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donuts at the finish line
~BBW, Mild Feeding, Romance, ~SWG- High School sweethearts delight in Paula’s growing appetite and body.
It all started about four years ago while I was still in my last year of high school.
I had always been very fond of the padded figure on a girl, but I never realized how much until I met and developed a relationship with Paula. I first saw her at the bowling alley where my friends and I used to hang out. She bowled on a league every week, and I was finding myself watching her more than I was paying attention to my friends.
Paula had what most traditionalists would call 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 was relatively slender, but had the most adorable little bubble butt that I couldn’t stop admiring. I knew it could be a promising sign of things to come.
Prom was drawing near, and I still needed a date. One night while watching Paula’s delightful rear as she bowled a perfect strike, I realized that this was my opportunity. I asked her to go with me and she happily accepted my invitation. Before the actual big night we had a couple of minor dates and found that we really clicked in personalilty and interests. I was starting to think of "us" long term, and suspected she was too.
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. So did we.
When we danced together, I was surprised to find that I didn’t have the “spark” of lust that I thought I would. She was radiant in her form-fitting gown, but something was still wrong. Why did I find her plump bottom 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 told her that she was wasting away and I was worried about her becoming anorexic (I really was), but I did not pester her about her weight or pressure her.
I knew that she had kicked a mild smoking habit just before we met and was wondering if shortly I would begin to see some results, I just had to be patient. But as summer progressed I didn't really notice any changes. She had always worn cutoff sweats, and boy did her little butt look good in them!
I took her out all the time for dinner and we would occasionally go out for ice cream. My conscious intention at the time wasn't really to put pounds on her but in the back of my mind I was hoping. 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 size 8 too.
I hid my excitement, but that is when I realized I wanted her to continue to pack on the pounds on that cute little plump butt. Size 0 was nice, but I wanted more. However, like many women when they begin to add some curves, she started mentioning the dreaded "D" word. Part of her wanted to go on a diet.
I took it as a good opportunity to 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. College would be her first time away from home, and my mind raced when I thought about her snacking in the dorms with her friends, or going to the fully stocked school cafeterias.
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 saw them because she was still talking about dieting. She opened the bag anyway and starting munching along the drive.
My luck continued. When we got to the restaurant, she ordered a rare 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, but that was just a warm-up exercise. She had another plate of fattening food polished off before they even brought her steak out. She was starting to 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. On my way back to the table I stopped by the dessert bar and fixed her a huge banana split—her favorite. When I got back to the table I saw that she had gone up to the buffet again and was cleaning off another plate.
When she saw the banana split she was excited but with the extra buffet plate she'd eaten to the point of bursting. She thought it was very sweet that I remembered that she liked banana splits. She paused, then declared that since it was the last night she would be able to eat well 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 I barely remember. I do remember the feeling of her warm breath and soft body leaning against me as she fell asleep. 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 into her routine at school. She was winded from walking up the flight of stairs; with all the binging her athletic shape of bowling season was a thing of the past.
She went into her dorm and collapsed on the bed. I was right behind her, landing on her soft frame. My hand slid underneath her tight t-shirt and felt her tummy. She no longer had the hard feel but instead I got a handful of flesh. I asked her if she had put on a few pounds, but she didn’t immediately answer, and seemed a bit irritated at me.
She said that she had weighed herself last week at 145 pounds but that she thought that this was about to be a thing of the past.
Looking back, she could not have been more right!
I kissed her goodbye and wished her good luck and I left, promising that I would be back to see her at Christmas break. I was going to be attending college across the state so we wouldn't be able to see each other because of our schedules.
I called occasionally to see how she was doing and she always sounded depressed. I asked her what was the matter but she always brushed it off. I thought that she was struggling with her schoolwork but she was excelling at all of her classes. The problem, she said, was that 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 and soon enough it was a few weeks before Christmas. I asked her if there was anything she wanted me to bring, and she said that she needed new clothes very badly.
Well, stupid me remembered her intentions 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 the breathtaking sight before me was the last thing I expected to see. My little Paula had become a bona fide plumper.
Forget the Freshman 15, it was more like 40.
She started crying when I came into the room. I ran over and gave her a hug. When she saw that I didn't mind touching her as I rubbed her rounded shoulders, she stopped crying. I asked her what she was crying over.
She said that she had become a disgusting pig and knew that I wouldn't love her. But she couldn't fight her appetite and stay focused on her studies.
I sat her down and explained to her the real piture, 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 had ever gotten.
I ordered two 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.
"Can you imagine how much chubbier I could have been if you would have said something?” she exclaimed, as my mind reeled. I knew that forty pounds in four months was really on the outer limits of reality, but the idea that more could come turned me on. She could really pack it on 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 looked like she had upgraded to recently. 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 holding her svelte body at 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!
Paula no longer stops to think about having a banana split at the buffet, and to show my appreciation I give her some of the best massages possible to her ever-expanding soft body.
My "little" Paula is more than my little plumper now--she now is my BBW wife!
Plumping Paula
By Anonymous
(This story has been edited, reformatted and migrated from
the Weight Room Anonymous Alcove archive)
By Anonymous
(This story has been edited, reformatted and migrated from
the Weight Room Anonymous Alcove archive)
It all started about four years ago while I was still in my last year of high school.
I had always been very fond of the padded figure on a girl, but I never realized how much until I met and developed a relationship with Paula. I first saw her at the bowling alley where my friends and I used to hang out. She bowled on a league every week, and I was finding myself watching her more than I was paying attention to my friends.
Paula had what most traditionalists would call 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 was relatively slender, but had the most adorable little bubble butt that I couldn’t stop admiring. I knew it could be a promising sign of things to come.
Prom was drawing near, and I still needed a date. One night while watching Paula’s delightful rear as she bowled a perfect strike, I realized that this was my opportunity. I asked her to go with me and she happily accepted my invitation. Before the actual big night we had a couple of minor dates and found that we really clicked in personalilty and interests. I was starting to think of "us" long term, and suspected she was too.
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. So did we.
When we danced together, I was surprised to find that I didn’t have the “spark” of lust that I thought I would. She was radiant in her form-fitting gown, but something was still wrong. Why did I find her plump bottom 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 told her that she was wasting away and I was worried about her becoming anorexic (I really was), but I did not pester her about her weight or pressure her.
I knew that she had kicked a mild smoking habit just before we met and was wondering if shortly I would begin to see some results, I just had to be patient. But as summer progressed I didn't really notice any changes. She had always worn cutoff sweats, and boy did her little butt look good in them!
I took her out all the time for dinner and we would occasionally go out for ice cream. My conscious intention at the time wasn't really to put pounds on her but in the back of my mind I was hoping. 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 size 8 too.
I hid my excitement, but that is when I realized I wanted her to continue to pack on the pounds on that cute little plump butt. Size 0 was nice, but I wanted more. However, like many women when they begin to add some curves, she started mentioning the dreaded "D" word. Part of her wanted to go on a diet.
I took it as a good opportunity to 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. College would be her first time away from home, and my mind raced when I thought about her snacking in the dorms with her friends, or going to the fully stocked school cafeterias.
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 saw them because she was still talking about dieting. She opened the bag anyway and starting munching along the drive.
My luck continued. When we got to the restaurant, she ordered a rare 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, but that was just a warm-up exercise. She had another plate of fattening food polished off before they even brought her steak out. She was starting to 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. On my way back to the table I stopped by the dessert bar and fixed her a huge banana split—her favorite. When I got back to the table I saw that she had gone up to the buffet again and was cleaning off another plate.
When she saw the banana split she was excited but with the extra buffet plate she'd eaten to the point of bursting. She thought it was very sweet that I remembered that she liked banana splits. She paused, then declared that since it was the last night she would be able to eat well 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 I barely remember. I do remember the feeling of her warm breath and soft body leaning against me as she fell asleep. 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 into her routine at school. She was winded from walking up the flight of stairs; with all the binging her athletic shape of bowling season was a thing of the past.
She went into her dorm and collapsed on the bed. I was right behind her, landing on her soft frame. My hand slid underneath her tight t-shirt and felt her tummy. She no longer had the hard feel but instead I got a handful of flesh. I asked her if she had put on a few pounds, but she didn’t immediately answer, and seemed a bit irritated at me.
She said that she had weighed herself last week at 145 pounds but that she thought that this was about to be a thing of the past.
Looking back, she could not have been more right!
I kissed her goodbye and wished her good luck and I left, promising that I would be back to see her at Christmas break. I was going to be attending college across the state so we wouldn't be able to see each other because of our schedules.
I called occasionally to see how she was doing and she always sounded depressed. I asked her what was the matter but she always brushed it off. I thought that she was struggling with her schoolwork but she was excelling at all of her classes. The problem, she said, was that 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 and soon enough it was a few weeks before Christmas. I asked her if there was anything she wanted me to bring, and she said that she needed new clothes very badly.
Well, stupid me remembered her intentions 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 the breathtaking sight before me was the last thing I expected to see. My little Paula had become a bona fide plumper.
Forget the Freshman 15, it was more like 40.
She started crying when I came into the room. I ran over and gave her a hug. When she saw that I didn't mind touching her as I rubbed her rounded shoulders, she stopped crying. I asked her what she was crying over.
She said that she had become a disgusting pig and knew that I wouldn't love her. But she couldn't fight her appetite and stay focused on her studies.
I sat her down and explained to her the real piture, 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 had ever gotten.
I ordered two 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.
"Can you imagine how much chubbier I could have been if you would have said something?” she exclaimed, as my mind reeled. I knew that forty pounds in four months was really on the outer limits of reality, but the idea that more could come turned me on. She could really pack it on 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 looked like she had upgraded to recently. 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 holding her svelte body at 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!
Paula no longer stops to think about having a banana split at the buffet, and to show my appreciation I give her some of the best massages possible to her ever-expanding soft body.
My "little" Paula is more than my little plumper now--she now is my BBW wife!
