Colleen's Chronicles 1-3 - by Robbie G. (~BBW, Imagery, Eating, ~SWG )

[Robbie G.]

~BBW, Imagery, Eating, ~SWG - one man's view of a captivating woman

Colleen's Chronicles
by Robbie G.

I'd been talking to Colleen over the phone a few times lately. I know I shouldn't be calling so much but it's hard to resist. It's a fat thing. You see I'm a FA and Colleen is the sexiest fat chick I've ever met. She does things that turn my crank that no other woman in the world could do. It seems to get better and better as time goes by as well.

Telling a woman things from the heart can be very revealing. I told Colleen of my thoughts on fat. Showed her things I'd never let any other fat girls see. It didn't seem to bother her and she seemed steady and curious when I told her I liked fat girls only; that I accepted and enjoyed it when a girlfriend gained weight; that I found 400 and 500 lb. women attractive; that it was a special bonus when a girlfriend would eat her fill of favourite foods.

After telling her this I expected her to lash back at me calling me a weirdo or something but she didn't. I was certainly surprised and in the back of my mind I wondered if she might be that special girl I knew was out there somewhere.

That was four or five years ago. When I first met her she weighed around 289lbs. The fact that she was attractive, undeniably chunky all over and was just eleven pounds shy of the 300lb. mark had me hooked.

We started dating. Since then Colleen slowly but surely gained weight. Pound after pound she put on eventually reaching the 300lb. mark. I was estatic! Her clothes got tighter and wearing stretch pants more now than ever, I got to see her expanding belly fill them to the max. I secretly desired for her to gain some more weight, but at 300lbs.Colleen was already a big girl.

She knew I liked all her fat. I didn't dare ask for more. I just kept silent. Taking her out for something to eat was always a treat. Hearing her order a double burger from Wendy's or asking for extra bacon or cheese on her pita or watching her eat the huge hot hamburger at The Grill, I would smile with pleasure. Her appetite made me proud of her and it was obvious that Colleen couldn't help but to gain weight eating as much as she was.

Sure enough the pounds piled on. In almost no time Colleen was tipping the scales at around 315lbs. I was speechless. She got fitted for a dress for a friends wedding and told me her measurements. 56-49-63.Holy wow! Only in my dreams was this girl. Colleen was fatter than ever, sexier than ever, and I hoped she felt as good about herself.

I knew Colleen was lazy. I actually loved it. Fat and lazy. Combined with her considerable appetite I was certain if Colleen and I dated for long, chances were she'd gain alot of weight. Her belly had become so big that bending over to pick something up or to put on shoes and tie laces took some effort. When I saw this I'd put on her shoes and tie her laces just so she wouldn't have to.

I know she appreciates having someone do this. For me,the pleasure is all mine. I'd wait on her hand and foot no problem. Another curious tidbit for me were the sizes she wore. Seeing 3X on a top for the first time was cool. Telling me her pants were a size 28 and how snug they look around the thighs and belly,I smile thinking of that new number,a 30!

Hearing her say,"I don't think that fits any more" sounding somehow mischieviously guilty makes me melt.

Approaching a size where finding clothes the right size can be a challege. Saw a 4X on her today and almost blew it right then and there. Yummy!

[Robbie G.]

Colleen's Chronicles #2

I got to see you the other day. As always it was good to see you and I was lucky enough that you were wearing my favourite panyt too! You have no idea how hot you look in those pants. Sitting in my truck,the sight of those thighs and that belly drive me wild.

Seeing the bulges and ripples on your thighs through the skin tight fabric is great. I wish I knew how big around they are. Then there's that belly. The way that incredible lower belly roll fills those pants out is to die for. Bulging outwards and resting on top of your thighs is a major bonus. The way it rolls over at your sides simply due to it's size-it's hard to keep my hands from scoping some up.

Lifting your top up a bit and showing me a gorgeous view from the side of your belly and that upper belly roll with all it's sexy stretchmarks was fantastic.

For a FA, buying a Wendy's double cheese burger combo for your number one girl and watching her eat it delivers a really big bang. Wrapping your pudgy fingers around that burger and biting into it is erotic for me. Watching you finish it off, I can't help but to wonder at the speed in which it disappeared into your belly that maybe one wasn't enough and that you could probably eat two. I've read where the more you eat, the more you want, the more you can hold. Over time it takes more to feel full than before. Is that true?

Dropping you off, I got to see your belly apron as you stood beside my truck. The way it hangs in front of you, stretching those pants without restriction is awesome. I thought it looked a little bigger and was curious if maybe you'd put on a pound or two. You looked so fat and sexy, but I couldn't muster up the courage to ask.

Later that night we talked on the phone and I said something about not being interested in "smaller" fat girls and that I was leaning towards bigger girls. Hearing this, you asked me what smaller meant. I didn't answer you. I was afraid of your reaction if I did.

Quite honestly, it's nice to see a mere chubby cross over to be officially fat. I suppose that might be anywhere from around 190lbs. and up to 230 or 240lbs. Reaching 250lbs.,things begin to change. Plus sized clothes are now worn and so on.

I once found girls that weighed around 250lbs.the most attractive. The thing being that they were on the borderline of either dieting back down to under 200lbs.,or giving into their growing appetites and laziness and eventually climbing up the scale towards the 300lb.mark. The changes that take place here are more attractive. The way the body accumulates this fatness is special to me.

Stretch marks appear. I love 'em. The belly folds over and begins to hang. A double chin is undeniable. Thighs thicken and the dimples of cellulite can spread throughout. The two piece swim suit is hung up and clothes that fit right are harder to find. Stretch pants are now required. While all that I've written is great, I can't deny my attraction to the woman who is over 300lbs. You are such a woman. Nothing can compare to all the rolls and bulges that adorn your body. Were you asking me if you were too small? of course not. Too big? Never. Big enough? If you feel so, I'm happy with that for sure.

[Robbie G.]

Colleen's Chronicles #3

Well my dear, you've done it once again...again. Never have I ever been so proud, so pleased, so grateful, so overwhelmed. You never cease to amaze me and the past few days have surely been extra special. As a fat admirer, you've done what some men can only dream of. Bringing yourself to a level I respect and admire more than you know.

Buying treats for you is such a privledge. I mean it. You have no idea what a turn on it was this week being able to give you those boxes of Tim bits, favourite danishes, and a lunch to go as well. Telling me you ate them, how good they were,and accepting them three days in a row is wild and creates an image you've played for me many times. My big girl eating fattening treats.

Overheard in passing:

"Don't you know that stuff will make you fat?"

"My boyfriend gave them to me, mmm, they're soooo good"

I've seen big girls eating in their cars, stuffing their mouths without no one watching them enjoying their food. I hope you enjoy eating your treats as much as I enjoy giving them to you. Although I have to restrain myself as I find myself wanting to buy you three instead of two and so on. I'd buy you a treat everyday if you'd let me. But we both know that could be very fattening. I've got to admit though, there's nothing more erotic than watching a big girl enjoying a sinfully fattening treat.

The old saying, "I'll start my diet tomorrow." Hopefully tomorrow never comes.

Then I got to buy you some wings a couple of weeks ago. I brought them to your house. Careful that dad wasn't home so he didn't see his daughter snacking and catching the guy who was making her so plump. I loved that. But when I got those wings this week, hearing you ask for them over the phone was irresistable.

"Come on over babe, I'll get 'em for ya."

Again I was tempted to buy you 20 instead of 12. As luck would have it, she cooked up 16 anyway so it worked out. Of course I bought an eight slice pizza as well. Always making sure you've got enough to eat as usual. Then you told me all the little tid bits you ate trying to satisfy your hunger before you came over. That's my girl - eat up now. Don't let it get cold.

Sitting on the futon, you were wearing these gray tie-up pants I'd never seen before. You were leaning back talking on the phone. You looked so good. The thing was your belly looked bigger. It didn't just look bigger, it was. And when you sat up to eat, how it rolled around your middle and spread onto your thighs - oh ya - you'd been working out alright. Eating and getting fatter. WOW! Asking you to have one more slice before your belly rub, I was thrilled when you grabbed a slice and gobbled it down. Eating most of the wings and half the pizza, that's my girl.

In the bedroom, you remove your clothes and pose a profile at the door. Immediately I could see you'd gotten heavier. Your upper and lower belly looked awesome...I mean AWESOME! Every pound you gain makes you look better and better. Literally a dream come true. Laying down for your rub, you point out a new stretch mark. I proudly stroke it. Not so sure that you liked it as much as I did. I gaze at it and all the others about your body. What a treat to grow another. Proof my girl is a growin'. Then we get into some steamy petting. Your fat belly getting in the way as I grope for your nest. Loosing my hand in all your soft fat was so erotic.

On Thursday morning you picked up your treat and the lunch I put together. Instead of a skirt and exposing your bulging thighs, you got out of the car and told me to read the tag on your new black pants. The other ones were getting a little snug. Well, let me tell ya, I knew right away what I was in for. I got hard instantly. Pulling back the elastic waistband I read 30/32. I almost creamed my jeans right then. I've dreamed of this ever since you said you'd love to put on a few pounds.YEE HAA!

Some consider a size 18 to be big. Then there are the 20's as you enter at the 200lb. mark. For me,as I've told you many times, the ultimate size is when your girl becomes a 30/32. I was and still am blown away that you have reached such a milestone. I can only hope you still feel comfotable at that size. You're a beautiful woman.