I met her in the spring. She was a young co-ed at the local collegewhere I was studying for my Doctorate. Carol was bright and happy, but alastoo skinny for my tastes. We went out on several occasions and each timeI tried to turn her away from me. I really didn't want to hurt her feelings.Finally she tracked me down in late April and put the "screws"to me. She gave me the "third degree" as to why I wasn't fallingfor her. I looked into her pale blue eyes and told her the truth. I lovedFAT women. She was taken aback, at first she refused to believe me untilI showed her my collection of fat pornography. At this she balked. To findout the real reason that I wasn't interested in her was why she came over,but to find out that there were people out there that loved beautiful bulgingbabes was more than she bargained for.
I didn't hear from her for several weeks. Then one Friday night shecalled me up and asked me over. I went to her apartment more as a favorthat to set up anything. After I entered the front room she came out ofthe back looking dejected.
"OK, you win. I'll get fat for you. Then will you love me?"Carol asked.
I told her that I didn't want her to change for me. It was true thatwith some extra weight I would probably fall for her, but if she had anyqualms about putting on weight I would rather that she didn't. I didn'twant to have her end up unhappy and hating me.
She smiled and said that if she could get under my skin it would beworth it. I saw that she was serious so I told her I would help her. Shethen asked if she could move in with me. I consented with a little reluctance,I had never found living together as a suitable arrangement. But if it wouldhelp her I would try.
The next morning I treated her to breakfast in bed, three eggs, fourslices of bacon, toast, butter, jam and a small box of pastries. At thesight of all the food her eyes bugged out, she asked where did I expecther to put it all. To answer it I patted her flat tummy. With a long sighshe began to eat. That night when I returned from class I found her layingon the couch, munching on some store-bought cookies.
The weeks passed quickly with finals coming up. Every morning I wouldfeed Carol an large breakfast and go to class. By mid-May she was complainingabout her clothes not fitting anymore. In fact, almost all of her clotheswere too small. I would see her walking across campus in the tightest jeansaround, usually munching on some piece of high calorie junk food. Her friendswere starting to give her "advice" about her sudden weight gain,mostly to lose the fat. But she stuck to her guns and continued to eat.
During finals week she rarely left the room. She spent most of herdays munching and studying. I can still she her curled up on the bed withsome book that was rapidly becoming chocolate stained from her fingers asshe munched her way through another box of Ding Dongs or Cup Cakes. Shewould look up and smile then go back to eating and studying. At the endof finals we had several weeks before I had to return to help teach summersession. Carol's family had a cabin on the beach at Ventura, we decidedto take a small vacation.
The day we arrived Carol went shopping and I went for a swim. Whenshe returned it looked like she was planning to feed an army. I unloadedthe car and was about to tell her that she had bought too much food whenI saw her standing in the front doorway. Gone was the little skinny thingof two months ago. Instead there stood a beautiful babe, cuddly soft witha "baby fat" body. I was stunned. She smiled provocatively andwalked forward. The jogging shorts which once hung on her were strainingto hold her in.
"How much have you gained?", I blurted out.
"Twenty-five pounds," she said. "Twenty-five sexy, hot,sensuous, gorgeous pounds. And that just the beginning, baby. I'm goingto get very, very fat for you."
That three weeks Carol did little but cook and eat. She started herday with a half-dozen eggs, a pound of bacon, half a loaf of toast, a wholecube of butter, and a jar of jam, topped off by a dozen pastries. She thenlay around the cabin until about ten o'clock when she would polish of therest of the pastries and a gallon of chocolate milk. Lunch would be an expansiveaffair with a large entree, several starchy dishes and a cake or a pie.After eating lunch her stomach usually looked ready to explode. She wouldthen lay down on the bed and nap until three or so when she would have asnack of junk food and soda. Dinner was usually a massive affair with repetitiveservings of pasta, pizza, steak of what ever else she made. Desert usuallycame afterwords, a whole cake or pie with as much ice-cream as she couldshovel down.
At the end of the three weeks we packed up and returned to my apartment.Carol's wardrobe was in a bad way with the eighteen pounds that she hadgained on vacation and the original twenty-five she was a whole new person.Her once sizable boobs had swelled two cup sizes, her waistline spilledover the waistbands on her largest jeans, and her butt threatened to explodeat any minute. With our return I decided that a change of clothes was inorder. So we went out to the nearest mall. Carol walked down the mall, her"love handles" that spilled out from under the overloaded blousejiggled to my hearts content. It was here that her first conflict came.A skinny friend recognized her at the mall.
"Carol!, dear you are just blowing up like a balloon. Sweetheart,take it from me, your really getting huge! Try weight watchers."
Carol smiled and said, "No thank you. I like myself now, and ifyou can't like me the way I am then good-bye!" With that she turnedand walked away.
I was stunned, she really liked being fat! Carol picked out severalnew outfits, almost all of them were several sizes too big. Room to grow,as she put it. We returned to the apartment for some of the best sex I haveever had. Carol was becoming a tigress in bed. She was once very passiveduring sex, but since she had been gaining weight she was more aggressive.
The next semester Carol didn't go back to classes, she took a job ata neighborhood donut shop. This combined with her ever increasing appetitecause her to fill out the clothes she had bought to bursting by early November.We got her some new clothes that actually fit her. But her work clotheswere still bulging at the seams. Two days before Thanksgiving I asked herto get on the scale. She lead me down the hall toward the bathroom. Heronce boyish hips now bulged from her sides causing her walk to be a waddle.Her hips now rolled from side to side. Her short robe showed me the dimpledbacks of thighs that were over twice the size they had been in April. Aswe entered the bathroom I could see reflected in the mirror that her robehad become too small to hold her. Her huge bust bulged out of the top, exposingat least a foot and a half of cleavage. Her robe came together under hermammary shelf, then opened back up to show a bulging belly of the firstorder. She stepped on the scale and the numbers shot up to 278 pounds. LastApril my 5'4" baby had weighed 120 pounds and thought she was fat.
I looked into her pale blue eyes and proposed. She accepted my proposaland in early January I married my 300 pound baby. That night after eatingan entire wedding cake that I had bought her, she turned to me with a glassof champagne in her hand.
"Here's to a brand new life. With bigger things to come."With that she patted her bulging tummy and turned off the lights.