Two of my best friends met and began dating in college when she was a 5-1, 125-pound freshman, but about to turn the Freshman 10 into the Freshman 35. By a year and a half later, she had to be a good 170-180 and they had moved in together. Four years after that, she surely had dipped after some Nutrisystem time, but then gained it all back to crest 200 as they were about to be engaged. That's about where she was when they got married the following year (just making legal what they and us had long considered official). Three years and a kid later, she was probably 210 as they celebrated a decade together. After the second kid, though, she ballooned to the 250-280 area. That's where she's been for the last 10 years.
For years, hubby tried to deny being an FA (his earlier sexual partners were in the heavyweight class). Now, he's too old and too tired to engage in such silliness.
Side note: The wife's high school-college freshman year best friend, also 5-1, had been a compact, powerfully-built gymnast before college. She packed on the pounds even faster that freshman year and quite evenly, so what had been curves from shapely muscle became even grander curves from muscle and fat as she pushed past 175 pounds. I swung by her dorm room looking for my pal and caught sight of her in a giant t-shirt that went to mid-thigh and bikini underwear I could see through the thin shirt. The shirt needed to be giant as it was pushed in all directions by her enlarged breasts, hips, tummy, butt and thighs. To this day, I've rarely been more instantly, animalistically turned on by someone.
