It seemed like a long time ago when I went to a fat friendly dance in the"trendy" part of New York City. To those of us who live outsidethe area, any of the people may be considered weird. Perhaps curious orad venturous would be a better term. These people are certainly nice--justa little different. Two people whom I will never forget were named Melissaand Kelly. They were two thin women who came to the dance, not because theywere large, and not because they preferred large partners. They came justto see what it was like, and to break the monotony of life in the Big Apple.
I was there with my girlfriend, when Melissa and Kelly asked if the otherseats were vacant. They then made themselves comfortable, and had a lotof questions for us. I guess that they figured a couple would be the bestpeople to ask, since we weren't running up all night finding someone todance with. They explained that they were bored and just wanted to see whatit was like. After answering a couple of questions for them, such as thegroup, the concept of FAs, etc.; we asked them how they enjoyed it.
They were very impressed about the way the people moved, and how theyfelt good about themselves. I guess a lot of stereotypes were broken thatnight for them. But the thing they liked the most was the camaraderie ofthe people. They said that they had been to hundreds of dances, and whetherit was a general dance, or a dance sponsored for a specific group of people,nobody seemed to enjoy themselves as the fat people did.
I didn't really expect to see them there again. However, when my girlfriendand I went the following month, they were there again. They sat with usagain, and again commented how friendly everyone was. They had danced withsome of the men. They were very pretty, so even some of the FAs didn't minddancing with them. The fat men also loved dancing with them, and asked themto dance. Some of the women were a bit jealous, but Melissa and Kelly werealmost too nice to hate, and they explained to the women that the FAs werejust being polite, since they wouldn't be interested in thin women.
My girlfriend and I were regulars of the monthly dances, and so w ereMelissa and Kelly. It wasn't until the fourth or fifth dance when my girlfriendand I came to the same conclusion. "Aren't they getting bigger?"Even though we were friendly towards them, it wasn't something we couldbring up. However when they were talking to each other, one commented onhow the FAs were taking an interest in them just a little more.
They then looked at us and said, "Well we didn't intend to get anybigger, but we both just kinda stopped watching what we ate. We don't careif we get fat, we don't care if we get thin. Your group has shown us thatsize just doesn't matter." They certainly were a long way from anyother large person's size. Melissa's breasts were a little bigger, and shenow had a tiny spare tire under them. Kelly's tummy had made her dress notquite close right.
The next month, Kelly had found a fat man who really hit it off well withher She spent the night dancing with him. My girlfriend and I spent muchof the night talking to Melissa. Each was a little bit plumper, althoughit wasn't as obvious, since they had gotten clothes that fit better.
My girlfriend and I were drifting apart We finally decided it would bebetter to split. There was no arguments. She wasn't into the dances, likeI was, so I knew with out me, she wouldn't go. I went to the next dance.The only part I dreaded was explaining to the regulars 100 times what happened.Kelly came with Tom. She was the first I had to explain. Then Melissa came,I had to explain it again. We all sat together. Melissa said she would tryto find me another girlfriend. I thanked her for her concerned, and saidthat if I found one, great, if not it would be OK.
Melissa then suggested that I stay over, and she would show me New Yorkthe next day. I was a little hesitant, staying over at an apartment of someoneI wasn't involved with. She talked me into it, and I thought it would benice to have something to do the next day.
I slept on the couch, she slept in her room. We got up fairly early, andshe fixed breakfast. I thanked her for her hospitality and said that I owedher a favor. She said that she wanted to cash in the favor right away. Iasked her how, and she said she wanted advice. She said that she wantedto know what made FAs tick. I told her some of the things I told her thefirst night, and she said that she knew all that stuff. "I want toknow all of the intimate details."
I told her that most FAs liked large women, and got turned on when theygained even more. Melissa wanted to know how big. I told her that therewere as many preferences for size, as there were sizes. She asked if menwould like her at her present size. I explained that most men who went tothe dances liked larger women. She asked about who would like her now, andI told her that there wasn't really one place where they hung out.
She asked if she weighed 200 pounds, how many men would like her, whatwould she look like, etc. Then she asked 250. When she asked about 300,I told her my ex girlfriend weighed about that, so she would look like her.She then asked about 400 pounds. When I was describing what her body wouldlook like, and how she would be wearing a size 60 dress, she could tellI was getting aroused.
When we were sight seeing, she was teasing me about her gaining weight.She felt that being that size was so far from reality, she could kid aboutit. However, even though I was walking with someone who was only around160, the combination of her flirting and my picturing her at 400 pounds,I felt very comfortable with her.
On the way home, she stopped at the grocery store. She jokingly threwall kinds of fattening food into her cart. She then said she'd better putthe food back. I squeezed her hand, and jokingly said she would disappointme. She then said, Oh hell, why not. She then took her cart to the checkout.
That night was probably one of the most erotic nights I ever had, especiallyconsidering she was so thin, and we didn't go all of the way. I would serveher one food after another. I fed her ice cream, and explained how her tummywould expand and push her legs apart. I fed her candy bars, and explainedhow her breasts would grow out and then their weight would cause them torest on her midriff. She was getting excited too.
When it was time to say good night, we felt very good. But I think weboth didn't know where we stood, or where it would go. She knew I likedlarge women and she wasn't large.
I called her on Monday night, and let her know that I enjoyed the date.I could tell that she was really happy that I called. She told me how muchshe enjoyed Saturday night. I told her that she may not be so happy whenthe treats starting "showing." She said she didn't care. I askedher if she could say that when it did show.
She called me on Thursday, to tell me that her pants barely buttoned andher blouse was tight. I told her that I knew she wouldn't be happy. "Behappy?" she said. "I'm ecstatic. When I feel my pants push intomy tummy, or see my tight blouse I think back to Saturday and our specialtime."
I had asked her out for the following weekend, and she said yes beforeI could even finish asking. I got there early on Saturday. We talked duringthe morning, and did lunch and a movie during the afternoon. At night, shecooked dinner. I noticed she had more groceries than her cabinets wouldhold. After dinner, we sat down on the couch with soft music playing. Shesaid, she was concerned that certain feelings and events couldn't be duplicated,yet some people try and then ruin the memories. I told her that whatevercomes naturally should be the rule. She walked to the kitchen and broughta bag back to the couch. I wanted to issue a disclaimer that she didn'tneed to gain weight for me, etc. But I was afraid it would spoil the moment.Instead, I started by touching her slightly larger breasts, midriff andtummy. She made some approving noises, and then reached down and handedme the food to feed her. She whispered that she wanted to know what thecalories will do to her body. I explained how tight her clothes would get,and how she would grow. She told me that she needed to get new clothes thenext day. We kept going at it until late in the night. I was tired, an aswe fell asleep. We later woke up and went to bed.
When we woke up Sunday morning, I asked Melissa what she wanted to do.She said, "I thought we were going clothes shopping." I told herthat I thought that was part of her attempt to excite me. "It mightexcite you, but there's no more room in here as she patted her tummy. Ican't go out to go shopping if I can't button my pants."
I gave her my "you don't have to gain for me" talk. She toldme she knew it. "I can't promise you how far this will go. I don'tknow how big I'll get, if I'll want to keep eating, etc. Right now I knowit just feels right. When it stops to feel right, I'll stop."
We went shopping. She was still small compared to the women I know. Shewas at the upper end of the misses sizes, and was still shopping at normalsize stores. After she bought a couple of outfits, we stopped at Friendly'sfor lunch. She ordered a large sundae. "Just remember we're in public.You can't use visual aids to show me where this will end up." I grabbedher hand, and told her that since yesterday's meal will fill out her hips,the Sundae would make her fingers fat as I massaged them.
We were seeing each other more frequently. She gained around 10 poundsper month, and 4 months later she had hit the 200 pound mark. She had herfirst taste of the large size stores, and loved shopping there with me.She had gone from a 34B to 36B and now was a 38C. She loved the way shefelt in her larger bra.
Our feelings were getting stronger. She was coming down to visit me, andnow we were seeing each other at night during the weekdays. Between herability to eat more and more frequent visits, she was up to around 15 poundper month average gaining. She kept plenty of food around her house, asI did mine for her visits.
It was fun watching her travel through the 200's. Some of our visits werestrictly eating from beginning to end. She would eat until she almost gagged,and then she would get excited, as I inspected the changes her body wasgoing though, and comment on them. Of course one of the biggest changeswas going from saying what was going to happen to saying what did happen.
When she hit around 230, she commented on how often she had to replaceher clothes. I suggested stretch pants and big tops. She asked me if I couldget turned on if I didn't see her outgrowing her clothes. I told her thatstretch pants turned me on because they were usually worn by women who weregaining fairly rapidly. "It's kind of an affirmation of a rapid weightgain. Kind of like maternity clothes, except it's not just for the tummy.She went home and tried them on. She stuck her hand inside and pulled themout a foot in front of her. "It will take me forever to get this big,"she said. I told her that her butt would be fighting for some of the availablespace, so her tummy didn't have to fill all of the void.
She grabbed a bag of snacks with one hand, held my hand and led me tothe couch with the other and said. "We've got a lot of room to fill,so we'd better get busy." We spent the night trying to fill her newpants.
The next time we met, she was wearing a dress. I didn't want to be theone to tell her there was no way she could go out in public in it. One goodsneeze and it would be shredded to rags. She said that she loved the stretchpants, but needed a stretch dress. I told her "floats" is whatwomen wore who needed extra room. "Float?," she said. "Wellmost people call them tent dresses," I said.
"What purpose do they serve?," she asked. I had forgotten thatshe hadn't been a large lady all that long and didn't know all of the insand outs. I told that they usually served 2 purposes. One was to allow roomfor expansion like her stretch pants. The other was to hide different partsof the body, to let everything just hang there. She said she didn't understandthe last. I told her that for women around 400 or so, that their bodieswere different. "How's that?," she asked. I told her that theremay be a foot or so difference between parts. That perhaps their butts maystick out a foot further than their backs. Or that some women were too bigto wear bras, so they just let their breasts hang in their dresses, or thattheir tummies might hang to their knees. It all just gets hidden under theirdresses.
She couldn't tell that I was getting excited just talking about it. "So,did you date women like that?," she asked.
"No," I said.
"Well I guess everyone has their upper limits," she said. I toldher that I just never happened to meet someone that size. "So, if Iever got that big, you wouldn't mind?" I think she meant it as a hypotheticalquestion, but by that time I was so excited. I grabbed her and hugged hertight and kept saying no no no, I wouldn't mind.
She said a very surprising, "Hmmm."
"Well, like I said, I don't know if this will always feel right, andI still can't promise I'll reach a certain size. But the size I see myselfkeeps going up. Maybe the next lady who asks you if you ever dated a ladyover 400, you'll answer yes." I told her that I wasn't looking forthe next lady.
"Well, maybe next weekend we can look at dresses, but right now I'mVERY hungry," she said. We had the dinner that she cooked, and thenshe did her usual snacking while we sat together at the couch. "Tellme what I'll look like if I weigh 400 pounds," she said. She soundedmore excited than I felt earlier.
It took a few more months to reach the upper 200's. In each meeting shetried harder to eat just a little more than she did before, and always succeeded.Her body was getting quite interesting. She was developing new roles. Wehad bought some new tent dresses, to allow her growing body plenty of roomfor expansion. One thing that she couldn't get big ahead of time were herbras. She had continued to grow, going from her 38C to a 40C, to 42C. Asshe approached 300 pounds, she had graduated to a 44D. Her growing sizesbrought stronger straps, wider backs and sides, and of course bigger cups.But despite all of changes in the style of her bra, nothing could stop gravityas her breasts and midriff grew closer together.
I remember the night when we were about to start her feeding. She askedme, "Can you tell me EXACTLY what I'll look like when I hit 300?"I said, "not exactly." She said, "well I can." "How?,"I asked. She unbutton her dress, which had only a few buttons and flashedme. She than sit down on the couch and started to lay out her snacks. Isat next to her, starting to caress her, and was so excited. "Oh mygod, you're really 300 pounds," I said.
"Yes," she said in a sexual way.
"I never thought I'd get this big. I don't know how big I'll get,but this just feels so right. But now I need to plan beyond this point.These pants are holding more tummy than they were designed to hold. My bigtops are beginning to feel like stretchies. I can probably find a size ortwo higher at the mall. But what do I do next?"
I told her that I would order some catalogs in her name, and would bringsome old ones over for her to look at. We spent the rest of the night admiringthe last 100 pounds she gained, and worked on satisfying her growing appetite.She came to my place on our next visit, so she looked at the catalogs atmy place. She was awed by the attractive ladies and how happy they looked.I think that cemented her desire to continue gaining. "Wow," shesaid, "These clothes go up to size 70. How many pounds is that?"I told her about 500 pounds or so. "Well, I don't think I'll get thatbig, but it's nice to know that I'll always have something that fits."
She then looked at the rest of the catalogs. She said she'd keep buyingmall clothes, and by the time she outgrew those, she'd have her catalogsand everything ordered.
I loved to watch her eat, but I think she not only surprised me, but herselfin the amount of food she was able to put away. We went shopping at themall to get her larger clothes, but she made it as quickly as possible toavoid cutting too much into her eating time. She really didn't overeat anytimeother than our sessions on the couch where we combined heavy petting withheavy feeding. Watching the weight creep on turned us both on.
Melissa remained friends with Kelly, although they didn't see each otherthat often. They kept in touch on the phone. Kelly was still seeing herfriend, and their relationship was also going well. Everyone made plansto attend the next dance. It had been quite awhile since any of us had gone.
Kelly and Bill had gotten there first. Kelly was only a little larger.But Melissa got all of the admiring stares as we came in. Some people didn'trecognize her. Some FAs went gaga when they saw her 100 pounds heavier.We danced only a few dances. What started as a polite gesture to bring somefood to the table ended up being another evening of feeding, as Melissadevoured several plates of food that I handed her. It had gotten to thepoint where it had gotten sexual even without my touching and talking. Shecould make herself horny just by eating, which excited me.
The next day I saw Melissa, she hod gotten the new catalogs. They weresupersized catalogs from small operators. Unlike the commercial catalogs,the women were very large. We spent a long time looking at the picturesand talking about the women's sizes. Melissa didn't mind talking with hermouth full. If she didn't, it could be hours between conversations, as the2 of us were always putting food in her mouth. We picked out some clothes,and she put the catalogs aside and said she'd look at them more later.
Several weeks later, when I went to the door Melissa was wearing one newdress. It was a size 60, and she was stuffed full of pillows. I just staredat her waiting for an explanation. She told me to sit down, which I didnext to her. Before she got any words out, I started to touch her dressin a romantic way. I hadn't planned on doing that--it just came natural.We then spent about a half on hour of touching and caressing. When we weredone, I just kind of looked at her waiting for an explanation.
"I just wanted to see your reaction to a 400 pound Melissa,"she said.
"I see you don't mind."
"Mind?," I said. "You just looked so sexy."
"So you just wanted to turn me on?," I said.
"Well more than that," she said, "I just don't want to gopast your upper limit." I told her that I didn't think I had seen assight as beautiful. I told her that I would be sorry to take the paddingout. The rest of the evening was mostly non-verbal except for some verysatisfied noises as we caressed and kept her eating.
About 11 O'clock, we were half asleep as Melissa pulled out the padding."It may be a size 60 dress, but there isn't room for tonight's mealand the padding in there." I asked her if her only reason to get thedress was to test my upper limits. I told her that I knew they didn't comecheap. "Well it's not wasted," she said, "It WILL fit oneday."
"Really, I said in an aroused tone."
"Yes," she said in an equally aroused tone. "These happywomen in the catalog, your reaction to my size, and our frequent sessionson the couch." I'm committed to making it through the 300's.
It took only a few months to get around the 330 point. Her weight gainwas faster, since we were seeing each other more, spending more time onthe couch with her snacks, and her ability to eat more. Her expanding breastsand midriff were making her formerly lose fitting tops form fitting. Herever-expanding tummy kept increasing the circumference of her elastic waistband,as the material stretched underneath to silhouette her drooping flesh.
The next time I went to her house, she was wearing new clothes. "I'mpretty much out of the mall stores size range," she said. "I wantedto show you these nice outfits I got from those small businesses. They'revery pretty, but also expensive. I also ordered some housecoats from LaneBryant. They're not very pretty, but I don't mind when I spill food on them."
"Would you ever spill your food," I teased.
"You know darn well I get food on me all the time. Between spendinghours eating on the couch next to you, and eating a lot of gooey creamsand ice creams, it's bound to happen. And besides you don't do any betterwhen you're putting the food in my mouth."
She took off her nice outfit and asked if I noticed anything new. I askedher if she got a new bra. It wasn't always easy to tell, since they didn'twear out--she outgrew them. "Yes, and guess what. I'm a double D now,46DD." I told her that I was surprised she was going up in cup sizes.Most of the women I knew stayed pretty much at the same cup, and here Melissahad gone up 2 cup sizes. She said she was a little surprised, although shesaid that many of the changes in her body caught her by surprise. New rollsappear, and at other times only one part of her body grew.
She put on her Lane Bryant housecoat. It was shapeless and plain. It appearedto be too large, but I assume it was to allow for Melissa's future growth.As soon as she put it on and sat down, I was even more anxious to touchher. After several hours of our eating/petting session on the couch, Melissatold me that she was afraid that the housecoat might turn me off, but shenoticed it has the opposite effect. I told her that it turned me on. Sheasked why, and after a little thought I came up with several reasons. Itwas the first outfit that had a double D bra pushing it out, it was largerthan her other clothes, but I was afraid of telling her the main reason.When I was a child, I remember one of the kids had a fat mother who alwayswore food stained housecoats. Everyone thought she was SO fat. So for meit reminded me of a very fat woman. Melissa said she understood. As shetalked she spilled a spoon full of chocolate ice cream that she was spooningin. She insists it was an "accident."
The next day she was wearing the same house coat with the chocolate stillthere. "It's the only housecoat I have," she said. I ordered severalmore, but they haven't sent them yet." We ate dinner and she managedto spill a little more on it. She said that was really an accident thistime. I told her that the bigger she got the bigger the target was to spillthings. She looked down the end of her breasts and saw her plate, and agreed.After dinner she put the dress in the washer and I put it in the dryer,to avoid disturbing her eating. It was the first time we started out pettingon the couch with just her bra and panties.
Melissa's growth through the 300's continued steadily. Time was flyingas 330 turned into 340, and then to the half way point of 300-something.Every part of her body was changing, as she developed another chin, fatterarms, a bigger tummy that slowed her walking. But nothing was as prettyas her breasts. Although the heavier they got, the more they drooped, theyremained the most prominent part of her growing body.
Our nightly eating/petting sessions continued. She wore only her housecoats.The different parts of her body pushed outward as she continued to devourcandies, ice cream, and other goodies.
By the time she had reached 375, she had outgrown her first housecoat.Her breasts were just too squeezed. Her butt had grown so large that itdidn't leave the room in front that her tummy needed.
A couple of months later, Melissa had greeted me at the door wearing thesize 60 dress she had worn to test my "400 pound tolerance." Shelooked absolutely gorgeous. But instead of pillows pushing out the dress,it was her body--her breasts, her large soft drooping tummy, and her widebutt.
When we sat on the couch, I had asked her if she reached the 400 poundpoint. "Almost," she said. "But after tonight I will be."Then she started sniffling. "I hate to see our nights come to an end."I asked her why she thought they were coming to an end. "I don't meanwe won't see each other, but I've hit the end of my journey to 400."I comforted her, first by touching her arms and back, but I ended up touchingher breasts and tummy. I started feeding her the snacks she had on the table.Before we realized it, she wanted me to continue feeding her and I wantedher to keep gaining.
The next morning, we brought up the subject again. I think that both ofus thought the other person agreed in the heat of passion, and that perhapsafter reality set in, we would change our minds. She told me that all sheknows, she's never been happier in her life. I told her that until I mether I never realized how much I desired a super sized woman. We agreed notto set a target, but just let things take their course.
Thinking that it might end, made our petting/feeding sessions all themore precious. So it seemed like we spent even more time, and got more enjoymentout of it. The problem with not setting a goal, was that we realized a littletoo late that we hadn't planned her wardrobe. To make things worse, it seemedthat she gained all of her weight since her 400 pound milestone in her tummy.Even her loosest dress was hard to get over her tummy. You could see theseems straining, and you could see everything--even her belly button. Itwould take a week or two to get the next size, since it had to be made.I asked her on our next meeting, if we should wait until she got a new dressbefore we sat and ate. She told me that she would take a day off from workand make a dress.
When I met her that night, the dress looked like a circus fat lady dress.She explained that was the best she could do in such little time and withno patterns. It turned me on, and we spent the rest of the night workingon filling out the extra inches of room in her dress.