Sharing a little history

Hey all. So I figured since I have a little free time today (which doesn't happen often and isn't for long), I'll share with you a moment that was a big FA moment for me.

Back in my senior year of college, I started dating a girl who was from my hometown. She was a little younger than me so it was a long distance relationship as I was in another state and she was still in our home state. We tried making it work but in the end it did not. Admittedly, I wasn't the best boyfriend but as a college kid I was doing so much that the thought of having someone in another state was too much. I never cheated or anything like that, I just wasn't as responsive as I could have been. 

Now a little info on my ex, she was 19 when we broke up, I was 22. She was a former dancer in high school and did gymnastics. She was about 5-2, maybe 115 pounds, most of it in her rear and thighs. She did a lot of biking to keep up her leg strength. She was not fat by any means but she was definitely thicker due to her muscles for dance. We really liked one another but alas, it was not meant to be. 

Before we broke up, my ex joined a sorority. The overwhelming majority of the women were either chubby or very overweight. Of the 24 women, I'd say maybe 4 were either fit or thin. The rest were nowhere near that. My ex had not put on the freshman 15 so while I was maybe hopefully some of these girls eating habits/lifestyles would rub off on them, I wasn't expecting it. And, for the four months we dated while she was in said sorority, I was right; she didn't gain a pound. 

Like I said, we broke up when she was 19, during the second semester of her sophomore year. I was in contact with a few of her mutual friends, but I did not see her or talk to her. She did not have Facebook at the time and no one that knew both of us told either of us how the other was doing. 

Fast forward to her senior year, I was working in NYC, getting ready to become a lawyer. I was studying to go to law school and still trying to save up for it too. Not fun. Anyway, around April of her senior year, I got an email from her out of the blue. She wanted a little help getting a job and knew that I had connections with some of the places she wanted to apply to. I at first was reluctant to help but eventually decided to help out. I edited her resume and helped send it out, resulting in her having interviews lined up for when she graduated. 

She did not get any of the jobs but had gained experience, so she asked me to go get drinks one night after she had come back home after Memorial Day to thank me. Again, I had not seen her since her sophomore year and no one talked about her. I thought my eyes were deceiving me when she walked in; she was at least 30 pounds heavier than when I had last seen her. Her boobs were bigger, her belly bulged, and her thighs were jiggling in her capris. I was stunned. We immediately hit things off again and while nothing happened that first night, I suspected we'd be talking to one another again soon. 

Now, before I continue, I have to state two things. One, the issue with us breaking up was our distance but also the fact she felt like I didn't like her friends (which was half true, I liked some), but the ones she hung out with most were an ex and his friends who did not like me and who I did not like. This led to arguments and her not seeing them. I felt like I wasn't as attentive and caring. 

Second, the friends she had now, along with the ones from college, who had replaced almost all of her high school friends, were all fat, some VERY fat. They all liked to go out to eat as well as hang around ordering take out, which had rubbed off a bit on my ex. Gone were the days of riding her bike or practicing dance routines, they had been replaced by sitting on someone's couch, ordering a pizza. The young FA in me still was not used to this so I didn't know how to react. 

Like I said, I did not think I was attentive as I should have been last time, so this time I decided I was going to do things differently. If her friends wanted to go to the new Italian restaurant, we'd be there. If she wanted to hang out at someone's apartment and get Chinese food, I'd bring the extra duck sauce. If someone suggested ice cream, well my girlfriend would have a brownie sundae waiting for her. I wasn't going to ruin this second chance. 

This time, we seemed closer than before. Even one of her friends who she still talked to from our first time dating said we seemed happier than last time. My ex was in heaven, and so was. We did a lot together, and she enjoyed hanging out at my apartment when I was at work, lounging around in my sweats and just hanging. She hadn't gotten a job yet so she was working for her uncle's company to make money.  It meant she had a decent amount of free time. 

We went to one of her friends apartments to hang out one Saturday afternoon. This friend had a grill in their complex, so we brought food. It was the first time I really paid attention to my girlfriend (outside of the bedroom). She was chatting with friends, enjoying a beer. It was  relatively warm so she was wearing lighter clothing. I saw her thighs bulging in pants she had worn on a date back in June that were now very snug. Her belly was sagging in front of her and her face looked fuller. She had clearly put on weight. Still, things were going so well that I never gave it a second thought. Sure, I loved how curvy she was, but I wasn't really looking for that. I just wanted her to be happy.

June turned into July, then August, then September. We were doing great and just really enjoying life. We had been dating for over 3 months, closing in on our 4. She and I were getting so close that I had decided that for Christmas I'd plan a nice long weekend together somewhere romantic, just the two of us. It would be great. 

In October, we had just gotten back from dinner with her friends, having gone to a nice pizza joint they liked. I was stuffed (I had put on weight since we started dating) and wanted nothing more than to just sit on the couch and digest. My girlfriend plopped down on her parents couch (they weren't home) and turned the TV on. She was sipping on some soda and told me that her friend Sally (name changed obv) had been to a new crepe place and she wanted to try it. I asked if she wanted to go tomorrow, and she said no, now. Mind you, the six of us had gone through three pies, maybe two dozen garlic knots, and mozzarella sticks only an hour earlier, yet she still wanted to eat. I wasn't going to argue though, that wasn't the new me. 

I got up to grab my coat and she struggled off the couch, dropping her phone. As she bent down to get it, I heard a sound that changed everything and will live with me still. It was a loud tearing noise and she looked around to see what it was. I did too and when she turned around to have her back facing me, I saw the problem. The seat of her pants had split and parts of her ass were hanging out. Her white panties were wedged tightly up that fleshy rear. I didn't know what to say; I didn't want to tell her what it was, so I played dumb. I also didn't want her to go out like that, so if she didn't figure it out, I would just have her sit and I'd leave. 

Well, she eventually figured it out and her face turned beet red. Her plump face swelled with anger as she stormed off and into the first floor bathroom. I heard some rustling and then her throw stuff to the ground before I heard a loud yell. I rushed into the bathroom to find my ex standing on a scale, in just her panties. Her face was still red, though this was rage, not embarrasment. She pointed at me and began yelling. 

"I'm 214 pounds. 214! I was 158 when we had drinks at Royce's back in June! I've gained almost 60 pounds dating you! This is all your fault! I'm huge!"

She stood there, and while I tried digesting her comments, I took her body in for the first time. She had indeed gotten pretty big. She had started out chubby and thinner than her friends but as I looked, it was obvious she was catching up to them. Her breasts were hanging lower than they used to, and her biceps were very doughy. Her face had a full second chin, which would have looker cute as it quiver had she not been yelling at me. Her belly pudge bulged out to cover parts of her panties and she was clearly developing a FUPA. Her thick thighs were pressed together and her hips had widened considerably. She turned to put the scale back and her ass wobbled as she did, each cheek being the prime benefactor of all the weight she had gained. 

I was at a loss for words and she just kept blasting me, telling me I was a terrible influence and I need to leave ASAP. I told her I loved her and if she wanted to lose weight I'd help. Nevertheless, she just cursed more and told me she never wanted to see me again. I left hoping to smooth things over but she deleted me from FB and MySpace and never returned my calls. I was devastated. 

We only spoke one more time after that; I saw her after she had gotten engaged and she was much thinner than when we had broken up. I congratulated her and she friend requested me on FB. I looked through some of her pics and saw that this thin version was only recent; she had crash dieted and lost 70 pounds for her wedding. She was even fatter when she was dating her fiancé, who, you guessed it, was huge, weighing at least 300 pounds. I just wished her well in a message and left it at that. 

Since then I've not spoken to her much. She has a kid and has only gotten bigger. Her friends too have gotten larger and it's obvious they all like to eat. I'd guess she's up to at least 250 by now, so I think my "influence" wasn't as much as she claimed it was. 

Anyway, figured you'd enjoy this. Feel free to comment below. 

Thanks.