Amber and I were both the best of friends all throughout high school. We
even went to Prom together, we were that close. So after we graduated high
school, we both decided that we would go to nursing school together. She
wasn't large by any standards at the time. She was about 5-10 but only weighed
110 pounds. If you were looking at her chest it would have been hard to have
determined if she was a boy or a girl. One day as a freak accident would have
it she fell and broke her jaw. She had to have it wired shut for weeks in
which time she could not hardly eat unless it was through a straw. Needless to
say, this did nothing for her boyish figure. She dwindled down to 98 pounds
and none of her size 4 jeans fit anymore, they needed a belt to hold them up.
Me being a close friend to Amber became very worried about her well being.
This seemed to bring us closer together and we started dating thereafter.
After her jaw healed she was a totally different person. I don't know if it
was because she was dating someone and was becoming comfortable in our
relationship or if it was because she was able to eat good food again, but she
went on a food bingeing spree that I still shake my head over! She not only
didn't have to wear a belt anymore but she couldn't button her jeans after
three weeks. She went to the doctor for a physical and she weighed in at 123
pounds. She was ecstatic, as was I. She said that she was fearful when she got
below 100 pounds and she was afraid to get that small so she said she was
going to put on some weight. I gave her no objections and said that whatever
she wanted, I would help, and help I did!! I think that she was enjoying
putting on the pounds and eating till she was to the point of bursting. She
could very easily handle a Double Quarter Pound hamburger now, so I thought
that I would start bringing her two home a day instead of just one. She looked
at me kind of strange when I did this at first, but I explained to her that I
was trying to help her cause. She then proceeded to finish every bite, albeit
a struggle. After three months of gorging her weight skyrocketed to 162
pounds. Then one day she asked me what I thought about her newly padded
figure. She now had a cute double chin that complemented her rounding face.
She also had developed a nice full set of hips that would make any man
jealous. Her breasts were also filling in nicely as she now wore a 38C bra. I
told her that I think that she is absolutely gorgeous and if she wanted to
continue on her eating orgy, I would help her achieve her goals. She said that
she wanted to double her weight within a year from when she had her jaw wired
shut. She had 34 pounds and 7 weeks to go, so I told her that I would feed and
plumpen her figure so much that she would have to kill me before I would stop
stuffing her. She said that she wouldn't put up much of a fight, so I was safe
there. So I began feeding her 6-7 meals a day that would have been good for a
Thanksgiving feast and she gobbled down every bite with my encouragement. She
was fast approaching her goal when her clothes no longer fit, so I went to the
store and bought her a couple pair of large sweatsuits and a size 28W jeans. I
had no intention of stopping this routine and I don't think that she did
either. As the seven weeks ended, we went and weighed her and to our surprise
she weighed 211 pounds. She gained over a hundred pounds from her old size and
and fifteen pounds past our goal. "So this is what they mean when they say
Freshman 15", was the first thing out of her mouth. We both were excited and I
told her that she could no longer get the belt around her waist from when she
was 98 pounds, but her size 28 jeans were still too big and baggy. The only
resolution was that she would have to fill them out, and fill them out she
did. Her arms has become thick as did her thighs. Her measurements now read
48DDD-42-50. She had developed a slower pace of walking as her thighs now
rubbed together. Quite a change from the rail I was dating 22 months earlier.
I told her that she could never become too chubby for me and to prove it to
her I bought a sheet cake that she finished with my encouragement after only
one day. As we were finishing nursing school now, she had gotten a job working
the night shift, and we all know what the night shift can do to a woman's
figure. I asked her to marry me on our 3 year anniversary and she gladly
accepted but under one condition, she wanted to be a 400 pound bulging bride,
so I eagerly agreed to help her achieve her goal. We always seem to be good
though at achieving our goals. She actually over shot her goal and weighed 420
pounds the night before the wedding. She had to have emergency alterations
done but the gown hugged her beautifully padded body, testing the new
alterations. By the end of our wedding night though I fed her until her dress
split off, then we got down to business....