The Computer Expert

It would be a fun two day diversion from my regular job. My office which uses computers would be sent to a hotel meeting to meet with the people who design the programs. The meeting would be 500 miles away, halfway between my office and the computer department.

However, I didn't know how much fun it could be until I noticed that one of the computer people was a beautiful lady around 300 pounds. As everyone interacted, I couldn't keep my eyes off of her gorgeous body and pretty face. I tried not to stare, but I guess I had attracted her attention by looking at her. At break, she was ahead of me. She asked me if I wanted a glass, and handed it to me. We made small talk for a short time, and returned to the meetings. This time, she was also looking at me, and smiled several times.

By lunch time, we had both made an effort to be near each other. Our conversation started out business, and slowly turned to more personal matters. By the time we were done, I had asked her out to dinner. Since neither of us had cars, we ate at the hotel. Since we both had roommates, we couldn't meet in private. But we did manage to squeeze out a very good evening. I had learned that her name was Laura. We didn't discuss anything about weight, but I could tell she wasn't a lady to let anything interfere with her enjoyment of life.

We didn't make any promises to meet again. It was almost like a one day heaven break before returning to reality. We did keep touch frequently by phone for company business. She was very outgoing, and she always promised to treat to dinner me the next time we had a company meeting. However, with the new system in, there would be no more meetings.

I guess that we could have met again, but I didn't want to spoil a perfect relationship. She always gave me something to look forward to when I had to call. I think she was a "safety net." When everything was going bad, especially with a relationship, I could always call her up at home and be cheered up.

I had called her up at work on business, and she made her usual promise to treat me to dinner. Then Laura said, but this time I really mean it. I asked her if we were having another meeting. She asked me why I don't keep up on company business. "Do you see a building being built across the street?" She asked. Yes, I told her. Well that building is our new computer center. "And when it's done, I'll be there!"

The building was just being started, so she wouldn't be around for a while. I offered to help her get settled, and show her the town, and she was quite interested. I was very excited, because now I wouldn't only have her great personality, but now I would have her great body. We had hit it off so well, I think that we both knew the chances of a serious relationship was great.

Time went on, and we had continued talking on the phone. She kidded me by telling me that I should go over and help the contractor build the building to speed things up. I watched the building faithfully, knowing that completion would bring a happy change in my life.

When the building was almost done, Laura had called me to tell me that she would be flown in to find a place to live. I went to pick her up at the airport. However, when I went to pick her up, I had the surprise of my life. Laura was only around 180 pounds.

We started the conversation with the usual--her trip, etc. Then, she started talking about diets, and working out. She almost sounded like a foreigner repeating phrases from a book. "Is there a jogging track?", "Where is there a good salad bar?" I had commented that it didn't sound like the old Laura I knew, and that her comments sounded stiff. She then said,"Well isn't that what all you guys like to hear?" I then told her she looked Okay with her weight loss, but I didn't like to hear all of the talk about diets, and working out. "Well, my weight never really held me back, but I thought with a new change in my life, I'd make a change,too. I'm tired of keeping guys with my personality. I want to keep them with my looks, too."

I then decided that I should pick a restaurant on the other side of town, and use the long drive to explain a few things. First, I told her that she should diet and exercise for herself, if she wanted to be thin. I then told her that while I still thought she was pretty and fun to be with, that thereare men who prefer large women. I then told her that I was one of those men.

"So you want me to get fat again?," she asked. I told her that she was missing the point. Anything she did should be her choice. "Well,I really don't know what I should do." I told her that she didn't have to make a choice right away. She kept bringing it up. I told her that she had three choices--keep dieting, go on maintenance, or regain the weight.

We made it to the restaurant. She still was very confused, since she had spent her thirty some odd years thinking that thin was the only way a person could be attractive. I asked her if she lost weight for her job. She laughed, and said that her supervisor was concerned when she started to lose weight. She thought Laura was losing weight to find another job. Even though I told her I wasn't looking, I found a larger more comfortable chair at my desk the next day. I think I could have talked her into leaving a candy bar at my desk each day.

I also went into detail about diets and their poor success rate. I also told her about heredity and fatness. She interrupted me to tell me she loved to eat. It seems that I hit 300, and found out about the moving around the same time. I'm surprised I didn't weigh more with everything I ate. I knew that I could lose weight if I wanted to.

We finished our dinner, and she asked about hotels. I asked her if the company had picked one. She said they gave her a hundred dollars. She laughed and said she could sleep on the street, and pocket the hundred if she wanted to. I offered her my couch, and she agreed.

We went apartment hunting the next day. We had gone to about five places, but she wasn't crazy about any of them, so we came home for a rest. She looked at my apartment, and said that it was a nice place. I offered to walk with her to the rental office, and she agreed. We both decided it would be better if she picked an apartment away from mine, so we didn't see each other's coming and going.

We had the next day to ourselves, with the apartment hunting out of the way. I showed her my photo albums, and she was obsessed with my past girlfriends' weight. She had never heard of anyone going out of their way to date such large women. She asked how I came to date such large women. I told her tha tI enjoyed dating women from 150-200 pounds. One day, I thought I would trys omething outrageous--I would date someone who was around 300 pounds, and see if I liked it. "Well?", she said. Well, I must have liked it, because you can see I kept doing it.

We enjoyed the rest of the day together, and I took her to the airport the next morning. I knew that the next time I would see her--a month later, that she would be here permanently.

The time finally past. She drove in, and stayed at my place. The next morning the moving van would be here. When she got out of the car, I noticed that she was about 20 pounds heavier. I hadn't given it much thought, since I was more interested in seeing her, than wondering what she would do about her diet.

She came in, put her hands over her figure, and signaled that she was bigger.She couldn't wait to tell me that she had given up on her diet. "Well, I know you like 300 pound women, I'm healthy, and my employer doesn't care--so why should I diet?" Again, I reminded her that it was up to her--and that she didn't need to gain to keep me happy.

For someone who never knew that FAs existed, she sure learned quickly how to flaunt her growing body. "I packed all of my clothes by size," she said. "I'm up to my size 20, so I'll hang them up. When I outgrow one size, I'll unpack the next size. I was just starting to buy size 28 when I met you. I thought it was so big, and I was unhappy. But it seems that was my lucky size. I can't wait to be that size again, so that I can look like your old girlfriends." I was about to tell her for the hundredth time that it didn't matter, but I didn't bother.

The van came the next day, and I helped her direct the moving men. When they left, I helped her unpack. She pulled out a 46DD bra, and said, you'll have to wait to see me in this again. I'm only a 40D now. It felt good that she felt free enough to talk about her underwear, and needless to say I was looking forward to the time she would be a 46DD again.

Several days later, after she was pretty much settled, I brought her some flowers to liven up her apartment. She told me that she really liked the flowers, but she also liked candy. I told her that I didn't like to bring candy, because I would feel that I was trying to fatten up my dates. Yea, you told me a hundred times that you don't care if I'm fat or not--but I know that you can't wait until I grow out of this dress, and I like to eat. I think about one nice big box of candies will do it, it's starting to get tight.

I was at the store the next day at lunch, to get her some candy. My eyes passed over the one pound boxes, then the two pound boxes. I started thinking about the way she looked when we met, and I picked up the three pound box, and paid for it.

When we met that night I brought over the candy. She unwrapped it, and picked out her favorites. As we talked before dinner, she finished off a third of the box. I asked if it would spoil her dinner. She told me that when she's hungry nothing spoiled her dinner. She sure was right. Not only did she have a full dinner, complete with dessert, she finished off the rest of the box, as we talked late into the night.

The following week, I bought her another box. She try to pull her dress away from her body, but there was no slack. She then said, "well, I'd better break out the next size up, there's no room in here for these," as she started to open the box.

"Let me show you my size 22's," she said, as she brought the box with her, and started munching. She tried on several dresses, as I stood watching. She took them out of the box, and put them on hangers. "I'm getting close to outgrowing my bra. If you're nice I'll model them for you, too. And my next size, I go into the DD's." We had been affectionate, but I hadn't seen her breasts yet.

As time went on, I got to see her 42DD bra, and her 24, and 26 dresses, and finally her 44DD bra. Her weight climbed steadily, approaching her all time high of when we met at the meeting. Our relationship was growing just as much.

She had offered to treat me to dinner, but she wanted to go where we went when we were apartment hunting. She seemed a little more serious than she had been. She then reminded me of our little "weight talk" that we had months earlier. She said, "I had a dilemma then, and wasn't sure what to do. I have another dilemma. I'm about to reach 300. That is the weight you liked me at. That is the size of most of your old girlfriends. I'll try to go on maintenance, since I'm sure I'm at your limit." I then told her that it was up to her. "I know, the same old song--and maybe you'll tolerate me--but I want you to really like my body. It was fun gaining to 300--but maintaining 300 may be hard."

I told her that I expected her to exceed her old weight, since her diet probably slowed her metabolism. She was still concerned and thought I was being polite, when in reality I hadn't given it much thought--I just hadn't met anyone much over 300.

I then thought of a good answer. "You know when I was dating 150 pound women, and I wanted to do something outrageous, and dated 300 pound women," I said, "Well, I'm ready to do it again. This may be outrageous, but, I've fantasized of dating a 450-500 pound woman. Will you be that woman?"

She then hugged me really tight, as she nearly knocked me over. "Oops, excuse me. I forgot I'm not as small as I used to be." But then she stopped smiling. "What if I can't get that big?" I told her that a minute before she was worried she would be too big. I told her, que sera,sera, whatever will be will be.

She then smiled again. But I don't have any clothes bigger than a 28. I can't show you what I have." I told her that I would have to help her pick out her new clothes. She ordered dessert, and we drove home.

To show her that I would like her bigger, I gave her another 3 pound box of chocolates the next day. Several days after that, she answered the door in the dress she wore to the meeting a year ago. "That last box of candy did it. I'm a size 28 again. She then hugged me, and pushed her breasts into me. "..and I'm a 46DD again."

"What am I supposed to do for clothes?" she asked. "There isn't much over a size 28 in the catalogs. Before I met you that kind of kept me from going any higher." I showed her a list of catalogs. "Some of these places stock larger clothes, other will custom make clothes. Some go up to a size 70. Several will make them any size."

She then asked me if I wanted her to be a size 70. I told her that if she made 500, she probably would be a 62 or 64. But then I told her that my ultimate fantasy was to date a woman in a size 60. She asked me if there were any other size fantasies. I told her that I had never dated a woman with a bra size in the fifties. We then sent away for a number of super-sized catalogs.

The next week, she cooked dinner. Afterwards, she brought out a box, and the catalogs she got. I asked her what was in the box. She told me it was a surprise she show me later. She then asked my help in picking out some size 30 clothes. Afterwards, she opened the box, and inside there was a size 60 housecoat and a 50DD bra from Lane Bryant. "I'm sure glad you told me about these other catalogs. This housecoat is fine for the house, but I wouldn't be caught dead with it outside."

She put on the housecoat, which of course didn't come close to fitting.She then put on the bra. It didn't fit either, but it wasn't as large. "I just wanted to give you some incentive to treating me to those nice dinners, and candy." I told her they were nice, but she didn't have to waste her money on clothes that didn't fit. "It's not a waste of money. They don't fit now--but they will."

In the following weeks, I could see her getting bigger than when we first meet. I had enjoyed watching her regain, but now when she gained she was different, since I hadn't seen her this size.

By now, she had given me a key to her apartment. I had beat her home. Some of her new clothes had arrived, so I put a big box of candy in one box. I left her a note telling her that I couldn't wait to see her in her new dresses, and that the candy was to speed up the need for her to wear them. When she got home, she was wearing the dress she met me in. She opened the box and thanked me. She then told me she that I was a little late. "Take your last look at me in this dress. I won't be able to get in this dress again. But I'll put your candy towards my size 32. I'll order them in a week of two." She then tried on her size 30's.

That night she finished the candy, 2 half gallons of ice cream, plus her dinner. "My God, I've never eaten that much at one time--I don't know what got into me. I'd better order my 32's tonight. Another night like tonight,and I won't have anything to wear."

She ordered a couple of dresses. She then leaned back in the couch, folded her chubby hands on her midriff, making her breasts stick out, and asked, "I'm not grossing you out, am I?" I assured her that she looked really great to me. She then reached over, and ate some kisses that were on the table. "God, how can I be so hungry?" I then told her that eating had the opposite effect from a diet. The bigger she got, the more her body needed to maintain her weight.

That evening, she kept pulling at her bra. I asked her if she was uncomfortable, since she had been gaining quite a bit. She told me that she was doing fine, except that her bra straps were digging into her shoulder. I told her that I would take care of the situation. She took off her sweater, and I reached over and released her straps. Her breasts hung over her midriff. She looked down, and I said, "you didn't plan on having pointed breasts at 500, did you?" She said, "I didn't think about it, but now that you mentioned it, I guess not." I asked her how it felt, and she told me it was still a little tight. "I guess I'll order some bigger bras. Almost up to your fifty fantasy." I watched her as she wrote 48DD in the size column.

We had our weekend planned. I went to pick her up the next morning. She was still in her nightgown, when she answered the door. She had outgrown it several sizes ago. Every roll on her growing body was visible. She was eating a hot fudge sundae. I commented on her unusual breakfast, and she told me that she already ate breakfast, and that the sundae was her dessert. She finished up, and put on her pants. I hadn't seen her in pants in a while, and was surprised how big she looked in them. We had had another enjoyable weekend.

The time kept going by quickly, as she received her size 32 dresses and 48DD bra. She waiting for me to try them on. She put the straps at the loosest point, like I had suggested. Her breasts didn't droop too much, since her midriff had grown large enough to support much of her breasts.

Her weight had climbed to around 350, and she was now without question, the largest woman I had dated. I was still fanaticizing what she might look like at 500, and she was still gaining steadily.

As several months passed, we were still hitting it off nicely. As her body outgrew the seating of several restaurants, we spent more time at home.

For a week, she told me that she had a surprise. I didn't know what she had in mind, but when the time came, she called me into her bedroom. She took out her 60 dress, and said, "Not yet." She then took out her 50DD bra, and said, "It's that time." She then took off her 48DD, which by now had rolls of fat around the sides and above the cups, which wasn't there when she first wore it. She put on her 50DD. The longer sides covered the roll of fat on her sides. She loosened the straps, and tried to adjust the cups, but couldn't get the cups to fit right. "MyGod, I'm a 50F."

"Well, it looks like you gave yourself a surprise, too," I said."Well, enjoy it, because they don't make bras with letters higher than F, so I guess that's it." It just means that you'll have to have them made. "They don't stock bras for 500 pound women. Of course, some very large women don't wear bras," I told her. She then told me that she couldn't imagine having breasts bigger than they were.

It was Halloween, and we were both going to give out candy, but she came over to my apartment at five. I thought you were going to hand out candy. "Well, I felt like something sweet this morning, so I had some candy bars. Then before I knew it, I had ate all six bags." I then asked her why she didn't stop on the way home to buy some more. She then told me she did, but she ate that, too. After the kids quit coming, she showed me her new 50F bra that she was wearing, as well as her 54 dress.

At first, I didn't think she would really gain to 500, but now it looked like a distinct probability. Unless she hit a set point, I didn't see anything stopping her. With the amount of food she was putting away, she could easily disprove the genetic theory. Sometimes fantasies remain fantasies, and sometimes people may not really want their fantasies. But this wasn't case. I could see her body changing frequently, and I definitely liked what I saw. I also liked her flaunting her body.

I was looking forward to her milestones--a new dress or bra size, her weight hitting a round number, etc. Our first Christmas together was also fun. Amid the festivities was a milestone--a size 56 dress. The holiday baking had but her weight over 400 pounds.

The winter had brought us together even closer. We had hardly gone out anymore--between the cold weather, our growing relationship, and the reduction of places that could accommodate her ever growing body.

We had had a very nice Valentines day. I had made special arrangements at a nice restaurant for special seating. By now her body filled out a size 58 dress nicely, including a well filled 54F bra pushing out the top of her dress.

By early spring, I was looking forward to two things--the warm weather, and Laura requiring a size 60. She had ordered several nice spring outfits in a 60. However, the warm weather was a little late in coming. She held on to her 58's as long as she could, but her gaining continued. She came over to my house with her body bulging out of her dress. At dinner, while she was eating a bowl of mashed potatoes, her underarms ripped, as she picked up her fork. "Well, the time has definitely come. Let's go over to my place, and you can live out the size 60 fantasy," she said.

She tried on the dresses she had bought, and they looked cute. But nothing was nicer than the housecoat that she had bought a year earlier. For a year I pictured her body filling out that dress, and now it was a reality. As the night wore on, it was obvious that she wasn't going to do anything to make the increase into a 60 her last.

The catalogs didn't carry any bras bigger than a 54F, so when she was about to outgrow it, she called a local seamstress to make her a larger one. The lady, came and measured her. She then told Laura that she also made swimming suits. Laura was shocked. "Women my size don't wear swim suits, do they?" she said. She then told Laura how she made a bikini for a 550 pound woman. Laura then said that she didn't know what size she would be in the summer. The seamstress then said she would make it very stretchy. Laura agreed, just as long as she could pack another 20 or 30 pounds in it.

Summer had come and gone. Laura had managed to squeeze in 50 more pounds into her bathing suit by the end of the summer. She was wearing a size 64 dress, and although her custom bras didn't have sizes, we estimated it to be 58G.

Laura told me that she wish that we could go to our old restaurant, but she would never fit in the seating. I asked her why, and she said it was a tradition, when we needed to have a talk. I said we could talk here.

"Well, it seems that I'm almost at the limit of your fantasy, and I don't seem to have a set point." I asked her what she thought on the subject. "I'm fine with my gaining, but I don't want to be a drag on you. I'm having more fun than when I was 200. The people who thought I was disgusting at 300 still think so, so what difference is it. I'm doing well at work. But I want your opinion."

I told her that I never knew how attracted I was to women over 400 pounds, and that she was becoming more attractive to me.

For the first time, I knew that having a 500 pound woman would be more than a fantasy. She had only 25 pounds to go. There was something even more on my mind. I never had a fantasy over 500 pounds. When Laura was gaining, I was too busy enjoying it, to realize that she could exceed 500. I never even pictured her being bigger than 500, but now I was trying to form a mental picture of her at 550 or maybe even 600.

Her fall wardrobe brought her up to a size 66 dress. When she tried it on, she was braless. I had asked her why, and she told me that her old one didn't fit. She then told me that her breasts were only one of many fat deposits on her body, and that she really didn't need a bra. "There's nothing to hold up, and my cold weather clothes are enough to hide my boobs. Maybe in the spring when I wear something with lighter fabric."

She had hit 500 pounds a little before Thanksgiving. I had seen several women a little larger, but she was the only one I really knew. If there had ever been a doubt that 500 pounds was too big for me, the doubt was now gone. I had expected her to have a talk with me, to see if I thought she was too big, but the non-verbal reaction between the two of us left no doubt that she wasn't too big at all.

We didn't go out much anymore, but I don't think it bothered either one of us. Most places didn't have facilities to accommodate her increasing girth. It was getting harder for her to eat her very large portions without attracting a lot of attention. I certainly didn't mind being in her living room watching her sitting on her couch. Her stomach came out almost to her knees when she sat down, and her breasts hung down from her midriff down to the top of her stomach. Her sides and back were full of excess flesh.

It was a hard winter, so I was glad that we lived so close together. I had been going to her apartment most of the time. While she was still going to work, she wasn't as active as she had been, and it was easy to get my 200 pounds to her place than her 525 pounds to my place.

I had noticed that there was a box in her dining room. "New clothes?"I asked. "Yes," she said. " Would you like me to try it on,"she asked. She took it out of the box, and it was so big. "You had a size 60 fantasy, did you have a size 70 fantasy?," she asked. A strange feeling hit me. I hadn't thought about it, but it was really exciting to be close to someone who was 5 sizes larger than my wildest fantasy. "You better enjoy it, because 70 is as big as this company goes. There's only one other company that makes bigger, and they are x's. I'm about 7x, and they go to 9x."

As spring came, she was up to 550 pounds. She had outgrown her size 70 clothes, and was wearing an 8x. She had called her dressmaker to order bras for the spring. When the dressmaker had seen how much she had gained, she told Laura that making bras that large would be difficult, and that they would be uncomfortable, since her breasts rested on her midriff. She suggested a camisole that would cover her breasts and midriff together, rather than going under her breasts.

Several months later, as Laura hit 575, she asked me what I thought of her hitting 600. I told her that it didn't matter to me. I then turned it around, and she said that she was getting used to be super-super size.

Just after Labor day, she hit the big 6-0-0. She was into 9x, and was the largest person I had ever seen. However, after she hit 605, she also hit her set point. We were both relieved, since it seemed that there was no end to her gaining.

She was cleaning out her closet, and showed me some of her size 46's. Wow, they seemed so big then, but now they seem like twiggy clothes. I then hugged her, unable to put my hands all the way around, and said, I'm happy with you now. She told me that she was supposed to be unhappy at over 600 pounds, but I'm happier now then I've ever been.