It all started about four years ago while I was still in my last year of High
school.I have always been very fond of the padded figure on a girl, but I
never realized how much until I met Paula. I used to go to the bowling alley
with my friends just to hang out. That is where I first saw her. She used to
bowl on a league every week, and I was finding myself watching her more than I
was paying attention to my friends. She had the cutest little body on wheels.
She was 5 feet tall and weighed around 115 pounds, a size 6 and a 34 B when I
met her. She had the most adorable little bubble butt though, which is what
attracted me to her at first. The only draw back was that she smoked and I
really don't care for smoke on a girls breath.
So with Prom time rolling and me needing a date, this was my opportunity!
I asked her to go with me and she happily accepted my invitation. I made her a
deal though, if she quit smoking then I would very much like to turn the
relationship into more than just a date to Prom. Lucky me, she said that she
was very attracted to me and that she would would do anything to make our
relationship work out. So we went to Prom together and had a great time as a
couple for the first time in public. Everyone thought that we made the cutest
little couple. When we would dance together though, I just didn't have that
spark with her, something was wrong. Why did I find her little tushy so
attractive but not the rest of her body. Then it dawned on me. I was attracted
to her butt because it was so round and soft, that's when I started working my
charm on her. I would tell her that she was wasting away and I was too worried
about her becoming anorexic (I really was), but I did not pester her about her
weight or pressure her. I knew that because she had stopped smoking that I
would begin to see some results, I just had to be patient. With summertime
here I didn't really notice any changes, she had always worn cutoff sweats,
and boy did her little butt look good in them. I would take her out all the
time for dinner and we would occasionally go out for ice cream. My intention
at the time wasn't really to put pounds on her but as summertime came to a
close, that is apparently what had happened. I just didn't notice, probably
because I saw her everyday. She could no longer get her size 6 jeans on
anymore and she skipped right over 8's too. I hid my excitement, that is when
i realized i wanted her to continue to pack on the pounds on that cute little
plump butt. But you know how 95% of women are, she started mentioning the
dreaded "D" word. She wanted to go on a diet. I took it as a good opportunity
though too see how serious she was going to be about it. I had the Freshman 15
idea in the back of my mind the whole time. This is the first time away from
home for her since she was starting college. We went out the night before she
left for school. I stopped to fill up my gas tank on the way and I picked her
up a going away present,two large bags of candy bars. She was kind of upset
with me when she seen them because she was still talking about dieting but
opened the bag anyway and starting munching along the drive until we got to
the restaurant where I took her. When we went in she ordered a steak and the
All-you-can-eat buffet. Some diet I thought as the cashier rung up our total.
She started off with a salad, then she went to work. She had three plates of
food polished off before they brought her steak out. She was starting too slow
down but she finished the steak. While she was finishing off her dinner I got
up and went to use the pay phone to check when our movie started that we were
going to see. On my way back to the table I stopped by the dessert bar and
fixed her a huge Banana Split (that was her favorite), when I got back to the
table I saw where she had gone up to the buffet again and was cleaning off
another plate. When she saw the Banana Split she was excited but she had eaten
to the point of bursting. She thought that it was very sweet that I remembered
that she liked banana splits. She said that this is the last night she will be
able to eat well so she would try to finish all of it, after all, we all know
what school food is like. She did manage to get down every bite, but she had
to undo her jeans button because they were digging into her softening tummy.
Afterward we went and saw a movie but she fell asleep of all things, the I
realized that she really was changing and maybe it wasn't so bad that she was
sleeping through the movie. I took her to her dorm the next day so she could
get settled in to her routine of school. She was winded from walking up the
flight of stairs, definitely not in the same shape that she was during Bowling
league season. She went into her dorm and dove on the bed, I was right behind
her and I landed on top of her. My hand slid around and felt her tummy. She no
longer had the hard feel but instead I had a hand full of flesh. I asked her
if she had put on a few pounds, she got irritated when I asker her that for
some reason. She said that she weighed 145 pounds but that was about to be a
thing of the past. Looking back, she could not have been more right! Well I
kissed her goodbye and good luck and I left, promising that I would be back to
see her at Christmas break. I went to school across the state so we wouldn't
be able to see each other because of our schedules. I would call occasionally
to see how she was doing and she would always sound depressed. I asked her
what was the matter but she would always brush it off. I thought that she was
struggling with her school work but actually she was doing great, that was her
problem she claimed though. She had no time to do anything else but eat,
sleep, and study. I didn't see anything wrong with that. The time really
seemed to fly though. It was becoming the Christmas season so I asked her what
she needed. She said that she needed clothes very badly. Well stupid me is
still thinking about her saying that she wanted to diet, so I bought her a
couple pair of size 6 jeans and some sweatshirts. Lucky thing I kept my
receipts!! When I went to pick her up on Christmas break this was the last
thing I expected to see. My little Paula had become a bona fide plumper right
before my eyes. Forget the Freshman 15, it was more like 50. She started
crying when I came into the room. I ran over and gave her a hug, but when she
saw that I didn't mind touching her, she stopped crying. I asked her what she
was crying over. She said that she had become a disgusting pig and that I
wouldn't love her. I sat her down and explained to her how it really was and
that I had secretly been rooting her weight gain on all along, but that she
seemed to get upset when she would gain weight so I kept quiet. She smiled at
me and gave me the best kiss, among other things, I have ever gotten. I
ordered 3 large pepperoni pizzas that night to show her I was serious about
what I had said to her. She struggled but I fed her every single bite till it
was all a memory except on those beautiful widening hips. She asked me why I
didn't say anything sooner. "Look how much chubbier I could be if you would
have said something"! She could really pack it in now, that was for sure! Her
face had softened considerably and her hips filled out and plumped up nicely.
Her breasts were also straining her 40D bra that she had bought also. I could
be here all day talking about how plush her bottom had become but I will leave
that for your imagination. Her belly was also fighting for room in the size 20
jeans that I returned for the first ones I bought. She had turned chunkier
than I could have imagined thinking back to Prom. Gone was that little twig
that I was with, now all that remained was a shimmering body of expanding
flesh that would become larger by the years with my encouragement. Anna Nicole
didn't look better in her plumpest days as my little sweetheart does now!
She can now eat 6 banana splits at one time and to show my appreciation
I give her some of the best massages possible on her ever expanding soft body.
My "little" Paula is more than my little plumper now, she is my BBW wife!