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Observer
12-10-2006, 06:20 PM
~BBW, Eating, Romance, ~SWG - A story of a girl who knew herself, but needed some one to help her know the real world

KERRI
Initial concept By CMMiroddin
Amplification and Continuation by The Observer

The beginning of this story appeared on several sites, but was then abandoned when its author became too caught up in studies to continue it. After some time in our discard forum I decided to revamp it with some additions.

Chapter 1 - A Broad Beginning

Almost all of Kerri's family were diet freaks. That being said, she didn't have the most generous parents when it came to eating. Because her parents were so bent on excluding the rest of the family from city fairs, restaurants, and basically anything else involving food, Kerri often went on "exercise walks" to the local bakery whenever she could.

It wasn't rare for her mother to say, "Kerri, dear, you look fuller than when you went out! You haven't been out snacking, like your sister, have you?"

Of course, her sister wasn't like the rest of the family, except maybe Kerri if Kerri could only be herself.. Aliyah, age 22, had dark brown hair, soft hazel eyes, and a soft womanly figure. Her hips spilled out at the sides in soft, smooth skin, and her stomach spilled out of her purposely tight skirts and shirts in rolls of fat.

The most her parents could ever bring themselves to say of Aliyah’s body, though, was that her breasts were larger than most. and they were, having overspilled an E-cup when she was only 17. They preferred not to speak of their oldest daughter's size.

Unlike her parents, Kerri idolized her voluptuous sibling. More than anything in the world she wanted to eat, and eat all she wanted. Often she would have dreams of stuffing herself with fatty foods building up into total ecstasy. But that wasn't the reality. It wasn't peer pressure or being viewed in public, that made her nervous.

It was her parents, who would have never let her live it down if she became fat. So she had lived life as a would-be plumper, always hungry but outwardly lean, never daring to east as she truly desired. But now, as a freshman at Northwestern University in Chicago, her parents weren't there to nag about her eating habits. She had, after all, gone from a size six to an 8 over the course of the summer, which was to them a great cause for alarm.

The reasons for her growth spurt were easy to see. She'd had a summer job, with food available at breaks and full lunch opportunities. Her grades had brought her a major scholarship and she had approved loans for college away from home. For the first time she could eat with her own funds and apart from control of her parents. She was happy with the results, even if did stretch her seams and cover up some of the visibility of her bones and ligaments.

"I'll miss you!" her slim younger sister had called out.

"Don't spend all your time in the cafeteria, dear!" shouted her mother, grimly.

And only a lame excuse of a goodbye from her father: "I hear college food is fattening, so be careful!"

What a relief to be rid of those two voices nagging at her all the time. Especially her father! He was the least understanding about matters of the larger woman of the two. When her older sister, Aliyah, had married Josh, a man with a taste for the "full-figured" woman as her mother put it -- "fat" as her father put it -- her father had even gone so far as to refuse to walk the bride up the aisle.

Of course, Josh's parents, extremely ashamed of what their son had done, didn't even bother to show. This, had made Kerri's parents seem angelic in comparison. But all of that was over now. As a sign of her liberation she bought four candy bars to eat on the flight east to Chicago. Then she had a Big Mac Combo and a cheeseburger while waiting for the plane. As she packed away her 1100 calorie statement of independence she didn't even notice the disapproving eye of another waiting passenger named Max.

Four months had passed since Kerri left home. As much as she hated her antagonistic parents, homesickness of being 2000 miles away from her California home was setting in. Along with a hefty Thanksgiving meal at her grandmother's and stuffing chocolate after chocolate through her mouth at Christmas, plus the abundance of dormitory parties and a campus food court, her desire for food had taken its toll. A once voluptuous, yet still rather skinny girl, Kerri now had what seemed to be a likeness to her heavier sister bodywise, but only remotely. It would be long before she grew to that weight.

She knew only that she was loving her freedom. Her tuition included meals in a food court that served breakfast, lunch and supper buffet style. A natural early riser, she loved the breakfasts, which featured a variety of eggs, meats and side entrées, Lunches included submarine and pastrami sandwiches, Mexican dishes, pastries and variety of desserts. Dinners usually included two meat entrées, vegetables, rice or potatoes and the ever present desserts. Kerri wasn't counting calories, but if she had been she would have noted that she was eating well over the American average of 2500 per day.

The effects showed. Her hips had broadened slightly, giving way to a small pot belly. Her C-cup breasts had now grown to a D-cup and her face was much more cherubic than previously. Even her butt was gaining a figure, sticking out slightly from her now too confining size 8 party dress. To classmates remarks that she was adding some pounds Kerri made it known that she liked her "new curves."

Although she didn't know it, Kerri had embarked on a road that there was no turning back from, and the speed limit wasn’t getting any slower. And she had taken the full brunt from her parents when they visited over the Winter break. She was heavier, up to a size 10, and they had let her know it. She informed them that she was now an adult - they could love her as she was, but she would eat what she wanted and be the weight that she chose. They held their peace, but inwardly rolled their eyes. Would they soon have a second fat daughter, they wondered.

Observer
12-11-2006, 02:07 PM
Chapter Two - Facing Reality
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It was early May. The alarm rang loudly on the desk next to Kerri's bed. Grabbing the pillow that had been thrown off the bed during sleep she clasped it over her ears. But that did nothing. This alarm was an old-fashioned alarm clock used by her father when he was in the army and he had given it to her saying that otherwise she wouldn't get up. And this was true of course, she just wanted to sleep. After partying till 3 am the night before, she was out of it, but at least not having a hangover from getting drunk she thought, unlike her so-called friend.

She'd met Max on the plane ride to Chicago eight months ago now, having been assigned to a seat right next to him. He seemed a little taken aback at first, surprised by her figure, obviously larger than the dress she was wearing, obviously evidence of an appetite out of control, as he himself had seen in the airport lobby. But Kerri, in reality then only a softening size 8, figured he was just nervous.

A lot of guys were nervous around her, she thought. They just didn't know what to say to a girl like herself, especially now that she was getting fat. With all of her insecurities obtained from years with her parents insulting her and ordering her on exercise walks and diets, Kerri was not a very shy girl. She was straight forward and often confused others by answering her own questions. This situation was no different for her.

"Hi, my name's Kerri. Where you headed?"

Max stammered, "H-hi. Name's Max. You’re very chubby -- i mean pretty."

Kerri smiled. She knew her dress was tight – nice of him to have noticed. "And you’re going....where?"

"Oh, right. Northwestern U. in Chicago. You?"

"Really, me too! "

Kerri felt good that at least she would know ONE person there. With all her straight-forwardness, and very direct speaking, she didn't do well when making friends. Kerri always tried to hard and it came off bad. "So, what's your dorm number?"

Max managed a "Uh..."

And then continued to search through his pockets for the paper with his housing information on it.

"Well, I'm in #660," said Kerri.

Max found his paper and unfolded it, and stared down at the number. #699. Well at least he wouldn't have to be too close to this girl, he thought. Kerri took the paper out of his hands and stared down at the number.

"Wow! You're in my hall. #669! Cool! I'm so glad I already know someone only a couple doors down from me."

"Sorry, what? No, I'm in #699 in H-6."

"Yeah...I think you were reading it upside down. Sorry."

He stared down at the number, and then grimaced. There was no way he was gonna live right next to this fat cow, busting out of a dress like some slim chick!

“She'll probably keep me up all night eating,” he thought.

But, just because he despised fat girls, thought they were disgusting, he was still going to be polite. That's what his parents had taught him. "You can hate someone down to the deepest part of your soul and wish they would just leave or die, but never EVER let them know. Be polite, even to the unfortunate ones you meet. After all, they could be rich. "

It was a terrible teaching , but Max never thought that it could be wrong. He assumed that it was the right of the world, that it couldn't be questioned. He also never thought to think that his parents would never tell him if they didn't even care for him, if they too followed this rule. Max never thought about those kind of things. He was just here to graduate and make lots of money. If only he knew what he was missing out on.

The rest of the plane ride was spent with Max never looking directly at Kerri; she assumed he was still nervous, (in truth he didn't want to look at her in fear he would be tempted to make fun of her, he didn't know if she was worth befriending yet.) Then near the end of the flight, when they were right over Chicago, Max had an idea. There was one question that would not seem suspicious at all and he would know whether to ditch or friend.

"So...what do your parents do for a living?" he asked.

"Oh...you know boring jobs...my mom's a nurse..and my dad’s a doctor. "

Max's eyes lit up! A doctor! Yes, he wouldn't ditch her and hey...maybe he'd even get to know one of her friends to make out in the dorm with. But, that was later, not now.

Through the fall, past the Winter break and into the Spring Kerri had eaten her fill and Max laughed behind her back. But to her face he was all smiles and good words. He smiled at her hearty breakfasts of eggs with either pancakes, waffles or French Toast and usually some type of meat.. He never said a word as she would grab a chocolate sundae or a piece of pie with ice cream to go with lunch. The same with the supper entrées of meatloaf, strogonoff or casserole with potatoes. And when he had to let the pizza delivery guy into the dorm for Kerri and friends to have one of their frequent "study snacks" he never uttered a peep. To her face he was a smiling but date shy friend - in his own mind he was a total fatophobe, hypocritically appalled at her ongoing indulgence.

Of course, Kerri had not known all of this and now it was too late. She had gone ahead and eaten as she wanted to all her life for four more months – growing to a full size 12 by Spring, then been humiliated at the party last night. Now, she knew how Max really felt, and wondering how many shared his prejudice and hatred..

“He was just after my money and connections, that was all. I was so stupid,” she thought. It was true, last night was what Kerri called the worst night of her life. Or maybe just the past year. She'd had worse nights before.

At the party , she had been standing around in her new blue and black "plus-size party popper" as the woman at the store had called it. She was supposedly going to attract guys like mad with it.

None seemed to come. But, although she didn't know it one had been eying her from the other side of the club. His name was Jamie and he had always had an interest in girls with a figure, as some called it, although he always knew they just meant fat. To him Kerri at size 12 was just a curvy girl with potential, but still the nicest one there. Jamie was walking over to her, planning on introducing himself, when drunken Max came dancing over near her.

Not even paying attention to what he was doing, Max bumped into Kerri and in his inebriated state, not even recognizing his pigeon, said, "Hey, watch it, fatso. Move!"

"Excuse me?" said Kerri.

"I said MOVE , your blocking my view of the pretty girls. Now get out of my way."

"Max, it's me, Kerri, from H-5, you live right down the hall from me. Remember?"

"Oh yeah. The fat bitch who's always keeping me up at night eating. Now, move."

Kerri was crushed. Everyone was watching her now too and laughing. She wanted to punch Max in the face, right then and there, but she thought better of it. He wasn't worth it anyways. She headed toward the door, casting people aside as she went.

Jamie danced through the crowd to her and followed her down the steps to the sidewalk outside the club.

"Hi, my name is Jamie," he said.

"Yeah...and I don't care.." said Kerri.

"I'm real sorry about what happened back there. They were mean to be laughing at such a pretty girl as yourself. You really are beauti-"

"You know what, Jamie? I've had enough people trying to befriend me so they could reap all the benefits and then throw it back in my face, months later, for one night. So just save it."

"But.." Jamie's words just trailed off. She was already half the way to the other side of the street. In the dark, he could just make out that she was around 5' 4'', with wide hips and a growing belly. As she walked her DD-cup bra bounced and butt was definitely surplus.

Jamie shook it off, and thought maybe I just tried too hard, too quick; I'll talk to her again.

With that, Jamie headed home to his dorm in H-4 , the floor below Kerri, to study for his upcoming chemistry test...and come up with a better plan to hook up with Kerri.

Observer
12-11-2006, 02:18 PM
CHAPTER THREE - Beginning a Friendship

Kerri relived the prior night’s nightmare and stayed in her room most of Sunday. She felt humiliated, hurt and above all betrayed. But by supper time her appetite was overshadowing her depression and she went down to the commons buffet. There she met up with a dorm mate Jan as she passed through the buffet line, her tray laden with a large Mexican meal of burritos, tacos rice and beans.

Jan was an upperclassman, an overseer on Kerri’s floor She knew Kerri – or thought she did. But this evening Kerri wasn’t her usually bubbly self. And Jan decided to explore why. She invited herself to Kerri’s table and Kerri didn’t refuse.

“Might as well,” she grumped, “not likely anyone else will want to,”

Jan probed and Kerri shared the disaster of the night before, adding “then this loon Jamie even tried to puck me up - probably thought that being upset I was an easy mark. But I blew him off but good!”

“Jamie Schaeffer?”

“I don’t know his last name – he just said Max was out of line and tried to tell me I was beautiful.”

“He probably thought comforting you was preferable to punching Max out – which is what he likely felt like doing. And Jamie would have won that match up easily.”

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“I’m told Jamie has a karate black belt – and he doesn’t like girls being bullied about their weight.”

“You know him?”

“Casually – I have a regular dating partner and I’m not really his type. But he has a reputation for being both smart and honest. He’s not a jock or player. Just nursing some personal grief. If he stepped in it’s a good thing probably for him.”

“What do you mean?”

“He had a girlfriend, but she was killed last year while visiting her parents. Drunk driver head-on in the wrong lane. He hasn’t dated much if at all since. I’m surprised he was even at he party.”

Kerri’s mind was suddenly off her own anger and on to Jamie’s grief. “poor guy – and I skewered him with rejection – but why would he decide to defend me?”

“Because you were being shamed over your weight and he likes bigger women – actually you’re nowhere near what I would consider his type yourself.”

“According to Max and his audience I’m a fat cow. And the problem Jan is, I know I’m not that fat – at least not yet. But I don’t want to be thin, just accepted for who I am, even if I get really fat some day. Is that wrong?”

“Not wrong at all. But if you keep getting bigger there are those who will make it hard on you – and also guys like Jamie who will think a few extra curves and rolls are great.”

“Yes, I know. I have a sister whose husband is that way, but guys like him are rare. You’re saying Jamie is safe?

“Very safe, even religious I’ve heard. He doesn’t care for cursing or vulgar talk, gets involved in all sorts of help projects. Now, I don’t know about you, but I feel like dessert.”

Her spirits buoyed, Kerri decided to join Jan in having some pie – in her case peach a la mode.

The next few days Kerri kept her eye out for Jamie, but in a campus the size of Northwestern it was easy to not see someone you didn't’ share classes with. Finally on Wednesday she spied him going into the cafeteria, She nervously wondered “How do I go about apologizing . . .” as she got her tray.

She loaded it up with a Waldorf salad, meat loaf, mashed potatoes, peas and cauliflowers. Her appetite by now had fully recovered. But after passing through the checkout stand she didn’t see him. What she didn’t know was hat he had spotted her and was discreetly concealing himself to see where she would sit.

Disconsolate over his disappearance, she picked a vacant table and unloaded her tray.

“Pardon me, but I’d like you to let me share a few minutes if I may,” a voice said. She turned and it was Jamie.

“May I sit down – and if you find me a bore you can ask me to go away. Fair enough?” he said gently.

“Don’t you have a tray yourself.” she said.

“I’ll gladly go get one if I have your permission to come back,” he replied.

“I think it would look better,” she said.

He smiled and went through the line himself, having two salads. baked potato, New York Steak, green beans and carrots.

While he was doing this Kerri’s mind raced. She wanted to apologize but he wanted to talk- maybe it would be best to let him. Beside, she was hungry.

Jamie returned and cleared his tray, taking both hers and his to the collection console before seating himself. She noted his gentlemanly courtesy.while realizing he’d painted them both into a corner – each had several plates and now no means of transporting them.

“I want to apologize for coming on so strong the other night," he began. “You don’t know me from Adam and I came on like Sir Galahad rescuing the maiden in distress. I was just angry and I admit it; my ire at Max and his crowd shouldn’t have dumped over on to you.”

“So you don’t think girls with an appetite are all fat cows to be set up and ridiculed?”

Jamie was jolted by her frankness but recovered quickly, “No girls of any size deserve ridicule, period. That includes anorexics and even pompous cheerleaders. We’re all human beings with both assets and flaws. But no, I don’t think eating decently makes a girl a fat cow.”

“You tried to say I was beautiful Saturday. As you can see, I eat to keep my grade-earning ability up. If I’m not fat yet, I could be – very soon. I don’t like eating to please Jenny Craig.”

“Yes, I said that," he acknowledged. “And you were one of the best dressed people there – maybe the very best - as beautiful as they come. If you dressed that way six sizes larger you could still be number one, if you saw yourself that way. Beauty is both external and internal, no matter what the ads say.”

Cautiously she drew him out, “so if I did exactly what you’ve described and became six sizes larger it wouldn’t bother you?”

He knew he had to be honest – either God was blessing this relationship or He wasn’t, but glossing over the truth wasn’t an option.

“Honestly, no. But I’m sure you realize some guys are just hardwired to prefer bigger women. I’m friends to all, but given the option I’m in the “bigger is better” camp. Check around and you’ll find I’ve been branded that way in some quarters, not without cause!.”

There. It was said, Now, what would she do?

“So when you called me beautiful you weren’t kidding? You really meant it even though I was one of the biggest girls there?”

“Absolutely. Just as some guys like bigger girls many girls are just naturally bigger, if they’ll allow themselves the freedom. You seem to me to be a free person. Now whether you allow me to translate that opinion into a chance to visit some establishments with menus superior to the Northwestern Commons is your choice. But I just want you to know I value you as a person and am not some sort of predatory jerk."

“I think I believe you,” she replied. “And I’m sorry for my accusations – I just was feeling betrayed and would at that point likely have transferred my anger onto anyone. If you feel like taking me to a dinner sometime you can. Fair enough?”

“Would it be improper to invite you to the Black Angus this Saturday – it would be a great setting for that dress?” he said.

“Sounds fine – er, by the way, are you thinking of dessert today?”

Jamie grinned, “let it be my treat – pie or lemon cake?”

“Lemon cake a la mode?” She smiled. “I feel hungry and happy, especially with a guy who likes my appetite..”

“My pleasure,” he replied, as he trotted off saying a silent prayer of thanks.

Click here (http://www.dimensionsmagazine.com/forums/showthread.php?p=308000) for the next chapterr.

luv_lovehandles
12-11-2006, 10:40 PM
very good cant wate for more:)