Tad
Dimensions' loiterer
~BBW (Multiple), Romance, Sex, ~MWG - Shy FA re-encounters an old interest anter both have gained experiance and (in her case) more
[Author's note: I'm starting to copy over my stories from my own web page to the Dimensions' story boards. This story was originally posted on my web page some years ago, in the 'innocent' section.]
I - Initial Encounter
I met Michelle just after she started dating Jim, a classmate of mine. We were just starting our final year of law school. She was a sophomore, so I got to feel a sense of moral superiority about how at least I wasnt robbing the cradle. She was cute, with raven black hair framing a round, pale, snub-nosed face with just a hint of freckles and surprisingly blue eyes. She was on the short side, and a little more rounded than fashion would encourage.
When I say "a little more" I have to vclarify. It was not, to my disappointment, that she was fat, just that she was naturally a little full in the hip, round in the face, and well filled-out in the chest. Put together she had just enough extra flesh on her to tie it together in a curvy little package.
Since I privately considered Jim to be a little shallow I was not surprised that hed date a doting younger woman. What amazed me was that hed date one who wasnt a model of fashion correctness.
Despite the difference in ages, I found Michelle to be fun, interesting, and kind of captivating. She also had a certain stillness about her that somehow always made her seem slightly apart from the hurly-burly of everyday life. She also packed on a little bit of weight that year, but so did Jim. In fact a few comments were made about how she was domesticating him, when it came out that they set every Saturday night aside for videos and pizza.
The added weight just piqued my interest, but she was dating a class mate, and she was too young. Although I was somewhat attracted to her, I knew I didnt want to get involved with anyone who wasnt much, and I honestly mean much, larger.
In due course we finished our final exams, spent a few days trying to catch up a years worth of missed sleep, then started our articling assignments. Mine was in a satellite city, while Jim had managed to land one right downtown, not far from the school. Somewhat to my surprise, he kept dating Michelle. Somewhat to my disappointment on the rare occasions that I saw them Michelle wasnt noticeably bigger. I periodically managed to get together with classmates, and speculation began about when Jim & Michelle would get engaged.
For some reason I wanted to see what shed look like as a bride, so I made a point of staying in email contact with Jim, and somewhere during the year also with Michelle. Actually, I probably exchanged mail more with Michelle than Jim.
Life carried on. I finished my articling, and managed to pass the bar exams with a solid but not spectacular performance. I was not invited back to the firm where Id articled, but then again I knew I wouldnt be, they simply churned through articling students as cheap labor. Instead I found a position working with an elderly lawyer up in cottage country north of the city. He was heading towards retirement and was looking for someone to buy out his practice. It seemed like a good plan to me, as all I was looking for was a nice solid practice that would give me a comfortable life, and enough time to enjoy it.
My class organized a last bash for all of us who had passed the bar. Jim and Michelle were there, and I ended up chatting with Michelle for a while when Jim had wandered off. It turned out that her family lived a couple of hours further on up the road from where Id be, so she was going to be back and forth that way periodically. I gave her an open invitation to visit me when she was, or just when she wanted to get out of town.
I was a little surprised when she gave me a call just a month later. We met for lunch one Friday as she was headed home for her mothers birthday. After that I seemed to see her every month or two, sometimes with Jim, more often without. I couldnt help but to mentally rejoice in the fact that she seemed to be filling out againquite visibly so. Indeed, by Thanksgiving she easily qualified as plump, with a tummy that she couldnt suck in, a double chin, and hips that were starting to have a fairly nice width to them.
The subject sort of came up once when she changed her order at lunch to have a salad instead of fries. She simply commented that Jim was working such long hours that they were ordering in most nights, so shed been having too much fried food. I commented that it was important to get your vegetables too, and made sure to tell her how great she looked before she left.
Just before Christmas, I heard through the grapevine that Jim and Michelle had broken up. I was a little surprised to receive a call from her not long after that, asking to meet for dinner on the Friday night a few days before Christmas. I agreed, feeling a little awkward, but curious for gossip.
We met at what I considered my towns best restaurant, a mostly Italian place that somewhat trendy but which at least had decent food and good sized servings. Michelle unrepentantly ordered appetizer, soup, main course, and eventually dessert, all to my delight.
It didnt take us long to get to the subject of their break up, and it seemed to mostly have been a case that Jim was in love with his job, with little time for anything or anyone else. He seemed to have assumed that Michelle would just wait for whatever scraps of time he had, and when shed demanded a bigger share of his attention hed balked, and that had been that.
After wed had an aperitif at the bar while waiting for our table, and split a bottle of wine, she admitted over dessert My weight probably had something to do with it too. Jim gained too, so he never really said anything about it, but he was getting a lot less attentive physically.
I said something non-committal, then she inquired You like bigger girls though, dont you?
I felt like a deer in the head lights. After an eternal second or two I decided to be totally honest, and admitted that I did.
I thought so, Ive noticed that your eyes tend to go to the bigger women, and unlike most guys you glance at their bellies first, not their boobs.
I blurted out I didnt realize I was so obvious.
Michelle replied Oh, probably not to most people, certainly not to most guys. But Im pretty observant, I notice things like that.
Well, youre right. Im what is sometimes called a fat admirer, or FA. Modern fashion is much too thin for my taste, I like some flesh on a woman.
How much flesh? was her probing reply.
I shrugged, trying to stay nonchalant. It varies. It isnt like that is the only thing I care about.
Ten pounds? Twenty? A hundred?
Uh, yah, up in that sort of range.
Two hundred?
Well, I wouldnt put a limit on it that way. I guess I want the woman to be healthy and happy, that is the biggest thing.
So, as long as she was healthy and happy, she could keep getting fatter and you wouldnt mind?
I held a brief mental debate, and decided to be completely honest.
Id love it. Besides being an FA, Im what they call a feeder, I love to see a woman eat, and I love to see a woman get fatter. Thats why youve never seen me with a girl friend, I know Id try and encourage anyone I went out with to gain, but I wouldnt do that to anyone who didnt want it, so I may never find that right girl.
Michelle seemed fascinated, but I firmly moved the discussion on to other topics. Ahile later she decided the drinks had worn off enough that she could continue the drive up to her parents place.
After Christmas we exchanged periodic emails, and it was clear that despite the break up with Jim, she wanted to continue to be in touch with me. In mid-February she phoned me one evening, and said she had a pair of tickets to the annual food and wine show that was coming up, and was wondering if Id like to go.
After all, she said I know with you I can sample food until Im ready to burst and you wont give me that disapproving look.
Somewhat warily I agreed, and commented that if I was going to sample the wines Id best book a hotel room.
She replied, Oh, I was wondering if you wanted to stay over with me?
There was a difficult pause before I answered I dont think that would be a good idea. You were going out with a sort of friend of mine until recently, I wouldnt want to give any wrong impressions.
She said that was fine, and we arranged the details.
A few weeks later I met her at a coffee shop near where the wine and food show was being held. She was wearing a bulky sweater that hid her body fairly well, but I thought her face looked rounder than ever. A quick hug and double cheek kiss, and we were off to the show. Everything was priced in tickets, kind of like midway rides when I was a kid. I was going to start with twenty dollars worth, but Michelle started off with fifty dollars worth, so I matched that. On top of twenty dollars to get in, I could see how this could be a big money making enterprise!
I soon decided that the money was well spent, however. Besides sampling many wines that were new to me, in one once sampler glasses, we ate from many of the best restaurants in the city. Michelle was an educated consumer, looking over the offerings carefully and commenting on them intelligently. I learned a lot about food that afternoon.
However more exciting was Michelles apparent ability to just keep eating and eating. The servings were small, intended as samplers only. Still, she went through her $50 of tickets mostly on food, and went back and bought another thirty bucks worth. Id spent much of mine on wine, and was still full.
When she came back from buying the additional tickets she commented that she was too hot, and she took off her sweater. Underneath she was wearing what Id describe as a halter top, except that it was dressier, being a deep black with subtle sparkles in it. It was also form fitting, and I suddenly had no doubt that her form had grown larger lately. I guess the direction of my gaze was obvious, because she patted her stomach and said Its happy with how its been fed lately.
Following that, I was sure she went around picking the places with the most blatantly rich foods. Pasta in creams sauces, cakes, puddings, scallops, and so on. Forty five minutes later she was out of tickets, and rubbing her belly, commenting Well, I didnt manage to sample everything here, but I think I did a pretty good job. Maybe if I keep practicing Ill do better next year.
Practicing? I inquired.
Sure, by stretching out my stomach regularly, she replied with a wink.
After that we went back to the coffee shop. It was only 6pm, so I asked if shed like to go do anything else.
Sure. She replied. This has been a blast, Ive been there before but never dared really try as many things as I wanted to, so this was a dream come true, but I could go do something else.
After a short pause, she added So long as it doesnt involve any eating or drinking for a while, or any too much movement. I feel like I can barely waddle, or for that matter breathe.
I laughed, and suggested a movie. There was a romantic comedy that I wanted to see, and she confirmed that she hadnt seen it either. She did offer to go see something that was less of a chic flick, but I admitted I had a weakness for romantic comedies. We picked up a newspaper and found it playing reasonably soon and close by, so I flagged a cab and off we went.
The movie wasnt bad, but Michelle fell asleep part way through. Afterwards she was mortified, but I assured her that after eating so much I could understand the need for a nap.
Then she admitted This may sound crazy, but now Im hungry again!
We wandered around a bit and finally went into a Vietnamese restaurant where we had rice paper rolls and pho soup. Michelle ran out of room part way through the soup, which didnt surprise me but seemed to annoy her.
It was close to 10pm by that point, and I suggested we head for our respective beds.
That definitely disappointed her. Honestly, Jim and I are done, you wouldnt be messing with anything. Have you even talked to him in the last six months?
I admitted No, Ive not talked to him without you around in over a year.
I always had the impression that you found me attractive, even if I was small for you. But Im pretty sure you must like how Ive been filling out, and how much I ate today. Am I wrong?
You are attractive, and also interesting and fun. Of course I love seeing you get fatter, and eating so much, but I guess that is the problem. You only broke up with Jim a few months ago, you are still on the rebound, youve admitted that you worried about your weight. You are probably still on the rebound, and right now eating as you want is fun, and the extra weight isnt a bothering you, and Im around and will approve of it, but, well, Im not so sure that youll still be happy about it a year from now.
Oh come on, give me some credit! Just because you are a few years older doesnt always mean you know better. I know perfectly well what I like and what I dont, and Id like you to accept that!
Look, I know this seems like what you want right now, but I dont want to enable it when it is probably just sort of a fling with food, so
Crap to that. Look, I cant make you sleep with me, actually Im not even sure Id want you to right now, but at the same time you cant stop me from getting fat.
With that she turned and stalked away into the night, and I figured she was out of my life forever.
(continued in next post)
[Author's note: I'm starting to copy over my stories from my own web page to the Dimensions' story boards. This story was originally posted on my web page some years ago, in the 'innocent' section.]
Me & Michelle
by Ed-X
by Ed-X
I - Initial Encounter
I met Michelle just after she started dating Jim, a classmate of mine. We were just starting our final year of law school. She was a sophomore, so I got to feel a sense of moral superiority about how at least I wasnt robbing the cradle. She was cute, with raven black hair framing a round, pale, snub-nosed face with just a hint of freckles and surprisingly blue eyes. She was on the short side, and a little more rounded than fashion would encourage.
When I say "a little more" I have to vclarify. It was not, to my disappointment, that she was fat, just that she was naturally a little full in the hip, round in the face, and well filled-out in the chest. Put together she had just enough extra flesh on her to tie it together in a curvy little package.
Since I privately considered Jim to be a little shallow I was not surprised that hed date a doting younger woman. What amazed me was that hed date one who wasnt a model of fashion correctness.
Despite the difference in ages, I found Michelle to be fun, interesting, and kind of captivating. She also had a certain stillness about her that somehow always made her seem slightly apart from the hurly-burly of everyday life. She also packed on a little bit of weight that year, but so did Jim. In fact a few comments were made about how she was domesticating him, when it came out that they set every Saturday night aside for videos and pizza.
The added weight just piqued my interest, but she was dating a class mate, and she was too young. Although I was somewhat attracted to her, I knew I didnt want to get involved with anyone who wasnt much, and I honestly mean much, larger.
In due course we finished our final exams, spent a few days trying to catch up a years worth of missed sleep, then started our articling assignments. Mine was in a satellite city, while Jim had managed to land one right downtown, not far from the school. Somewhat to my surprise, he kept dating Michelle. Somewhat to my disappointment on the rare occasions that I saw them Michelle wasnt noticeably bigger. I periodically managed to get together with classmates, and speculation began about when Jim & Michelle would get engaged.
For some reason I wanted to see what shed look like as a bride, so I made a point of staying in email contact with Jim, and somewhere during the year also with Michelle. Actually, I probably exchanged mail more with Michelle than Jim.
Life carried on. I finished my articling, and managed to pass the bar exams with a solid but not spectacular performance. I was not invited back to the firm where Id articled, but then again I knew I wouldnt be, they simply churned through articling students as cheap labor. Instead I found a position working with an elderly lawyer up in cottage country north of the city. He was heading towards retirement and was looking for someone to buy out his practice. It seemed like a good plan to me, as all I was looking for was a nice solid practice that would give me a comfortable life, and enough time to enjoy it.
My class organized a last bash for all of us who had passed the bar. Jim and Michelle were there, and I ended up chatting with Michelle for a while when Jim had wandered off. It turned out that her family lived a couple of hours further on up the road from where Id be, so she was going to be back and forth that way periodically. I gave her an open invitation to visit me when she was, or just when she wanted to get out of town.
I was a little surprised when she gave me a call just a month later. We met for lunch one Friday as she was headed home for her mothers birthday. After that I seemed to see her every month or two, sometimes with Jim, more often without. I couldnt help but to mentally rejoice in the fact that she seemed to be filling out againquite visibly so. Indeed, by Thanksgiving she easily qualified as plump, with a tummy that she couldnt suck in, a double chin, and hips that were starting to have a fairly nice width to them.
The subject sort of came up once when she changed her order at lunch to have a salad instead of fries. She simply commented that Jim was working such long hours that they were ordering in most nights, so shed been having too much fried food. I commented that it was important to get your vegetables too, and made sure to tell her how great she looked before she left.
Just before Christmas, I heard through the grapevine that Jim and Michelle had broken up. I was a little surprised to receive a call from her not long after that, asking to meet for dinner on the Friday night a few days before Christmas. I agreed, feeling a little awkward, but curious for gossip.
We met at what I considered my towns best restaurant, a mostly Italian place that somewhat trendy but which at least had decent food and good sized servings. Michelle unrepentantly ordered appetizer, soup, main course, and eventually dessert, all to my delight.
It didnt take us long to get to the subject of their break up, and it seemed to mostly have been a case that Jim was in love with his job, with little time for anything or anyone else. He seemed to have assumed that Michelle would just wait for whatever scraps of time he had, and when shed demanded a bigger share of his attention hed balked, and that had been that.
After wed had an aperitif at the bar while waiting for our table, and split a bottle of wine, she admitted over dessert My weight probably had something to do with it too. Jim gained too, so he never really said anything about it, but he was getting a lot less attentive physically.
I said something non-committal, then she inquired You like bigger girls though, dont you?
I felt like a deer in the head lights. After an eternal second or two I decided to be totally honest, and admitted that I did.
I thought so, Ive noticed that your eyes tend to go to the bigger women, and unlike most guys you glance at their bellies first, not their boobs.
I blurted out I didnt realize I was so obvious.
Michelle replied Oh, probably not to most people, certainly not to most guys. But Im pretty observant, I notice things like that.
Well, youre right. Im what is sometimes called a fat admirer, or FA. Modern fashion is much too thin for my taste, I like some flesh on a woman.
How much flesh? was her probing reply.
I shrugged, trying to stay nonchalant. It varies. It isnt like that is the only thing I care about.
Ten pounds? Twenty? A hundred?
Uh, yah, up in that sort of range.
Two hundred?
Well, I wouldnt put a limit on it that way. I guess I want the woman to be healthy and happy, that is the biggest thing.
So, as long as she was healthy and happy, she could keep getting fatter and you wouldnt mind?
I held a brief mental debate, and decided to be completely honest.
Id love it. Besides being an FA, Im what they call a feeder, I love to see a woman eat, and I love to see a woman get fatter. Thats why youve never seen me with a girl friend, I know Id try and encourage anyone I went out with to gain, but I wouldnt do that to anyone who didnt want it, so I may never find that right girl.
Michelle seemed fascinated, but I firmly moved the discussion on to other topics. Ahile later she decided the drinks had worn off enough that she could continue the drive up to her parents place.
After Christmas we exchanged periodic emails, and it was clear that despite the break up with Jim, she wanted to continue to be in touch with me. In mid-February she phoned me one evening, and said she had a pair of tickets to the annual food and wine show that was coming up, and was wondering if Id like to go.
After all, she said I know with you I can sample food until Im ready to burst and you wont give me that disapproving look.
Somewhat warily I agreed, and commented that if I was going to sample the wines Id best book a hotel room.
She replied, Oh, I was wondering if you wanted to stay over with me?
There was a difficult pause before I answered I dont think that would be a good idea. You were going out with a sort of friend of mine until recently, I wouldnt want to give any wrong impressions.
She said that was fine, and we arranged the details.
A few weeks later I met her at a coffee shop near where the wine and food show was being held. She was wearing a bulky sweater that hid her body fairly well, but I thought her face looked rounder than ever. A quick hug and double cheek kiss, and we were off to the show. Everything was priced in tickets, kind of like midway rides when I was a kid. I was going to start with twenty dollars worth, but Michelle started off with fifty dollars worth, so I matched that. On top of twenty dollars to get in, I could see how this could be a big money making enterprise!
I soon decided that the money was well spent, however. Besides sampling many wines that were new to me, in one once sampler glasses, we ate from many of the best restaurants in the city. Michelle was an educated consumer, looking over the offerings carefully and commenting on them intelligently. I learned a lot about food that afternoon.
However more exciting was Michelles apparent ability to just keep eating and eating. The servings were small, intended as samplers only. Still, she went through her $50 of tickets mostly on food, and went back and bought another thirty bucks worth. Id spent much of mine on wine, and was still full.
When she came back from buying the additional tickets she commented that she was too hot, and she took off her sweater. Underneath she was wearing what Id describe as a halter top, except that it was dressier, being a deep black with subtle sparkles in it. It was also form fitting, and I suddenly had no doubt that her form had grown larger lately. I guess the direction of my gaze was obvious, because she patted her stomach and said Its happy with how its been fed lately.
Following that, I was sure she went around picking the places with the most blatantly rich foods. Pasta in creams sauces, cakes, puddings, scallops, and so on. Forty five minutes later she was out of tickets, and rubbing her belly, commenting Well, I didnt manage to sample everything here, but I think I did a pretty good job. Maybe if I keep practicing Ill do better next year.
Practicing? I inquired.
Sure, by stretching out my stomach regularly, she replied with a wink.
After that we went back to the coffee shop. It was only 6pm, so I asked if shed like to go do anything else.
Sure. She replied. This has been a blast, Ive been there before but never dared really try as many things as I wanted to, so this was a dream come true, but I could go do something else.
After a short pause, she added So long as it doesnt involve any eating or drinking for a while, or any too much movement. I feel like I can barely waddle, or for that matter breathe.
I laughed, and suggested a movie. There was a romantic comedy that I wanted to see, and she confirmed that she hadnt seen it either. She did offer to go see something that was less of a chic flick, but I admitted I had a weakness for romantic comedies. We picked up a newspaper and found it playing reasonably soon and close by, so I flagged a cab and off we went.
The movie wasnt bad, but Michelle fell asleep part way through. Afterwards she was mortified, but I assured her that after eating so much I could understand the need for a nap.
Then she admitted This may sound crazy, but now Im hungry again!
We wandered around a bit and finally went into a Vietnamese restaurant where we had rice paper rolls and pho soup. Michelle ran out of room part way through the soup, which didnt surprise me but seemed to annoy her.
It was close to 10pm by that point, and I suggested we head for our respective beds.
That definitely disappointed her. Honestly, Jim and I are done, you wouldnt be messing with anything. Have you even talked to him in the last six months?
I admitted No, Ive not talked to him without you around in over a year.
I always had the impression that you found me attractive, even if I was small for you. But Im pretty sure you must like how Ive been filling out, and how much I ate today. Am I wrong?
You are attractive, and also interesting and fun. Of course I love seeing you get fatter, and eating so much, but I guess that is the problem. You only broke up with Jim a few months ago, you are still on the rebound, youve admitted that you worried about your weight. You are probably still on the rebound, and right now eating as you want is fun, and the extra weight isnt a bothering you, and Im around and will approve of it, but, well, Im not so sure that youll still be happy about it a year from now.
Oh come on, give me some credit! Just because you are a few years older doesnt always mean you know better. I know perfectly well what I like and what I dont, and Id like you to accept that!
Look, I know this seems like what you want right now, but I dont want to enable it when it is probably just sort of a fling with food, so
Crap to that. Look, I cant make you sleep with me, actually Im not even sure Id want you to right now, but at the same time you cant stop me from getting fat.
With that she turned and stalked away into the night, and I figured she was out of my life forever.
(continued in next post)
