I remember seeing her in class last semester. She had caught my eye
even then. She had been a perky, happy girl that sat in front of me in
Music Appreciation. She had shiny jet black hair that was straight and
thick, and she had this habit of sweeping it off of her shoulder and
brushing ever so gently against her ear. She was almost petite, about
5'3 and maybe 100 pounds. I thought she was really gorgeous, and I
being an unattached male, had my eye on her. The only thing that
bothered me was that she was too skinny for my tastes. I liked women
that were kinda thick, kinda soft in the middle. She was almost
model-perfect, with beautiful white teeth and a deep dark tan.
What I had been really attracted to was her laugh. It was the kind of
laugh that only people who truly enjoyed life could make. It was her
laugh, and the natural grace that seemed to surround her. She was so
beautiful that I never once thought of actually asking her out. After
all, someone like her must have a date every night of the week. So I
chickened out, and I hadn't seen her since.
That's why I was so surprised to see her in my class. I knew it was her
the moment I walked in-- my hands started to shake, my heart raced.
Only something was different about her. She seemed to have put on a
few pounds, and her jeans showed the swelling of her hips. Her face
was a little fuller and a little softer, and I quickly took a seat
behind her just slightly to the right.
I was very excited, because she looked so much better with the extra
pounds. I say she might have gained 20, and she had a cute little
tummy. Wow, she must have been partying hard over the summer. It was a
change for the better, I thought.
As the year wore on, I noticed that she was filling out more. I
noticed her rear end was started to get pretty tight in her jeans, and
before long, she bought some baggier stuff. That was a disappointment,
but I realized that she was starting to get fat. I couldn't help but
stare at her in class, because she was so beautiful. I won't lie-- I
was so turned on by her plumping up. I think she noticed me staring at
her, and one day she waited for me after class.
"Hi, how are ya doin'?" she asked me, and smiled at me. I could see
her plumpness in her face, and she was wearing her old shorts that she
was starting to get a little too big for. The seams stretched at the
sides, and her belly was beginning to become a slight bulge. Her
thighs were bigger too, she had always had big legs. I struggled for
something to say,
"Hey, Ok." I was trying to keep my voice from wavering.
"I was wondering if you knew what chapters we were supposed to read."
She smiled, her eyes bright and full of mischief.
"Uh, 5, 6, and 7 I think."
"Are you busy right now?" I felt my stomach doing flip-flops.
"No," I said, maybe a little to hurriedly. She smiled, and I smiled
back.
"It's just that I missed class last time and I was wondering if you
would walk with me over to the library so I can copy your notes." She
cocked her head to one side, sweeping her hair off of her shoulder.
"Sure, absolutely." I was trying not to explode,
We walked together and I noticed how tight her shorts were fitting
her. It was as if they had been painted on: she was at least fifteen
pounds too fat to wear them, the rear seam going up her plump behind
and separating each cheek. I loved to watch her walk in them.
Her named was Jenny. We talked about class, issues that we had been
discussing in class. She was very articulate in her views, and I
immediately liked that about her. I sensed that she wasn't just making
small talk, but more like feeling me out.
We got to the copier, and I handed her my notes. Jenny took them from
me, but they slipped out of her hand and fell to the floor. She bent
over to pick them up hurriedly and I heard an unmistakable rip. Sure
enough, her shorts had ripped and she rose back up as if she had been
shot. Her face was a look of embarrassment. There was a long rip which
perfectly followed the bottom curve of her right butt cheek, and a
little crescent of black panties showed from underneath. Her hand rose
to her red soft lips in dismay as she looked down on the floor to find
the button of her shorts. Quickly she bent over, squatting down to
pick up the button, not realizing that she had made the rip in her
jeans a lot bigger-- there was a whole lot of plump ass hanging out
now, both panties and skin. I was getting very aroused.
Quickly I looked around to see that nobody was watching. I stepped
right behind her, covering the almost hand-sized rip in her tight
shorts. OK, walk to the door. I'm right behind you. I was trying not
to touch her as we walked out, her directly in front of me. I was
getting very hard, watching her slightly chunky ass jiggling, her
too-tight panties stretching hard against her newfound plumpness. She
walked quickly, and I kept pace until she came to an abrupt halt.
"Your notes!" she exclaimed, while I ran straight into her chubby ass.
I was so embarrassed, because I was really hard, and I knew that she
had to have felt it. Nonetheless, I wasn't sorry about it,
"I'll come back and get them. We need to get you into your car so you
can change." We walked all the way out to the parking lot and to her
car without a hitch.
"Hey, we make a great team." I said to her once she got into her car.
Her little belly hung over the top of her shorts, and she quickly
fixed her shirt to cover up her tiny belly roll.
"I hate to do this, because you've been so nice." She frowned
prettily, and the dimples of her cheeks I liked.
"OK, OK, what now?"
"I live upstairs, and I have to go up these stairs, and everyone will
see me..." she kinda trailed off, rolling her eyes. "Would you please
help more?" When she looked at me like that with her dark brown I eyes
I couldn't say no.
We drove over to her apartment, and I took note of how big her legs
had gotten. I must have guessed wrong; now that I was as close as I
was (and having slamming into her soft ass) I thought that she must
have put on 35 pounds since the first time I saw her.
We walked up the stairs, and I got a good eye-level view of her chunky
butt. She had this cute little wiggle in her step that caused her ass
to shake in a most provocative manner. T
Once we were inside, she scurried back to her bedroom.
"Have a seat," she yelled at me as she changed. I took a seat, looking
at the various pictures that were on her mantelpiece. A few pictures
of her when she was thinner, a picture with a guy when she was skinny,
another picture of her when she was a kid. I was surprised-- she was
really chubby, just short of being a fat girl. Nothing wrong with
that, I thought to myself.
She came back in, catching me with the picture in my hand. She was
wearing boxer shorts and an almost too small t-shirts. The shorts were
baggy, but they defined the curve of her hips quite nicely.
"Just looking at some pictures," I said to her. Jenny bounced over
quickly like a little girl.
"Oh, I like that picture," she said, and I noticed that her smile in
the picture and the one she wore now were the same. I put the picture
down.
"Sit down, I want to tell you something," she said to me, patting next
to her on the sofa she had thrown herself on. I sat next to her.
"I want to thank you for what you did. That was really nice of you.
Most guys probably would have laughed at me, but you helped me. That's
just so embarrassing. I mean, I know I've put on a little weight
recently but I didn't realize that I was starting to get fat."
"I think you look beautiful just the way you are. In fact, I am
attracted to bigger girls of all sizes," I said, laying it on the
line. Her face changed, and for a minute I didn't know what she was
going to do. Suddenly, like clouds breaking and the sun coming
through, she smiled.
"Wow, I can't believe that. That is so amazing. That's really sweet of
you."
"No, no, I mean it. I really like chubby women. I mean I REALLY like
chubby women." She nodded, raising an eyebrow and smiling.
"I know. I knew that when you ran into to me," she said breathily. She
laughed and continued.
"You know what's the pits? I just got dumped by my boyfriend because
he says I'm too fat. I know I've been pigging out lately, and I can't
fit into a lot of my clothes, but I don't think I'm fat, do you?"
"Fat? No. At least, not yet," I said, winking at her. I could feel
myself getting very horny.
"I've always wanted to get fat. I used to be fat as a kid, but I lost
all the weight and its been an everyday struggle since. Lately, I've
just allowed myself to feed my cravings, to snack at will. I have to
admit, I like my rounder shape-- especially the boobs!" She shook them
in front of me and I realized she had on no bra. Her breasts were
considerably larger, and they bounced and jiggled tantalizingly in
front of me. She laughed, knowing that this was torture for me.
"I've noticed that you were getting bigger. Especially at the start of
the semester. I have to say that it really turned me on. I love it
when beautiful women get fat." I could feel my face burning as I told
these things to her, things I had never told another.
"I guess I'm well on my way! I like how soft I'm getting. Especially
my belly! And I just love to make it full. Would you like to help
plump me up?" I thought I was going to lose my mind.
"Of course!"
We made it to the bedroom, shedding articles of clothing all the way.
I grabbed a full half-gallon of ice cream and brought to bed. Her
belly was soft and plump, but not quite big enough to get a good
jiggle out of it. I pinched her to see how fat she was, and I could
grab just over an inch. She was definitely prime material for
fattening up, and it excited me very much.
First I spread a little on her belly, and she laughed with the
coldness of it and the action of my tongue and the gentle scraping of
my teeth against her soft plumpness. It felt really good, and I
couldn't believe that I was actually here, with Jenny, living out my
fantasy of plumping her up.
She was willing, eating the entire half-gallon of ice cream before I
thought possible. She laugh at my astonishment.
"How do you think I got this chubby, boy," she said as I licked some
of the ice cream off of her just-forming double chin. I rubbed her
belly and it felt tight, yet she wanted more.
"Feed me," she moaned, and I ran to the kitchen to get her some more.
end-- part 1