I do not have to think about anything or anyone. I thought about telling them that I am going to the evening mass on Thursdays as wel just to have a few hours for myself. Maybe masturbate, maybe watch a movie, maybe take a nice bath. That's my own holy time. I love my girlfriend but I like my alone time as well.
#holy #church #lie #mass #confession #fatherinlaw #girlfriend #oops
So excited my boyfriend proposed. What 18 yo girl could say no? A few months later I knew I could not live with him. I made a mistake and needed out of this dud of a boy. I tried to talked to so many but I was told how wrong it would be to not follow through. I ended up finding someone with empathy, his dad. His father was also engaged so maybe it made the talks more relaxed. Somehow the two of us ended up in a secret relationship. Now we are in love looking for a way to move on without our deadbeat wanna be mates. Nothing to confess, just wanted let be known I should not feel guilty for improving my relationship. I could use advice on how to break the news.
#love #relations #guilt #baddecision #pregnant #sex #father #fiance #advice
My father is unfaithful for a few years now. I just wished my mom would finally leave him.
#unfaithful #father #mother #wish #leave #confession
Being a young man I get horny for ugly girls. Idk why I’m like this. I’m a pretty good looking guy I just like these ugly weird girls. There was this one girl at a party who had blue hair, fat, pot head, hairy armpits, smelled like shit and hated trump. A girl no one would expect a guy like me to like. But once I had an opportunity alone with her we took it upstairs and just kissed and madeout for a really long time. She even left hickeys on my neck and so much saliva in my mouth. I sucked her tongue and tasted everything she ate that day. I would’ve fucked her too but she said she was bisexual but leaned more towards girls. But just the making out alone made me satisfied. Hotter girls would have been down to hookup at that party but I wanted this girl instead.
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
Although my daughter (now 44 years old) has always been and still is beautififul (she looks to be in her 30's with a fantastic body) I had never thought about having sex with her.
My daughter, her husband and two young children live about 2 1/2 hours from us. Last year when my wife and I were at their house I helped my daughter and her husband install a dryer vent, As my son-in-law held the vent tube, I had my daughter hold the bracket so that I could tighten it around the tube. It was close quarters and in order to reach the bracket I had to reach between my daughter's legs. After tightening the bracket as I moved back I accidentally rubbed her pussy through her pants with the back of my hand. I quickly apologized and said sorry about the touch. She just giggled.
A month later I was at their home with just my daughter and the kids. When her husband travels for any length of time my wife usually goes to their house to help with the children but because her sister had had surgery my wife needed to help her and I went to my daughter's alone. The first evening I was there my daughter had just come home from the gym, taken a shower, put the kids to bed and came into the living room in her shorty pajamas. It was summer. I had also showered after an afternoon of working in their yard and was sitting in a chair in my shorts and t-shirt. She sat across from me on the couch and pulled her legs up to her chest. It was obvious she wasn't wearing panties because I could she the outline of her cameltoe against the tight pj bottoms.
She asked me if I remembered when we had installed the dryer vent and I had touched her pussy (she actually said pussy). I said I did. She said she couldn't say it at the time but if she could have she would have said I could touch her anywhere anytime.
So I asked if she meant that at that moment if I wanted to I could touch her pussy. She said that I could. I told her I was going to call her bluff and moved onto the couch with her. I reached down and rubbed her pussy through her pj's. She spread her legs further apart. As I moved my hand upward to slide into her pj bottoms she quickly removed them exposing her neatly trimmed pussy.
I slid my finger up and down her slit as she caressed by hardon through my shorts. She was dripping wet. Then she put her hand on the back of my head and pushed it downward toward her pussy. I quickly knelt between her legs and a began to lick her pussy. After a few minutes she came squirting her juices a over my face. She motioned for me to stand and then removed my clothing before lying on her back lengthwise on the couch. I climbed onto the couch between her legs and pushed my hard cock into my daughter's pussy. It didn't take me long until I was ready to shoot my load but my daughter had other ideas and told me to pull out and cum in her mouth which I did.
Afterward we talked and she told me that like most girls she'd wanted to have sex with her father when she was a teen but since that was not to be she decided that now was as good as ever and at her age incest would be a positive not a negative. She also said she had never cheated on her husband but didn't think this was cheating since it was only sex. I had never cheated on my wife and felt the same.
We talked a little more then she asked me to go down on her again which I did including pushing her legs back so that I could lick her asshole. She returned the favor by sucking my cock and licking my ass. Then we fucked again and unbelievably I came again this time inside her still tight pussy.
The next morning I walked the kids to their bus stop and when I got back to the house my daughter was in the shower. She asked me to join her which I did. Then she asked if I had ever done golden showers which I had not. Neither had she. She asked if I would like the to try. I said I would so she turned off the shower and told me to kneel and open my mouth. She then proceeded to pee into my mouth and down my chest. I tried to swallow some of her salty pee but most went on my chest. Then she knelt and I peed in her mouth and on her tits. We showered. She dried off first and when I went into the bedroom she was lying on her stomach with a pillow under her waist raising her ass in the air. She said that she loved the way I licked her ass the night before and would l do it again?
I spread her ass cheeks and tongued and licked her asshole pushing my tongue in until I could feel the slick inner walls of her ass. I fingered her clit as I licked her ass until she came. Then she asked if I had ever fucked anyone in the ass which I had not. She said she had always wanted to be fucked in the ass but never found anyone who would do it. She handed me a tube of KY which I applied to my cock and her asshole inside and out. I positioned myself behind her and slowly pushed into her ass. She said it hurt until my cock head was beyond her sphincter then it slid in easily. As I slowly fucked her ass she pushed back until we both were in rythum and came together. She then turned over a kissed me on the mouth for the first time sticking her tongue deep into my mouth. She thanked me for being such a wonderful dad any making her wishes come true.
Over the next two days we repeated most of what we had done the first two days except at my age I wasn't able to come every time. Then it was time for me to leave. We discussed how we might feel the next time all four of us would be together and how we were going to feel that day when her husband came home and I saw my wife, her mother, for the first time since my daughter and I had had four days of sex. We both agreed that since we loved each other so much and would never tell anyone about our four days of sex that we'd be ok. And we were though we both admitted to feeling a little guilty until the first time we made love with our respective spouses.
We never repeated everything we did though once or twice we discussed how much we enjoyed it and didn't regret a moment.
One time about a year later we were both in her basement looking for something and she was on a step stool and I was behind her. On an impulse I pushed my face into her ass crack through her pants. She turned, undid her pants and pulled them down along with her panties. Without a word I buried my tongue into her pussy and licked until she came. Almost falling off the step stool. Then she stepped down to the floor, turned around and bent over. I dropped my pants and pushed my cock into her sopping wet pussy. We both came together as I shot my load for the last time into my daughter's pussy.
We don't even discuss it now and while I still love to look at her and think about how great it was it's a thing of the past.
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.
Ever since the first vacation we took with my husbands parents I have been having sex with my father in law. He takes it as an opportunity to get me alone and he treats me like his little slut. This started 19 years ago.
I have an interest to go online and look at pictures of dead people. Then I like to laugh at them. The dead bodies dont disterb me, even when their organs or blood is exposed. I'm not sorry holocaust victims and dead people but I guess I should be...
Life isn’t fair. I ate right & exercised. No drugs or drink. Been sick much of my life.
I know fat smokers who eat endless fried foods; get drunk; smoke; did a lot of drugs, & won’t even wear a mask for Covid. Yet are healthier than me.
I will always hate my father because he is a disgusting person who loves to make people suffer, either by emotional or physical abuse. He has never stopped terrorizing my sister, caused her severe issues. I only keep in touch with him because i want his money to study. Now he is turning blind, making him even harder to deal with...i know he will never change or pay for what he did, but at least i know he is going to die alone
I have become a hoarder. I go on eBay late at night when everyone is asleep and I buy luxury clothing and shoes that are not even my size. I started working from home so I can accept the packages without my husband knowing. I have boxes on top of boxes and I tell him that they are inventory that I am selling online but I'm not. I haven't sold anything online in over a year or two. I am so sick over my deception and addiction that I just lay in bed all day and make plans on how I am going to rectify the situation. But all I do is wind up unpacking one box and repackaging the items in another. I don't know why I am doing this. I never cared about things like that before but now it's like if I see a Tory Burch bag for $5 with free shipping and I dont buy it I feel like I'm about to take a huge test that I am completely unprepared for, or like I'm about to jump out of a plane. The only thing that stops the anxiety is buying the item. I am out of money and I can't remember the last time I did dishes or made dinner. I just lock myself in my room and obsess over this all day and all night.
Being Asian and fat is the worst punishment. I am 19 years old and a very romantic person, but I fear or feel no body wants me and loves me because I am fat and in the future I wouldn't be able to get the type of love I want all because of my body
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