(As edited by The Observer)
[This story was lifted from a Weight Board post and is furnished here as an
illustration of how "normal" true FA/BBW relationships can be. It is
principally a love story rather than a weight gain tale, but illustrates from
real life what hopefully is the ideal of many]
Many of the stories I see here are about massive weight gain over a relatively
short time. Let me tell you a different sort of ``success story''.
When I met my partner, eighteen years ago, she weighed about 154lbs. Since she
is 5'10'' tall she didn't look particularly fat, nor was I attracted to her
because of her size -- she was a big, strong, clever, interesting, active
athletic gal of the kind I'd always been attracted to. She played tennis and
squash rackets regularly, and had in earlier days been her high-school's high-
jump champion.
Early during our first dinner date she revealed that she'd been teased by
previous boyfriends about her appetite for food and her weight, and told me
that she'd resolved never to put up with such nonsense again. I said that I'd
no intention of teasing her, that I was more than comfortable with her size,
and that I hadn't yet got any idea about her appetite for food.
Well it turned out that she truly enjoyed eating good food, and had few
inhibitions about the amount she ate. Whilst I didn't, at the start of our
relationship, know that I could be turned on by watching someone eat, the
delight she took in food became more and more erotically exciting to me, and
food began to play more and more of a role in our love life.
During the first couple of years of our relationship she gained about forty
pounds each year. It wasn't an enormous amount, and I don't think that she
took much notice of it, except to buy new clothes from time to time -- she
certainly didn't seem to mind her increased size. But for me her increase in
size came as a revelation: I realized that I was eagerly anticipating seeing
her ``overflow'' her current clothes size, that I was becoming more and more
turned on by her flesh, and that I was beginning to have erotic fantasies
about her becoming enormous.
There was, however, a problem . I didn't quite know how to tell her what I
was thinking and feeling. Nor did I know what she would make of it if I did.
After all, she didn't seem to be worried about getting bigger so I thought it
would be a little bit patronizing to say ``it's ok'', and a bit dangerous
(objectifying?) to positively ask for more. So I just kept quiet, we enjoyed
our lives together, and she became larger and larger over the next four years.
On our sixth anniversary I told her how much I enjoyed her increase in size,
and her response was simply ``It was obvious, but I'm glad you've told me.''
No sudden gluttonous gorgings, no speed-gaining trips -- indeed no spectacular
reactions at all.
Today she is still fit and active, has a half-time job in child protection,
and nobody she knows (including our doctors) tells her she's too fat. We take
our two kids walking down the local river at least once every couple of weeks,
and although she gave up rackets when she reached 300lbs, she still plays
tennis from time to time. She dresses beautifully, and walks with her head
held high. Although I've seen people stare at her in the street and on the
beach, I've only ever heard admiring remarks.
I'm happy to admit to being an FA (fat admirer) and I wish you all as much
happiness in realizing your fantasies as I've had since realizing what my
fantasies were.