[Those familiar with weight gain fiction may recognize the following story as
having similarities to another posted elsewhere on the internet. This
version, however, takes a different and hopefully more positive course,
especially as the participants jointly realize their true inner dreams.]
Marc and Kimberly were newlyweds at the solid age of 25. They had
recently graduated from an Ivy League school and were from similar social
backgrounds. Both their families were, therefore, quite approving of the
match.
After all, Marc was a good-looking guy with an athletic build and fine
corporate future. Kimberly was radiant, tanned and trim, the result of
working out at the gym via aerobics with her collegiate girlfriends. She
weighed 115 lbs. at 5'6" on their wedding day --- within a pound or two of
what she had been for her entire adult life after losing forty pounds (at her
Mother's insistence and the incentive of a new car) in high school. Both she
and Marc enjoyed skiing, tennis, and other physical activities. He also
enjoyed good food, but deferred to her wishes for moderation. He recognized
that all her friends told her how proud she should be of her firm and toned
body, as though that in some way was the ultimate definition of her worth.
The wedding day, which happened to be on the New Year's Day weekend,
brought happiness to both Marc and Kimberly, who promptly left for a family
financed 21-day honeymoon to the Pacific Islands. The weather was great and
the romance even better. Over the first week, besides constant love making,
the two newlyweds tanned on the beach and participated in the water sport
activities sponsored by the hotel. They also dined sumptuously on mahi mahi
and other delicacies at the fine resort restaurants. Marc had promised to
"spoil" her on the honeymoon, and Kimberly found herself quite enjoying it.
Week two of the honeymoon came about and the two tired of the water
sports and just decided to lounge on the beach and relax. Marc discovered a
number of entertainment spots developed by the natives for the tourist trade
and took Kimberly there in the evening. In addition to music and songs
featuring talented players in multihued toga like garments, there were
strange and scrumptious delicacies. Marc was fascinated by the variety and
encouraged Kimberly to try all of them --- along with the exotic drinks that
accompanied them.
By the time week three came Kimberly commented that she felt a little
tummy bulge since they had been enjoying so much good food. Mark just smiled
and reassured her that she was gorgeous. Kimberly rationalized that she might
have gained two or three pounds due to too little exercise, a problem she
knew she could resolve as soon as she had access to the gym back in the
states. But for now she continued to explore the cuisine of the far east as
they spent the final week in Auckland and Melbourne.
The honeymoon ended and the two newlyweds came home where both of them
had to head off to resume work and start their lives as a married couple. Upon
getting ready for the office her first morning back, Deb noticed a tightness
in her skirt. She dismissed it as just a feeling because she had been wearing
shorts and a bathing suit for the past three weeks. At the office the girls
had arranged a "welcome back party" with a full array of pastries, pies and
other goodies. Kimberly felt a little embarrassed, but ate generously of what
everyone had put together. She skipped the gym, for the long day at work she
found tiring.
Upon arriving home she curiously hopped on the scale and saw that it now
said 122 lbs. instead of her customary 115 lbs. Well, Kimberly thought to
herself, a gain of 7 pounds during a three week honeymoon was not the end of
the world, especially since she would be back to the gym starting tomorrow to
work it off. She prepared a salmon patty dinner with Rice-A-Roni and frozen
peas for Marc and herself, then relaxed in front of the TV. About an hour
later Marc arrived home --- bringing a surprise coconut cream pie for dessert.
At first she was shocked --- but as the evening's love making progressed she
was inwardly happy that he had been so thoughtful. Supper really hadn't been
that filling and the pie really did hit the spot.
The next day some of the pie remained, so she and Marc finished it off as
part of with breakfast. The very fact of having a substantive breakfast was
something Kimberly had skipped in college and after graduation. But in
married life, she was finding out, it was something her husband expected ---
even if he had to help make it.
After work some of her friends invited her out to celebrate a co-workers
birthday. It was a buffet of hors'deourves which Kimberly found herself
enjoying. Without really thinking, she had two and a half plates along with a
coupe of drinks. She didn't even think about going to the gym. That evening
Marc called to say he would be a bit late from work and so she had a little
more time to cook --- preparing a meat loaf with mashed potatoes and green
beans. Nothing overly caloric there, she thought. But then he came home with
a pint of pecan ripple ice cream and, again, by the end of the evening she
found herself happy that he had been so thoughtful.
On the third day Kimberly and her friends found themselves running behind
at work and they had to put in overtime. She skipped the gym again. About
7:00 she and her co-workers ordered pizza and chicken to eat while working.
She had around four pieces of pizza and a couple of pieces of chicken. When
she got home around 10:30 she found Marc had prepared a green bean casserole
with garlic bread. Although she was not really hungry she felt compelled to
eat with him as a loving newlywed. And somehow she felt protected and pampered
in his loving arms as her bulging belly pressed against him in bed.
On day four back from the honeymoon Marc found himself getting weary of
back to back ten and twelve hour days. A new play was in town, so about 3:00
he called Kimberly and announced that he would pick her up at five for dinner
followed by a show. Any thought of the gym promptly went out the window and
she had a fine filet mignon repast with baked potatoes and squash at a fine
restaurant downtown restaurant.
.
Friday evening was traditionally time she and Marc spent with his parents,
and this week was no different. This was the evening that his Mom actually
cooked, giving the resident housekeeper/cook the night off. This evening it
was a fine piece of salmon with curried rice and vegetables. His Mother, who
was always mildly critical of her super trim physique, also had a three layer
cake from the bakery for dessert. In prior times she had always politely
eaten a courteous amount and then taken the balance home, always being careful
to praise the quality while pleading a small appetite. This evening, however,
Kimberly ate every morsel with an eagerness and zest that drew a knowing smile
towards Marc from her Father-in-law. Marc smiled back at his Dad and said
nothing.
And so it went for the first two months back from the honeymoon. Kimberly
settled into a pattern of increased food consumption, with Marc smiling and
others saying nothing. Kimberly seemed oblivious to the fact that she was
continuing to slowly gain.
Finally at the office, however, a couple of the gals mentioned to Deb that
she was quickly getting that happy married look. Initially she took it as
meaning she seemed happy in her new marriage, but then she realized they were
talking about her developing honeymoon roll around her abdomen. She retorted
that when she had less work and time to exercise it would be disappearing soon
enough. But inwardly she was concerned that her gain was becoming obvious.
That weekend was a long three-day weekend with a Monday holiday and Mark
and Kimberly just stayed at home after what had been an especially hectic week
following a long vacation. Kimberly, trying to probe Marc's feelings about her
weight, commented on how she was feeling really relaxed as a married woman.
His response was to simply smile and get very sexually aggressive. They spent
the next three days romping in the hay while ordering pizza and Chinese food
delivered several times
Over the next three weeks Deb did finally find her way to the gym, but it
was only six times, as things were just always too hectic or she had
engagements with her friends. When she went to the gym everyone always asked
her how married life was treating her. A few patted her on the tummy when
saying so, but she thought little of it. Marc seemed content, she was happy,
and what difference did it make if she gained a few pounds?
Kimberly did know, however, that her clothes were feeling tighter, and so
finally took advantage of a few of the gift certificates she had gotten at her
wedding shower and went shopping for some new work suits. She had been
promoted just a few weeks before her marriage and just had not had the time to
buy anything new while planning the wedding. When Kimberly went shopping, she
had the sales gal measure her and pick the clothes off the rack that would fit
her just as she had always done in the past and really did not pay much
attention to the size.
A few more weeks passed and Deb made her way to the gym all of two more
times as she was always feeling she was either too tired or too busy. Life at
home was great and relaxing, as Deb loved getting home early and being a bit
of a homebody and enjoying relaxation while watching TV and sometimes snacking
It was around ten months after being married Deb was in the copy room at
work making copies of a report due later in the day when she overheard two co-
workers talking. One was complaining about gaining a few pounds and Deb
thought to herself that she too had noticed a few extra pounds on this co-
worker. The other co-worker commented that it could be worse. At that point
the girl complaining about her recent gain asked in what way. The other girl
retorted, "Well you could be filling out like our newlywed Kimberly".
Kimberly was irritated and could not believe her ears. That night after
work she raced home and hopped on the scale. She expected to see at the most
130 to 135 lbs, but instead it rested on a nice round 143 pounds. She was
shocked! She looked at herself in the mirror and could see a little difference
compared to the old self she remembered. She even remarked silently that she
carried the weight pretty good. But she was surprised and having gained 28
pounds in less than a year.
But, she reasoned, it was now mid November and not the best time to be
worrying about starting a diet with the holidays coming soon. Kimberly felt a
little remorseful but thought it best to just watch herself over the next two
months or so and then work hard after the new year began. How much difference
can a month and a half make?
Thanksgiving came, and then came the push to Christmas. There were lots of
parties, especially now that Marc and Kimberly had to worry about both sides
of the family and lots of friends. Kimberly was busy constantly with friends
and loved the weekends where Marc and she could just hang out at home and be
true homebodies. Marc shopped with her a couple of times, finding cute winter
outfits that she liked. She made sure they fit her well, as she wanted to
wear them to the many activities over the holidays.
They spent the New Year's at her parents house. It was the first time they
had been able to visit them since the wedding. Her mother, who had pressed her
so hard a few years earlier to reduce, commented how she had gained some
weight since the wedding. Kimberly thought to herself, "if you only knew that
I've gained 30 pounds since marrying."
Later that day Kimberly overheard her Mother and Aunt talking, her Aunt
commenting that Kimberly had sure put some pounds on since her wedding. Deb
hoped her Mom would stick up for her. However, her Mom simply remarked,
"Well, it all started during the honeymoon. She came back showing a bit of a
tummy on her from the South Pacific and she has just been steadily putting
the weight back on ever since".
"At first I thought she might be preggers and you had forgotten to tell
me,"replied the Aunt, "but then after getting close to her I could see it
wasn't pregnancy weight."
"No," her Mom commented back, "Its certainly not pregnancy weight. And at
the rate she has been gaining over the holidays I think we are going to have a
full fledge porker in our family soon"!
Kimberly walked into the room at this point and both her Aunt and Mom
laughed and her aunt said, "Here she is our plump newlywed! We were just
talking about you."
Kimberly quickly changed the subject.
At home that night Kimberly asked Marc flat out if he thought she was
getting too heavy and told him what had happened.
"I think certain relatives ought to keep their opinions to themselves --- I
think you look just lovely, and if they are going to be upset at your gaining
a few pounds they are going to have to consider me an accomplice!"
"Yes," she said, relaxing," I guess you have given me more than a few
calories."
"Which, unless I am mistaken, you have thoroughly enjoyed --- so why don't
we forget about Mama and Auntie. They don't live with you; I do - and enjoy
it!"
A few days later she received a phone call from one of her girl friends
from college, asking if she wanted to go out for lunch while the friend was in
town. They hadn't seen each other in eighteen months, and were to be joined
by two others from college. Kimberly gladly accepted.
She met her three friends at the restaurant at 1 PM. They were already
sitting at the table. Kimberly came up and surprised the girls as they were
busy talking at the table. At this point one of the girls noticed Kimberly's
blouse creeping up above her waistband, exposing the full roll of flesh
peeking over the top. As Kimberly hurriedly pulled the blouse down the friend
blurted out, "Oh my look at you girl...you're getting fat too!"
Kimberly quickly noticed that the other three girls also indeed did all
seem plumper --- one definitely weighed more than she did, but she had always
been chunky. They gave each other hugs and ordered their meal. Kimberly had
a buffalo steak burrito with black beans and a vegetable shiskabob on a
skewer. It was rated on the menu as 780 calories, but she didn't bother to
note it. As the discussion progressed it became apparent that her three
friends were not upset about their weight and that was reassuring to Kimberly,
who by now had lost all interest in diets and gym workouts.
This was just as well, for the new year started quickly with Kimberly
being given responsibility for overseeing four other employees. In March she
was given six weeks to prepare for a multiweek business travel assignment in
May culminating with a seminar in St. Louis. The girls at the office had
taken to bringing treats to relieve the stress and Kimberly, now aware of
Marc's relaxed attitude towards her weight, felt little reason to abstain from
sharing in the freely available pastries, take out food. and occasional
sweets. After a few months her clothes again began to feel a little tight.
So, a few days before she was to go on the trip Kimberly decided she wanted to
look spiffy while at the corporate office, so she went out and bought a few
new outfits.
While at the store the sales girl that always serviced her commented, "Wow!
At the pace you are going, we won't be seeing you at our store any more. Looks
like you will be graduating soon to our store downtown."
Kimberly asked her what she meant by that? The sales girl came back, "Well,
you know. Only our downtown store handles the plus sizes". Kimberly just
stood there speechless. The sales girl, now a bit uncomfortable, tried to make
up for her comment and said, "Oh don't worry, they have all sorts of great
selections for the fuller figures."
What is this, Kimberly fumed as she left the mall store and began driving
home. "How dare she say that to me. I am not that big". Kimberly slowed the
car and looked down towards her waist and her tummy that was now protruding
out far enough that it pressed against the steering wheel. She was amazed that
it was sticking out that far. She felt it again and saw how soft it now was
and then felt hunger come over her. On impulse she decided to drive through
to get a Big Mac and some fries. As she ordered she thought, "Oh, really
smart...a Big Mac to fill my growing belly."
Kimberly arrived home before Marc and decided it was time to get on the
scale once again. She got near the scale and looked at her tummy and said,
"Well, no more than 150 pounds I bet...at the very most". On the scale she
climbed and the needled bounced high at first and then low and came to a rest
at a startling 163 pounds. "What!", Kimberly thought, "Something must be
wrong with this scale --- it can't be on zero". Kimberly checked the scale and
repositioned it. Got back on and this time she felt better as it now only said
159 pounds. Kimberly contemplated what had happened....16 pounds since the
first of the year and 28 in the year before that, for a total gain of 44
pounds since getting married 18 five months earlier.
"Well," she thought, "I am not telling anyone about this as I will be
losing at least some of it after I come back from the business trip".
And with that she headed off happily in her new fitting suits.
No one mentioned her weight during the first two weeks of the trip and she
felt only a few people gave her that odd look that heavier people sometimes
attract in public. But on the last Sunday before heading for St. Louis
Kimberly was relaxing at poolside where snacks and soft drinks were provided
free of charge, when a moderately large woman, somewhat older than Kimberly,
came by with her husband and said, "Kim,. Kim, is that you?"
Kimberly, lying on the sun chair, looked up and said yes.
The woman then said, "Oh, it is you. I saw you yesterday, but I told my
husband that it can't be you because Kimberly doesn't have a fat belly on
her....guess I was wrong".
Kimberly kind of laughed and said, "Well, its me".
The lady then said, "Its sure good to see you. Remember me, I am Jean, the
one who used to babysit you when you were a child.
Kimberly acknowledged that she remembered but had been fishing for the
name. She knew that Jean had known her as a fat child, and also knew how she
had struggled to lose weight. Deep inside twinges of guilt pecked away at her
conscience.
Kimberly then asked Jean her how she was and what was new in her life. Jean
replied she was doing great and that her and her hubby had moved to LA. Then,
after her husband had gone inside to watch a ball game, the woman said to
Deb, "Well, I can see what you have been doing the last few years ..... you
had slimmed down so much but looks like you've rediscovered food. I bet you
have put on a good 50 pounds."
Kimberly grimaced inside, but just put on a happy face. The woman changed
the subject and the two conversed for several hours while they both snacked on
the free cheese, chips, nets and soft drinks provided by the hotel. When the
woman got up to leave she gave Kimberly a hug and said, "Sweetie, please take
care of yourself! You're fat and getting fatter...you're a married woman now,
not a child. Dan's not happy with me being heavy and Marc is going to feel
the same way if you don't watch it."
This judgmental crack depressed Kimberly and she spent the next two days of
the seminar the next week in her room, leaving only for the sessions and to
get breakfast. She knew she had been getting fatter, but had felt fine. Marc
seemed happy as well. She resented the crack and indulged herself with room
service, television, and a computer hookup to an online service. That was
where she first came across the size acceptance chat room.
At first it seemed weird --- people discussing their weight and being
comfortable with it. She learned over the next few days that some men
actually prefer heavier girls but feel socially pressured to deny their
preferences. She also learned that having lost weight it was quite common to
regain it absent strenuous efforts.
"That," she thought, "is me. Fat child, lose weight to please society,
relax, and get fat again without really caring about it. But I can do without
the remarks by well meaning persons who don't understand. But .... could Marc
actually prefer me large?"
This question weighed on Kimberly during the first week home. She only had
time to be a homebody and catch up at work. Then Marc came home with the
exciting news that they were both going to get away for a week in the
mountains. It would include the opportunity to go skiing, one of Kimberly's
delights from past years. Kimberly prepped all week for the trip getting
things in order at work and shopping for new ski outfits as she knew nothing
from past years would fit.
Marc and Kimberly arrived late in the evening at the mountain resort lodge
and got a good night sleep so they would be on the slopes first thing in the
morning the next day. The day was perfect for skiing and Marc pushed hard to
get in as many runs throughout the morning, something Kimberly and he always
did every time they skied with the group in the past.
By 11 AM Kimberly tired of the strenuous activity and said she would let
everyone go on without her as she should go take a break in the lodge. Marc
decided to join her and the couple spent the rest of the day in the safety and
comfort of the lodge enjoying the abundant food of the buffet, the games and
the spectacular views. It seemed to her
that he enjoyed the relaxation as much as he did the slopes ---even more.
Day two saw another early start, and again she was tired after four
hours. Marc again joined her and they relaxed; the pattern was repeated on
day three. Late in the afternoon of the third day she called the office to
check in --- then had to wait near a pay phone for a call back. While waiting
for the call she could hear two of the girls from the morning ski group coming
down the hall. They stopped just around the corner from the payphone by the
newspaper rack, where Kimberly could now make out what they were chatting
about --- her.
She heard the first girl say, "I estimate we will only see her out on the
slopes one more time the rest of the week." The second girl replied, I am
betting we do not see her out there at all the rest of the week. Did you see
her out there two mornings ago? She looked like the Abdominal Snowman out
there."
"Yes, agreed the first. "It is amazing how marriage can turn someone into a
Lane Bryant customer over night. We'd better hurry and get to the buffet
before Kimberly gets there."
The next morning Kimberly made sure she was out on the slopes with everyone
else, first thing. She stayed with the group until lunchtime, where she
announced she was just too pooped and would rest up in the lodge for the
afternoon.
One of the other girls then said, "Yeah, I am going to join Kim as well.
The extra twenty pounds I am still carrying from having the baby two months
ago has got me pooped as well. I guess us fatties will just sit the afternoon
out." And she poked Kimberly in her belly and said, "Lets go eat!
"
Marc and the girl's husband joined them at the buffet, then wandered off
while the two plump wives talked. "Being heavier takes it toll on some
things," said the girl, whose name was Carol, "but it also has its advantages
--- especially if your husband likes a woman with some meat on her bones."
"What do you mean?" asked Kimberly.
"Matt has always wanted me to be plumper --- and now that I've had the baby
he has been treating me like a queen in the hopes that I won't lose. Frankly
I've been enjoying it."
"You mean you aren't intending to lose the weight you gained?"
"As if I could by trying! Doing that requires more sacrifice for most
people than its worth ---if you're naturally heavier, then its best to just be
that way."
The conversation made her decide that she had to have a frank talk with
Mark. All the remarks told Kimberly knew she was getting noticeably heavier
and really needed to know how he felt about her size. So that evening she
confronted him.
"Marc, I know you love me and seem willing to accept anything within
reason. But you need to know that I am heavy enough now that some people make
remarks about me --- yet I have also found out that some men prefer heavier
women. Honestly, what do you think of me really? Do I need to exercise more,
eat less, and lose weight --- or at least not gain any more? Or what?"
"Or what?" he replied, "Have you discovered that you enjoy the heavy life
despite the criticism and just want to be reassured that I also like you that
way? That's what I am hearing."
"You mean you think I am asking you for permission to be fat?"
"Not permission --- but freedom to recognize what you have innately been
all along. Can I be completely honest?"
"Go ahead. I'm ready."
"You are correct in your feelings. I care about you and will love you at
whatever weight you decide makes you happy. We have a relationship that is
based on class, interests, shared beliefs and goals in a score of ways ---
size is just part of the mix. But, when we were in college the fact of your
having lost weight as a teenager was something you were very open about. You
told everyone how hard you had to exercise to keep your figure --- and how
much you hated doing it. And I, as one who given a choice likes chunkier
women, wished then that I had known you before you lost weight, for on my
watch you would never have had to be put through that torture. You may note
that no one in my family has criticized you for being too heavy."
"True," recalled Kimberly, "Your mom used to call me a skinny thing and
threaten to fatten me up."
"And you never really objected. Which made me think that perhaps someday
you might feel free to let your body follow its natural tendencies rather than
your Mother's nagging, which is what you have been doing."
"And you like it?"
"I love it."
"Even if I can't keep up on ski slopes?"
"You do well enough --- think of all the fine food those addicted to
athletics miss out on. There is a balance somewhere, I am sure."
"So how plump would you like to see me?"
"Oh, somewhere over 200 maybe - or a little more. Why don't you decide
what you are happy with rather than asking me to set limits."
"Well, I could exercise more and be in better condition."
"That is always good for anyone, regardless of their weight --- maybe even
more important for larger people I would think."
"So you would help me exercise if I asked you --- especially if weight
loss was not the goal?"
"I think it would be an ideal balance."
The ski week ended and Kimberly and Marc arrived home safely with no broken
bones. Dave was exhilarated by the trip as he had skied it all week just like
he and Kimberly had done in prior years. Both he and Kimberly were also
relaxed that they had cleared the air on the weight issue.
Well, Monday was back to work and of course that meant Kimberly had to
spend the next several days getting caught up. But there was a new attitude
of confidence about her which was noticeable to her coworkers.
Over the next several months Kimberly parked her car several blocks from
work just to make herself walk. Marc made a point of planning activities,
even leisurely hikes, that required walking on the weekends. And the two
young people formed a habit of walking a mile or two each evening. Kimberly
noted that she was quickly building up stamina and energy just by the effort
--- even though the scales continued to inch slowly upward.
It was getting towards their second anniversary when Kimberly and Marc
again went up to her Mom's home where her critical Aunt was visiting as well.
Upon Kimberly stepping through the front door of her Mom's home, her Aunt
blurted out, Kim Kim, look at you! You are so fat! What's happening to you?
Deb looked at her with serene confidence and said simply, "Oh, just putting
on some beautiful honeymoon rolls for my loving hubby"! And Marc put his arm
around her and beamed.
Later on that evening Kimberly got curious about her actual weight. She had
tried to find out a few months earlier, after returning from her trip, but
their one scale had not been where she expected. So on she used her Mom's
medical slide scale. She kept moving the slide weight up and up, past 175
pounds and then past 180 pounds, coming to a balanced rest at 188 plump
pounds.
Two years before, she thought, I would have died to see this. But, now,
seventy three pounds in 24 months it doesn't seem so much. And she smiled.
By their third wedding anniversary Kimberly was a comfortable bride of 211
pounds and was developing added girth from a fresh pregnancy. She and Marcher
went back to the same resort they shared their honeymoon at in the Pacific
Islands as an anniversary gift to themselves. With her retiring from her
career to take care of the baby they both knew it would be many years before
they would have her time or money to do it again.
During the visit, out under the southern hemisphere's warm January sun, Mark
gazed contentedly at his wife's love handles, soft features, and abundant
honeymoon rolls.
Both he and Kimberly were content.
(An Observer Adaptation)