Ex-Girlfriend Weight Gain (True Story)

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I’d like to share the story of my ex-girlfriend’s weight gain over the few years we were friends and the couple years we dated. Names have been changed for anonymity. Let me know if you’d like me to continue.

September 2009 (approximately 130 pounds)
The first time I met Julie was my freshman year of college. I had just moved into the dorms and my roommate’s girlfriend invited her friend over so we could all watch a movie. I couldn’t tell you what the movie was, but I do remember Julie coming into our cramped dorm room wearing a pair of tight-fitting blue jeans and a striped white sweater that hugged her D-cup breasts (I estimated). I thought she was cute, with her short, curly brown hair and slightly chubby, lightly freckled face. She was only about 5 foot 1 inch tall, and I estimated about 130 pounds. She didn’t have much of a belly but had decently thick thighs and a nice round booty. At this point, I just thought of her a cute friend of a friend, as I knew she was dating another guy at the time.

January 2011 (approximately 145 pounds)
I saw Julie in passing a few times, but we didn’t really hang out together as a group until after we all turned 21. She was a little older than me and had been drinking for a while longer too. When she came over one evening for margaritas and a movie with some of our other friends, I noticed that she developed a bit of a belly, and her breasts had gone up at least a cup size or two. I was impressed by how much she could drink considering her relatively small size. It was no wonder her belly had rounded out and was starting to hang over the waistband of her jeans. I remember her complaining about how her boyfriend was being an asshole. I later learned that he was not happy about her weight gain and had made some mean comments to her about it. Their sex life had always been a bit of a disappointment as well, or at least that’s what she told me a few years later.

July 2012 (approximately 155 pounds)
It was over a year later when I finally saw Julie again at a friend’s graduation party. Neither of us knew too many other people there, so we naturally gravitated to one another. I was dressed in nice button-down shirt and slacks, and she was wearing a body-hugging red dress that left little to the imagination. She had put on a little more weight, with most of it going to her already large breasts and cute round belly. I could see the outline of her deep belly button through her dress, and her breasts were clearly spilling over the top of her too-small bra, creating a muffin-top of flesh visible through her dress. We had a few drinks and started playing some table tennis, where I got to see her big boobs and belly jiggle for close to an hour. I knew she had broken up with her boyfriend a few months before the party, so as we were saying goodbye to each other, I asked her out on a date to Disneyland.

September 2012 (160 pounds)
At this point, Julie and I had been dating for a few months and things were going great. I was complaining about my doctor scolding me for being overweight by just 2 pounds at my most recent checkup, and she told me that she was informed she was technically obese by about a pound at her last doctors visit. Julie told me she had recently put on a few pounds after starting her new desk job and was now 160 pounds. This is when I let her know that I loved her belly and recent weight gain. Her response was “I’m glad you like it, but I liked my body at around 140-150 pounds. I like being thick, but I’ve gotten kind of chubby lately.”

She also complained that her 36DDD bras were getting too tight for her. I offered to take her bra shopping the next time we went out, which she was excited about. After getting a professional bra fitting, Julie learned she needed a 34G bra (UK sizing). It was no wonder she was spilling out of her old 36DDD bras from Victoria’s Secret. She was happy to show me her new bright red 34G bra the next time I went over to her place. It fit her perfectly, and made her large boobs look even rounder and perkier, especially when she wore a tight dress or shirt.

January 2013 (approximately 170 pounds)
Julie went on a two-week cruise with her family over Christmas, and when she came back, she had clearly put on some weight. Her belly stuck out further and was looking even rounder, her butt had gotten bigger, and her recently purchased bikinis were already getting tight around her chest. She vowed she was going to lose 20 pounds this year so she wouldn’t outweigh me (I was around 175 pounds at the time), but I assured her that she still looked amazing.

 

Not going to share any photos of her (not sure I even have any), but she looked very similar to the XL girls model Lavina Dream when she was around 160-170 pounds. She even had a green dress exactly like the one Lavina is wearing here.
 

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February 2013 (175 pounds)

Julie stuck to her word and worked out almost every day of the week. She put on a little muscle under her chubby physique, which made her thick thighs and booty look even bigger. Her chest stayed about the same size, and her “stubborn belly fat” didn’t go away either. She was feeling a lot more energetic though, and her appetite had increased a lot. Her confidence also got a big boost during this time, and she mostly stopped talking about wanting to get back down to 140-150 pounds. And as much as I enjoy soft, squishy thighs, her strong legs with a nice layer of fat on top was very sexy.

April 2013 (180 pounds)

After a couple months of working out all the time, Julie started to miss some gym days here and there, and eventually stopped going almost entirely. And since her appetite didn’t decrease much, Julie quickly gained another five or so pounds, and started to lose some of the muscle mass she had build up. Her breasts went up another couple cup sizes in about a month (partially helped by a new birth control), and when we went to the beach for the first time since she had gone on the cruise, her bikini top barely fit her.

I remember her looking down in confusion after she changed into her bikini, checking out how small the top now looked on her massive tits. I expected her to be upset, but she actually seemed to enjoy how much bigger they were. She said, “I guess I’ll have to get some bigger bikinis now, huh?” in her sexiest voice. We met up with one of her friends who was a lot taller, but only had B or C cups, and I could tell immediately that her friend was jealous. She made some comment about how big they looked, and I could see in Julie’s eyes that she enjoyed the fact her friend was jealous of her bigger chest.

When we got back from the beach, we had some incredible sex and had a lot of fun playing with her now larger tits. I helped her remeasure her bra size, and we found out she needed a 36HH. She knew that I liked her bigger but was still hesitant to gain any more weight. She certainly enjoyed her larger breasts, but she wasn’t a huge fan of the bigger belly that went along with them.

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June 2013 (approximately 170 pounds)
Due to stress and a variety of other factors, Julie lost about 10 pounds over the next few months. Her belly got a little smaller, her thighs and ass were not quite as big, and her breasts went down a cup size, putting her at a 36H. We had a few disagreements about unrelated things during this time and decided to take a break. I was sad to have her out of my life for a while, but it was honestly what we both needed.

August 2013 (approximately 175 pounds)
After we put our lives back on the right track, we started dating again in the late summer. Julie had put back on a little of the weight she had lost and was looking fantastic. She was still not in love with her big, round belly, but she seemed to be growing more comfortable with her body as time went on. We started going out to eat a lot more and as a result, she started putting on some weight. But this time, she didn’t seem to care as much, and was a lot more comfortable letting her belly hang over her shorts when they were too small, or unbuttoning them when she had to much to eat for dinner at home.

September 2013 (182 pounds)
Julie told me in late September that she was at her highest weight ever, 182 pounds. But, despite being heavier than ever, she said she still felt great. Much to my surprise, Julie said she was okay with putting on a little more weight for me, at least for a little while, even though I hadn’t mentioned anything to her. Julie said she didn’t want to go over 200 pounds though, as she thought that seemed like too much weight for her 5-foot 1-inch frame. There is also a big jump mentally going from one hundred something pounds to two hundred something pounds, even if the difference between 198 and 202 isn’t all that much, for example.

October 2013 (190 pounds)
I made sure her apartment was always stocked with her favorite snacks and we continued to go out to eat as much as possible. Her belly was looking quite round at this point, but she still insisted on wearing all her pants and shorts under her belly, rather than over it as many women with larger bellies do. She said it was more comfortable to her, and I wasn’t going to complain about her letting her belly hang out in all its glory. Her chest had also expanded, as she was now wearing a healthy 36J cup size. I remember her talking about how she always knew she would probably end up getting to 190 pounds someday, but she never expected it to happen before she was 30.

It was around this time that we made a trip to go visit some breweries, as we were both into craft beers at the time. Julie surprised me by wearing one of my favorite outfits that she owned, a stretchy blue and white striped shirt that showed her cleavage, and a pair of white shorts that showed off her cute round booty. She said, “I know this shirt has gotten a little small on me, but I knew how much you liked it, and I think it’s still cute.” And the shirt was definitely too small on her now. It barely reached past the bottom of her belly, and you could see the big divot where her deep belly button was. The modest amount of cleavage the shirt was meant to show was now several inches of jiggly cleavage, and the stretchiness of the shirt seemed to emphasize the bouncing and jiggling even more when she walked.

When we got back to our hotel after a day of drinking and eating, I noticed that her belly was starting to peek out from the bottom of her shirt. But before we got into bed, she excused herself to the bathroom and came back out a few minutes later wearing super sexy babydoll lingerie. Julie told me that “it doesn’t fit right, as the largest size they had was a 36F, but I figured you wouldn’t mind.” And she was right. She had managed to pack most of her 36J breasts into the smaller cups, but they were still spilling out quite a bit. Also, the typically loose and flowing lace section under the bra cups was stretched tight across her bloated belly. We had some amazing sex that night and that lingerie did not stay on for very long.

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December 2013 (203 pounds)

By Christmas, Julie had surpassed 200 pounds without trying and was looking as cute and plump as ever. Her mother, who was about the same height, was bragging to Julie about how she had finally made it back under 200 pounds after months of dieting. This was the first time in her life that Julie outweighed her mother, and I think that freaked her out a little. Of course, her mother wasn’t filling out a 36K bra either, so Julie looked a lot curvier and more proportional, even though she weighed more.

That month we went back to Disneyland and Julie wore one of her new 36K bras from Poland that really made her breasts look round and projected. She had on a basic tank top and jean shorts that day, but her boobs were really stretching it out and making her big round belly seem less prominent. Her thighs were also looking super thick that day in her tight jean shorts, though still mostly free from cellulite.

When we got home, we looked through some of the pictures we had taken that day, and Julie was shocked by how massive her chest looked in every photo. Each breast was larger than her head at this point, and they actually made her head look smaller in the photos since they stuck out so far in front of her, in addition to her big round belly that hung over the waistband of her shorts.

A recent trip to the doctor confirmed she was now 203 pounds, putting her less than 10 pounds away from being morbidly obese. “Normal weight” for someone her height started at just 96 pounds, and she was more than double that.

The sex was also even more amazing at her new weight. Her huge tits could smother my whole head, and she thought it was hilarious how one boob would completely cover my face. She also liked showing me how her petite hands could barely cover her entire areola, and how an arm bra could never be modest for her, unlike most of her friends.

I loved how much everything jiggled when we had sex, no matter what position we were in. If she was on top, I got to see her massive tits and huge belly bounce up and down. If she were lying down, her breasts nearly suffocated her and she had to hold them down to keep them from jiggling too much, and her belly would slosh back and forth. And when she was bent over, I got to grab ahold of her wide, soft hips and watch her fat booty bounce and jiggle against me.

February 2014 (approximately 200 pounds)

Over the next few months Julie mostly hovered around 200 pounds, gaining and loosing a few pounds here and there. In late February, one of her long-time friends moved back into the area, and she started hanging out with her all the time. I had just got a new job that had weird hours, so I wasn’t able to spend as much time with her during this time. When we did hang out, I could tell that her appetite had not decreased at all.

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March 2014 (approximately 210 pounds)

Julie continued to hang out with her old friend and her work friend group, which mostly consisted of younger guys who loved eating and drinking and who saw her as “one of the guys.” I was happy that she was having fun, as I couldn’t be around as much, and she still tried to keep me in the loop and sent me pictures all the time. Usually she was at some brewery or pub with a big plate of greasy food in front of her.

We were finally able to get a weekend away together in Las Vegas and had a lot of fun trying all sorts of food and getting way too buzzed. The first night we were there we each had a few shots of tequila (after going through an entire bottle of champagne at dinner) and just kind of wandered around the casinos. She had worn this corset-style top that fit her about 25 pounds ago that night, and her 36K+ tits were practically bursting out of it. She was constantly readjusting it, making her breasts bounce and jiggle as she attempted to get it to fit better. I noticed a lot of guys staring at her chest that night, but I don’t think Julie noticed.

When we got back to the room, she went into the bathroom to remove her makeup and came back out in the babydoll lingerie that I had not seen her wear in a few months. It was now way too small for her, and her breasts were spilling out of the cups in every direction, and her fat round belly was stretching out the “flowing” lace part below. I remember her saying something like, “I didn’t think this had gotten so small on me. Ugh, I’ve gotten so fat.” We were both pretty buzzed and horny, so I just said, “no, you’ve just gotten sexier,” and she was instantly back in the mood and ready to ride on top of me, letting me see those massive breasts and belly in all their fat, jiggly glory.

The next afternoon when we finally woke up, she went to the bathroom to get ready and came out wearing a bright red blouse that was supposed to button up over her chest, but she was only able to get the bottom two buttons fastened. Julie asked me, “does this look okay to you? I can’t get any of these buttons done, and this seems like too much cleavage.” I told her it looked great, and she responded, “well, it is Vegas, I guess. It’s not like anyone I know besides you is going to see me.”

Since they were holding on for dear life, Julie went ahead and undid the last two buttons and readjusted her shirt. I had never seen her wear a shirt that showed so much cleavage. Even with all the buttons undone, the shirt was still tight around her chest and really squeezed her breasts together, giving her a long, deep line of cleavage and making her tits look even bigger than they already were.

We proceeded to spend most of our day eating and drinking, starting off with a big plate of chicken and waffles, then alcoholic milkshakes, then pretzels with beer cheese and some IPAs, overpriced burgers for dinner with more beer, and then a late night snack of some fried mozzarella sticks and onion rings paired with some other cocktails.

When we got back to the room, Julie immediately stripped off her shirt and tight jeans and reclined in bed in just her bra and panties. I remember her belly looking packed tight with all the food she had ate, and I think there were even some new stretch marks on her love handles. She said, “I think I overdid it today, but it was totally worth it,” while rubbing her stuffed belly.

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May 2014 (227 pounds)

Julie had a minor medical issue that I won’t go into sometime around the end of March and had to start taking a prescription that had a side effect of weight gain. She put on close to 20 pounds in just under two months, which she wasn’t exactly thrilled about. She was happy to be feeling a lot better, but basically had to replace most of her wardrobe for work, which got to be expensive.

Most of the weight went to her belly, which was now sticking out just as far as her larger, 38K-cup breasts. Her belly was so big and round, that she could have easily been mistaken for being pregnant. I would have described her body as very round at this point, as she had a cute round face, huge round breasts, a fat round belly, and a nicely rounded bubble butt. This was especially true when she was sitting down, as her belly rested on her chubby thighs, and then her huge breasts rested on her belly.

She was finally able to go off the medication at the end of May, and she told me they weighed her at 227 pounds. The doctor told her that she should lose some weight over the next few weeks once she was no longer on the medication, which ended up being true.

June 2014 (216 pounds)

In about three weeks, Julie dropped a little over 10 pounds from no longer being on the medication. She was still quite fat but looked less bloated. I had managed to get back to working more normal hours, and we started spending more time together during the week. And since it was getting warmer, we were spending more time at the beach, where I got to see more of her in her new blue and white polka dot bikini.

July 2014 (approximately 220 pounds)

We were spending so much time together, that I basically just moved into her place in July. I didn’t have much furniture, so I just brought my clothes, sound system, computer and a few other small things. I started cooking a lot more and we would often go out and get ice cream at one of the many places near her apartment. As a result, she put on a little weight, and I would have guessed she was about 220 pounds by the end of the month.

August 2014 (approximately 230 pounds)

Julie’s constant overeating and my cooking contributed to another 10 or so pounds being added to her figure in August, bringing her up to her highest weight ever. We continued spending a lot of time at the beach, and I was happy that she was still very comfortable showing off her sexy body in a bikini. When one of my friends from college joined us one day, he offered to take our photo as we sat together on the beach. I noticed Julie suck in her gut as much as she could while he took the picture, and I could see a tiny sliver of her bikini bottoms peeking through when I looked at the picture later. After he took the photo, Julie let out her breath and her big round belly surged forward and went back to completely covering her bikini bottoms and resting on her thick thighs. She never seemed to mind being bigger in her day to day life but was always aware of how big she looked in photos.

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September 2014 (approximately 235 pounds)

I was surprised that Julie didn’t seem concerned about her weight, even though she was now easily at her highest weight ever. She didn’t have a scale in her bathroom and hadn’t been to the doctor or gym in a few months, so I don’t think she knew just how much weight she had put on. And since her recent gains had been more spread out, with less going to her belly than when she was on the medication, I don’t think the pants or shorts she had bought during that time were too tight yet (at least that was my theory).

One morning after we both woke up, Julie told me that I had been squeezing her belly that night after I fell asleep with my arm around her. I was worried for a second that she was upset about it, but she said she didn’t mind, and just thought it was funny. She said, “I know you liked my belly when we first started dating, but I guess I didn’t realize that you still liked it that much.” I assured her that I loved her belly, and I think that made her feel a lot more comfortable, because she suggested we make waffles and eat them naked that morning.

October 2014 (244 pounds)

One of my best friends from college had just got his pilot’s license and was offering to take some of us up in his little two-seat Cessna. The only stipulation was that the combined weight of the pilot and passenger was 450 pounds, and my friend was a larger guy at about 6 foot 3 inches tall and 220 pounds. I was only about 175 pounds at that time, so I could go up no problem. But my friend’s girlfriend was nearly 6 feet tall and about 275 pounds, so she couldn’t go up with him. He asked if Julie wanted to go, as the last time he saw her she was probably around 170 pounds.

I asked Julie if she would be interested and what she weighed, explaining the weight limit. She pulled a dusty scale out from the top shelf of her closet and put in a fresh set of batteries. I had assumed she did not have one at all, but I guess she just did not like seeing it all the time in her bathroom. She came out disappointed and said, “yeah, I don’t think I can go.” I asked her what the scale said, and she sheepishly replied “244 pounds.” I could not believe she was almost up to 250 pounds, and I do not think she could either. I think her

I also noticed around this time that she had ordered some new bras, and when I commented about how great they fit her, Julie told me that she was happy to have found some bras on sale, as 38L bras weren’t easy to find for less than $100. I also helped her find some clothes so she could go as Velma from Scooby Doo for her company’s Halloween costume contest. She already had the right hair, glasses and shoes, so we found an orange sweater, red skirt and orange socks to complete the look. She didn’t win, but she looked like someone’s fan art of Velma on Deviant Art, complete with huge breasts, a big round belly, a fat ass and thick, jiggly thighs.

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November 2014 (approximately 250 pounds)

A week or so before Thanksgiving, Julie told me that she was planning on going on a strict diet and exercise routine after all the holidays. She said she wanted to enjoy all the delicious foods until the end of the year but was really going to try to drop some weight in the new year. Julie told me that while she would ultimately like to get back down to 150 or so pounds, she knew that would be hard and was realistically aiming for around 200 pounds. I was in full support of her weight loss goals and happy to help her out in any way I could, even though I was going to miss the look and feel of that extra weight.

We did have a crazy Thanksgiving week though, and I think she probably put on at least five pounds in just that one week. During that week, she had full Thanksgiving meals at work, her friend’s house, her parents’ house, my parents’ house, her aunt’s house and her grandma’s house. A couple of those meals were on the same day, and she made sure to fill her plate multiple times at each meal. I was able to join her for a few of those meals, and she probably ate 2-3 times as much as I did.

December 2014 (262 pounds)

It seemed like Julie was trying her best to fit in as many of her cravings in as possible before starting her diet. We went out to so many different restaurants and she was buying all kinds of snacks and desserts when we went to the grocery store. This was the most she had ever let loose and just ate whatever she wanted whenever she wanted, and the results were noticeable. Her breasts were starting to muffin-top out of her 38L bras, her thighs were getting a lot more cellulite, her ass was getting wider and plumper and her fat round belly got even bigger. Her belly also seemed fuller and harder to the touch, with her skin stretched tighter than usual.

Before my parent’s annual Christmas party, Julie bought a new red sweater dress. She said she didn’t want to buy something right now because she was going to be losing weight soon, but it was on sale and too cute to pass up. She also mentioned during our conversation that she wasn’t all that surprised that she weighed 262 pounds when she stepped on the scale a few days before. Even I had gained close to 10 pounds in the past couple months just from being around her and all that delicious food.

I think my family and my parents’ friends were a little shocked to see Julie in such a form-fitting dress at the Christmas party. My very obese aunt complimented her outfit choice, but I think everyone else was surprised to see a young woman who was so massively curvy and not afraid to show off her body. I’ll never forget the concerned look my mom gave me as Julie sat down in the large recliner with a beer in one hand and a plate piled high with food in the other.

We ended up taking a big group photo that night that one of my mom’s friends posted on Facebook, and I remember Julie looking so big compared to all the other women at the party. There was no attempt to hide her body in this photo (not that she could), and with a big smile on her face and hands on her wide hips, she seemed proud of how much her massive breasts and huge round belly stretched out in front of her.

For some visual reference, around this time Julie reminded me a lot of Anorei Collins/Lexxxi Luxe from around the same time period, before Lexxxi got really big. Julie’s breasts were not quite the size of Lexxxi’s, but were pretty close and Julie had a little more booty as well.

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January 2015 (approximately 260 pounds)

By the end of the year, I think Julie got up to 270 pounds, or at least close to it. When she gained quickly, it seemed to mostly go to her belly, and that is exactly what happened this time as well. She didn’t look much bigger overall, but her belly was exceptionally round and full looking the last half of December. After we partied on New Year’s Eve and got over some nasty hangovers the next day, Julie started her diet.

The extra fullness of her belly went away quickly, and she probably dropped about 10 pounds by the end of January. She was still very big and sexy, but it was a little sad to see her start losing weight again. When she went past 250 pounds, I started hoping she would get up to 300 pounds, but I also knew that was unrealistic. Plus, I wasn’t really into the whole feeder/feedee scene at that time. I just liked the way her body looked and felt with more fat, and I wasn’t going to push her to do something she wasn’t into.

March 2015 (247 pounds)

In early March, Julie excitedly told me that she was back under 250 pounds and had weighed herself at the gym at 247 pounds. She had been going to some classes at the gym with a friend from work for a while and really enjoying it. Julie said she felt out of place initially, being so short and chubby amongst a lot of taller, thinner women, but everybody was welcoming. We also started going on regular hikes together, where she had to wear two sports bras to contain her huge, bouncing tits.

Julie had been pretty good about sticking to her diet, but she was jealous of me whenever I would get fast food or order something unhealthy when we went out to eat. She even told me that “it wasn’t fair that I could eat whatever I wanted and still be skinny.” I wouldn’t have considered myself skinny, as I had put on a little weight and was built larger in general but compared to Julie, I guess I was “skinny.”

When Julie’s friend from work got moved to different hours, she tried going by herself to the class, but wasn’t having as much fun, and was actually starting to dislike it. She also said that feet had been kind of sore lately (likely from doing so much exercise with her 250-pound body bouncing up and down on her tiny size 5 feet), so she took a break.

April 2015 (approximately 250 pounds)

By early April, Julie had also given up on her diet and was back to enjoying fast food and desserts on a regular basis. They also opened up a local sandwich shop within walking distance of her apartment, and we started going there pretty regularly. They have since closed, but I miss those sandwiches. They were way too big, had great quality ingredients, were pretty inexpensive and a delicious special sauce that they made. I feel like those sandwiches alone contributed to decent portion of Julie’s gain. I think the sandwich she usually ordered had something like 2,300 calories, and she would usually finish it along with a small bag of chips and a coke.

May 2015 (approximately 260 pounds)

If I had to guess, Julie was probably back up to 260 pounds by mid-May. She had once again put the scale away in the closet and was generally in a much better mood. She loved food and denying herself that just made herself miserable. I think it also helped that her mom had put back on most of the 50 or so pounds she had lost and was no longer pressuring Julie to lose weight with her.

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June 2015 (270+ pounds)

Julie continued to put on weight throughout June, though I wasn’t sure exactly how much. She definitely seemed fatter, but I couldn’t tell if she had got back up to her highest weight, as she still had a little muscle under her fat this time from the months of working out regularly. She was upset that they made her take a new picture for her driver’s license, as she wasn’t prepared and felt she “looked fat” that day. She showed me her license when it came in the mail a couple weeks later, and it said 270 pounds next to her weight. If she had put that on her license, I suspected that she was actually a little heavier than that.

July 2015 (286 pounds)

As it got much hotter outside, it seemed like Julie was never in the mood to go outside and do anything. She would much rather stay inside and enjoy the air conditioning. I had bought her a 3DS for her birthday a few months back, and she was really into playing a couple puzzle games I had recommended. It wasn’t uncommon for me to come home from work and find her lying in bed playing on her 3DS in a pair of gym shorts and a tank top that were too small for her.

Normally, she made sure that her belly was always covered up by her shirts, even when it was just us two in her apartment, but when she got preoccupied with her game, she didn’t ever notice her belly bulging out from under her shirt. Julie had also moved up into 38M-cup bras, which we both thought was crazy. M-cup seemed like such a massive size, and they were seriously huge. They were so big and soft, and made the perfect pillows.

After a trip to the doctor, Julie told me that they said she was still in good health, and hadn’t even made a comment about her weight, despite her being 286 pounds and only 5-foot 1 inch tall. Julie had specifically looked for a doctor online that wouldn’t give her flack about her weight, as she said she “knew full well that she was too heavy” and didn’t need to hear the same speech over and over again.

August 2015 (approximately 300 pounds)

Julie got even bigger and fatter over the next month, and I’m sure she had passed 300 pounds. She looked insanely hot with her huge, cellulite-covered ass, incredibly soft thighs, massive, globular belly and enormous 38M+ sized tits. All her clothes were way too small for her, she was getting super lazy, and she was still eating a ton. But, despite us still having fun together and having great sex, we both knew things were not working out. We had very different ambitions that didn’t mesh and had gotten tired of trying to make things work.

The breakup wasn’t easy for either of us, as we had been dating for close to three years, but at least we didn’t hate each other in the end. Since we still have some mutual friends, I have seen her occasionally since we broke up. Julie hovered around 300 pounds for a few months after we ended things, before dropping back down to about 250, and then down to around 200 a couple years later. Though the last time I saw her about six months ago, she was starting to look a little plumper again and was probably around 220-230 pounds.

I have some other fun stories about some girls I dated after Julie, but those will be much shorter. Hope you all enjoyed it!

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Loved it. Can’t wait to hear about the other ladies 😉

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After breaking up with Julie, I dove into the world of online dating. I had several dates with some very nice and attractive women, but they never really went anywhere. I decided to try out a dating site that catered to curvy/BBW women and got to chatting with a gorgeous woman I’ll call Samantha. She was super funny, incredibly sweet, and had the most beautiful eyes. Also, in her profile it said she was 5 foot 3 inches tall and that she weighed 260 pounds. Most of her photos were only of her from the chest up, so I couldn’t really tell what body shape she had, but she was absolutely gorgeous regardless. We decided to get lunch one weekend so we could meet in person for the first time.

The day before we had our date scheduled, Samantha messaged me saying that she had something she needed to tell me. She said that she realized she hadn’t updated her profile on the dating site in a few months, and was now actually 285 pounds, and didn’t want to shock me when we met in person. I told her that didn’t bother me at all, and she had nothing to worry about.

I arrived at the restaurant first the next day and got us a table. Samantha showed up about 10 minutes later and I got to see her in person for the first time. She was just as gorgeous in person and was wearing a cute sleeveless blouse and jeans. Her breasts were probably about a 40F cup if I had to guess. They weren’t massive like Julie’s, but they were certainly more than a handful.

Samantha carried most of her weight in her belly and booty, giving her a nice round pear shape. Her skintight jeans didn’t hide at all how wide her ass and thighs were, and her big round belly was tucked into her pants. When we hugged each other, I couldn’t get my arms all the way around her, and I could feel her huge, round, soft belly squish into me as my hands pressed into her squishy back fat.

She was a little shy at first but started to open up after we got some beers and our food. Samantha told me that she had always been big, but so was the rest of her family. She said that her brothers and parents would always make fun of her for being the smallest, as they were all well over 400 pounds. At the end of our lunch, she invited me over to her place that weekend to watch the Dodgers game, as she was a huge fan.

When I got to her place on Sunday afternoon, she had already prepared a huge spread of snacks and drinks for us to enjoy. It was a ton of food, and I asked if anyone else was going to be joining us, to which she replied no, it was just going to be us. She was wearing a long-sleeve Dodgers t-shirt and a pair of jean shorts. The shirt was skin-tight, and most of her thick, cellulite-covered thighs were exposed. Her long, dark hair was tied up in a ponytail with a cute blue bow as well, and her makeup was flawless.

Sitting on her couch, we watched the game and talked about baseball, while also digging into the many snacks she had prepared. One thing I noticed was how dainty of an eater she was, especially compared to Julie who was much more “ravenous” when it came to eating. She never took too big of a bite or put too much on her plate. Despite this, the snacks slowly started disappearing and I wasn’t eating too much myself.

I noticed a family photo on the wall, and Samantha was right – she was a lot smaller than the rest of her family. Yes, she was a little shorter, but she was also not nearly as fat as her parents or siblings. Her mom was still very pretty, however, and a good indication of what Samantha would look like with another 100+ pounds.

By the time the game ended, most of the snacks were gone, and she had probably consumed 5 or 6 cans of coke. Her waistband seemed to be digging into her big belly more than earlier, and I’m sure she wished she could unbutton those tight shorts. I remember her saying something like, “I know I shouldn’t have had so much, but you can’t really enjoy a game without eating, right?” I agreed with her and mentioned that she shouldn’t worry about how much she is eating.

Samantha said, “Yeah, I used to watch what I ate and still couldn’t get below 250 pounds. I think I’m just meant to be fat. I know I’ll probably be as big as my mom someday.” I said that wouldn’t be bad, as her mom was very pretty, and that she would look great at any weight.

We went out on a few more dates, and it seemed like her appetite was increasing. I think she was growing more comfortable with that fact she was gaining weight, and just wanted to enjoy herself. After we had been going out for a few weeks, we were at an ice cream parlor downtown and she had just finished her sundae. She said, “Your 300-pound girlfriend would like another hot fudge sundae,” half-jokingly. I loved that statement for so many reasons, because she 1) said she was my girlfriend for the first time 2) told me she was 300 pounds like it was nothing 3) was asking me to get up and get her more food, and 4) was comfortable eating two large desserts. Of course, I immediately got up from my chair and got her another large hot fudge sundae. How could I refuse?

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After going out to eat at a local Italian restaurant and watching Samantha stuff herself with half a loaf of bread and butter, a salad covered in ranch dressing, a huge plate of fettuccine alfredo, a couple pieces of garlic cheese bread, tiramisu, and a few strawberry lemonades, we went back to her place. We were making out on the couch when she suggested we move things into the bedroom. I had yet to see her in anything other than regular clothes at this point.

She went into the bathroom to change while I stripped down to my boxers. Samantha walked into the bedroom wearing a pair of purple polka-dot panties and a black lace bra. She had let down her long dark hair out of the ponytail she was wearing earlier. I loved how much her huge, round, heavy belly dominated her frame, surging out in front of her and jiggling as she took heavy steps towards the bed.

As she got closer, I could tell that her pants had been digging into her belly after dinner, as there was a red line where her waistband would be around her gut. Her belly had a lot of faded stretch marks, but also some dark red new ones on the lower part of her belly and near her hips. I loved seeing and hearing how much the mattress sank and the bed groaned under her weight.

Samantha hesitated to climb on top of me as she looked down at her big belly. She said, “I don’t want to crush you.” I responded that she didn’t need to worry about that, and that I wanted to feel her on top of me. She carefully straddled my legs and I could feel all 300+ pounds of her sitting on me. Samantha then undid her bra, letting her fat tits rest on her stuffed belly.

I started rubbing her stuffed belly, which she really liked. She said the belly rubs felt good, and that she shouldn’t have had so much to eat at dinner because she felt so full. We continued to make out and feel up each other’s bodies. She was getting incredibly turned on (as was I) and let me know she was ready.

After some slightly awkward, yet very passionate sex, we were laying in bed and I heard Samantha’s belly rumble. I asked her if she was hungry, and she smiled and nodded yes. I went to her kitchen and grabbed a box of cookies and a pint of ice cream and brought it back to her, where she proceeded to finish both while sitting in bed naked. Samantha rationalized the consumption of about 1500 calories by saying we had “quite the workout” while having sex, which I thought was cute.

We went out a few more times over the next several weeks and fooled around some more, but the writing was on the wall. We soon realized that we didn’t have much in common and decided to stop seeing each other. It was a couple months before I started seeing another woman, “Alice,” who was the first self-proclaimed feedee I ever went out with. More on that soon…

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The next girl I went out with was a vastly different experience for me. I’ll call her “Alice,” and she was a former model who had since moved behind the scenes to do photography/editing, and then proceeded to put on over 100 pounds in the course of a couple years with the help of her toxic feeder ex-boyfriend/coworker. We actually met through one of those sites for people looking for new friends to go out and do things with (as I had just moved to a new area), but she was very open about her past and excited to learn that I was into the feeder/feedee thing too (after she nonchalantly brought it up).

She was very clear from the start that she didn’t want a relationship but was happy to hang out and let me buy her food, and said she reserved the right to change her mind about having sex with me. Alice knew she was drop-dead gorgeous, and even told me she got hit on even more at 260+ pounds than she had when she was under 120 pounds (during the time she was modelling).

Alice was about 5 foot 5 inches tall, had jet black hair with pale skin, and was very bottom-heavy She had to have at least a 60-inch ass, along with enormous thighs and a fat, jiggly ** belly. She exclusively wore black leggings with thong underwear, which did nothing to hide how much her huge booty jiggled when she walked. Her breasts were probably around a 38G, and most of her tops showed a lot of her fantastic, jiggly cleavage.

She told me while we were hanging out at a theme park that she had only gained weight to make her ex happy at first but ended up loving how she looked and felt the bigger she got. Plus, now she got to eat whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted. Alice dumped her ex after he tried stealing money from her but was still interested in gaining weight even though she was back to being single. Her goal was to be 300 pounds, but she also mentioned that she may not want to stop gaining once she got there.

Alice was a little bit obsessed with her appearance, but also incredibly smart and really fun to talk to. We always had great conversations when we hung out. When we would go out to restaurants, she would always complain that my car was too small, as I drove an older sports car and her hips spilled over onto the center console while also pressing into the passenger door. She also loved trying foods she had never had before, and even if she didn’t really like something, she would always clean her plate.

I invited Alice over to my apartment one night to feed her a massive amount of food and watch some Netflix. This was the first time I had ever had an actual feeding experience. She text me a long list of food requests, including various desserts, food from her favorite fast food restaurants and what wine she wanted. She came over wearing her usual black leggings and a dark red button-down shirt that was a little too tight across her bust, leaving some gaps where you could see her black bra underneath. Of course, Alice’s hair and makeup were perfect as always too.

Alice sat down at my kitchen table and waited for me to serve her. She wasn’t one to do a lot of things for herself, and I’m sure her laziness contributed a lot to her weight gain. After eating about 4,000-5,000 calories worth of food, she proclaimed she was stuffed, and we went to my room to watch a movie.

She reclined against the headboard and then pulled her stuffed belly out of her leggings, letting it rest on her massive thighs. The buttons on her shirt looked like they were about to pop, so she asked me if I would mind if she took it off. I told her to make herself comfortable and she undid the buttons slowly, I think purposely trying to tease me.

Alice said, “oh, that’s so much better. I need to go shopping again. This is the last nice top I have that fits me, or, used to fit me I guess.” She looked so sexy sitting there in her plain black bra and black leggings, her big stuffed belly bulging in front of her. After the movie was over, she got up to go to the restroom and when she came back, she was grabbing her breasts and looking down at them.

She asked me, “do you think my boobs are too small? Like, I know they aren’t small, but compared to the rest of my body I mean.” I wasn’t sure what to say, but Alice continued speaking anyways. “I would love to have some massive tits, you know, like some of those adult models. Did I ever tell you I considered getting implants when I was skinny? I kind of wish I did, because they would look more natural now with all this extra weight. Can you imagine how hot I would look with tits out to here?” She put her hands about a foot away from her chest.

“But I know any more weight I gain is just going to go to my ass, like always. I can’t believe I used to think I had a big butt when I was skinny. But look at it now – it’s so fat. I notice guys staring at it all the time.” I loved that she was telling me all this, which only made the fact she wasn’t interested in me even harder to deal with.

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Soon Alice and I got into kind of a routine. She would come over a couple times per week after work, I would buy a ton of fast food or make her a big dinner, she would stuff herself, and then we would watch Netflix while she sat in bed next to me with her gorgeous growing belly hanging out of her leggings.

After a couple months, she had finally made it to 300 pounds and was so happy. Her breasts had gotten about a cup size bigger, her belly was sticking out more and hanging lower, and her gorgeous face now had the beginnings of a double chin. But her ass and thighs had received most of the gain, as expected. Her body reminded me of Margot (pics below), but with larger breasts. Her booty was so soft and jiggly, and wobbled around everywhere she walked. You could see the cellulite through her overstretched leggings, and her brightly colored thongs were usually poking out above the waistband.

Another month or so later she was approaching 320 pounds, and all the weight was going to that magnificent ass and those massive thighs. Alice complained to me one night while watching Netflix that she was dying to have sex, as it had been a few months for her. I offered that I could help solve that problem, and she sat there for a moment considering it.

“I don’t know,” she said. “Wouldn’t that make things weird? Like, I know you find me attractive, and I like you as a friend, but I’ve just never thought of doing that with you.” I asked her why not, and she said she didn’t really have a reason, just that she didn’t ever see us that way.

We continued watching TV for a while until she turned to me and said, “okay, if you want to have sex, let’s do it tonight. But I’m super full, so you’ll have to do most of the work.” Young and horny as ever, I enthusiastically agreed, and she slowly stripped out of her leggings and thong, leaving her sports bra on. I stripped down as well, and we did it for the first time. She was ridiculously hot, and that ass was incredible to finally sink my hands into, but there was just no chemistry. I hated to admit it, but she was right about not ever seeing us together.

We hung out a few more times after that and wanted to stay friends, but she got offered a job about 100 miles away that paid way better. Alice invited me to come hang out once she got settled in, but I never had the time and we eventually stopped talking. I did see one of her photos pop up about a year later, and she was well over 350 pounds and looking as beautiful as ever.

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After my non-relationship and falling out with Alice, I started dating another girl I met on one of the popular dating apps. “Jenna” was super cute with nice chubby cheeks, curly dirty blonde hair and a light dusting of freckles. She was 5 foot 8 inches tall and weighed about 250 pounds. She had a before/after picture on her profile showing she had lost over 100 pounds in the last couple years. She went looking huge with a big double belly, probably 44G or H-cup breasts and a huge ass to being simply soft and chubby with D or DD-cup breasts and a plump, yet much smaller ass.

We went out on a couple dates, and she seemed really into me, more than any other girl I had ever dated. I was also falling fast for her, and by the end of the third date we were already in bed together. Things felt like they just clicked for both of us.

While Jenna was proud of her weight loss, she confessed to me that she missed some aspects about being fat. She said she missed having bigger boobs, not fixating about what she ate, and how much she stood out in a crowd. She said since she lost the weight, people didn’t seem to notice her as much, as she just kind of blended in, which she was not expecting.

Jenna also told me that when she broke up with her ex-boyfriend, that he told her he liked her better when she was heavier. She said at first, she assumed he meant he missed her “fat-girl” personality, but she was now wondering if he meant her fat body. Jenna asked me point blank if I thought she was better looking when she was bigger. I tried to be as diplomatic as possible and explained that while I thought she was gorgeous currently, she was also pretty damn sexy when she was bigger.

I thought she might be upset after I told her that, but Jenna said she wished someone like me would have told her that a couple years ago before she forced herself to eat salads everyday instead of actually enjoying herself. She then started talking about all the different foods and deserts she used to make, and how much she missed eating them.

Once she knew that I liked bigger women, her diet completely changed. The first few times we went out she only ordered small, healthy meals, but now she was ordering whatever she felt like having. Jenna loved Italian food, and would order these cheesy, carb-laden, calorie-filled dishes that I couldn’t have hoped to finish – and she was eating them until her plate was clean in one sitting.

Jenna was also the first girl I dated that lived within walking distance of my apartment, so we saw each other almost every day. I think we were both kind of bored/lonely at the time and simply having each other around was nice. Most nights we’d just hang out at my place and watch TV or play Mario Kart while she raided my fridge and pantry. I made sure to keep my kitchen well-stocked, and we also started making more meals together. Every few days, she would come over with some massive dessert she had made at home “for me to try,” which she usually ate most of herself while relaxing on my couch.

Her figure quickly started to fill out again, and she seemed a lot happier. Luckily, she had kept most of her clothes from when she was bigger, so she didn’t have to spend a lot of money replacing her wardrobe. Jenna gained weight pretty evenly across her body, and I noticed that every inch of her was getting softer and fatter. At first, she didn’t like me touching her soft, jiggly belly rolls, but as we grew more comfortable with each other she would purposely place my hand on her belly and press it into her fat.

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Jenna started asking me more and more questions about what I liked about her growing body. She got so turned on listening to me talk about how much I loved her squishy belly, big tits, thick thighs and plump booty. Months later, I would realize that she desperately needed all my attention all the time, but at the time it seemed like we were both just incredibly infatuated with each other.

Since she loved eating and didn’t seem to mind gaining weight, I brought up the idea of feeding her and purposely trying to gain weight. Jenna had no idea that was a thing guys could be into, and she was immediately excited and on board with the idea, which sort of surprised me. I remember her saying, “if me getting fatter turns you on, then I will get as fat as you want.” I don’t think I had ever heard anything so hot.

It surprised me how much she seemed genuinely into gaining weight. When we’d go to the store together, she would point to things and say, “oh, I bet that would help me put on some pounds,” or “you’d love to watch me stuff myself with this, wouldn’t you?” I thought things couldn’t get any better.

Jenna was soon approaching 300 pounds and looked amazing. Her breasts had regained some of their former size, and her belly had been getting so much fuller and softer. We were still hanging out almost every day, and she was eating more than ever.

Her parents were divorced, and she still lived with her father, and one day he asked her if everything was okay (as he noticed the recent weight gain). She said that she was fine, but he continued pestering her about her weight for the next few weeks. Jenna then started hinting about wanting to move in with me, but we had still only been going out about 5 months, and I didn’t feel like I was ready to be living together yet. I told her that in a few more months I would probably be ready.

We continued to date for another couple months, and we started going to the beach regularly once it got warmer. She looked so hot in her bikini, with her multiple belly rolls hanging out of her tight bikini bottoms, her wide hips and thighs spreading out when she sat down. Her 42FF breasts really filled out her bikini top to capacity as well. Jenna loved going in the water, and I loved watching her walk back to our beach chairs, as I got to see her 320-pound body jiggle all over.

I thought our relationship was going great, but things soon went south. I had to go back to my parents’ house for a few days for a funeral, and after I was gone barely 24 hours, Jenna was calling me and asking me to come back to see her because she was lonely. I told her I missed her as well but wouldn’t be back for another couple days.

While I was attending the funeral, she called me at least 10 times and left very long, increasingly angry voicemails. Jenna claimed I didn’t care about her and couldn’t believe I needed so much time away for just a funeral. I called her back later that night, and she told me that she didn’t think things were going to work out because “I wasn’t dedicated to her.” She also told me that she was at her ex-boyfriend’s house, and that he was willing to be there for her when I couldn’t be.

That really cemented that things were over, and I stopped answering her calls and texts begging me to come back after a couple days. It was fun while it lasted, but I was so happy to be out of that relationship.

And that is the somewhat anticlimactic end of my ex-girlfriend weight gain stories. This has been fun, so I think I’ll post some weight gain fiction I’ve wrote next. Thank you all for reading!

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@xxxdmcxxx This has been so interesting. I cant wait to see the fiction you write too.  

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Elena wg story 

I dated this woman from Norway (25) I was 20 at the time so she was a big older but nothing obscene 

 

We would always FaceTime and every time we did I noticed that her chin would be a bit bigger or her face would seem rounder but I thought it was nothing until we got abut closer and she would just lie on her bed on ft with just her panties and like a jumper. She would also start sending me videos of her fondling her ass in which I noticed it was getting BIG and heavy to the point it was unrecognisable. Eventually I confronted her on this and she denied any weight gain until on ft she was showing me her ass and her thong blew right off. The worst part was she didn’t realise till she turned too the mirror and saw her lack of panties and was horrified. She later admitted it had happened before but she’s didn’t want to tell me and I don’t blame her but it was probably the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. We broke up since then but I’ve saw her a few times and she’s still growing like I saw her at the pool and she was covered in new stretch marks. 

Anyway what yous think ?