Jake's Story

Like most guys, women started dominating my thoughts in Junior High. The one girl who dominated most of them was Sharon. Sharon was a Pom-Pom girl, and a year ahead of me in school. She developed more quickly than the other girls, something I took an early notice of. She had long, curly blonde hair, green eyes, and a beautiful ski-slope nose. But what I really noticed was her body in her too-tight Pom-Pom outfit. Her large breasts, protruding tummy, and thick thighs drove me insane. When I look at the yearbook now, she hardly fat at all, but in Junior High, about twenty extra pounds on a Pom-Pom girl was very noticeable. We had common friends, and knew each other, but I never had the chance to get close to her - that is until one of the guys had a party when his parents were out of town. We sampled some of his parents wine and my courage increased.

I saw Sharon was in the hallway and I grabbed her hand and pulled her into a bedroom. We kissed for a little while, and then she told me she thought I was cute - she told me she always wanted me to ask her out. Well, to a horny fourteen year-old, that's a green light! So I began to feel her body, up her shirt, then my hand slid down to her belly. She pulled my hand back up to her breasts, but my hand went back down to her little tummy, and without thinking about is, I began to massage her midsection. That's when the red light came on. She quickly pulled away and left the room. At first I thought that it was something I did wrong, but why did she let me touch her breasts? She said she thought I was cute... Later I realized that she might have been self-conscious about her body. I wanted so much to reassure her, but I didn't want to offend her. I was never able to get near her again, and she moved away the next year. I admit I occasionally wonder what she looks like now, and I hope that she loves herself, and I know, as beautiful as she was, she's got to be taken.

After my misadventure with Sharon, I spent more time playing sports and hanging out with the guys - girls were too much too figure out. I decided to get a job at the end of my sophomore year in high school. I was never one for working indoors, so when my track coach suggested that I work for a summer camp for urban kids on a nearby lake, I thought, why not? And it might look good on the old college application.

My first job there was just landscaping and grounds maintenance. I figured it would help me stay in shape for football and I might get a nice tan while being paid. But my routine began to include watching the counselors work - well, one counselor-in-training in particular. She had dark brown hair and a tanned complexion, and quite plump - plumper than Sharon. I wanted to talk to her, but I couldn't find an opportunity. That is until I did lake detail, which was basically clearing rocks near the swimming area - a job made much more interesting because it gave me a chance to talk to this beautiful girl. Our exchange of smiles turned into "hi's and then introductions. Her name was Kari. She always wore bright neon swimsuits, which accentuated her round curves. She came off more confident than Sharon, and seemed very natural.

One evening it was dusk and I was working a little late, cleaning the piers. Kari came through the woods and seemed surprised I was there. She said she came down most evenings for a swim. We talked for a while and she coaxed me in the water too. We swam and talked for a bit. We were both looking at this strange shaped little clam shell, when I got the courage to lean over and kiss her. She looked at me with the widest eyes and then I kissed her some more. I pulled her close, and her soft body pressed into mine. We kissed for a while, but not wanting to mess things up like I did with Sharon, I kept my hand roaming to a minimum. We knew there were very strict rules about romantic involvement between camp workers, especially among teenagers, so we agreed to keep things a secret, and began a little affair of meeting nights and making out.

At the end of the summer we decided on a temporary end to things since she lived over four hours away. The week before she was to leave, she left she told me she wanted me to be her first, but she was self-conscious. It was the first time she had opened up to me about her weight. I reassured her that I was very attracted to her, and we could take it slow - if she was uncomfortable, we could stop. I'll never forget how beautiful she was that night. She was wearing this short summer dress, and when the lake breeze caught the dress, the moonlight highlighted her body's contours. I held her and kissed her. She let me touch her everywhere, and then we made love, a first for both of us.

Kari and I kept in touch occasionally throughout the next year. I took a couple of different girls to dances and parties, but none of them turned me on like Kari did. I found myself looking at - watching, really - the plumpest girls only. I distinctly remember being at the mall with my friends, and seeing a younger woman there, probably mid-twenties, wearing a tight red dress, long red hair, and she must have weighed about 300 lbs. I was mesmerized by her rotund, jiggling belly. I made up an excuse to leave my friends, and proceeded to follow her around the department store she went in, sneaking glances at her huge belly, and nice wide butt. The dress she wore told me she wasn't ashamed of her body and I loved it. I remember her so well, because at that point I knew what I wanted in a woman. I secretly hoped Kari would come back even more strapping than last summer. I was offered a new job at the camp - to be a counselor in training like Kari. I couldn't wait to see her.

I was so happy to see her. She had gained a few more pounds, and was blossoming into a beautiful young woman. We continued where we left off, and it was a great summer. We became closer, and I know she saw me stealing an occasional peak at her abundant figure, but I never explicitly admitted to her that I found her expanding body very exciting. At the end of that second summer, we decided to get together over the Christmas holiday. So I waited eagerly to see her, and she never indicated anything had changed, until I saw her that Christmas.

We agreed to meet up at the local mall, and she said she had a surprise. She surprised me all right, by losing over 40 lbs. that fall. She thought I'd be ecstatic, but I hid my disappointment over her much smaller body. I was happy for her - she seemed so happy, and I knew I couldn't tell her how to look, at least she wasn't stick thin. And we had fun while she visited, but it wasn't the same for me. Once again, I didn't want to hurt her feelings, so I didn't admit how I really felt. Things were never the same after that.

I had been accepted at a major University about an hour away. I knew I'd have to come up with a lot of bucks for school, so I couldn't work at the camp anymore. Kari was disappointed I wouldn't be back, but she was dating other guys and I guess she moved on. I decided to take a job as a waiter at an upscale restaurant in the city. My family knew the owners, so I was in. The people I worked with were fun, and I hung out with them a lot that summer.

One girl I became very close with was Melissa. She was like one of the guys, into football, playing pool, and she was going to the same college I was, so we had that in common as well. She was very cute, brown haired, natural beauty, with an athletic build. We got to be very close - so close that she was the first person I ever admitted to that I was into fuller figures. We were at a bon-fire party and after a few beers, we were opening up to each other about our most intimate thoughts. She was pressing me about this other girl, Gina, at the restaurant, who was supposedly after me. I told Melissa I wasn't interested. She asked why, since all the guys at her high school had wanted Gina. That's when I said, "Well maybe if she were 50 lbs. heavier..." I was shocked at myself for blurting it out, but strangely, she didn't seem that surprised. Then she said that she had noticed me watching our young, but very chubby dishwasher, Susie on more than one occasion, and she was right about that.

My friendship with Melissa continued into college. Our running joke was always about "my type." If we were out together, and a girl of generous proportions was within eyeshot, Melissa would elbow me. I spent my first semester of college going to parties with Melissa, and Melissa would pick out girls, from pudgy to rotund, for me to hit on, and sometimes I did.

I joined a fraternity, mostly because my father had belonged to it, and it seemed like the thing to do. One spring night, I was studying at the frat for our history mid-term, and Melissa was going to join us. She told me she was bringing over a friend. I didn't think anything of it until she walked in the door with this friend. This girl was a beautiful red head, and she was beyond plump. I remember she wore those kind of pleated pants that accentuate a well-rounded figure, with a soft pink sweater. Before Melissa could introduce me to her, I jumped up from my chair and introduced myself. She had a beautiful smile to match her face, and her name was Sarah.

After studying for a while, we decided to join the boys downstairs for a few beers. We seemed to have a lot in common, and I remember talking about Politics with her for a while. She and Melissa went upstairs to go to the bathroom, and while they were there, a couple of the guys started harassing me about Sarah's size. I got really defensive and told them that I thought she was a nice girl and to shut the hell up about her. I suppose it helped that I was stronger than the rest of them, so they knew not to say another thing.

That night, I walked the girls back to their dorm. I wanted to ask Sarah out then and there, but my nerve wasn't up. It's weird because at that time, I had never really asked a girl out on a date that I was really interested in. Sharon and Kari just sort of happened, and the girls I went on dates and dances with in high school were more like friends and I never got nervous about it. The rest of Freshman year, I would see her around now and again around campus. I would occasionally stop and chat with her, about what I don't remember. What I do remember was playing a little fantasy in my mind about her pulling her hair down and ripping off her glasses and unbuttoning her shirt down past her midsection. But I was too shy to do anything about it.

I became a little bolder my sophomore year. To celebrate the new year, and we had a big party at the house. Melissa showed up with Sarah. Melissa had just broken up with her boyfriend and was on the prowl, so I got a chance to spend time with Sarah alone at the party. She had gotten a new hair style over the summer, and she looked great. We were alone upstairs so I gave her a kiss, and her face turned bright red. But I didn't stop and then she responded back. My hands began to wander, as they always wanted to in situations like this, but she stopped me. Suddenly I had a sick feeling, like back when Sharon pulled away from me. She wanted to get back to the party, so we went back down there. This time I decided I was going to really try with Sarah, and not be a coward like I was with Sharon. So we joined back with the party, and I kept our conversation going like nothing happened and it seemed to put her at ease.

Unfortunately, another thing happened at the party that didn't help matters. There was a girl, Wendy, who had always flirted with me at parties, and I was nice to her, but she wasn't my type. She was rather thin, and had big hair, not a good combination. It wasn't just her looks that I didn't like. We had nothing in common, and I dreaded conversation with her. She came over and started flirting with me and pawing at me. I tried to be nice, until she whispered, "I can help you get away from that whale you are talking to, if you want..." I was so irritated with her, but I didn't want a scene.

Sarah was irritated and probably tired of Wendy's advances at me, and told me she was leaving. I begged her to stay, but she wanted to go. So I offered to walk her home and she told me to stay and have a good time - that I didn't have to baby-sit her. I insisted and we walked to her apartment. I asked her if I could see her apartment and I promised I would be a complete gentleman. I remember I even gave her my wallet and told her that if I was less than a gentleman, she could keep it! She laughed and invited me up and we talked for a while. It was getting late, so I asked her if I could kiss her goodnight and she agreed. She had incredible lips. I always pictured her sucking on big bright red strawberries with those full lips. I asked if I could call her and she seemed okay with it.

The next day I called her and asked her if she wanted to go to the new IMAX theater a few blocks away, and that's where we had our first date. We had a lot of fun and began spending some time together over the following couple of weeks. Then we had another party at the frat and Sarah came with me. Unfortunately, Wendy was there also. She had started dating one of the guys in the frat, Joe. The other guys ripped on Joe for dating her, because she was such a bitch, but I actually defended him, since I expected them to respect who I dated. I didn't want to be a hypocrite. I told the guys that Wendy was just insecure.

Sarah had never really referred to her size, I naively figured it was a non-issue since I liked her as she was, but I was wrong about that too. Sarah was at the tapper waiting for a beer and Wendy was drunk. Wendy made some jealous crack to Sarah about her size. One of my buddies grabbed me and told me Sarah was leaving. I ran after her and caught her in tears. She was really angry. She yelled at me, "I don't need this, Why are you with me?! I don't need this!" I was speechless. I couldn't imagine someone as great as Sarah questioning that I wanted to be with her. I knew that girls were pressured to be thin, but I was genuinely surprised that a beautiful and intelligent girl like Sarah would doubt herself. I grabbed her hand and took her back to my dorm. I sat her down and poured my guts out about my love of well-rounded figures, and my lust for hers.

At first, she seemed a bit embarrassed, a reaction that I had feared from Sharon or Kari had I ever been honest with them. I told her if she didn't have feelings for me, I wanted to know. She admitted that she was crazy about me, but held back because she didn't know how I felt. I kissed her, and she let my hands wander a bit more than before. My hand traveled down over and under her belly and cupped her softness. I held her that whole night.

I could tell she was still a little uncomfortable, but she let me explore her body a bit more as time passed. It had seemed like eternity waiting for her, but sex with Sarah was great. She responded so well to my touch and her flushed face after each experience told me she enjoyed it as much as I did. We dated all that year and the next summer. I stayed at school that summer, working as a grunt at a law firm. Fall my junior year, Sarah left to spend a year in Spain. I didn't want her to go, but she needed to for her dual major in Education and Spanish. We decided it would be too difficult to keep things going long distance that long, and if we were meant to be together, we would be after she came home.

I missed her a lot and things kind of sucked for a while. I dated one girl a little bit that year, Kate. She was very cute, mildly chunky, but there was a problem - she was a fraternity brother's sister. When things weren't perfect, it caused problems with him, so I ended it. My junior year just dragged on and on. A light in the tunnel was Melissa. She kept me busy when work and school didn't. I also got on the internet, and found out what an FA and a BBW were. It was hard to study sometimes when I wanted to look at women's whose bodies made me think about Sarah.

The following summer I resumed my job working for the same law firm, and there met a great girl, who was starting Law School the next year. Heidi was like a grown-up Sharon. Blonde, short, green eyes, and somewhat plump, but not nearly as ample around her abdomen as Sarah. She was quick witted and had me laughing the whole summer. We sparred over politics and beer. She was one of the guys, but had the charm that could persuade lawyers in the firm to give her the plum jobs. I was instantly attracted and didn't waste time asking her out. We went to museums, baseball games, firm functions, and as the summer progressed, we became closer. Sex with Heidi was different than I had ever had before - less serious, more fun - we giggled a lot. Another thing I noticed over the summer was extra weight creeping on her body. She would complain that she needed to eat less and work out more, but I took her to restaurants frequently and ordered rich appetizers and desserts for her.

One day, at my apartment, we were working on a project for the firm, doing a little legal research on the internet. She had told me she was a technophobe, so I was a little surprised and very embarrassed when she found my web page bookmarks and ended up at a FA/BBW website. I didn't want her to think I was a pervert for looking at semi-porn. She exclaimed, "Now I understand. You like me fatter!" I told her I liked her the way she was. She grinned and said, "all my life, I've wanted a boyfriend to tell me those exact words. Now he does, and I feel a strange mix of confusion, but relief. Is that weird?" Well, maybe it's weird, I told her, but I liked her weirdness. I was finally beginning to share my feelings for her. The night I took her out for her birthday she looked ravishing. Her outfit was somewhat tighter than I was used to seeing on her, and she almost seemed to be glowing. I treated her to a great dinner and some dancing at a local posh hotel. We went back to her place, and she began to undress for me, something she had never done before. Underneath her clothes, she was wearing a black corset, and a garter belt with her stockings. The corset only came to her waist, and her belly peeked out below, but not enough to hide that she was wearing no panties with the garters. I stood there, frozen in awe. She slid up to me and took my hand and placed on her round behind. Then she took my other hand and rubbed her belly with it, then slid my fingers inside her to feel how hot she was getting. In no time we were having animal sex on the floor of her living room. I wish I could have frozen that night forever.

Our summer was great and conversation was only outmatched by the sex. She really helped me forget about Sarah. Then one day Heidi came to work, visibly tired and somewhat upset. She told me she hadn't slept a lot last night. She got a late acceptance to NYU Law School, and would be leaving in two weeks. She told me she had to go, it was her dream. I'll never forget what she said; that she feared she'd never meet another man like me who would appreciate her like I did. I told her she was nuts! With her brains and beauty, she'd snap up someone in no time. As I predicted, she met someone and the last time we talked, and she was loving New York.

Right before my Senior year, Sarah returned from Spain, and we got together to catch up on things. She was radiant and she looked like she had eaten very well in Spain. The old spark was completely there for me, but she had met a guy in Spain who was from Italy. He apparently had the good taste to fall for her red curls, charm, wit and abundant body like I did. She had extended her stay in Europe to live with him in Italy for the summer. She was confused because he wanted her to move to Italy to be with him. She told me that I was her first love, but she couldn't shake her European romance. I was angry at first, but then I realized I hadn't stopped my life any either. She ended up going back to Italy.

I spent my Senior Year working my butt off, trying to get my grades up for law school. I had done pretty well in the past, but Senior year was the time to kick butt if you're on the edge of getting into a good law school. Melissa was in another serious relationship, so my social life was somewhat limited to a few buddies in the frat, and a few high school friends when I was home for breaks. One night last winter when home for Christmas, I went out with the old group to a local bar. I ran into one girl I took to Senior Homecoming - Abby, and she had gained a lot of weight in college. She was really cute in high school, but now she was like a real woman! I talked to her all night, and occasionally looking at her body, trying to assess where the biggest changes had happened. She caught me and told me she felt really terrible about gaining so much weight. I told her she looked beautiful and I was more attracted to her now. She was surprised but told me her current boyfriend also liked her larger, and seemed relieved that I did as well. I remember before I left I told her not to change, and I looked forward to seeing her at the five year reunion looking as beautiful as she did that night. I thought about Abby several times after our run-in. It stirred up a lot of confusion inside me about me wanting women to look a certain way that they felt was wrong, or unattractive. It still bothers me how much potential is lost in a woman who puts so much energy into what the scale says.

I was lucky enough to get accepted to an excellent law school about an hour away, so my hard work paid off. I also returned to work for the same firm again that summer. I had hoped that Heidi would also return to the same firm, but she got a job clerking at a firm in New York. There was a new girl who replaced Heidi. I remember when I first saw her I thought she was rather plain, she wore simple clothes that covered everything, but I could tell that there was quite a bit to cover. She wore thick glasses, no makeup, the whole church mouse routine. I tried to make casual conversation, but she didn't respond. About all I got from her in the first few weeks was that her name was Anna.

To supplement my income, I took a job as a bartender nights. It was a little crazy at first. Even if you don't have a drop of alcohol, working in a smoky bar late really zaps you for the next day of work. Even though it was hard work, I had a lot of fun joking around and flirting with women. One night in July, this hot woman came in. She looked familiar to me, but I couldn't figure it out. She was with this group of really loud girls on a bachelorette party. She wore jeans, and this vest with a shirt under it, accentuating her large breasts and the full tummy that they rested on. Her friends kept coming up to the bar and ordering drinks, but she didn't. Finally I asked one of her friends how come the girl in the vest never buys a round of drinks. The friend answered in a drunken whisper, "She, thinks she knows you or something." The lovely vested girl saw us talking about her, so she came over. "Hi Jake," she said, with the enthusiasm of a robot. How did she know my name? Did I make out with her when I was drunk my freshman year? (Hey, we all did stuff like that when we were eighteen). "You don't recognize me?" I felt like I was two inches tall at that point. Who was she? She laughed a little, "God, you really are from another planet." Now I was getting pissed. I mean I thought she was really nice on the eyes, but why was she being so rude?

Finally, she exhaled, "Anna, from work? You know, that place you go every day?" I was shocked. She looked so different. Before I could tell her that, she said, "You don't think I would spend hours looking good for YOU everyday, do you?" Now I was really getting irritated. I had never been anything but nice but she was downright rude. "You know," I said, "I don't know what your problem is, but if you can't at least be civil to me, then don't waste your breath." She just shot me a dirty look and left with her friends. For the next few days at work, she wouldn't even speak to me. I thought it was just fine. If she had a problem with me, I wasn't going to lose sleep. My evil side took over at times, because I knew what she was hiding under her baggy clothes and her "plain Jane" facade, and it turned me on. I told Melissa about it and she just said that some girls are weird, and don't try to figure it out, Just go for the nice and friendly girls. That was good advice, I figured.

The next week, we were assigned to get some documents at the courthouse about a half hour away, TOGETHER. We were both unhappy about it, but I offered to drive us over. It was uncomfortable, but we got the work done. Traffic was terrible so we got back to the office late, and someone had locked up. The problem was that we knew we had to put together a file for one of the partners who would be in court the next day, or it would be both our jobs. I told her they gave me a spare key to the office when I was a grunt and worked weird hours, but it was somewhere at my apartment. We drove over there. I asked her to come in while I looked for it. She seemed reluctant, but I told her she was not staying in my car alone at night. When we got up there, she seemed surprised. She blurted, "I heard you had posters of beer and big-boobed women in your living room." "WHAT?" I said, "How the hell would you have heard what my place looked like?" She said she meant I seemed like the type to have posters of beer and big-boobed women. I said, "you've barely said three words to me and you know my type? Why the hell do you hate me so much?" She yelled, "Fine, I'll tell you why, because you nearly raped my friend Kelly last summer, that's why!"

I was shocked, "Who's Kelly?" Anna was visibly getting angry. "You dated her last summer, and now you're going to deny you know her?" I was confused, "I honestly don't know what the hell you are talking about. Kelly who?" Then Anna said her last name, "you know, tall, thin, blonde, beautiful, you couldn't have missed her!" and suddenly it all made sense. I started laughing. "You think I'm Jason! Jason dated Kelly last summer! Jason doesn't work here anymore - he transferred out to UCLA!" Anna was just as confused. "Kelly told me about you - she described you... Jacob, oh, god... that's right, his name was JASON! You're Jake - you dated Heidi then!" And then she covered her mouth and turned bright red. A case of mistaken identity.

We didn't say much then. Anna helped me find the key and we got back to the office and finished up our project. I offered Anna a ride home since she didn't live to far from me, and now that she knew I wasn't a complete asshole, she joked around with me a bit. The next night, I asked her to stop by the bar, if she had the time. She did and we talked for awhile about the whole Kelly-Jason thing. Then, Anna started asking me about Heidi. I realized that she was hinting at her looks, but the finally came out and said, "Wasn't Heidi kind of a bigger girl?" I had a big smile on my face, "Yeah, and I heard she's even bigger now." Anna was a bit red, "You like that?" I looked in her eyes a moment, and said, "Yeah, I like it a lot." She didn't say anything, and I kept on bartending. I didn't have to close up that night, so I offered to drive her home. She had been drinking anyway, so I wanted to make sure she got home safe. I walked her to her door and she paused, and smoothed her shirt over her belly, "You mean you might like this?" I was surprised she did that; this girl who had completely hidden herself from me before, was showing me her full figure. "Yeah, I might like all of you, a lot," and I kissed her. The next day she came to work looking a bit more like she did when I first saw her out and didn't recognize her. She was a completely different person with me, now that she knew I wasn't one of the bad guys.

That sort of brings me up to the present. I'm now in my second year of law school. Anna and I have been dating casually, but law school is very demanding and my social life has taken a nose dive. At least there are a few amply curved lovelies here that get some of my visual attention. We shall see...

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