No one reading this is expected to believe it. But I swear it to be true. My name is Greg, and here is my story:
I awoke in a haze. I had a vague recollection of a car accident. I knew who I was, but I was very confused. I felt as if I was detached from reality. I could hear strange thoughts in my head. Thoughts that seemed as if they belonged to someone else, yet were very real to me. I remembered stopping at a shopping mall early in the day; but I know did not.
As the haze began to clear, my senses became more acute. I realized I was in a hospital. That made sense, I remember the accident more clearly now. But I seem so different. The bed seems very small. It is a hospital bed; I am in a semi raised up position. But I could feel both of my hands against my hips, and the sides of the bed as well. I thought: "this must be an awfully small bed". But then I began to move my hands across my body. My belly was huge. And then I sat up fully. I had breasts, huge breasts! I sat in disbelief. I continued to move my hands, exploring my body. Rolls of fat, my hips were nearly as wide as the bed. My hair covered my shoulders, and cascaded on to my breasts. Although I was very groggy, I attempted to rise from the bed. I moved my legs over the sides. Once on the floor, I was very unstable. Somewhat due to my medical state, but also my shear size. As I moved I swayed back and forth, I waddled, and I was off balance with each step. I turned around to view the room for a mirror. I remember my breasts swaying and then crashing into one another. When I found the mirror I looked in disbelief. I was female, I was huge - maybe 300 pounds; I had a pretty face with long golden hair. I was wide, very very wide. My hips curved outward in a beautiful arc. Although my size was extreme, my shape was rather pleasant.
I was stilled tied to the IV bottles, and I instantly became tired. I crawled back in bed and slept. Maybe an hour went by and I awoke again. This time I rang my call button. A doctor arrived at my door within minutes. She was 40, or so. Quite attractive, which made me feel strange. She said hello and how are feeling? My first response was to asked if she noticed anything different about me. She said - other than I entered the hospital as a male, and now I am a female, no!
Ok, that was a stun. And how did this happen? She then explained that this was not a real hospital, it is the Sandilands Medical Research Institute. The car accident that I was in was with one of the of the institute's employees. The accident happened about a block down the street. Since Karen and I were both near death, another of the employees suggested that the paramedics bring us here. Karen was brain dead, and I was bleeding internally so bad that I would have died if the institute had not performed a "memory transfer". This procedure was one of their research projects. Transferring human memories to computer, or implanting memories from a computer to your brain. She said the detail was complicated, but I am essentially Karen in every respect, except I have all the memories of Gregg. I am a first.
I was exhausted, and fell asleep before I could ask any more questions. Next morning I awoke. I was still Karen, this had not been a dream. I was hungry, very hungry. A nurse brought me breakfast, but it wasn't much. While I was eating, the doctor came in. She asked how I was adjusting. Adjusting? This is going to take more than a little adjusting. I asked how long would I have to stay at the institute. But as soon as I asked this I began to think: where could I go? Resume the life of Karen? I certainly can not go back to my life!
They unhooked me from all my tubes. I got up to walk around. What an experience. Everything felt different. I could not make myself walk the straight gait I remembered as a man. I waddled. I could feel my buttocks, my belly and my breasts all moving as I waddled across the room. I felt strangely different. Although I would never have looked at a woman this large, as a man, somehow this was exciting. I ran my hands all over my body, feeling every roll of fat. I caressed my breasts, they were huge. I walked down a hallway and found a room with a balance beam scale. I was 312 pounds. I guessed at about 5'-6"; and later found I was right. I stood and looked at myself in the mirror. I was really very pretty, and I had a lovely shape. Very wide hips that began high up. In fact I had a bruise on my right hip because I ran into a medical cart. I forgot how wide I was when I turned quickly to leave the scale room!
That night my doctor came again. she said the institute had an offer to make. First, she informed me that they were not too anxious to have the rest of the world know about this. Then she was quick to point out that no one would believe me if I told them this story anyway. The institute suggested that I resume Karen's life. Since she was single and no ex-husband, or kids, this should be possible. But Karen was a research biologist, She had even worked on the memory transfer project. I was a mechanical engineer. So the institute would put me on the payroll as a robotics designer. Good pay, interesting work, and what else could I do? I agreed.
Karen's clothing had been soiled pretty bad in the accident, so the doctor drove me home to Karen's apartment. I was wearing a hospital gown and a lab coat. Once in my new apartment, I quickly found the clothes closet. My god Karen wore a 48FF bra. I put it on, but it took several minutes to get all of me positioned into the cups and the get it to feel like it was on straight. Next I found panties, size 8XL! Then a pair of pants of a stretchy fabric. They were stretched pretty tight once I got them on, but they were comfortable. Then I noticed across one end of the closet, hanging from small nails, there were bras. They started at size 36D and continued upward. Each nail had three of size hanging from it. They went all the up to 56HH. I thought to myself, this girl was gigantic. But then I noticed that the last eight bras were new. There was a 50DD, 50FF, 52FF, 52GG, 54FF, 54GG, 56GG, and 56HH. All brand new! This was interesting. I looked around at the dresses hanging on hangers. They were also arranged by size. With larger, new dresses just waiting. This girl planned to get fat?
As I explored Karen's world, I also found a photo album. Pictures of Karen taken exactly one month apart. Each with a notation of date, weight, bra size, and bust, waste and hip measurements. In December of 1994 the first picture was labeled "after Christmas - 147 pounds, first D cup bra". In July 1995 the photo caption read first DD cup, 198 pounds. Then there was a hand written paragraph explaining that in order to celebrate she went on a weekend binge. She bought 12 dozen donuts, 12 pies from the pie shop, 12 pounds of pork sausage, 12 dozen eggs. She must have had a thing for 12. Two days later she weighed 215 pounds, so she decided to have another celebration for going over the 200 mark! The last photo was taken two weeks ago after passing the 300 mark, and of course a weekend eating binge followed. According to this photo and notes, I was 318 pounds, 48FF bra, 56 inches over the bra, 60 inch waste, and 66 inch hips. I must of lost some weight over the last few days since the accident.
In fact I was very hungry. Without a car to drive, I was hoping there was some food in the house. I was in luck, not only was the kitchen well stocked, but a list of home delivery deli's and restaurants hung on the wall by the phone. I called the pizza shop on the list and ordered a large deep dish "ultimate" pizza. When I gave my name, they asked if I wanted one or two pizza's. I guess my usual order was supposed to be two. So two it is. Then I called the pie shop. They asked if I wanted my usual weekend order. I said sure. As I waited for the food to arrive, I rummaged through the kitchen and ate candy bars, twinkies, ho-hos; and I thought why not pig out this weekend. Then next week I will diet. I reasoned that Karen was very pretty and with the right body, maybe I could enjoy life as a female.
The pies arrived first. I found out that my usual weekend order was a large German chocolate cake, a pecan pie, a large apple crisp, and a cherry cheese cake. They also through in two gallons of vanilla ice cream. The pizza came shortly after. I had never seen pizza this large, 24 inch in diameter, and two of them. Each one weighed about eight pounds, with cheese thicker than I had ever seen. At $25 each, they better be good.
I began to eat. A strange feeling came over me. This was the first time since I became Karen, that I could really relax. But it was as if I had an inner voice telling me to eat faster, eat more. As I sat munching on pizza, I had a memory of being in a shopping mall. It was the same memory from the day I awoke at the institute. As the night went on, I had memories of Karen's life flash through my mind. Before I knew it, it was midnight I had eaten all the pizza, the cake, and the pies. I was so full I could hardly move. Karen seemed happy. I felt strong sexual urges, but my feelings of course were for women, not men. I caressed myself, and began to satisfy myself. My shear size was exciting. I moved my hands over every inch of me. It felt so good. But soon I was up looking through the kitchen for more to eat.
I don't know if it is Karen's thoughts or mine, but I realized that I wanted to grow larger. For the next month I ate everything in site. At lunch time I would leave the institute and go to a local "all you can eat" buffet restaurant. I found the first day that this was Karen's lunch spot. She had a deal with the owner, they charged me for two meals, but fair is fair, I ate as much as three people! I continued Karen's photo diary. The highest weight gain Karen had achieved was one pound per day for about two months. I was averaging only 10 pounds per month. But in the next six months I managed to fill the 52HH bra. I was up to 370 pounds. It was getting harder to gain now; plus I was doing some mild exercise. I figured this was good for keeping some tone. Karen was actually very firm.
My butt was gigantic. It would not fit in the recliner chair at my apartment. I sat most nights on the couch, feet propped in front of me, and never without pies, ice cream and donuts. I was beginning to have some problems with my size. I did not fit well in many public places. Movie theater seats and restaurant booths were two small. Stores placed their clothing racks too close together. Even in the large size section. I bought a mini-van to replace my wrecked car; but now I notice that I am outgrowing the bucket seat. Strangely enough, my belly grew, but was not as large as some women get. My breasts on the other hand, wow! I spend several minutes each day just trying to pack them into my bra. At work, they are always in the way. I do alot of robotic programming. If I am not careful, my boobs are pushing buttons on the keyboard that I never intended. I had to learn to set my can of coke or my milk shake towards the back of the desk. Each time I had to reach for something, my boobs would sweep the front of the desk. It got embarrassing asking the maintenance department to clean milk shake out of my keyboard. My nipples are huge. Every so often during the day I will inadvertently rub them and become stimulated. Many times I go to the restroom, sit in the stall, and massage my breasts. If no comes in, I can take myself all the way to orgasm.
One of male doctors likes larger women. I can tell because he talks about how much weight I have gained to someone on the phone. I have never been able to tell who he talks with. But one of the female doctors also mentions my weight in complimentary tones. I have thought that maybe I should ask one of them out, but I don't think I could go to bed with a man. Frankly, the woman is not my type, but she is a bit overweight and I dream of laying next to her body. I am lonely by myself each night.
As winter approached, some of my activities slowed down. I continue to gain weight. I finally filled up the 56HH bra, and weighed 434 pounds. I could not walk straight through a door. I am now too wide. I developed a graceful move of slipping sideways through doors. I took two pencils and made a mark on the wall at each side of my hips. Measuring between the marks, I was 38 inches wide. Most doors are only 32 inches!
In this last month every pound has seemed to go to my breasts. I decided to try for 500 pounds. No matter what Karen might think about this, I decided this would be the stopping point. I attempted to double my eating, but most nights I had to quite with food left over. I gained sixty pounds, all in my boobs and belly. But at 494 I topped out. I went to the large women's lingerie store where Karen had bought here bras. My last four sizes were custom made by the store. Well out of the commercial size range. I have them make both bras and panties, and I like lots of lace. The bra cups are three layers of silky material, for strength, and covered with lace. The most comfortable bra has eight snaps in the back. This provides some back support. The last picture in my photo diary shows me at 494, measuring 88-92-108. I loved this size even though it has meant many changes in my life.
And, I am dating now. Michelle is 5'-6", and 241 pounds. She is wearing all my old clothes. Although she wears a 44DD bra, her breasts seem so small. We spend many evenings on the couch watching rental movies and eating everything we love. Our love making and eating binge weekends are so fun. Michelle has been teaching me many things about being a women that I did not know, like how to put on make-up correctly, and how to fix my hair. But the best part of all is watching Michelle as her clothes get tighter, and her bulges grow.