Part I
It was about fifteen minutes until boarding time. I had come in on an
earlier flight, and was waiting for the connecting flight back to New
York. It had been a fun visit to California, where most of my family
still lives, though they can't hide the fact that they wonder why I like
it so much in the big apple. I was, as usual, strategically positioned to
watch the flow of airport foot traffic, in case anything interesting
should come down the pike. But nothing could have prepared me for what
came down next.
I was dumbstruck. In an instant, my heart rate had doubled. In another
instant, I was pumping so much adrenaline that I couldn't even be sure
anymore whether or not my anxiety was painfully obvious or just a curious
anomaly. Scared, I dug my nose back behind my newspaper. It was the
sports section. But I knew I didn't have much time before I might lose
sight of the apparition forever. I casually (or so I thought) folded up
my newspaper and took a big sigh, looking around as if checking to see if
a friend had returned from the bathroom. She was still there.
How could she have gone far? A beautiful blond-haired brown-eyed woman,
with a full chest that led the way about 6 inches in front of her. Her
other features were, to me, phenomenally more impressive. She had an
average waistline, thinnish arms, and no double-chin. But her lower body
was massive. Wide hips that flared out at almost 90 degree angle from her
waist, on either side. She was practically resting her arms on top of
them. As she approached, I could also see a small pot belly. But I
became most worried when I moaned out loud as she passed and I got a view
from behind. And what a behind it was! Each spherical cheek seemed to
have this same amazing ninety degree flaring quality described by the
hips. They were so big, I had to look away for a moment. It didn't help
that the thin off-white sun dress she wore had a waist fitting seam that
pulled the material up around her waist and made it flare off in all
directions southward. So, obviously, because of the hanging quality of
her dress, I didn't get to see much else. One other thing that couldn't
escape my attention was how each cheek's upper rim had a distinct jiggle
to it with each step she took that made the material wiggle around on top
of it.
I thought, well, she's going too slow for me to be able to follow
discreetly, and besides this is a small airport. So I just hung out and
prepared to watch her exit my reality for good. But things just kept
getting better! She made a sharp turn and got in line at the counter at
the same gate I was leaving from! From where I was sitting now, I could
get a real sense of the exaggerations of her profile. I must have blown
my cover because right then she saw me staring at her. I dashed my eyes
away to pretend she was just one of a myriad of things that my bored-and-
waiting-for-the-plane eyes happened to be passing over. But maybe she had
noticed more than that. Because when I looked at her again, she was still
staring back at me, and this time with a wry smile. A whole new tank of
adrenaline seemed to be released into my bloodstream all over again. I
smiled back, timidly, not sure what to do. The line she was in was quite
long. I could go to the bathroom... or move to another seat. But that
would be to obvious. So I stayed there, swallowed hard, and began to have
a facial conversation. I gave her a new, more composed smile, and raised
my eyebrows. She narrowed her eyes, then got a big smile and rocked her
big hips back and forth, causing her rear to jiggle some more and her
so-nearly-translucent sun dress to break out in a sea of motion.
When she got to the front, she spoke to the checker and pointed at me
while saying something. I was sure I was done for. The airport police
were coming. I don't know. She thanked the attendant and walked over to
me. Her chest, though well secured into place, displayed a dangerous
amount of cleavage. And from this direction, I could see the sway of her
tummy and jiggle of her hips as she approached. She sat down right next
to me.
I couldn't stand it any longer. "What did you say to the attendant?",
managed to get out. My voice cracked. I could have died of embarrassment
right there. As in the actual cause of death would have been listed,
"death by embarrassment while sitting next to a lethally beautiful woman."
"I asked for a seat next to yours." she said, with some kind of European
accent that I couldn't place, but it was mesmerizing all the same. Mesmer
himself would have been impressed. She waited for my reaction, but I was
still in shell shock. "Aren't you going to tell me your name?"
"Um, J-Jared. And you are?"
"I am Marian. I hope you don't mind, but I thought we could talk, you
know." She was taking up two consecutive seats, one for each amazing
cheek. It was a good thing, too because if she had been any closer, she
would have been bulging up against me and that wasn't something I was
ready to deal with. Now that she was sitting down, her breasts were
pushed even further up and away. It was like she had a portable fold-out
table of cleavage that showed up whenever she sat down. That’s how big
they were. It was difficult not to stare.
"Sure, I'd love to." The conversation ensued, and things began to get
better for me. Marian was a 28 year old research assistant, and I an
architect, though seven years her senior. Both New York singles, both
from California, though she was much bolder than I. It was like a gift
from the Gods. Our conversation kept going and going... we boarded the
plane, and this time she really did squish up against me. She was glad to
be seated next so someone who wouldn't complain. However, in order to
fit, she had to put up the armrest between us and request a seatbelt
extender. Oh, yes.
By the time we arrived in New York, there was no doubt in our minds that
we had something going. We exchanged both phone numbers and addresses,
and said "Please call. Any time." Actually, I had only been home about
an hour and a half when the phone rang.
"Can I come over yet?" Her voice was plaintive on the phone, but with a
hint of desperation. Even on the phone she sounded sexy.
"I'll be waiting!" Boy was I ever excited. Of course, the apartment was
a mess, so it took a decent Tasmanian devil impersonation to clean up
with the time I had. I lit a fire, put on some Burt Bacharach (never
fails), and set some ice cream on the shelf.
When she arrived, she was wearing a black satiny clingy thing that hatched
whole new breeds of butterflies inside me. Every subtle curve was
accentuated in a soft, dull reflection of the folds and contours of the
dress. I could see that her legs were larger than I had imagined. She
wore minimal makeup and a soft, soothing fragrance. I let her in,
silently noticing that each hip was only about two inches away from the
door frame.
"Ick. Who's this? Burt Bacharach?"
Oops. Strike one. "You don't like him? I'll take it off."
"Just show me where the bedroom is, honey. I need you NOW." This was
good, because I didn't think I could stand it much more either. It's too
bad I had to walk in front of her to show her the way. When we arrived
at the bedroom, she grabbed my head and kissed me violently. As
she was slightly shorter than me (5'6" to my 5'9"), this pushed her
amazingly soft breasts into my chest. My hands first hugged her at the
waist (which was still surprisingly small, even to hug). Then as I first
felt my way out to the ends of her hips, and across her enormous rear, I
found I couldn't even reach everything. She laughed, and began to
stealthily pull my clothes off. Before I knew it, I was nude and she was
still in that form-fitting dress. She then turned around, and I almost
fainted from the view.
"Care to help me get this off?" It was obvious that, though the dress had
a zipper up the back, it was not going to move down any further on this
body. So I unzipped it (to which she replied with a pleasurable sigh),
and began to pull it up from the ankles. Her feet were plump and
overflowing a little in her flats. Her calves were also thick and round.
But her thighs were much larger than I expected, each having nearly the
width of the cheek above it. When I got the dress up to her hips, I got
stuck. It didn't seem to go up anymore. I wondered how she even got it
on in the first place. I tugged, but it eventually took her help to get
it over just one hip and then the other. Beneath the dress, she wore a
very large bra to contain her massive breasts. I could see it digging
into her back and shoulders trying to contain them. She also was wearing
the biggest pair of panties I had ever seen. Silky and pink, they managed
to make their way over ever inch of acreage in the back, around the
fullness of each hip, and form a nice elastic waist. Words seemed
unnecessary now. I undid each bra clasp, producing louder and louder
"mmmm"'s from Marian, until I reached the last one, which I had some
trouble with. Finally I was able to undo it, and the bra lurched forward,
still pinned on by the shoulder straps. Pulling them off, the breasts
finally were able to make amends with gravity and they fell big and round
against her chest. They were very soft and quite heavy and somewhere
between pendulous and spherical.
I began to remove her panties but found I had to do one hip at a time.
Her rear was simply huge, and every bit as beautiful as I had hoped. Just
the motion I was making with the panties made them jiggle a little bit. I
was so excited I could barely stand it.
We made love for what seemed like hours. Amidst her wailings of pleasure,
I could swear I heard her say things like "... make me FATTER!" and
"...oh, I'm getting so BIG..." I passed it off as my overactive
imagination...
Part II
When I awoke, Marian was in the kitchen. I came out in my robe, hair
askew and probably needing a wash. I thought she might have been
cooking breakfast, but she was eating--eating everything in sight. I saw
the empty box of eggos waffles. I hadn't even opened those yet. There
was also an empty egg carton. I think there were at least six of those,
too. I arrived in the middle of a stack of pancakes and a heap of bacon.
Maybe she noticed me, but if she did, she didn't say anything. She was
wearing only the full slip she had on under her dress the night
before, but I didn't remember it being quite that tight. Her hips draped
off either side of the chair, and her enormous rear elevated her in her
seat so that she could barely fit her legs under the table. Forkful
after forkful went into her mouth, and her braless chest bounced along
the way. I tried to get her attention, but she just screened me out. So
eventually, I had to get dressed and go to work, and leave her there,
gorging.
When I got home, she was passed out in front of the television, next to a
couple empty bags of microwave popcorn and an empty pizza box. I gently
awoke her and turned off the TV. She awoke with a lazy smile and said, "I
hope you like fat women. I'm going to be the fattest woman you've ever
seen. Yesterday, I weighed 280 pounds. Now I weigh 284!"
I was dumbstruck. "You don't have to do this for me! I like you just the
way you are!"
"This is for me, Jared. This is what I have always wanted to be. Now
that I know I have a man who will love me when I am huge, I want to be
huge. This is my secret fantasy from as long as I can remember. You are
not going to make me give it up."
"Well there are limits to this kind of thing, you know. Just how big did
you want to get?" I couldn't help myself from imagining the possibilities
of someone who had gained four pounds in just 24 hours, and with this kind
of figure!
"I want to weigh more than 600 pounds. Did you notice where I gain most
of my weight? Of course you have. I'm going to have the biggest rear end
this planet has ever seen!" She giggled to herself.
She was going to do this with or without me, it now seemed. So I declared
that it was measurement time. She hopped on the bathroom scale, and sure
enough, the number now climbed to 285. She squealed with glee. I got out
my tape measure and took her chest measurement at 36, and her bust
measurement at 58. Moving down to the incredibly slim waist, I found a
whole 36 inches. And now for the big one. I needed her to hold the tape
in two different places, because I couldn't hold it all myself. Yep, no
doubt, 76 inch hips.
It didn't take long before these numbers were ancient history. Marian
ate with a determination I had never seen before. One week later, she
broke the 300 pound mark and kept on going. It was true; her hips and
behind just kept getting larger and larger while the rest of her stayed
the same size.
In another month, she reached 400 pounds. She decided it was much easier
for her to live with me, so she moved in. We set up a spare bedroom with
a reinforced king size bed, a restaurant sized refrigerator, an industrial
scale, and entertainment. Marian was at this time probably the largest
woman I had ever known. Her breasts had not increased in size, and her
waist had only expanded to 46 inches. However, her lower body had reached
massive proportions. She now had a hip measurement of 96 inches, and was
over three feet wide. She had no trouble walking in open spaces, but she
was forced to sidestep through hallways. The flaring of her hips and rear
was so exaggerated that she could balance glasses and food on them. Her
thighs had each reached a circumference of 45 inches, making it impossible
for her to wear anything except dresses. She still held her job at the
research lab, but she had arranged it so she could mostly work from home,
on the computer.
Then things took another turn. In two weeks, Marian was gaining faster
than ever. Her seamstress could no longer keep up with the rate she
needed new dresses. She passed the 500 pound mark and just kept going.
She was having more and more difficulty getting around the house, and her
distinctive waddle was turning into more of a slow mosey. She was so wide
now that she couldn't sit in three conventional chairs because her behind
stuck out so far that there wasn't enough room. She was also beginning to
outgrow the loveseat in the living room and would only take the couch. I
was becoming worried, and I decided I wanted her to stop. But she didn't
listen, and ate more than ever.
Part III
Just when I thought things couldn't get any worse, disaster struck. I
arrived home one day to find police and ambulances surrounding the
entrance to my apartment. As I approached, an officer informed me that
Marian had become literally wedged in the doorway to the kitchen, and had
been lucky to be in reach of the phone to call for help. They apologized
for having to break down my front door, but I was just worried about
Marian, and I didn't think to be mad. When I got into the apartment, she
was still there, wedged in the doorframe. She had been attempting to get
through it sideways (the only real possibility for doors, anymore), and
had gotten one hip/thigh/cheek through, and part of her belly, and now was
just plain stuck. Fortunately for her dignity she was wearing a new
dress, but with all the pressure involved, it didn't relieve the friction
enough to pass back the way she came. She just smiled at me and
asked if I could pass her that donut that had been tantalizingly out of
reach for the past hour and a half. I wanted to lecture her right there,
but I spared her the embarrassment.
After she had been cut loose (goodbye, door frame), she went back to her
bedroom, and began munching again. I told her how worried I was, but she
asked me to prove she was unhealthy, and I couldn't. She could still get
around the house, she was doing well at her job (in fact, her reports were
so good she had gotten a promotion), and she could still drive, but just
barely. Her doctor made regular visits and had said she was unusually
healthy for her size. But at 683 pounds, however, she still wasn't
satisfied.
The next day, I arrived home to an even bigger surprise. The media had
come-- newspapers, television reporters, the works. Marian had publicly
announced that she was happy the size she was, and wanted to become the
fattest person in history. Within a week, my life had turned into a
circus. Headlines splashed all across the country reading "Fat Woman
Wants to Gain More (and doesn't apologize for her size)", or worse, "Super
Fatty Keeps Growing!" on the tabloids. The first perk I noticed was that
I didn't have to pay grocery bills anymore. Donations were sent in from
all over the country to help Marian keep up a steady intake of food.
Marian was in an eating heaven and couldn't be stopped.
I had to hire help around the house just to keep things in order.
Julie soon proved to be a life saver. She was a 250 pound busybody who
soon became Marian's biggest fan. She kept up a steady supply of food,
was careful to balance nutrition with all the fattening goodies, and took
care of bathroom needs. However, all the indulgence soon began to rub off
on her, and she was nearing 300 pounds after a few months.
Marian was eating so much that she hardly slept, and the reporters were
beating down our door most of the time. Also there were the construction
workers, remodeling the entire house to accommodate her even in her last
days of mobility, which I would have thought were approaching fast. But
Marian made certain to exercise and move around as much as she could every
day.
Two hundred pounds later, Marian was a breathtaking sight. Nearly 900
pounds of female flesh covered the king size bed. Her thighs and rear
had lives of their own. Watching her stand was an experience I tried
never to miss. She would do kind of a twisting motion with her torso,
over and over, and each time her body would slowly rotate toward the side
of the bed, sending waves over her body. Once she was sitting on the
side, she would lean over into her thighs and grab the wall support, and
then with a groan, pull herself to her feet. At this point, I had to hold
on to something to keep from fainting. The world's biggest butt was now
in view. It was truly huge. Marian was almost six feet wide, and each
beautiful cheek was still almost spherical, save for the expansive shelf
above and the upward-rounded pressure into the mammoth thigh below.
Marian got dressed (with some help), and began to slowly sidestep her way
out of the bedroom and into the living room. Her first stop was at the
scale where she weighed, daily. It was a reinforced livestock scale, but
it was fairly accurate, although it was becoming tight quarters as well.
A little fiddling with the hanging weights put her at around 890 pounds.
Next was measuring-- quite a feat, but not impossible. Her bust had not
been changing much, and had been at 64 inches for quite a while, so we
didn't bother with it. Her waist was now growing, steadily, though, so we
had to check it. Sure enough, 82 inches. Then came the tough part.
Marian could no longer reach the sides of her hips, unless she was sitting
down and leaning far to one side. So she just held the first tape measure
as far down her belly as she could reach. I handed it to Julie, who
brought it around her right side. It was only a 100 inch measuring tape,
so she marked the spot where it reached (somewhere in the expanse of her
right butt-cheek), and threaded it again around to me. It only came to
about four inches away from where we had started. Two-hundred and four
inch hips!
Marian's last recorded weight was somewhere around 1,300 pounds, however,
she kept gaining for almost two years after, reaching a (very estimated)
weight of 1,800 pounds. Immense, immobile, and content, she measured over
12 feet in width, and was so large that at night, I just curled up and
slept on one of her thighs. She told me she had reached her goal, and
wouldn't mind staying this size as long as it was okay with me.
Julie, however, was now more than 400 pounds, and had ideas of her own...
by Doug