Mel's Story
By Mel

My name is Mel and I have always been a bit of a fat girl. About two years ago I finished my GCSEs; at 5 foot 5 and weighing in at 154lbs, I was looking for a future. My parents were rich, very rich and we lived in a big house, just me, my mum and my dad. At the time I had a boyfriend, Ray, and we were in a very stable relationship. But unfortunately, that summer, my dad was driving my boyfriend home and both got killed in a car crash, leaving me to live alone with my mum in our big house. My dad had left me $20,000 for when he died but I had no idea at all what to spend it on. I would sit there at home all day, half mourning over my dead boyfriend and father, and half thinking about what to spend my new found $20,000 on, but I hadn't a clue.

One day I was sitting at home on my computer on the Internet, looking for new hobbies that I could invest in, and a 'fat porn' pop-up appeared. At first I didn't know what to make of it and thought that it was quite sick. But in a flash my mind suddenly changed and I though to myself, “I wander what it is like to be very fat?” At the time it was only an idea lingering in my mind and I hadn't taken it much further than thought.

About two months later I met another boyfriend who had an apartment of his own which I would often spend the night at as he was in a secure job. At first I didn't know what to make of him, but gradually we gained each others trust, and I told him of my idea about getting very fat although my mum was against the idea. But he said to me, “Mel, if that's what you want to do then go for it. If you want, you can stay at my place and I can help you with it if you like.” He seemed to have total confidence in me and said to myself, “Well if you believe in me that much, then ill do it. Let's start right away.”

Two days later I had moved most of my stuff into his place, and that evening, he sat me down on the couch and said, “I am going to have a shower, there's the telephone, now order yourself as much food as you want.” And I did. That night I ate three huge 16-inch pizzas and drank about 3 liters of soda. I felt full to burst and went to bed straight away. For the rest of that week I ate lots and lots of food. I ate about two large fry up breakfasts in the morning, a lot of fast food for lunch, and a lot of takeaway pizza and stuff like that in the evenings.

The following week, I couldn't be bothered to get properly dressed in the mornings and came down in my bra and thong in the mornings to start eating straight away. But on the third week, I decided that I would get dressed and surprise my boyfriend by taking him to the cinema, so in the morning I decided to get dressed. I slowly pulled my pants up and to my surprise; they wouldn't fit around my waist. There was about a 10-inch gap where before it would fit. So I breathed in as much as I could and was able to squeeze the button through the hole and do the zipper up. But when I finally breathed out, the button pinged off and flew across to the other side of the room, and my zipper came undone but ripped even further than it was meant to go leaving a giant tear in my pants and my stomach bulging out wobbling. It felt really good that I have managed to get so fat that I couldn't fit into my clothes in just 3 weeks!

So I carried on eating lots and lots every day, gradually eating more and more each day. I did this for about a year, staying indoors all the time with my boyfriend doing the shopping and cleaning.

I did this for about a year and at the end of the year I felt so so good and was massive. But only then (this was all about a year ago now) did it occur to me that I should weigh myself. I waddled over to the scales and placed each foot of mine on it, but had to ask my boyfriend to read what it said as I couldn't see. He said to me, “Wow Mel, you have really done well. You now weigh 382lbs!” I felt really good about myself that I had managed to double my weight and also put more on as well. But it didn't seam enough to me. 382lbs was a lot, but not enough. I had to put more weight on, but only this time, I had to eat with passion.

About six months ago (after eating more than I have ever eaten before regularly), I weighed myself again – well, got my boyfriend to weigh me - and when he looked he said in an astonished voice, “Mel, you now weigh 532lbs!” I thought to myself that I had reached a great target and told my boyfriend that I no longer needed to eat so much. But he then said to me, “Why stop now Mel? You enjoy your food so much; there is no need to stop! Carry on eating. Sometimes it's hard for us to have sex, but the way your body moves and squirms when we do it turns me on so much. I am so glad that you have put on so much weight, but you must carry on, Mel.” His enthusiasm and will for me to carry on made me eat like I have never eaten before.

This brings us to today, where I am sitting here with my keyboard resting on my breasts which stretch out in front of me, lying on top on my now 728lb body and having to constantly do spell check errors because my fingers are very fat and I sometimes hit more keys than I want to do. I feel really good with my huge body of flab and roles, and huge breasts and an enormous ass behind me. But my boyfriend would like to say what he thinks...

Hi, I am Mel's boyfriend. I love Mel because she has so much trust in me and so much love for me. And also, I just love the way how she is, just sitting there on the couch, which she can only just fit in, with her feet sticking out from under her huge body that covers up her legs and her enormous breasts resting on top. I love it when she laughs, because her whole body laughs with her, jiggling about. And I also love to care for her. She can't move, so I have to be her hands and feet. But I love sitting on her huge stomach with her giving me a blow job. It is so great, and I love her rolls of fat, as she is sitting down there now, she has 1...2...3...4...5 rolls of flab on her stomach, and she looks so tasty, all 720- 730lbs of her. I am hoping that in the not to distant future that she can be a 1000lb goddess.

Keep getting fat; it is such a great feeling.

Lots of love, from the five-foot-six, 728lb Mel.