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Author’s Introduction This is a true story, sort of an early version of this website. If it seems a bit misogynistic, it’s not, Amy was just a b-word in real life. PLEASE ENJOY This is substantially a true story. It is as true as it can be, told 20 odd years later by someone who wasn't a principal player. It occurred in the very early 90s when social media consisted of answering machines, beepers, community access TV, sleazy magazine ads and paper fliers tacked up on walls. Amy and Mike were engaged, but there wasn't much energy to the relationship. They were both grad students going for their second masters degree at a prominent university in NYC. Through some friends they met Jake. Jake was a bright and energetic guy, but not the college type. He had been in civil service since he was 18. All of them were in their late twenties. They became friends. Jake was not dating anyone, he wanted to date Amy. Jake really wanted to date Amy. The three went on a weekend trip to a Amy's Mom's beach house in the Hamptons. Amy changed into a bikini. Jake would later admit he was kind of disappointed in how she looked. Amy was tall, about 5-9", and very,very thin. She had a beautiful face with high cheek bones. Her mouth was small, with full lips. With clothes on she could pass for a model. Without clothes, she had no muscle tone at all and body that hadn't seen the sun or meaningful physical activity in decades. What little skin she had, just hung there somewhat disconnected to her bone structure. It would be very safe to say that on this day her measurements were 32A,20,32 and she weighed little more than 105 pounds. The love triangle spent the next two days walking the beach and drinking. There was now too much tension between Mike and Jake for this to last. One week later, Amy showed up at Jake's apartment, in tears that her engagement to Mike was now broken off and she had no where to stay. Jake consoled her and she moved in. "Mike is mean to me", she lied. Mike worshiped her and just wanted her to work harder on her theses. Mike kept trying to call, but eventually the phone was left off the hook and no answering machine messages were returned. Jake was burly, he had a physical job and as such he needed to eat a great deal, for all that activity. Amy sat across from him in a local restaurant. The order given was, as appetizers, a salad with croutons and bleu cheese dressing, an order of fried calamari and a large pizza. As entrees, they each had lasagna and chicken cutlet parmigiana. Amy was flush from all the nourishment and pulled Jake back to the apartment for the night of his life. Jake's apartment was a real bachelor pad. Full of furniture salvaged from street side garbage. The only mirror was used for shaving and as such was mounted to some odd tiles in the shower itself. The height of the mirror was such that Amy could see herself while showering from the chest up only. Two weeks later she was showering and noticed in the mirror she was now full cup size bigger. "Wow" she yelled for Jake to come and look. It wasn't news to him, the regular exercise he made her get and the eating were making her look better. Jake was in a bit of a quandary, he liked woman thin. He really liked them thin. He was always eating and as a result too many of his past girlfriends had just ballooned up and then he then let them float away. However the only thing he liked more than thin women was money. His gears were turning. "Hello Sue?" said Amy over the phone. "You won't believe how big my tits are getting" Amy later phoned another two friends with bascially the same message. Jake came home hard, because all he could think about was Amy filling out. She looked great. Healthy with some muscle too from the exercise he insisted she get. She had gained weight, but most of it was in her chest. She must have been underweight considerably. "Amy come on, lets start working." he called as he walked in. If he didn't check, no work would get done. "You have to complete your theses so you can be done with grad school and start earning your own money". "Screw You" mumbled Amy thinking Jake couldn't hear her. This scene repeated many times. Months later Jake and Amy were walking, she was wearing a bare midriff shirt that now was questionable to Jake's taste. She hadn't stopped gaining weight and was starting to get some extra meat in places like her stomach. She was now a full C cup and soon to be a D , but he did like his women thin. She had gained close to 20 pounds since moving in. Her friends had received three calls with bra size updates. Her measurements were now 34C, 25, 34. An idea had been bouncing around in Jake's head and it had finally gelled. He convinced Amy to pose for him in just panties in front of a plain white background. He added some work lights on the side to fill shadows and set up his 35MM SLR camera on a tripod. As Jake was loading the film in his camera, Amy disrobed. Her face was fuller now, her arms were thicker, her breasts, still a full C cup. Her waistline had grown a few more inches. Her butt was an oddity though, because she had had so little exercise in her life, it was broad and flat. She was still what people many would consider tall and thin. Jake took about 6 pictures. The next day was the start of a long holiday weekend and Jake made sure they ate and drank as much as possible. They proudly strutted from party to party with Amy wearing very boob conscious tops. She was vain and loved the attention. Two weeks later Amy called Jake into the bathroom, gesturing at her view in the mirror. "Look at how big they are" She was proud. "Hello Sue........". Later that day Amy posed again against the background. As she was undressing to pose, she first took off her shirt. As she had announced, her breasts were getting too big for her bras. Back in those days, jeans were very high waisted and unforgiving, she now spilled out over the top. Jake took another six pictures.and rewound the film in his camera, He walked over to the photo hut and dropped the film in a bag with his name and phone number. Two days later, when he picked up the film, he got quite a smile of admiration from the clerk. Jake had ordered normal prints and double 5 by 7 prints of everything. Jake went to a professional printer and arranged for a small run of a black and white sheet with a picture from each session positioned sequentially, the sheet would have room for 6 pictures, but only the first two would be filled. All the other frames would be filled with the words "See What's Next" and at the bottom the name of his new company " Bigger Enterprises" and a post office box number. Jake then bought ad space in the back of those free local concert newspapers and the back of several 3rd tier magazines that had ads for mail order brides, escorts, etc. They lived in NYC and Jake posted fliers on walls, especially in Mike's neighborhood. He had no reason to torture Mike, but he thought it was fun. The idea was that people would subscribe to mailings. Every two weeks they would get another print with another picture filled in. Premium subscribers would also get an 8x10 glossy every month and a year end summary pamphlet. Amy was kept anonymous. In the photos her face was blacked out across the eyes and ears and her genitals were blacked out so they didn't have to worry about any pornography laws in some obscure areas. He name was supposed to be Lotta, but they switched it to Elly. The checks started pouring in, at $25 for a six month subscription, Jake was a happy man. His girlfriends always had gotten too fat for him, now he had a way to make money from that phenomena. Amy was happy for now. Three months into this and Amy had filled out considerably. As her friends knew, she had been a D cup for some time. Her chin was now doubled. When seated her stomach extended quite a bit. She had gained 45 pounds since moving in with Jake and 25 since the photo sessions had started. They now had a total of 900 subscribers, mostly from the States, but some from Canada, and Europe,and even one in Asia and the Middle East. The bulk mail rates didn't apply for foreign mailings, but Jake didn't charge them more because he was honored to extend what he called "His Brand" when speaking to Amy. Bigger Enterprises received a letter with an offer they couldn't refuse. The local cable access community channel was going to give them a 5 minute, monthly show that would air between taped high school football games and an S&M call-in-show. The S&M show was very popular. They arrived at the cable TV studio and set up. The plan was that the show would start with stills in chronological order of Amy's gain. Then they would switch to live and Amy was to stand nude, then read her measurements aloud. The cable company provided one person that was a camera operator/lighting/director/stage manager. His name was Tom and Amy realized they had gone to kindergarten together. He called her Elly, but she didn't know if Tom had recognized her from school. This now reminded her that she was about to be wearing only a pantie in front of her local community. She panicked. "Three, Two, One!" counted Tom. Before the camera light turned red, Amy rushed the camera. The monitor now showed her from the knees up to the neck. You couldn't tell who she was. She was no longer properly lit and was now bad slightly out of focus and a bit off color. She went through her routine, but didn't speak, Instead she held he measuring tape up to the camera forcing Tom to refocus constantly. Amy now measured a very soft,38D, 32, 34. Back in the apartment, Jake's Betamax VCR recorded the show so he could keep a record of it forever. The next morning, the local radio shock jocks talked about her show. They usually made fun of the S&M show and now they had more material and spoke at length about the Elly Show. Three days later, in the PO Box was a simple note, please see Post Master. The Post Master handed Jake a bin full of envelopes, each with a check for $35. Jake and Amy laughed as they cashed the checks. They took a trip to Atlantic City. Amy wore a dress showing off her curves and deep, deep cleavage. She had changed so much in three months. She strutted in the casino. Her new hips swayed, her belly stretched as she did and her breasts kept the beat going. Jake was cheap, but occasionally he could have some fun. Everything was good, except one thing, she hadn't worked much on her theses. It was due in three months. All extensions had been exhausted. She had 100 pages remaining to write. She had three thousand subscribers. Jake started a pay call in number so subscribers could hear Amy(Elly) measure herself and sometimes she would come in live. The charge of $1 per minute showed up on peoples phone bills. They made $500 per month from this. A few weeks later, Jake yelled at her "Concentrate". "We need to finish this" "I'm hungry" lets eat, I'll do better after I eat. Jake was annoyed she had made so little progress. Amy was annoyed that she had to do something. To write her theses, Amy used a small personal computer, it had an amber screen, which means that text was displayed in glowing amber color over black. She stored her theses on 5-1/4" floppy disks and printed her reports on a dot matrix printer. The kind that used to make a lot of noise as pins pushed ink off of a ribbon. The ribbons tended to dry out. Her theses required 10 discs to store it. They went out to dinner. They ordered a meatball pizza as an appetizer, a salad and two orders of garlic bread. As entrees they had buttered steaks with potatoes and a cheese sauce. For dessert they had sundaes, espresso and a plate of Italian cookies. After the meal Amy felt full for the first time since moving in with Jake. The next day, while Jake was at work, she called Mike. He came right over. "So it is you on those posters" said Mike, gesturing at her figure. "Yep", said Amy, grabbing her boobs that Mike had only touched when they were two dimensional. She was now 60 pounds heavier than when she had moved in with Jake. Her breasts were no longer queen of her body, her belly now had that honor. "What do you think of me? What do people think of me....like this?" gesturing with her stomach. Mike started to answer and she interrupted him..... "Jake beats me and is force feeding me" "Please take me back, I'll be all yours." She lied to manipulate Mike. Jake wasn't nice, but the abuse wasn't physical and he never told her to match him bite for bite when eating. Mike wasn't sure what to do. He had loved her once, but she had hurt him. She now probably outweighed his stringy body. This was when young equaled thin and this was new to Mike. "Let's see" he said and grabbed her and kissed her. The physical experience was completely new. She was way bigger than any girl he had dated. Lying down her body flattened out somewhat and he couldn't keep his arms far enough apart to not be resting on her. Her enthusiasm, fueled by a desire to get away made it a memorable time for Mike. "I'll call you" said Mike. he left not sure what to do. As Mike walked out, he walked by some FanArt they had been mailed. It was a digital bust of Amy made all of Xs and Os to simulate shading. Mike saw Jake in the hall. Jake said hi, Mike looked nervous and told Jake he had come by to discuss some research they had shared. He said it loudly so that Amy could hear it and give the same story. She did. Tonight was another photo session. Amy stood proud. She thrust out her chest, and her stomach followed just below. After the session Jake insisted they work more on the theses. The night before Amy's theses was due, they finally finished writing it. She only had to print it and deliver to her teacher by 8AM. The printer started and it was obvious that the ink had dried out. "I told you to buy new cartridges weeks ago!" Jake screamed. They walked to the new office store a few blocks away to buy a ribbon. Amy's clothes were way too tight now. Back then stylish clothes were only available for very small women and Amy hated this. She was wearing a way too small button down designer blouse. She could only close half the buttons. It was hard for her to close her high waisted jeans. He stomach was split in half by the jeans arcing below and above the belt line. Jake walked into the store and immediately found the necessary ribbons. Amy chose this moment to browse expensive pens and stationary. Jake angrily grabbed her by her purse and pulled for her to follow. As Jake pulled her, the barely closed shirt burst open, her stomach spilled out and her breasts surged over her bra. She screamed, he pulled again, the clasp on the bag lightly scratched her hand. She screamed again. A salesman called the police. Jake heard this and knew that for a civil servant to be connected to anything like this was bad. He walked out and went to a nearby bar for a few hours. When he returned home, he could see Amy had taken some things and left. There was a knock at the door. "NYPD, Detective Parker", I would like to ask you a few questions. Jake told him his side of the incident at the store. Over the next few days Detective Parker left 3 messages for Amy. Amy never returned to hear them. After five days, Inspector Parker was waiting for Jake when he came home. "Jake, Amy is now a missing victim of an alleged assault. If she doesn''t turn up in 24 hours you will be arrested." Jake left messages on the two answering machines he thought would reach her. He called Mike's number and Amy's mother's beach house. Amy was at the beach with Mike. she wore a small bikini showing the body now 80 pounds heavier than it was a year ago when she was with Mike. Her face looked little like it used to. Her once narrow cheeks were now large, round and gave the appearance of squishing her small round lips. Her chest was large and her cleavage was deep. Her stomach protruded past her chest. She got out from under mike long enough to call Detective Parker and assure him she was fine. Amy and Jake never saw each other again. Amy and Mike haven't seen each other since Mike handed in his theses. Amy handed in hers late, she never went back. Her diploma was mailed to her mother. Jake later met and married a girl who had enough of her own money and personality to not need to match him meal to meal. They live a quiet happy suburban life that they don't really deserve. Bigger Enterprises is no more. Mike went on to get two PhDs and met a great woman. They have beautiful children and are far away and couldn't be happier. Amy supposedly has a job helping people and when rarely sighted she can be either a size 18 or a size 2, but she doesn't call anyone so no one knows how big her boobs are right now and they really don't care.

Title says it all. Anyone know good stuff involving big girls squeezing themselves into tight spots? Bonus points if they get stuck ❤