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Chapter One “I can’t believe I spent two years dating that asshole. He could barely hold down a job for more than a couple months, and then he has the nerve to criticize me for gaining ten pounds after going on birth control, which I did for him by the way,” my good friend Wendy vented to me. Her last relationship never seemed like it was meant to be, despite how hard she tried. Wendy had a long history of dating assholes, though she would never admit to it. She would often drive herself crazy trying to mold these idiots into the perfect boyfriend. But people never really change all that much. “I’m sorry Tom, I didn’t want to spend our entire day together complaining,” Wendy said. “It’s quite alright,” I replied. “There’s no need to apologize. I’m just glad to hear you’re doing better now that he’s out of your life.” “Thank you,” she said. “As usual, you were completely right about him from the start. Maybe I should just have you pick my next boyfriend for me.” “Well, I do have this 90-year-old patient who is the sweetest little old man,” I said. “I think you two would make a great couple.” “As great as that sounds, I think I’ll have to pass,” Wendy replied, laughing. Wendy and I had been friends since middle school, though we have never dated or even shared a kiss. Everyone always said we seemed so perfect for each other, but we both knew that wasn’t true. I was only into exceptionally curvy women, which Wendy was not, and she was only into bad boys, which I was not (at least most of the time). That’s not to say that I found Wendy unattractive. In fact, she was very beautiful and had men chasing after her for as long as I could remember. She had medium-length dark brown hair that was always perfectly styled, flawless tan skin, striking green eyes and a trim figure with perky DD-cup breasts. For most guys, she would have been the total package. After high school, Wendy moved to the opposite side of the country for college and decided to stay there after she graduated. She had always dreamed about living in New York when we were growing up, and now she was finally living out that dream. I had stayed in Los Angeles where we grew up and pursued my dream of becoming a doctor. I couldn’t imagine leaving the sunny weather to live in a place where it snowed or even got below 50 degrees on a regular basis. Every six months or so, Wendy would fly out to L.A. to visit her parents and sister, which also gave us the chance to spend the day together at our favorite place in the world – a certain theme park with a popular mouse mascot. When we finished our long day of waiting in lines, going on rides and eating our favorite junk food, I dropped off Wendy at her parents’ house and we said goodnight to each other. I wished we could have spent more time together on a regular basis, but at least we still got to see each other a couple times a year. Chapter Two Over the next six months we occasionally text each other to see how things were going. As Wendy’s next trip out to her parents’ house approached, we scheduled our next theme park visit. Usually I would pick her up on my way out, but this time she offered to meet me at the park instead. As I waited near the front gates for her to arrive, I got to do some people watching. It was an especially hot day in Southern California, so most people were dressed in shorts and t-shirts or tank tops. There were quite a few thick and curvy women walking around in revealing clothing, much to my delight. I received a text message from Wendy that she was just getting off the tram and headed in my direction. I looked up from my phone to see if I could spot her. I saw a few women that looked like they could be her from a distance, but I still couldn’t find her in the crowd. I was also finding myself distracted by some of the more voluptuous women walking quickly towards me. There was a lot of wonderful, jiggly cleavage on display as they walked quickly to get in line to enter the park. One woman in a tight blue and white striped shirt was especially distracting, as she had very large, almost perfectly round, yet natural breasts and a cute little chubby belly that was hanging over her tight jean shorts. As I looked up to see this chubby woman’s face, she kind of reminded me of Wendy. She had on a large pair of sunglasses, so I couldn’t see her eyes, but she had a striking resemblance to my friend the more I studied her. I noticed she was clearly looking in my direction and started walking towards me. “Oh crap,” I thought. “She must have noticed me staring at her boobs.” “Tom!” the woman yelled as she started half-jogging toward me, her huge breasts and chubby belly jiggling in her skintight shirt. I recognized her voice. “Wendy?” I said, puzzled. “Can you believe this heat?” she asked, her chest continuing to jiggle once she stopped in front of me. “No, it’s crazy,” I said. “It’s supposed to get up to 95 today.” I couldn’t believe that it was Wendy standing in front of me. She must have been a good 30 to 40 pounds heavier than when I last saw her. Her perky DD breasts had grown into ever-so-slightly less perky G or H-cups I estimated, and her formerly flat belly was now quite plump. Wendy’s hips also seemed a little bigger, and her thighs looked deliciously thick and squeezed into her tight shorts. “Well, shall we go inside and get something cold to drink?” Wendy asked. “I could go for a little snack too.” “Yeah, let’s do it,” I said. “I’m getting a little hungry too.” As we stood in line to get some cream cheese filled pretzels and sodas, I couldn’t help but look at her expanded chest. Her extra-tight shirt didn’t show any cleavage, but I was almost glad it didn’t, as I would have been even more distracted. Even completely covered up, her tits looked incredible. Normally it would have taken Wendy a while to eat one of those large pretzels, but she finished it in just a couple minutes and drank her entire large coke. I noticed on the first ride we went on, that the lap bar was now touching her chubby belly. In the past, the lap bar would contact me first, leaving her skinny body some extra room. Now it was touching both of us. After going on just one ride, she stopped to get a couple corn dogs and another large coke. I was again amazed by how quickly she finished her food, and how much she seemed to be enjoying it. Now I was starting to see why she gained so much weight so quickly. Just an hour after eating those corn dogs, Wendy requested that we stop for lunch. We went to a restaurant that specialized in fried chicken, and she ordered the four-piece meal with mashed potatoes and gravy, a side of mac n’ cheese and a biscuit. Again, she got a large coke, making it her third before noon. I thought there was no way Wendy could finish that large plate of food, but she proved me wrong. As we left the restaurant, she spotted a stand selling ice cream, and got a chocolate chip cookie ice cream sandwich. Throughout the rest of the day, Wendy continued eating at what felt like once an hour. I didn’t want to say anything about it, as I thought it was cute, and she didn’t seem to think it was a big deal. I also got to enjoy watching her new, much larger breasts bouncing around as she walked. Her perpetually stuffed belly also seemed to stick out a little more than it had in the morning. I desperately wanted to ask Wendy the reason behind her gain but didn’t want to make her feel bad. Plus, she didn’t seem concerned about it at all, which was unusual for her. After our long day in the park, we said our goodbyes and I gave her a hug. I could feel both her huge, squishy boobs and stuffed, bloated belly press into me as we embraced. For the next few months, I couldn’t get the image of Kelly’s chubby and busty new body out of my mind. She had started to morph into my dream girl, and she probably didn’t even realize it.

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