The Story of Sandra

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As I pass the age of 80, I recall being entranced with women gaining weight from the age of about 8, when I would eagerly mentally reverse the before and after pictures of woman losing weight in the Sunday newspaper. It felt ‘nice’ in some unfathomable way I only began to understand years later.

A few years later I recall having what I, many years later, identified  as my first orgasm while aggressively ‘tickling’ a chubby boy while swimming in a lake. I had other infrequent titillating fat appreciating experiences with guys my age as I went through high school. I never thought much of it, nor did I worry about it. In high school  recall fondling a slightly chubby older girls soft rolls and that she suggested I enjoyed them more than her breasts, which was true.

In college I was a late bloomer and largely driven by the societal standards that thin woman were most desirable. My fat appreciation took a serious decline. In graduate school I dated a woman of normal weight and appreciated it when she gained a few pounds. I encouraged her to continue and she slowly gained weight. As part of my graduate studies I was away from her for 5 months and when I returned was just ecstatic to find she had continued to gain weight. We eventually married and had a daughter, and after a few more years mutually agreed to split up. By then it was about 1972.

I moved to the west coast and arranged to rent a room in a large old house with about 4 other people.  There I met Sandra. Sandra was a pretty good looking, physically fit woman who did yard work for a living. It wasn’t too long before we were a couple. One day Sandra and I were out putting up supports for pole beans and she was on the ladder and I noticed some nice jiggle on her inner thighs. I instantly thought how nice it would be if there were more jiggle and thought maybe I could help make that happen. I began buying her ice cream and Sarah Lee cakes and she happily and presumable unknowingly consumed them. About that time she had a bad car accident and decided to try a different career, which turned out to be running parts for a small auto repair business. Between the extra calories and getting less exercise she continued to slowly become a little bit chubby and a lot softer.

Sandra and I moved into a private home and I put ever more effort and intellect into providing her with lots of fattening calories. And it got easier and easier since the guys at the auto repair shop were drinking copious amounts of beer all day and eating big calorie-packed take-outs for lunch. She had a 30 minute commute each way and would usually consume 2 dark beers on the way home. I recall noting her ‘uniform’ shirt and pants almost bursting as she sat on the porch having another few beers and eating potato chips. I did almost all the cooking and would make her lunches involving lots of mayonnaise which I carefully applied thickly and then smooshed into the bread so it wouldn’t be obvious. I always included Reese's peanut butter cups and chocolate bars for desert and snacks. Breakfasts were as fattening as I could make them. When we had scrambled eggs I’d prepare hers separately using lots of butter. Gobs of butter on her toast. Heavy cream in her coffee. At night I’d often suggest a pre-bedtime snack. Ice cream or fried bananas with lots of butter were her favorites. At Christmas I’d buy 2 or 3 quarts of eggnog and mix it with heavy cream and rum. She’d drink it right up with never a word. I used to make brandy alexanders for her, again with lots of cream.

I began to tell her how much I enjoyed her softness and while eating some fattening treat she sometimes would ask me where I thought the calories should go on her body. I’d often offer her a treat telling her it was to “make more Sandra”.

After about 5 years she and I split up. I got married and my wife and I kept in touch with Sandra.  Over a year or so Sandra lost almost all the weight she had gained and became very physically fit. We moved to another state and only saw Sandra every few years. My wife died and a few years later I visited Sandra and my other friends and we went to dinner at a Mexican restaurant where I watched Sandra eat two huge chimichangas. She had put back on all the weight she had lost.

A few years after that I agreed to help Sandra move to a new apartment. I confess I was also interested in getting my hands on her fat body! When I arrived I was amazed to see she had continued to gain weight and was certainly well over 200 pounds. Unfortunately she made it clear from the beginning she wasn’t interested in a tryst.

In conclusion, I deny that I ‘sabotaged’ her diet since she never had one. ‘Secretly’ fed her? – it should have been obvious after a short while that I was bent on fattening her up. I must say the dynamics of ‘secretly’ fattening her up were intensely erotic.

I believe she knew all along what was going on and found it exciting. Because neither of us ever knew there was such a thing as ‘feedism’ or ‘fat admiration’ we never explicitly discussed it. I sure wish we had because going to the next level of ‘weigh-in’s and photos and sensually enjoying her expanding body would have made it even more erotic.