~BBW, Eating, ~SWG -An encourager relates his greatest achievement
I started fattening women early. My very first target was also my very first girlfriend. I hadn't yet graduated high school but knew even then about my preference for larger ladies, and I recognized that this girl had a lot of potential. She was fully developed. Or so I thought. She developed quite a bit more over the next several years. More on that later.
When I went after her, I only knew one thing about her for certain. She loved food. That was a good baseline for seeing her gain, but then, on our very first date, she mentioned that on a recent doctor appointment, she had gained seven pounds, but, and I quote, "If God wants me to get fat, I'll get fat, simple as that!"
The first part of that sentence let me know that this relationship wouldn't, get very far (never got past first base) but that second bit made me stick with it. I decided to encourage her gaining, but I was going to have to be sneaky about it.
I never told her I liked larger women, never tried to convince her to eat something when she really didn't want to, nothing like that, but encouragement just the same.
We mostly saw each other during lunchtime at school, and I would offer my dessert at lunch, if I made her angry, I made up for it with cupcakes, and for Valentine's Day, I gave her three one pound bars of chocolate.
The relationship ended by spring break, but by then, we had the same group of friends, so we still ate lunch together, and we ended up being platonic friends, amd I kept encouraging her to eat.
It worked. In Community College the next year I saw one day that she was wearing pants that hadn't quite ripped yet, but I could actually see between the stitches to her light blue panties. Always hoped to see that again, but never did.
All I can suppose is that, at the end of the day, they gave out on her. Which would definitely explain what happened in the next few months. That's when she started her many attempts to diet. As a friend I subtley fought back against that, and made a differencet. She definitely didn't get as much exercise done when I was around, and her caloric intake was probably twice what it was when I was somewhere else.
This observation is saying something. This girl could eat more than I've ever seen, even when I wasn't trying to encourage her, so you can imagine how much she ate when I WAS. At a buffet, without me even talking to her, she could half my weight, in desserts alone! If I was there, she would eat my full weight and more. Well, not really - but it seemed that way. With me around, this girl never walked away from a buffet without feeling like she was about to explode, unable to bend in the middle.
At normal restaurants, I was more than willing to sacrifice some of my food, sneak it onto her plate when she was in the bathroom. It definitely helped that she had a sweet tooth the size of Alaska, so I could practically guarantee she'd eat dessert.
All of these things combined meant that I was easily one of the biggest reasons for her diets failing, and, a few times, I stopped the diet before it began. I always tried for that, but wasn't very successful at convincing her.
I was rewarded, though,with some VERY sexy moments for my efforts. She wasn't really expecting anyone to deny her weight problem, and she always would try to prove she had one. Once, she used a measuring tape to measure out her waist right in front of me (34in.) and one, GLORIOUS time she pulled her shirt halfway up and started jiggling her belly at me like there was no tomorrow.
I learned a lot about her exact weight gain, which really msade her feel insecure. She felt comfortable enough to complain to me about how fat she was getting, how she needed to diet, etc. I even got a lot of the actual numbers. Sometimes she would "whisper" her weight to one of our friends. She is a terrible whisperer.
I got some numbers from that, but then there's this. Both of us had been high school athletes (Me in football, her in softball) and once a year, all athletes were required to get a checkup at the local clinic. The school drove everyone at the same time in a bus, and the two of us always sat together. On the way back, we both had a slip of paper with our height, weight and blood pressure. She was bad at hiding it, and I was curious. It was always around between five and ten pounds per year. The summer of our senior year though, she had only gained three pounds, from 164 to 167. It was a bit disappointing, but the next five months were NOT.
I don't know how much of this I can take credit for, but between August and January, she gained 22 pounds. 189 pounds. Medically obese. I know I can't take all the credit for that, but I did more encouraging in that space of time, than I had done at any point in the prior two years. Now, both she and I have birthdays in October, and we celebrated both of them at school with our friends. On both of those occasions, I brought a cake without telling her, because I knew she would bringing a cake.
With two cakes, everyone ate about twice as much so no one was offended. Except in her case. She ate more than that. To be sure of that, I cut her pieces larger than everyone else's. This girl has a big appetite, so she ate what was put in front of her. That's what I'd been exploiting for years, but now I was taking it to another level. I just kept handing her another piece as soon as she was done. And she would eat them.
On my own birthday, I got her to eat five pieces. On hers, only 3, but for my present, I gave her five one pound chocolate bars and a dozen cupcakes. Best part is, both of these celebrations, she was the one who brought the uneaten pieces of BOTH CAKES home with her. Knowing her and her family, she probably ate at least half of that herself. Considering her gain, I'd actually say that's the most likely scenario.
Unfortunately, she went on the one effective diet she's ever been on in January, and she managed to lose about 20 pounds and an extra 10 after graduation.
She doesn't live close to me anymore, but every time she comes to visit home, we meet up. And she overeats. Always. I make sure of that. On one occasion I brought her to Dairy Queen, and ordered one of their biggest sundaes "to share." I hardly ate any of it. This was after a full meal at Pizza Hut.
We went to Wal-mart after DQ, and I noticed her loosening her belt a few notches. Dead sexy. That could describe everything about watching her slowly pack pounds back on, now that she has gone off her diet. And the idea that I might be contributing to this is a good one. Not too unjustified, either.
Bottom line: this plan is working. She's moved up a size this year and says her new pants are getting way too tight. I like to think that's because of me, but honestly, it's got more to do with that she's almost living off of donations and fast food. I am a minor blip, causing some damage, but not too very much.
On the other hand, she has said that every time we hang out, her clothes are that much tighter the next morning. She's joking when she blames me, but it's true. I practically throw food at her when we're together. She hasn't caught on to the fact that I'm actually doing it on purpose, and I don't think she ever will.
She definitely eats a lot around me, I make sure of that. If we're out of town, i take her to eat at Dairy Queen, or, more often, The Cheesecake Factory. When we watch a movie at my house, I get her to eat 3 bowls of popcorn. That's not bags. We use an air popper and actually pop kernels, and one bowl is roughly equal to 2 bags.
If we're at her house, there's always ice cream. ALWAYS. I ask if I can have some, she gets the idea, and five minutes later, she's halfway through a pint carton.
Yesterday, she dropped by to give me a book I'd lent her. I gave her a hug, picking her up as is my custom, she told me to put her down because I might "hurt myself!"
I told her she was lighter than ever, she started showing off her muffin top, complaining about how she couldn't wear any of her cute clothes because they would put her muffin top out on display. She stayed in the house for about fifteen minutes, walked out with a chocolate bar. It's harder to keep this up,now that we don't see each other every day, but that doesn't mean I'm done. No. Challenge accepted.
I look at it like his. I'm not forcing her to get fat. She's doing that on her own. I'm not the villain. I'm the enabler
true story
Encourager's Confession
by Cylon_Bob (aka elsewhere as Bob123456787998)
by Cylon_Bob (aka elsewhere as Bob123456787998)
I started fattening women early. My very first target was also my very first girlfriend. I hadn't yet graduated high school but knew even then about my preference for larger ladies, and I recognized that this girl had a lot of potential. She was fully developed. Or so I thought. She developed quite a bit more over the next several years. More on that later.
When I went after her, I only knew one thing about her for certain. She loved food. That was a good baseline for seeing her gain, but then, on our very first date, she mentioned that on a recent doctor appointment, she had gained seven pounds, but, and I quote, "If God wants me to get fat, I'll get fat, simple as that!"
The first part of that sentence let me know that this relationship wouldn't, get very far (never got past first base) but that second bit made me stick with it. I decided to encourage her gaining, but I was going to have to be sneaky about it.
I never told her I liked larger women, never tried to convince her to eat something when she really didn't want to, nothing like that, but encouragement just the same.
We mostly saw each other during lunchtime at school, and I would offer my dessert at lunch, if I made her angry, I made up for it with cupcakes, and for Valentine's Day, I gave her three one pound bars of chocolate.
The relationship ended by spring break, but by then, we had the same group of friends, so we still ate lunch together, and we ended up being platonic friends, amd I kept encouraging her to eat.
It worked. In Community College the next year I saw one day that she was wearing pants that hadn't quite ripped yet, but I could actually see between the stitches to her light blue panties. Always hoped to see that again, but never did.
All I can suppose is that, at the end of the day, they gave out on her. Which would definitely explain what happened in the next few months. That's when she started her many attempts to diet. As a friend I subtley fought back against that, and made a differencet. She definitely didn't get as much exercise done when I was around, and her caloric intake was probably twice what it was when I was somewhere else.
This observation is saying something. This girl could eat more than I've ever seen, even when I wasn't trying to encourage her, so you can imagine how much she ate when I WAS. At a buffet, without me even talking to her, she could half my weight, in desserts alone! If I was there, she would eat my full weight and more. Well, not really - but it seemed that way. With me around, this girl never walked away from a buffet without feeling like she was about to explode, unable to bend in the middle.
At normal restaurants, I was more than willing to sacrifice some of my food, sneak it onto her plate when she was in the bathroom. It definitely helped that she had a sweet tooth the size of Alaska, so I could practically guarantee she'd eat dessert.
All of these things combined meant that I was easily one of the biggest reasons for her diets failing, and, a few times, I stopped the diet before it began. I always tried for that, but wasn't very successful at convincing her.
I was rewarded, though,with some VERY sexy moments for my efforts. She wasn't really expecting anyone to deny her weight problem, and she always would try to prove she had one. Once, she used a measuring tape to measure out her waist right in front of me (34in.) and one, GLORIOUS time she pulled her shirt halfway up and started jiggling her belly at me like there was no tomorrow.
I learned a lot about her exact weight gain, which really msade her feel insecure. She felt comfortable enough to complain to me about how fat she was getting, how she needed to diet, etc. I even got a lot of the actual numbers. Sometimes she would "whisper" her weight to one of our friends. She is a terrible whisperer.
I got some numbers from that, but then there's this. Both of us had been high school athletes (Me in football, her in softball) and once a year, all athletes were required to get a checkup at the local clinic. The school drove everyone at the same time in a bus, and the two of us always sat together. On the way back, we both had a slip of paper with our height, weight and blood pressure. She was bad at hiding it, and I was curious. It was always around between five and ten pounds per year. The summer of our senior year though, she had only gained three pounds, from 164 to 167. It was a bit disappointing, but the next five months were NOT.
I don't know how much of this I can take credit for, but between August and January, she gained 22 pounds. 189 pounds. Medically obese. I know I can't take all the credit for that, but I did more encouraging in that space of time, than I had done at any point in the prior two years. Now, both she and I have birthdays in October, and we celebrated both of them at school with our friends. On both of those occasions, I brought a cake without telling her, because I knew she would bringing a cake.
With two cakes, everyone ate about twice as much so no one was offended. Except in her case. She ate more than that. To be sure of that, I cut her pieces larger than everyone else's. This girl has a big appetite, so she ate what was put in front of her. That's what I'd been exploiting for years, but now I was taking it to another level. I just kept handing her another piece as soon as she was done. And she would eat them.
On my own birthday, I got her to eat five pieces. On hers, only 3, but for my present, I gave her five one pound chocolate bars and a dozen cupcakes. Best part is, both of these celebrations, she was the one who brought the uneaten pieces of BOTH CAKES home with her. Knowing her and her family, she probably ate at least half of that herself. Considering her gain, I'd actually say that's the most likely scenario.
Unfortunately, she went on the one effective diet she's ever been on in January, and she managed to lose about 20 pounds and an extra 10 after graduation.
She doesn't live close to me anymore, but every time she comes to visit home, we meet up. And she overeats. Always. I make sure of that. On one occasion I brought her to Dairy Queen, and ordered one of their biggest sundaes "to share." I hardly ate any of it. This was after a full meal at Pizza Hut.
We went to Wal-mart after DQ, and I noticed her loosening her belt a few notches. Dead sexy. That could describe everything about watching her slowly pack pounds back on, now that she has gone off her diet. And the idea that I might be contributing to this is a good one. Not too unjustified, either.
Bottom line: this plan is working. She's moved up a size this year and says her new pants are getting way too tight. I like to think that's because of me, but honestly, it's got more to do with that she's almost living off of donations and fast food. I am a minor blip, causing some damage, but not too very much.
On the other hand, she has said that every time we hang out, her clothes are that much tighter the next morning. She's joking when she blames me, but it's true. I practically throw food at her when we're together. She hasn't caught on to the fact that I'm actually doing it on purpose, and I don't think she ever will.
She definitely eats a lot around me, I make sure of that. If we're out of town, i take her to eat at Dairy Queen, or, more often, The Cheesecake Factory. When we watch a movie at my house, I get her to eat 3 bowls of popcorn. That's not bags. We use an air popper and actually pop kernels, and one bowl is roughly equal to 2 bags.
If we're at her house, there's always ice cream. ALWAYS. I ask if I can have some, she gets the idea, and five minutes later, she's halfway through a pint carton.
Yesterday, she dropped by to give me a book I'd lent her. I gave her a hug, picking her up as is my custom, she told me to put her down because I might "hurt myself!"
I told her she was lighter than ever, she started showing off her muffin top, complaining about how she couldn't wear any of her cute clothes because they would put her muffin top out on display. She stayed in the house for about fifteen minutes, walked out with a chocolate bar. It's harder to keep this up,now that we don't see each other every day, but that doesn't mean I'm done. No. Challenge accepted.
I look at it like his. I'm not forcing her to get fat. She's doing that on her own. I'm not the villain. I'm the enabler
true story
