As a fat admirer, and an advertising executive, I hated
doing any diet products. Sometimes I could get out of it,
but this time I was stuck. I had a meeting with the
president of Quick diet, a size 18 model, and several
people from the Johnny Hall Show, including Johnny
himself. It seems that they wanted a live weekly update
with the model's progress on her diet. I was a little
apprehensive, knowing that most diets failed.
I was at the meeting. The model, assured me that she
could lose weight until she got down to a size 8. She
said she had done it many times before. Johnny and his
writers and producer were easy to deal with. However John
Anderson, the president was a real jerk. He kept making
fat jokes, and kept poking Joan, the model in her arm.
When Joan asked for a supply of Quick Diet, the Jack, in a
round about way told her that the product didn't really
work, and she should go on her own diet.
I was single, and looking, but two things kept me from
outwardly showing any interest in Joan. It was a business
situation, and soon she would be another skinny person.
If her personality had stayed the same, I wouldn't mind
dating her, but I was sure her personality would change
along with her weight.
Things were going well over the months. She was losing
weight on schedule, sales were soaring, and Joan fit in
well in the show. I wasn't surprised that John Anderson
was the only problem. Joan hadn't been paid yet, the show
hadn't been paid, and neither was my advertising agency.
We were being told that after the ad campaign was over
we'd be paid. The morning after the last show, we called
John. He told us that he wasn't happy with the campaign.
We had another meeting, but this time it was minus Mr.
Anderson. Joan had become a well-liked fixture on the
show. We had discussed where it went from there. It was
brought up that Joan could start endorsing another
product. "Wait a minute," She said. "I can't get any
smaller than this. If I could stay this size it would be
a miracle. It's uphill from here." Johnny said, "It's
too bad the public doesn't see her gain after using Quick
Diet." One of his writers said, "You know. . ." After a
long discussion, it was decided that Joan would be part of
the show. And to get back at John Anderson, she would
regain the weight. As the meeting closed, I said Goodbye,
since I would be the only one not involved in the new
plan.
Now that I was not involved, and that Joan had remained
the same person, I had asked her out. She blurted out,
"All of you men are the same. You wouldn't ask me out
when I was a size 18, but now that I'm a size 8, you'll
ask me out. Can't you like a person despite their size?"
I then told her that I DID ask her out despite her size.
I don't understand, she said. Well, I like the fuller
figure, I said. And I had to wait until now, because I
can't date business associates. She then apologized, and
then suggested that we talk things over a cup of coffee on
the way home.
I happened to have some information on a group for large
people, and some pictures of women I had dated. She had
agreed to go to dinner the next day. But she warned me, I
need to gain a little weight for the show, but don't
expect me to get as big as the women in the pictures. I
had told her I wouldn't force anyone to gain weight.
We met for dinner, and enjoyed it. At the end, I asked
for the check, and she asked about dessert. Come on she
said. I did some reading of my own, and you guys are
supposed to encourage us to eat. You know I have to gain
some weight for Johnny's show. Aren't you going to help
me out? She then ordered the largest ice cream on the
menu.
We were supposed to go to a movie, but she asked if we
could go shopping instead. She said, don't look
disappointed, you won't be sorry. She then stopped at the
Acme. She loaded her cart with every kind of junk food
available. I guess you're so excited, you can hardly
walk, she said. I didn't comment.
She invited me in. She put away the ice cream, and other
frozen treats. We then spent the evening talking, as she
ate well into the night. I left quite late, and we made
another date in two days. She had invited me to dinner.
I came with flowers. She said I want candy. I just don't
want to get bigger than a size 18. There isn't much work
for large-size models over that size. There isn't much
of a demand for less than 18 either. But, I want to be
fed until then.
We went to the dining room, where it looked like a holiday
dinner for a family gathering. She spent about an hour
eating at the table, and then moved to the living room,
and ate junk food. Since it was Friday, I stayed until 4
a.m. That evening proved two things. We really enjoyed
talking, and she could eat for hours without stopping.
She was on Johnny's show that Monday. She wore the same
dress she wore the time before. It seemed like the usual
Diet Quick commercials. The camera took a close up of her
on the scale, but it showed gaps between her buttons.
Joan played along, but commented that she guess she's
starting to gain some weight back. She had gained 15
pounds in two weeks.
Time went on, and we were seeing each other frequently. I
finally agreed to help her gain, even though I had never
done it before. She liked the candy, and stops for
desserts. One weekend we went to the mountains, and
stopped at 12 ice cream stands. It started as a joke, but
she stopped and ate a sundae each time.
She appeared every week or two on TV. She had gained all
of weight back after several months. She had a large
following of viewers who had also gained weight back after
a diet. I asked her what she planned to do, now that she
was at that magic size 18. She told me she wasn't sure.
She had another staff meeting to decide what to do.
The staffers weren't sure either. They definitely wanted
to keep her on the show, since she had become popular.
They had gotten even with Mr. Anderson, so no more
weigh-ins. The diet industry didn't' want anything to do
with her, so she couldn't advertise any new products. It
was then decided that she would do segments on items of
interest to fat people.
The next time we met, I brought her flowers again. She
had decided not to gain more weight, but she was having a
hard time. Since she had a job at any weight she didn't
need to diet for that. And she found out I had gotten
quite serious with a 450 pound woman, so she knew she
didn't have to diet for me. So she decided to watch her
weight, but not totally diet.
We went out for dinner, and she had a regular meal, but no
dessert. She then said she wanted to get something at the
Acme. She had looked at some snack food and put it back.
She then gave into temptation, and filled her cart with
snacks. She said that she denied herself for so long, she
just didn't care anymore.
We went back to her place. She spent the evening eating,
as I spent the evening admiring her size 18 body, and
fantasizing. We talked for a while, and as she stood up,
I noticed that her pants were unzipped. "Do you want to
go clothes shopping with me tomorrow?"
After a very large dinner, we stopped at a number of
places. She bought quite a variety of clothes, mostly in
size 20. She had bought some really pretty clothes, but
she wore them to the TV show. When I came to her place, I
was always surprised. Sometimes she would be wearing a
bra and pants. She pretended that I caught her by
surprise. An other times, she would wear a tent dress
that made her look fatter. She had also bought some
maternity clothes. She said that she was gaining so fast,
that maternity clothes would allow her to grow without
outgrowing her clothes. I knew she had made up some
stories just to turn me on. I was quite surprised,
considering that she had never dated any FA's, and that
she had never been very big. But I guess she did her
homework and found out what FA's like.
She was almost a celebrity on TV. I decided that I could
get sponsors for her segment. Our biggest client was a
panty hose company. I helped her with ideas for her
segment, which helped get the message out about fat
discrimination.
She continued flaunting her eating, and her growing body
at me. I enjoyed her bra and panty routine, especially
when she had on a new and bigger bra, or when the stretch
marks on her midriff had grown. She couldn't wear
maternity clothes anymore, since her arms and legs were
too fleshy to fit in. And her tent dresses were less of a
novelty and more of a necessity as she continued her rapid
weight gain.
She was starting to think about her gain. She had asked
me if I really enjoyed the 450 pound woman, or if I
thought she was too big. What if I get bigger than that?
I told her to wait until the next time she was at my
place, and I would answer.
When she came over, I opened a photo album she had never
seen before. I opened it to a page with a another former
girlfriend. She was seated with her legs far apart, and
her stomach reached from her chest to almost on the floor.
She had just reached 600 pounds. Now, does that answer
your question. You'll never get too big.
She had eaten everything in my apartment, and then asked
if I was ready to go to dinner. She was nearing the 250
pound point. She was pretty small compared to many of the
women I dated, but with her voracious appetite, she was
constantly growing.
She had also become quite assertive as a large person. On
the air, when she outgrew the chair with arms, she
demanded an armless chair.
I thought that her eating would slow down. I figured that
her depravation of food while dieting let her go wild for
a while. However, there was no letting up. She
constantly ate while I was around her. She loved when I
put the food in her mouth. But when I wasn't with her,
she planned her eating. she would stock up, take the phone
off of the hook, lock her house up, and eat.
Her body reflected her constant eating. She still wore
nice clothes on TV, but her everyday clothes were
carefully chosen to allow plenty of room to accommodate
her growing body. She still answered the door in her bra
and pants. It had become more enjoyable. Even though her
bras were getting bigger, with wider backs and straps, her
breasts were getting more pendulous. She was wearing only
stretch pants now.
As she hit 300, she was worried about gaining so fast.
She tried to diet, then she tried to cut back on what she
ate. She may have slowed her gain somewhat, but she was
still gaining nonetheless. She hit the usual snags on her
way to 350. She found less items in the stores, and had
to order more in the catalogs. She had to eliminate some
of her favorite restaurants when she could no longer get
her growing stomach between the seat and fixed table.
She was still popular on the TV show. Her nice clothes
despite being fancy were no longer form fitting. She had
outgrown the largest size pantyhose. It took some
wheeling-dealing to get them to make it up to size 8X.
I thought that perhaps soon she would reach her set point,
since many women hit 350 and stay there. But, if
anything, she was gaining faster. Although she was the
answer woman on TV, she was the question woman in person.
She had outgrown the catalog clothes. I had arranged for
her to meet a former 500 pound girlfriend. Joan knew that
her weight was out of control, and was making plans for
when she would forever exceed the 300's.
She even gave Joan some pants and dresses. "They should
fit you up to about 450," she said. Joan thanked her,
but said they were too big right now. She then said, when
you get our size, it feels good to have some extra room.
She then recommended some seamstresses, some doctors, and
gave her some other tips.
After she left, Joan and I talked for a while. Then Joan
asked me if I wanted to see her in the big clothes. I
hope to get my weight under control before I need these,
so don't like them too much, she kidded. She came down
several times with different clothes. They were really
cute on her, but I tried not to get too hopeful. After
the last dress, she left it on. I asked if she was going
to change. You friend was right, it DOES feel good to
have something loose on.
Joan was wearing the clothes all of the time now. It was
really erotic to see her wear such big clothes, even
though she was about 80 pounds shy of filling them out.
Winter was on its way, and the short nights and holidays,
that allowed plenty of time at home, and plenty of baking.
As the months wore on, the empty space in her large
dresses was being dissipated by her growing body. By the
time spring had come, she had filled out the dresses. She
even had a hard time squeezing her voluminous tummy into
the stretch pants.
She hadn't weighed herself in a long time, but she was
curious. We got two bathroom scales, and by adding the
figures, she had ballooned up to 490. She talked to the
show's staff. When she would hit 500, she would announce
the dangers of dieting. Of course, her metabolism was
messed up, but she failed to mention the full shopping
carts of junk food.
It was billed as a surprise announcement. However, the
surprise was on her. I asked her to marry me on the show,
after she announced her weight. We proved that a woman at
any size could be attractive.
We had made plans for a big wedding in six months. She
had the seamstress make a wedding dress with about 6
inches to spare. It was a good thing--I walked down the
aisle with my 550 pound bride.
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