So my girlfriend has never been, shall we say, petite. By the time we started dating, she was around 210 pounds. No big deal, I like big girls anyways, and she knew it. But, I don’t think either of us understood how a simple preference would lead to three years what my girlfriend calls “the best decision we ever made.”
Truth is, when we started dating, I saw an opportunity to fulfill the single most repressed desire I’ve ever had. since I was a boy, I’ve had an extreme fat fetish, and i had always wanted to help a beautiful chubby girl gain weight and worship her expanding body while encouraging her to eat more and get bigger. See where im going with this?
It wasn’t until the end of the first year that we talked and she started gaining weight on purpose (she had gotten a little fatter on her own). The initial adjustment was hard, but she soon started eating like a hoss. After that, she started to like the idea of eating however much of whatever she wanted whenever she wanted. After that? She started to like being fat, becoming the subtle envy of her friends (who were trying to lose weight to impress their boyfriends).
Another 2 years down the road, my girlfriend weighs in at around 250 pounds and shows no intent to slow down. Every day she eats more and gets lazier, adding pound after pound to her doughy body. She loves having her engorged belly rubbed and jiggled, even getting aroused by the quaking of her fat body to the point of demanding s**. Truth be told, its a dream come true.
In fact, its almost too perfect! Not in a bad way, in my opinion. She has just taken to this lifestyle to an extent i never previously anticipated, or could have even imagined. But, it both excites and ensares me. At this rate, I think she and I want nothing more than for her to keep expanding her fat body. We used to talk about limits, but she seems to be full speed ahead. So am I. I want to keep astonishing relatives as she blimps into the 300s. I want to watch her waddle her 350/400 pound body around as we get her more and more food. I want to feel the glorious ecstasy of my love’s 500 pound end goal, rubbing physical representations of our love through the years in the form of her obese jiggling body.
God, I’m so hot for her.