I had a copy of the ad in my car. It said SWF wishes to meet a man wholikes women over 250 pounds for friendship, possible relationship. I hadcalled Mary, and talked to her. I had learned a long time ago, not to mentionweight in the early stages, so I knew little about Mary's physical appearance.
I rang the doorbell, and a very attractive, yet slim woman answered thedoor. I was dumbfounded, and said, "I'm sorry, I was looking for aMary ." The lady said, "yes, this is the right house." Ithen said, "Er, Mary Wilson." She said, "Yes." I didn'tremember her mentioning a roommate, so I looked very puzzled. "I'mMary Wilson," she said. Then I thought that maybe she had a very shyroommate or sister, and was calling for her. She asked me to come in.
SO, you like large women, she said. I was now starting to worry. Was thisslim woman going to torture me for liking large woman. Was I an insect caughtin the spider's trap? I said "Yes." So, you must be an FA, then?Again, I answered with the simple yes. I then said that I was quite surprisedthat she was so slim. My ad didn't say I was over 250, now did it?, shesaid. "Nooo." I said.
Well, let me explain, she said. You remember our conversation on the phoneabout my last boyfriend? Well, when we met, I was a size 12. Not reallyfat, not really thin. But he was a jock, and was always exercising and dieting.I didn't mind. As a matter of fact, I've dated jocks, and I've dated teddybears, and I like them both. But Jim's dieting and exercising plans alwaysincluded me. He was never happy. He always wanted me slimmer. I followedhis wishes, and quit thinking about what I wanted. I was shopping at theclothing store, because my clothes were always too loose. I had just discoveredthat my bra size had gone down to what it was when I was 11. Here I am,a woman of 29 wearing a training bra. Oops--excuse me for being personal.I told her that I didn't mind, that her conversation seemed interesting.Well, anyway, when I came out of the dressing room while making that discovery,I noticed a large woman. She was really pretty and well-kept. And she hada nice man with her who liked her the way she was.
So, anyway, I did a lot of reading. I learned all about the "fat movement."I know about the organizations, the magazines, FA's, etc. I really admiredthat woman. I dumped Jim, and I placed the ad.
Well, anyway, I want my curves back, and more. If men can like woman beingfat, why can't a woman want to be fat? I could have started sooner to gainweight, but I read that FAs like to watch women gain. Are you in? I thoughtfor a few moments, and was totally floored. She was so attractive, thatshe would look good at any weight. But I didn't know her. Here's the scoop--myad said seeking for friendship-and anything else that might develop. Youdon't have to make a commitment. We can be friends--I thought we reallyclicked on the phone, more so than any other person who answered my ad.If you want to end it at any point --you can. I'm going to gain the weight--evenif I do it alone--so you don't have to feel guilty. If you'd rather nothelp me gain--or if you can't stand me this thin, call me in a few monthsor so. I hope that you don't feel that I misled you. I guess it's no funfor an FA to date a lady in her training bra. But this is the thinnest you'llsee me.
I told her that it sounded great. I told her that she was really attractive,so I didn't mind being with her. She was really tall and willowy. She woreclothes that accentuated her height and thinness. She then asked if I wasready to go to dinner.
We went to Friendly's where she had the dinner platter. She then ate mypotatoes. I asked her if she wanted desert, and she said Well, of course.She ordered the largest Sundae they had, and ate every last bite. I wasunable to finish mine. so she helped me out. We then so a movie, where shedevoured a large tub of buttered popcorn. I told her that I enjoyed myself,and was sorry to see the night end. She asked me if I was in a hurry togo home. No, I said. Well, let's stop somewhere. I know a good place. Iwas a little surprised to see it was McDonalds. They have a back parkinglot. It's pretty quiet this time of night, and it's secluded by trees. Whydon't we stop and get something. I got a soda, and thought she would getone too, but she ordered a whole meal, plus desert and a shake. We droveto the end of the back lot, which was private. I drank my soda, as we talked.She then grabbed my hand, and put in on her breast. She said I may be ina training bra now, when I lose, I lose a lot here, but when I gain.. Aftera while, we called it a night. Both of us felt really good.
I had called her the next day. She asked me if I was ready to do dinneragain. I told her that I enjoyed our first date. She asked if I was embarrassedby her eating so much. I told her no. She said, "I don't gain weightvery fast, so it's going to take time just to get back to my normal size12, even eating at this pace." I was enjoying myself. I liked her looksand personality, so the fact that she was thin didn't bother me too much.She was so tall, that even if she reached 250, she wouldn't be that big.We were seeing each other several times a week, and her appetite wasn'tslowing at all. We celebrated our first anniversary at the Friendly's. Sheordered the usual meal and deserts. While she was still thin, her body wasfilling out. I could tell she enjoyed her new femininity, as wore clothesthat emphasized her growing breasts and hips. Our late night trip to thesecluded spot at McDonald's ended with the same show and tell, but thistime, there was more to show.
Several weeks later, I went to pick her up, but she looked different. Shelooked more business like, and less playful. When I mentioned that she lookeddifferent, she told me that she was back into misses sizes. Each size rangehas a distinctive look. Juniors has the carefree look, like a teenager.Misses sizes assume a person is more mature. I'll have a new look when Igo into women's sizes. I've already sent for some catalogs. I'd like togo to the mall, and check out the women's sizes. Right now, I'm just back-trackingfrom when I went from size 12 to 5, going from 5 to 12. But after I outgrowmy size 12 clothes, it will all be new to me, so I'll need to explore mynew look.
Another month had passed, and her body had gotten quite attractive. Shewasn't fat yet, but she was very shapely. She was quite right about whereshe gained. It was hard to believe that that thin lady who answered thedoor could become so shapely. After another night of eating several meals,the "body check" at the secluded spot was very enjoyable. "whenI was a kid, it took me 4 years to get to a 36C, I'm glad it took me only4 months this time."
Well, here I am in my size 12 dress. I'm not a trekkie, but here I go whereno woman has been before--well at least me.
I had called her up, and we made plans for our next date. She told me shewanted to go to the mall. The next day came. As we went around the foodcourt, and she ate several meals, I was wondering if she would eat so muchin public once she was fat.
She said that she wanted to go clothes shopping. She spent a lot of timelooking. She went both to normal size stores and to large size, since shewas looking for a size 16. Since she was still a size 14, but wanted tobe prepared, she wasn't sure how her new clothes would fit.
Despite her veracious appetite, she had stopped gaining. She was quitedisappointed. We stayed home, and she was in tears. "I had everythingplanned out. I wanted to be a big beautiful woman. And I'm so embarrassed.I got you expecting a large woman, and now I can't deliver. I guess theset point theory is right. I've hit my set point. I really enjoyed you,but I'll set you free so that you can date the kind of women you enjoy."
I told her that it didn't matter to me. I told her that I thought she wasattractive and interesting at size 5, and that her shapely size 12 bodywas attractive to me. "Oh well," she said, "I guess a millionwomen wish they could eat like I do, and not gain. At first, it was hardto eat so much, but now I really enjoy it."
We were on vacation, so we spent most of our time together. She was goingto take back the size 14 dresses, but when she showed them to me, she decidedthey made her look fatter, so she not only kept them, but she wore themfor me. We didn't go anywhere, but we hung out together. I thought thatless of our time would be spent at restaurants, but I was wrong.
At 7 am, the Monday morning we returned to work, the phone rang. Mary wasso excited. My dress won't zip she said. I told her that I didn't have muchluck with zippers either, but I'd try to fix it that night. No. no, youdon't understand. I'm gaining. It won't zip because I'm too big. I startedto zip it, and the fabric pulled real tight around my stomach, and thenit wouldn't budge. My stomach was pulling the fabric out front. I put onmy size 14 dress, and it fits. I then weighed myself, and I gained 12 poundsthis past week.
As long as it took her to gain, I didn't have too much hope for her becomingtoo large. That Monday evening, she had on her unzippable dress when sheanswered the door. Her tummy was a little larger. When she took it off toput on her size 14, I noticed some new stretch marks. She filled out herdress nicely. I need to pick up some new clothes. I asked her if her newwardrobe wasn't enough. Well, I would get size 18. I asked her if she thoughtshe would be an 18. It might be a jinx, but if I gain weight unexpectedly,I won't have anything to wear.
I had watched her gain from a size 5 to 14, but there seemed to be quitea change over the last few weeks. While the previous gains were mostly inher chest and hips, to go from skinny to shapely, she was now gaining everywhere.Her stomach and midriff were now a prominent part of her figure. Her hipshad widened, and her thighs were bigger. She was no longer between fat andthin..she was definitely fat.
She really enjoyed herself. Most of the women I dated hated gaining. Butthe more she gained, the happier she got. But reality soon sunk in. It nowtook her several months to change sizes. She was now a size 20, but I knewthat once she hit 22, she would reach her goal weight of 250. But I couldn'tcomplain. By now she was wearing a 44DD bra. Her breasts covered the frontof her midriff, which circled her body. Her tummy and hips filled out thelower half of her dress well.
We were at Lane Bryant, and she was picking out her size 22 clothes. Isaid, "Well I guess you've about hit 250." "Yes," Shesaid. "I don't think I could remain attractive any larger. You're notgoing to dump me for a larger woman, are you?" I assured her that Iliked her at any weight. As we walked out, we passed a super-sized woman.She was pretty, but she had to be between 350-400 pounds.
I pretended not to notice, and I thought that Mary also missed seeking her.
Several weeks later, Mary answered the door in her size 22 clothes. Shestood straight up, twirling around. Her breasts, tummy and hips had gottenfuller. Well, "Do you like me at size 22?" "Yes," Isaid. "No more false advertising." "What do you mean by that,"she said. "Your ad said 250, and you finally made it." "No,my ad said over 250." I kidded her and said, "Well, Okay, I guessyou have to gain another pound." "Only one?" I told her whatshe said about getting larger, and not being attractive." "Well,I guessed you missed it, but I noticed this very large woman several minutesafter I said it. She was huge--but very attractive. I'm up for a challenge.I want to get as big as she is, and still be attractive. Would you mindif I gain some more weight? Of course not, but I told her that that womanmust have been 400 pounds. Oh, you DID see her?
I tried to imagine what Mary would look like at 400. The other woman wasn'tas busty. I thought that the trips to the restaurants would shortly cometo an end, but it look like at least another year of restaurant crawling.So the night included two full meals, several snacks, and a trip to theclothing store for her size 24 clothes.
The time was going quickly. As the months went by, her weight was steadilyclimbing, and she had gone through a few more wardrobes. We were spendingmore time at home. It was a combination of things--we were less formal--buther climbing weight also contributed. There were less and less things availablein the stores that would fit her growing body. Several of the restaurantsalso had booths. But the nights at her house were fun--we looked throughthe catalogs and commented on the clothes. Sometimes she would cook severalmeals. Other times, we would eat out, and then later she would cook a fullmeal. But even 2 or 3 meals didn't spoil her appetite for snacking.
We celebrated our first year together the night she tried on her size 32dress and 50F bra. She had reached the point of being the largest womanI dated. It was rather ironic that she was both the largest and smallestwoman I dated.
The next six months were enjoyable. Our love had grown strong, and we talkedabout marriage. She had really grown large as she headed towards her goalof 400. She had become a size 56, and she was wearing a 54DD bra. We hadcontinued to spend more time at home, as even the restaurants with separatechairs had become uncomfortable, with her 72 inch hips.
As she hit 390, she started to eat less. The day she hit 400, announcedthat she hit her goal, and modeled for me. Her breasts which were so tinywhen we met were draped over her large midriff, even with a super supportbra. Her tummy was soft, and jiggled a little as she walked. Her hips werehuge, which pushed her dress out quite a bit when she stood. "Well,this is it," she said. Am I too big? I hope I'm not too small, becausethis is it. I asked how she liked it, and she said she liked her new size.She said that she felt pretty and feminine. She really looked great, butI missed the trips to the restaurants, and her new wardrobes.
Her new size 56 clothes were getting tight. She had always bought clothesahead of time, so this was the first time I'd seen her bulge out of herclothes. She told me not to get excited. I guess I misjudged when to slowdown eating. But I'm not going to stay over 400, so enjoy it now.
However, after a few weeks, she couldn't fit into some of her clothes.The rest were pulling at the seems and buttons. She couldn't order clothesbecause of the shipping time, so she met the seamstress of her large friend.She told the seamstress of her temporary problem, and had her made 2 size58 dresses. She thought it would be a short time, but after eating evenless, she had outgrown the 58's in only a couple of weeks. I'm still goingto get down, it just means that I'll have to diet some. She went back tothe seamstress. I know just the style and size you need. I'll have themin a couple of days.
Mary, with her dress partially unbuttoned, came to the door as the seamstressdrove up. She had 3 dresses. Mary seemed disappointed. That's not my style,she said. The dresses were gigantic. The seamstress said that they weremeant to be comfortable. There's ample room, so you won't outgrow them.Mary said, "But I'm not going to get any bigger. I'm on a diet now."Mary paid for the dresses, and went upstairs to change. This was the firsttime she had worn tent dresses. It had really made her look fat. But therewas plenty of extra fabric, and she did admit it was comfortable.
Each night, she ate less and less, but I could see more and more of theextra slack in her tent dresses being filled by her growing body. In about6 weeks, she had gained to 450. Most of the extra weight was in her stomach.Her tent dress had grown tight. Finally, she has quit gaining, and she startedto lose a little.
She was happy, as she grew back into 54 clothes, but then she started togain again. However, this time was extremely rapid. In two weeks, she hadgained back the 50 pounds she lost. But it didn't stop there. She had gainedso fast, that she didn't have anything to wear. The seamstress was called,who had made her a special tent dress, with elastic in the arms and acrossthe front. When she hit 490, she made an appointment to see a specialist.
She had gained so fast that she had outgrown her seat belt. As a matterof fact, she almost outgrew the car, as her stomach pressed up against thedashboard. But she squeezed in, and rode with me to the doctor's office.She had filled out a very long form, and had complete blood work done. Thenurse called her in, and when she got up, two people standing were ableto take her spot.
The doctor looked at a long computer print out, based on both the bloodworkand the questions. The doctor told her that her diet had severely damagedher metabolism. You're a big person, and require a lot of calories to maintainyour weight. If you eat too much, you'll gain. But, if you eat too little,you'll lower your metabolism and gain. I can keep you from gaining, butyou'll never be able to lose and keep it off. You can try, but you'll besorry. You could gain another 100 pounds in a short time. You'll requireabout six meals a day to maintain your weight. Two breakfasts, two lunches,and two dinners. Any more or any less you'll gain. Mary thought a minute,and then said. I can't eat two lunches--I don't have time. The doctor thenrecommended a snack between her dinners. But it has to be substantial--ahalf of box of cookies or a large sundae.
Mary looked really depressed as she sat in her very large makeshift dressin which the elastic had stretched in only about a week. The doctor saidit wasn't that bad. You're quite healthy. And you'll quit gaining. Marysaid OK, and left.
Sure enough, the doctor was right. Mary stopped gaining at 504 pounds.After she maintained her weight for a couple of weeks, she called the seamstressagain, and asked for some clothes that looked good, rather than were madeto allow extra room for gaining. She also asked for some bras. She had outgrownher bras after she hit 400, and had gone braless.
The seamstress came back with some really pretty dresses, but some weirdlooking bras. These are special bras I make. Your breasts are too big tobe supported. It would take a steel brace. Your bra size is a 64. I wouldn'teven begin to guess the cup size. Since they can't be supported, all wecan do is cover your breasts for modesty. It's a special material that stretches.It moves with your breasts. If you gain or lose, it will still fit. It'sthe same material that they use in training bras. Mary said. "it figures.I gain almost 400 pounds to get out of training bras, and it looks likeI'm back in them." I said, yea, but not too many training bras comein a size 66. Several months later, that bra was worn under a size 64 weddinggown.