I graduated college in 2008 pretty much directly into the 'great recession' or whatever it ended up being named as, and lived back at my childhood home in southern california while scrapping my way through various internships, retail jobs, and other random gigs for a few years. Not the best dating situation but it had some highlights and one of them was with an absolutely huge girl who worked at a local bbq restaurant. At this point I had never full-on dated someone who lined up with my preferences (ssbbw+) and was in good shape myself.
I regularly picked up my family's take out order from this place, about once a week, and this woman, K, was in her early 20s, a pretty, thin face and bright blue eyes, some adorably large front teeth that gave her a big welcoming smile, surrounded by long straw-colored hair. You'd never expect to pair that face with a body that started around 250. Standing around 5'5 and pretty much shaped like a cartoon wooden barrel, noticeably squishy belly even from behind a counter and absolutely enormous boobs, ramping down into relatively skinny legs. Somehow, even wearing a branded T-shirt from the store she was sporting a foot of cleavage pretty much every time I went in there.
At first because I was in a different relationship, the death throes of my college romance, and then in a somewhat reasonable depression, I didn't overtly flirt with her or ask her out but we were both reasonably friendly and developed a familiarity over time, she knew our order and when we did come in to sit down she always made a point of stopping by our table. I found out later that she always knew I wanted her because while literally no one who came into the joint gave her a second look, I obviously couldn't keep my eyes off her even during brief food pick-ups.
K was also clearly gaining weight. I don't know if I would have noticed if I hadn't grown up absolutely obsessed with fat women - breaking my old 56k internet and then t1 line on the black heart of prussia, kelligrl, mandy blake and of course the old dimensions magazine library that inspired me writing this down in the first place. Anyway, she was growing. Over the course of a year her 'skinny' face picked up significant squirrel cheeks and the double chin that always floated in and out when she looked around started becoming perpetual. I started catching some skin between the end of her shirt and the start of her jeans and it threw me for a loop every time. Over about a year I would estimate she went from 250 to 300 at least.
Anyway with this progression, she was taking up a lot of space in my brain and I figured I should at least shoot my shot; I wasn't under the same kind of social circle or judgment that I had been in college and really felt like I didn't have much to lose. By the way, I know initial hesitancy/judgment when it comes to fat ladies is bullshit and I regret it, but I was young and it was a slightly different time, forgive me. Anyway, it went great - I picked up our usual order one evening, dropped it off in my car, and then went back inside and ordered a random side dish for like 5 bucks and as I waited around for it, we chatted and I managed to somewhat smoothly ask for her number. She cracked some joke about how I didn't need to order an extra side to get it. We made plans to get coffee at the Starbucks the next evening in the same little shopping center, easy peasy.
I remember that first date very well - I showed up early but K was already there before me with a drink and polishing off a muffin, reserving comfy lounge chairs for us in the coffeeshop. She was wearing a loose, flowy dress that suited her and again put impressive cleavage on display. When I ordered, I got another pair of croissants at her request and we sat down together and really hit it off. I learned that she was a local, no college but working at the BBQ place and living at home while saving up to eventually get her own place and become a teacher. Something about having known each other (very casually) for so long made the conversation flow and I could tell we were both having a great time. Outside the Starbucks, we had a nice quiet moment where I leaned down and wrapped my arms around her and we kissed. I remember feeling the fat of her slides flowing around my arms and her belly pushing into me as we made out. When we pulled away she gave me a very mischievous smile and said 'I could tell you've been wanting to do that all night.'
To my complete surprise she asked for a lift home, I was sure she had driven herself but apparently not. It was super close and she ended up telling me to pull over on a side street nearby and we made out hot and heavy enough to get in the backseat. I sat and she jumped on me, I barely had time to get my emergency condom on before she slid down my dick and i felt the weight of a fat girl on me for the first time. She kept her top on, pushed me further into the seat and grinded into me. Something about the heaviness, condom and just generally the unexpected vibe resulted in me not coming that first time - when she was done on top I just helped her get comfortable, we made out a bit more and then I dropped her off at her parents house.
We started seeing each other pretty regularly and I started to understand how this fat girl was on the road to being absolutely massive. Here are some of the things I recall most vividly:
On a daily basis, she stopped in that same starbucks and had multiple milkshake-esque drinks and pastries. Before shifts, on breaks, and after her shift she was downing these things constantly.
Every day she worked, without fail, she loaded up a huge aluminum tray of BBQ from the restaurant and brought it home. Sometimes her parents had some but for the most part it was her tray. Many times I would meet at her house and we would stay in her room, fuck - usually multiple times because her fat was driving me absolutely rabid - and then she would just bring the tray into the room and graze on it while we watched TV or random DVDs. I swear I saw her eat more out of these trays than actual plates and it wasn't even close.
On top of this, K was an amateur baker and there was usually a plate of brownies or cookies in her house. I swear nothing was hotter than watching a sweaty mess of a fat girl that had just been fucked mowing down thousands of calories of BBQ and cookies. Often she would start on top, get tired, and then ask me to 'drive' which usually translated into just ploughing her so hard her face and whole body started turning red. Afterward she would throw on a robe, disappear into the kitchen, and come back with a full tray and like a 2L of soda, we would spend entire nights like this on repeat.
I met her friends, they were all mostly normal size and relatively basic. One of them, if you know the type it's the designated 'blunt/too direct' friend essentially asked what was wrong with me that I'd be dating a girl like K. All of them had some comment about her size at some point or another, it was regularly acknowledged that she had basically doubled in size since high school. They all jokingly blamed the restaurant and to be fair that probably had a lot to do with it.
I was not that subtle about enjoying her fat, I regularly was squeezing and playing with rolls and even pointing out new changes as she continued to grow. Over those first few months we were together a lot and she continued to gain weight. Already I knew she was purchasing bras from a custom store and was pushing the far limits of what other clothes could be bought even at specialty stores. I am a bra tag creeper and I know the worst fitting of them was an old G cup - most went spiraling further up the alphabet. Her barrel shape became more pronounced and I would estimate she pretty quickly made her way up to 320 or 330 (my own estimate, I didn't get her on a scale at any point). She noticeably struggled walking longer than a couple blocks and most of our time together was spent sitting or laying down. She would break into a sweat during sex immediately and half our plans got cancelled last minute so she could instead just sit and eat. Food was never far away from her. I learned that she stayed at her BBQ job specifically because of the trays she could bring home and that the owner was a family friend who had no issue with it.
Do I think she knew about feederism or how deeply I was into it? To this day I'm not totally certain. She definitely understood that I liked her fat, and not just her boobs, I was constantly touching her and when I wasn't, she would grab my hands and place them under her belly or around her waist. If she was trying to turn me on she would jiggle herself around, every part of her. She also knew that if she really stuffed herself on a date or at a party or something that she could lead me into a bathroom or something and get some immediately. In retrospect she was hugely horny which I guess isn't that surprising for an early 20s girl in her first real long-term relationship.
I don't know if she knew I was actually turned on by her gaining or her gluttony in general, all the eating was very matter of fact for her: she had access to massive amounts of food and enjoyed baking immensely so in her brain it all needed to get eaten in some way or another and she was a bottomless pit. Most of the time she stopped eating because all possible food was eaten, not because she was overly full. Sending her to the grocery store was a recipe for disaster, she would fill a cart, bring it to the car, and then go back into the store for another cart. Many nights she would eat herself to sleep and then wake up and rush us off to a breakfast buffet somewhere, when she didn't have a shift.