I was an officer with a fat rights group when I got a call from Pamasking about the group. She had told me that she was a teacher and workedat a fat farm in the summer. She told me that she wasn't fat herself, butthat she sympathized with fat people, since most of the people in her familywere fat.
These girls come to the camp badly dressed, lose a great amount of weight,and return home badly dressed. They then gain all the weight back in thewinter and return the next summer badly dressed.
I want to start an group in the evenings during the school year. I wantto teach these girls how to dress, how to be their best. It's obvious thatthese girls are never going to stay thin, so the most useful thing is toteach them to be attractive fat women. If you saw how some of them dressed,I think they would be better off being fat and well dressed than thin andbadly dressed."
I then told her a little about the group, and invited her to our nextmeeting. When Pam, came, I pretty much recognized her. She was rather cute.Although she wasn't fat, she was a little husky--more muscular than fat.She was early, so we talked for a while. She told me that if she wasn'ta phys ed teacher, she would probably be like the rest of her family. Ihave to exercise with all five of my classes.
She was pretty close to her sister. "We look a lot alike, except she'sover 300 pounds. She was going to come tonight." I was thinking whatshe would look like until Pam burst my bubble. "Her husband's workingtonight, and he's afraid to leave her with all of the men who like largewomen."
In the meeting, I welcomed Pam, just to avoid all of the "what isshe doing here" questions. Pam enjoyed the meeting, and told me shethat she would get her sister Karen and her husband to come the next time.I answered some questions, and told her where she could get more information.She told me that she was definitely interested in starting her group. Ithought that I was being nice to Pam as a "professional courtesy,"probably because I couldn't admit that I was attracted to a thin female.
I had talked to Pam on the phone about the next meeting. She was definitelybringing Karen and her husband. I was a little afraid that after seeingKaren, I would either wish for something that I couldn't have, or wouldfind Pam much less attractive. I was finally admitting to myself that Ifound Pam attractive.
The next meeting, I met Karen. She was really cute, and she looked likePam. She had really large breasts and hips. Her blouse buttons seemed tight.She had told me later that night, that after maintaining her weight forquite a while, she was gaining again. She told me that a support group wouldbe good for her. I can tell that way her husband acted, that her recentweight gain wasn't a problem for him. Karen mixed well with the group, andgot the names of some super-sized catalogs.
Pam and I had been spending a lot of time on the phone talking about thegroup, and other fat related topics. Pam had started asking me a lot ofquestions about FA's. She said she didn't understand her brother-in-law,but was afraid to ask him. After talking about it for a while, I think shewanted to know more about me and my preferences, than her brother in law.Some of her questions were like, "what happens if an FA finds a thinwoman attractive."
I am had told me that she was starting her group. She had the girls' phonenumbers, and was able to rent a room at her school. She didn't tell herboss at the fat farm, since what she was doing might eliminate the needfor the fat farm. She had done a basic outline of what she wanted to accomplish.
She had held her first meeting, and a lot of the girls signed up. She saidthat they had already started gaining the weight back, and were badly dressed.She said that some of them were still wearing their thin clothes, with thebuttons pulling and the seams tearing. Others were wearing their fat clothesfrom before the camp, which were several sizes too big. She had a good turnout,and many girls signed up.
Pam and I were getting more friendly. At first, we would talk business.Then we would do social things, and talk business. Now we were just doingsocial things. Some of the women at the size meetings were unhappy thatI was dating a thin woman, but they admired Pam for her work, plus I wasn'tdating anyone in the group.
As we were becoming familiar, her thinness was jokingly being considereda "defect" in our fat world of the fat rights group, the fat teenfashion group, and her fat family. I really hadn't been thinking too muchabout her thinness. For one thing, things were just happening, and besidesI was involved more with fat things with her, than any fat woman I dated.
I was having dinner with her sister, and her brother in law. She saidthat the class was going OK, but the girls just didn't seem motivated. It'smore like a class than a fun thing she said. She then said that she hada PTA meeting to go to next week, but hated to cancel the class. I offeredto hold the class, and tell about the fat group. Karen said she'd go to,and so did Bill. "Thanks she said, but one thing, Karen." Everyonelooked at her as she was dishing out her third helping of mashed potatoes.You outgrew that blouse about 15 helpings ago. I just covered the propersize clothes last week. Pam was able to talk like that to her sister withouthurting her feelings. Karen said that she had just bought some new clothesand a new bra. "Good," Pam said, "I wasn't going to mentionthe bra in mixed company, but I noticed that your cup runneth over."
I met Karen and Bill at the school, and we found the room. The girls seemedpleasant, and quite interested in learning about the men who liked fat women,and about the civil rights issues of being fat. The time went fast, andclass was over.
I had seen Pam the next day, and told her that things went well. The nightafter the following class, Pam asked what happened at the meeting. Why?,I asked. The girls kept talking about the meeting. They weren't like thatfor me. What am I doing wrong? I volunteered to go back and tell them moreabout the group, so I asked Pam if I could do it the following week so thatI could find out.
I had mentioned to the girls that Pam mentioned that they were more enthusiasticwhen she wasn't there. Well, we like Miss Gray, and she knows all aboutclothes, but she doesn't know what it's like to be fat. She's a gym teacher.At the fat farm, she was our exercise coach, and we know she's an expertat that. But how can she tell us it's OK to be fat, when she's thin. I toldthe students how she joined the group, and how she's been accepting of herfat family, and other fat people. The students liked her, but felt moreat ease with Karen. SHE knows what it's like.
I hated to go back and tell Pam about what the students said, since itwas important to her. Pam invited Karen and her husband to dinner that night,so we all talked about her class. "Well. . .," I said, "Thestudents do like you, but they feel more comfortable with someone large.They say that you don't know what it's like to be fat."
Pam didn't take it real well. "I've always felt that being fat shouldn'tbe cause for discrimination, and here I am being discriminated against becauseI'm not fat. I've got a class full of girls who don't respect me, and I'meven dating someone who hates my figure."
I started to explain that I still felt she was attractive, but she stoppedme. She apologized, and said that she was out of line. As desert was beingpassed around, she took passed the pie without taking a piece, and waitedfor everyone to take what they wanted. She then picked up the pie, put itin front of her, and ate the remainder of it--about half. "Going toput on a few pounds?," Karen said jokingly. "Yes!," Pam said.I think that all of us was too shocked to say anything. We also kind offigured that it would blow over.
I called Pam after school the next day. "I didn't suit up with mygirls today," she announced. I asked her if something was wrong. "No," she said. "I didn't want to work off that pie I had yesterday.""Are you really going to put on weight just because of the girls?"She told me that she was tired being a thin person living in a fat world.I told her that she should really think twice before trying to gain weight.
She told me that she had prepared herself most of her life to be fat. "Everyonein my family is fat. If I wasn't so active, I would have been fat a longtime ago. Now's the time for me to face the inevitable. While I've got athe girls who need a fat role model, and while I've met a guy who likeslarge women. I don't want my timing to be off. Now's the time for me tobe fat."
I tried to talk her out of it, since I felt guilty, both because I toldher about the girls, and because she knew that I was an FA. After I tried,I figured I'd give up. I figured that she would come to her sense beforeshe got too big.
However, nothing changed for the next week. She was eating a lot, and notexercising. I didn't say too much. One night, while we were discussing whereto eat, she said that she wanted to go to the mall. She went to a FashionBug, where on the other side of the wall was a Fashion Bug Plus. "Prettysoon, I'll be able to go over there," she said as she pointed to theplus side. "But I am up to a size 12. I didn't want the girls to seemy buttons pop."
At dinner, I thought that I would bring up her plans again, since it wasapparent she wasn't going to forget them. I asked her if she could stillbe a gym teacher if she got fat. She said that she didn't see a problem.She had tenure and a good union. "I am certified in several other areas,and I'm trying to be a counselor." We called it a night, and she said,"I'll bet you can't wait to see me in my larger clothes. I'll be inthem the next time we meet."
The next time we met, I came to the door, and she called me in. She wassitting on the couch with her sister's dress and bra on, and well stuffed.I thought she really looked great, but I had to hide my enthusiasm. "That'sa size 12," I asked jokingly. "Well, actually it's my sister'ssize 32 she outgrew. She used to save her old clothes for when she lostweight, but she gave them to me this time."
"Actually, she told me to wear them, fill it out, and then told meto see if I really wanted to gain weight. She wanted me to see what it'slike to have measurements in the 50's and 60's." "Well. . .?,"I asked. "Well, I thought I'd get your opinion." I told her thatI still didn't want to take responsibility to deciding her size. "Karen'shusband was ecstatic that she's gaining again, even though he doesn't encourageher."
I told her that I would like her at size 10 or 12 or 32 or anything inbetween. But then I reminded her that she didn't answer my question. "Well,does this answer your question?," as she opened her refrigerator doorto reveal cakes, and cookies. She then opened her the freezer door to revealseveral boxes of ice cream.
Karen called while I was there. She had apparently asked Pam about thedress, and told her to bring it back so that she could donate it to goodwill,along with Karen's other outgrown clothes. Pam asked Karen why she was goingto do that. Karen had apparently admitted that she would never fit in themagain. Pam then told Karen that she could use her old clothes. I guess Karenthought that Pam would be disgusted wearing a size 32, but Pam had no complaints.As a matter of fact, Pam was slow to take the padding out, and even worethe clothes all evening.
We had planned to meet the next weekend. I came over Saturday morning,and Pam led me to her bedroom. On her bed was a large pile of clothes. "Theseare all of Karen's clothes. Most of them start at size 20 and go to 32.I wanted to sort them, and put them away. Can you give me a hand."I wasn't sure why she got me involved, but I think that she wanted to getmy reaction to the different sizes. She would hold up a dress against her,and ask my opinion. At first she was asking how I liked the dress, but asshe went on, she changed the wording to how would I like her in that dress,she finally ended the questions how would I like her being that size. Onceshe found out that I would like her at a 32, she did the same with her bras,but rather than finding out my opinion, she was just trying to turn me on.
The size 20 dresses were mostly out of style. She tried several on. Karenand her husband was to join us for dinner. I was curious to see Karen, sinceI hadn't seen her before her last weight gain. Pam and I had packed awaythe clothes by size. Pam left on the last size 20 she tried on for dinner.Karen was noticeably larger when she came in. Karen saw Pam in her dress,and said, "Well I was hoping to get thin so that I could borrow yourclothes. I never thought you'd be the one borrowing mine."
"I thought you taught the girls not to wear clothes that were toobig," Karen said to Pam.
Pam kidded, "Just wait 'til you see the supper I cooked. I'll needthis dress tonight." The dinner was good, and this time Pam upstagedKaren with her eating, although Karen didn't do badly either.
Pam and I continued to date. As the school year went on, she went throughthe sizes from 12 to 18. We had started going to Lane Bryant, and the plusside of Fashion Bug. Pam liked the way she looked and felt. I thought thatshe might give up gaining, but it didn't look like she intended to.
I had asked her of her girls felt any closer to her since she had gained.She told me that not only were the girls in her evening class enthusiasticabout learning being big, but even the large girls in phys-ed class wereconfiding in Pam, and would come and ask her for help. "It's great,"Pam said. I feel that I am more of a help to the students now than whenI was a small woman.
I has asked Pam if there was any danger of her losing her job if she gottoo big, since she was a phys-ed teacher. She told me she doubted it, sincethe director of secondary education had a 350 pound wife, and they makeout more than the students. "As a matter of fact, he's been more friendlytowards me since I gained," she said.
Pam and I had continued dating. She ate large amount of food, but she stillwas very active. Her size 18 clothes were starting to be stretched to theirlimits by her increasing body. She came home, and put on her sister's clothes."Well, I guess we should stop and get some new clothes for me,"she said.
The next day, she called me very excited. "I've been promoted to guidancecounselor," she told me. The principal liked the way the large studentshave been asking me for advice. The only thing. . .I hope you mean it thatyou like really large women. I'll be sitting down all day. I expect thatI'll be getting large like my sister as the years go by. But I'll have towatch what I eat. I don't want to gain too quickly."
My feeling went from excited to disappointed, as she first told me thatshe would gain, and then tell me that she would watch what she ate. ButI was still looking forward to her celebration dinner. I met her at herplace, and was talking before going to dinner when she got a phone call.I couldn't figure out who it was. She told me that it was her boss at thediet camp. It seemed that few girls signed up for it.
"It looks like I got my point across," she said. "They aremore concerned about the way they dress than their weight. But the dietcamp sure is mad at me. They fired me for the summer, but I hadn't plannedto work there anyway. All the more reason for me to watch what I eat. Iknow I'm going to balloon up with much less exercise." I was admiringher new curves while she was on the phone, so I was a little disappointedthat she was talking about cutting back her eating.
We finally made it to the restaurant, and was seated. She ordered her usualmeal. For desert, she ordered her favorite hot fudge sundae, and savoredit as she ate it. When she was done, she leaned over and whispered to me.She wanted another one, but was too embarrassed to order one. I had orderedone for "myself," but she ate it.
We were driving home, and she was telling me how much more she craved things,now that she knew she couldn't have as much. She had gotten thirsty, andasked to stop for a soda. We stopped at McDonald's, and I let her orderher drink first. However, she surprised me by ordering another sundae. Iordered a sundae also, and a soda. She finished her sundae. I was deep inthought about how good she looked at size 20. I got carried away, and offeredher my sundae. I had tried not to encourage her to eat, but I couldn't resistthe urge. She ate my sundae.
When we finally got home, she sat down, and took off her belt. She pattedher stomach and complained how bloated she felt. "God I have to stopdoing this," she said. She then excused herself, and went to her room.She came out in an old pair of stretch pants, and a top. She looked at herdrooping breasts, which hung over her newly acquired midriff bulge. I usedto be firm without my bra, she said. She rambled on. "Well if I getas big as my sister, I'll droop with my bra. Oh well, too late now. WhenI gave up my phys ed job and my summer job I crossed the line."
Since she didn't have a summer job, Pam spent most of the time at home.With the combination of free time on her hands, and not exercising, shepiled on the pounds quickly. By the fourth of July, she had gone into asize 24. By the middle of August we were shopping for her new size 26 clothes.She had increased her cup size for the third time since we met, going froma 34B to a 46DD.
By the time school started, Pam was bulging out of her 26's. I asked herhow the first day of school went in her new job, and she told me that oneof her students from the night class asked why her clothes were so tight,since she had told them about proper fit.
"I was so embarrassed," she said. "I didn't think it waspossible to outgrow these clothes so fast. They were less than a month old."I asked her if she wanted to go shopping, and she told me that we couldlook at catalogs together. In the meantime, she hit her sister's old clothes,and found some 28's than fit.
"So what do you FAs think about tent dresses?" I told her thatthey were fine. She asked if FAs minded them, since they hid the large figure.I told her that it was just a part of getting fat.
"There's a point when a woman can't wear form fitting dresses. Althougha tent dress hides the fat, it's also a milestone," I said.
"Well, actually I don't mind wearing form fitting dresses at my sizenow--there's plenty available. It's just that I'm gaining so fast. I hateoutgrowing my clothes so fast--and it's embarrassing." She wrote anorder for several tent dresses, and some stretch pants.
Pam was getting towards the size of the most of the women I had dated.She was around 280 pounds heading towards 300. I hadn't encouraged her toeat since the day she had 4 sundaes. But I guess I didn't have to--I don'tthink I could have encouraged her to eat more even if I wanted to. But Ienjoyed the way her new figure looked. Even with her new bras that werean engineering feat, she was sagging. Her tummy was consuming more of herlap. With her hips growing, there were some chairs that she found uncomfortable.
Since it was fall, she started her evening classes again. She invited me,since some of the students were new. I watched Pam talk to the girls. Thistime, Pam was able to speak from experience, and gestured towards part ofher body when she explained different things. When I talked, the girls weremore interested than last time. The reason was that they knew that I wasdating Pam, and since she had grown pretty large, they were more convincedthat FA's really exist.
I hadn't seen Karen in a while. Pam had planned to have the foursome togetheragain. I was curious whether Karen was still gaining. I figured if she hadn'tthat Pam might catch up with Karen pretty soon. But Karen didn't let medown. She looked to be around 385 now. She gave Pam two bags of clothes."Well, since you want to get fat, you'll probably find a use for theseclothes. They're size 54 and 56. OK guys you can get your jollies--I'vejust started wearing size 58 this morning. Her dress was very plain. Hertummy had drooped over her upper legs. Her bra was enormous. Between thelarge cups, the thick straps, the bottom band which was 4 inches wide, andthe 6 inch wide back, it covered most of her upper body.
Dinner was fun. While neither Pam nor Karen ate anything out of the ordinary,they both had hearty appetites. Karen started talking about her weight gain,and how hard it was to find anything nice. Pam told Karen about some specialtycatalogs. Karen told Pam how she hated being so big, and commented on Pamwanting to be big. Pam told Karen that she never wanted to gain that fast,or get real big.
When Karen and her husband left, Pam sat down on the couched and startedto cry. Look how fat Karen got. And what really frightens me is that I'mgoing to get that big. She even gave me her old clothes. She then startedcrying louder. I'm even going to get too fat for you. I know you didn'tdate anyone over 320 or so. I calmed her down. I told her that she wouldnever be too big. I also told her that she didn't feel any different nowthan her girls.
She then went in the bedroom with the bags, and came out wearing a size56 dress. She started crying again. How could anyone like someone this size?She stretched it out in front of me and said, "you'd love me even ifI got this big?" I said, "yes." "But how can I be sureyou're just not saying it." I picked up a candy from the dish, putit in her mouth, and said, "I'd like you especially if you got thatbig." We became affectionate for a while. A little while after we stopped,I apologized for "feeding" her. "If you really meant it,it helped me a lot. Did you mean it?" "Yes, I dated only womenthat size, because that's all that I met. I would have dated much largerwomen. I guess it's my fantasy. But if you lose or stay the same I'll stilllove you. Weight shouldn't matter."
"But what about Karen. Do men really find that attractive?" Itold her about women who weighed much more than she did.
"Does her husband mind," I asked.
"No--he likes it. but I thought he was one of a kind."
"Do you find my sister attractive?"
"What a loaded question," I remarked. "I find you the mostattractive, because we have an emotional bond. Yes--your sister is attractive--and yes I find her more attractive as she gains." She told me thatshe didn't mean if I was interested in her-- but I see myself in her. Ididn't want to get that big. But I know that I could be--I guess as muchas I hate to admit it--will probably be. I've really enjoyed your company.It really reassures me that if and when I can come to you and tell you thatI've just popped a button on a size 56 dress that you'll stay by my side."I told her that she had nothing to worry about.
"Even if you pop out of a size 66 dress, I'll be there to help youinto a size 68."
"Oh god, I don't even want to think about numbers that big, "she said.
It was getting late, but she decided that she wanted to find some catalogsfor Karen. We looked at them, and she started to comment on them. She decidedthat she would pick out some nice things for her sister. I told her to pickthem out carefully.
"Why," she said.
"Well. . .," I said.
She said, "Yes. in case I get them as hand me downs."
The fall went quickly. She had hit 300 in the beginning of October. Shehad announced it to her evening class. There were several gasps, and thegirls commented how a year ago, they thought she was too small. But thegirls admired her ability to cope as a large person, and they wanted tobe just like her. Some of the girls had found FA boyfriends in high school,although they were harder to find.
Pam's weight gain had leveled off somewhat, but the winter holidays broughta bigger Pam. I had bought her a nice nightgown in November, but when sheput it on on Christmas, she barely squeezed in it. But any disappointmenton my part was overcome by my joy of seeing her breasts popping out of thesides and top of her nightgown. She knew I liked it, so she wore it a lot.But by the beginning of January, her breasts got so big, they ripped thenightgown beyond use.
The winter months meant staying in more, and less activity. She was around330, and quickly working her way through her 32's. She was wearing her sister'sclothes more, since her sister had some nice things in the higher sizes.She was also wearing her tent dresses, but even with those, there was onlyso much you can put in them, and she was reaching that limit.
One night when we met, she told me that she outgrew something. That didn'tsurprise me, since she hadn't been gaining so quickly since the summer.I handed her the catalogs, but she got her own out of her briefcase. Itwas an office supply catalog, and she was looking at desk chairs. I hadasked her if the school wasn't supposed to supply them. She said yes, butshe was embarrassed. I had suggested that she ask the FA supervisor. Shetold me that it wasn't his job.
"Well, maybe I'll ask. If he can't get me a chair, at least I'll turnthe old fart on."
A week later, I asked her about the chair, and she told me that he wasmore than helpful in getting a new chair.
"He wanted to know how big my hips were." I asked if she toldhim. She said no, and that he was disappointed until she told him she wantedan armless chair, so that no matter how big she got, the chair would fit.
As spring came around, I was admiring Pam as she sat on her couch. I wasdeep in thought. She was now bigger than any woman I had dated. Her backand sides were full of rolls. Her once muscular arms were fleshy. She hadhit 360. No matter how much fabric her tent dresses had, there was alwaysenough of her to fill it out.
She saw me look her over, and asked if she was grossing me out yet. I toldher that she would never do that. She got her sister's size 56 dress, andasked me that even if she got that big, would I still love her. I told heryes. She then put the dress on. She went to tug on the sides, to pull theexcess fabric, but her stomach and butt were pulling out the other sides."My god, I AM that big," she said. I said, "Yes, and I stilllove you." I then told her that it was time to get her sister's handdowns. She told me that she just talked to Karen, and that her weight stabilized.
She seemed a little upset, but she also seemed that it was inevitable,and that she figured she was fat anyway. "But what if I get fatterthan my sister?" I told her that it didn't matter. "As a matterof fact, you can pay her back all of those hand-me-downs," I said.
While I was with her, she got a call. It was her old boss from the fatfarm. He couldn't find anyone to lead the exercise, so he asked Pam. Pamhung up, and asked me if I wanted to have some fun. She said that he didn'tknow she wasn't the petite thing she was two years ago. He came the nextnight, and when Pam answered the door, his first question was, "IsPam there?"
Pam answered, "I AM Pam," she said.
"Er, well, uh," he stammered.
"That's OK," said Pam, "If you don't want me I'll understand."He quickly left.
"Actually, it would probably be better if I had something to do, butI should probably give up the summer and evening job. I could be considereda conflict of interest, now that I'm a counselor, and now that many of mygirls are in this school." Last summer, I gained so much weight.
The summer went on, and while she didn't gain as much as the previous summer,she continued her upward climb. By August, she was about 385. It was a newexperience for both of us. It seems as soon as she found comfortable seatingin public places, she would outgrow it. I thought that I knew all of theplaces for large women, but since she was almost 100 pounds more than otherwomen I had dated.
Karen and Pam were both around a size 58 now. For Karen, it was her size,since she had stabilized. But for Pam, it was just a stepping stone to largersizes. Pam had looked at some catalogs. She had ordered some size 60 clothes,and a 56F bra. She commented that she couldn't rely on her sister hand downsany longer, so she had to have clothes handy for when she gained.
When the clothes came, she tried on the dresses. They were a little big,so she put them aside. She tried on the bra which came in quite a largebox. There was no way she could reach back and hook so many hooks, so Ihelped her. It was quite a job getting it on her. She wasn't used to somany hooks, It took both of her chubby little hands to get her breasts tofit in the cups, and then adjust the wide straps. Even with the bra, herbreasts hung over her midriff and pointed down.
Fall seemed to go quickly, as Pam started her second year as counselor.She was still gaining, although not as quickly. Karen had invited us toher house for Thanksgiving dinner. As the women were piling their plateshigh with food, the subject of weight came up. Karen said that is she hadanother dinner like this, her weight may not continue to be stable. Pamsaid that since she was 400 pounds now, it didn't matter anymore. On theway home, I told her that I didn't know she had hit 400. She told me thatshe planned on telling me that night, but that it slipped out.
All the way home, I was really happy to have my first woman in her 400's.I looked over at her while she wasn't looking, and saw her tummy almosttouching the glove compartment. We walked into her apartment, and it seemedthat she moved a little slower.
"I don't know if it's psychological because I hit 400, but I can reallyfeel a difference in my body." she said. She had just sit down. I wasused to seeing her adjust her dress to get comfortable, but now she wasmoving her flesh to get comfortable. It seemed that her flesh was more fluid.She said that she was going braless, since she was uncomfortable in herbras, and quit wearing girdles, since she said it didn't matter if she looked5 pounds slimmer.
She raised her hands off of her body, and said, "Do you think 400pound women are attractive?" I looked at yards of material of her size60 dress crisscrossing her body going from one bulge to another, and answered,"very much so."
"Do you want me to get bigger?," she asked. I started to explainabout how it wasn't up to me to decide, and how I would like her no matterwhat.
"Cut the crap. Would you like me to get bigger. Would that turn youon." I was too overcome with emotion to give my standard answer.
"Yes!!," I said. She had pulled out a pictorial magazine of largepeople. She pointed out a story about a 500 pound woman.
"What if I get that big?"
"YES," I said. "YES!"
"I want to be that big, just to make you happy," she said. Shereached over and spent an hour polishing off a box of candy while we watchedlate night TV. I stayed over, since we were both off the next day.
We had gotten up the next morning. I asked her if she remembered what shesaid.
"Yes, why?," she said.
"You got a little carried away," I reminded her.
"What do you mean," she said.
"You said that you wanted to gain another 100 pounds," I remindedher.
"It's OK," she said, "I'll watch what I eat. But you don'tthink I'm too big now, do you?" I told her no. "Well, so, I'mat your limit?" I told her that she would look good at 500.
"But do YOU want to be 500?" I asked her. She told me that thelady in the magazine looked happy.
I'll tell you what. When fat people want to lose, they buy a nice dressat the weight they want to get down to. To show you that I'm serious aboutgaining I'll order a dress in size 70. What kind of dress would you likeme to get? I said, "A wedding dress?" She got out of her chair,and hugged me. It was the best hug I had, she encompassed me in her flesh.
She called Karen, and told her the news. She then found out who made Karen'sdress. Later in the day, she called the seamstress, and asked her to makea size 70 wedding dress. The seamstress wanted a fitting, but Pam didn'twant to explain. She told the seamstress to use standard dimensions. LuckilyPam was pretty well proportioned.
Pam and I figured how long it took her to gain, and figured it would takea year. But since she didn't want a wedding around Thanksgiving, and figuringit would be better if she was a little less rather than a little more, weset the date for late September. She got the magazine and looked at the500 pound woman, and said, "I can't wait until I'm 500. I'll be yourwife."
"Let's see, that's about 10 pounds a month. She got a calendar, andwrote 410 at the end of December, 420 on January, etc. I told her not toworry about it. But she was constantly monitoring her weight, trying tokeep on track.
She had done a pretty good job staying on track. Her body was growing moreeach day. She was having a hard time steering her car, as her stomach pushedits way forward. We ordered a sports wheel, which allowed more room forher growing body.
Her wedding dress came, and she tried it on. Of course it was too big,but it seemed to be proportioned well, so that it should fit well, aftershe gained. She was going into a new size every other month. Her supervisorwas astonished with her gain. He was getting nicer and nicer to her.
The weather was getting nicer in March. She had put on a new warm weatherdress. It reminded me of a circus fat lady dress. It was like a sun dress.Her fleshy arms hung out of the sides. I commented how it was different."Well, it's hard to cover 440 pounds, and still be comfortable,"she said. Despite the fact that the increase in her tummy was astoundingin the past few months, she was walking tall and proud.
As time went on, she continued to gain. She loved to eat, and she lovedthe fact that the more she ate, the closer she was to wearing that size70 wedding dress. But by May, she was less concerned about the wedding dress,and more concerned about replacing her size 64 sun dress that was tighterthan a girdle around her stomach and hips. She had several size 66 dressessent overnight express. Her old dress was literally splitting at the seems.
The summer was going quickly. Towards the end of June, she invited me tolook at some dresses in the catalog. She didn't want to wait until the lastminute like last time. We sat together looking, but her growing hips keptme from getting too close to the rest of her. She told me that when we weremarried, she would need regular clothes in size 70, too. So she orderedsome 68's and some 70's. Some things, she had ordered previously in 66's.She was gaining so rapidly that she outgrew sizes before the seasons changed.
The clothes came in a week, and she put the 70's aside until we were married.She had gained enough that she was ready for the 68's. Only July 4, we wentto a fireworks display. While she looked into the sky and ooh and ahed,I quietly admired the way she filled out her new size 68 dress.
Things were falling in place as she hit 490 and still gaining. On our weddingday, she had actually hit 506 pounds, but she fit well in her wedding dress.After the wedding, she put on her size 70's dresses.
As the weeks went on, she hadn't stopped gaining. I didn't know what sheplanned to do about her weight, since we hadn't discussed it. It seems thatshe didn't give it much thought either, until she barely get into her dress.I told her it was time for Federal Express again. She said that her catalogdidn't go higher than a size 70.I guess I'll have to make something to wear.I told her that I didn't know she could sew, and she said that she wasn'tgreat at it. She squeezed her flesh into her old size dress, and went tothe fabric store. She came home, and got busy on her sewing machine. I wasdoing something else, and she came several hours later wearing her creation.
It looked like something from Lane Bryant in the 50's. It was a sleevelessmuumuu. Her fleshy arms hung from the sides, and the fabric was pushed outin the front by her stomach, and pushed out in the back by her butt.
I just kind of stared at her for a while. Pam started crying, and said,"Yes, I know this is really awful. I stressed looking good at any size,and now here I am over 500 pounds in a muumuu. I know I look really bad."I came over and kissed her.
"No, I think you look great. I remember as a child admiring reallyfat women. They all wore clothes just like that. I guess that I just associatethose clothes with really big women. I'd love you to wear nothing else."
Pam made some more. They are her wardrobe now. We don't keep track of herweight or dress size. But she has had to make several bigger ones. She quither job, so she spends most of her time at home now. While she didn't wantto be a professional woman in a muumuu, she also loves to eat whenever shewants.