Regrettably, I did it. I was in a three-year relationship with a girl I'll call Anna. We were happy together and a really good match, except for one thing: our sex life. She liked it, and I kind of liked it too, but only because I had to imagine her being mega obese just to get an erection. It worked to a point, but as many of you might guess, I wasn’t completely happy.
Everything changed when we went to university. Anna went to study sociology, and I went to study math. In my class, there was this girl—let's call her Paula. At the time, she was, hands down, the fattest person I had ever seen in real life, probably around 180 kg. During lectures, she had to use two folding chairs in the auditorium, and they would creak loudly. She was the stereotypical fat, nerdy slob: round face, glasses, ponytail, always sweaty and smelly. Surprisingly, though, she wasn’t shy or an outcast. In our group, no one was really an outcast, and we had a lot of quirky people, to say the least.
During our first semester, Paula and I became close. We had everything in common. While working on a project together, I accidentally discovered her browser history (yes, for real, it was an accident). I was completely lost and didn’t know what to do. By the second semester, after winter break, we had a party. Everyone was super drunk, and while we were alone in the kitchen making more drinks, I told her that I knew she was a feedee and that I was a feeder. She was surprised. We talked about it while still drinking, but nothing happened that night.
The next day, back in class, I found a note in my backpack from Paula saying she’d love to have a feeder like me. Old school I know. For the next few days, I talked to my closest friends about my situation (leaving out a few kink details). They weren’t much help, to be honest. The moment I really regret came one Friday after classes. I was so confused about myself, my relationship, and my future. So, in the most "sane" way possible, I used a random online wheel to decide for me. The choice was between staying with Anna or starting something with Paula. I spun the wheel three times, and all three times, it landed on Paula.
So that same day, I broke up with Anna and met Paula that evening to tell her everything. Fast forward to now: we’re in our last year of university, and our relationship is going really well. Paula recently hit our milestone of 210 kg a few weeks ago, and we’re happy together.
However, a few weeks after I started dating Paula, Anna ran into us at McDonald's and had a complete meltdown—crying, screaming, the whole thing. She couldn’t believe I had broken up with her for someone so disgustingly obese. Paula didn’t help the situation by saying that maybe if Anna wasn’t so "disgusting," I wouldn’t have left her. In the end, Anna left in tears. From what I know, she never really recovered mentally from our breakup. Our mutual friends told me she attempted suicide once and dropped out after the first year of university. I don’t know what happened to her after that.
So yeah, this is the story of how I left a somewhat happy relationship with a skinny girl to be happy with someone who’s morbidly obese.