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What do you want to know? When should I focus on? Haha, I don’t know where to begin… Dms are welcome too
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Ms. Taylor
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So um… hi. I got an email about this reply and it reminded me about this account. I was set on trying to move on a bit because I knew I kind of should—from this, from Amy (Ms Taylor… both?); as you might expect I’m well towards finishing uni. But I have to say, I’d been so down because of lockdown that I’ll admit I responded when she reached out to me last summer. There’s a ton to catch up on… I’ll consider sharing more. Basically she lost some of the weight after I tried to move on in 2018, and I forgot about it for a while (and moved on with dating people my own age haha), and then there was a couple of encounters in 2019, then I tried to break things off again in late 2019; then lockdown and summer 2020 happened…
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Haha, so I guess you want photos. Well she hasn’t posted anything new on social media in a really long time, and she extremely sensitive around cameras right now, not to mention everything I post builds a possibility that she could be identified, so I’m kind of sensitive to all that and also have my hands a bit tied, so I’m sorry but who knows what can happen. But I am pretty sure I’m seeing her tonight. Honestly, quite seriously, I think she’s a feeder or something. People don’t just like, blow up like this, even over the span of a year. Or maybe it’s something medical. I don’t know. But she seems to be... making the most of it.
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So since Feb 23, I managed to not disturb Amy in the weeks since. In fact, I'd almost managed to stop thinking about her every day. Of course, that's when, last week, she invites me to be a guest speaker for her English class, to talk about life at university. "Long time no see. Do you think you could do a favor for me?" she texted. "Such as?" I hesitantly threw back. I didn't want to assume anything. "Like if you could be a guest speaker for my class! That would be amazing. I know you're really thriving there, so it would be nice to hear from a former student :)." Given our history, I wasn't sure if she was playing with me. But I played. It would be March 19th (yesterday), as I had no classes Mondays. It felt really weird going back to my old high school. People recognized me. I was friendly of course but it was different. Not quite the same. And neither would Ms. Taylor – Amy – be. I entered her classroom at lunch time, as agreed upon, just to go over the plan. I had nothing prepared – just myself. At first it seemed like she had managed to lose a bit of weight. She was wearing a blazer and jeggings; her profile has noticeably slimmer, but her boobs and ass had somehow gotten even larger, or perhaps it seemed that way in the harsh classroom light compared to the dark bar. And compared to her last year, when she was my teacher, well, it would be shocking if any of my former classmates could see her now. We chit chatted about whatever, but throughout there was that underlying tension – that I had made out with her once, that she said she wanted to do me. And from the way she looked at me, I felt it still could be true. Eventually she had to turn the project on. It was mounted to the ceiling. "Ugh, did you see the remote?" Amy asked. I looked around. "No, I – " "Nevermind." Amy was already standing to her tip toes, stretching to reach the button. It was a vision of heaven. Amy's shirt rode up, revealing her ultra soft lower back and some soft swells of her love handles gently sloped over her pants, and.... a corset. So now she was wearing a god damn corset at work. And her walk and poise seemed almost artificially straight and rigid... She turned to face me as she pulled her shirt back down. "Ooops, haha.... no one's supposed to see that. I don't suppose you could keep it as our little secret?" I paused, incredulous. "... you know I'm good with that, Ms. T." Given the corset, I may have been wrong. She may have gotten bigger still. 235? 240? More? Then she walked right up to me. Shit. Her voice lowered. "I'm serious. Can you keep secrets, boy?" Her hand gently grazed my stiffening member. "Because if you really can..." she leaned into my ear and whispered sexily – "You might have 246 pounds calling this weekend."
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Fair enough, here's a poll https://strawpoll.com/1f92w954
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lol, honestly guys I'm surprised now that I think about it that no one's (publicly) doubted this sooner. All I can tell you is that it's quite real. And there is a new part to tell. Should I bother?
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Hey guys. Sorry I went silent for a while there. I thought it was just bad news so I didn't bother coming on and giving this little saga a bad ending, but it turns out it's not the end. So here's what happened. As you might have expected, Amy met me January not to make out or anything, but to break it off. She was realizing it was untenable. She was trying to cut out anything that might be even tangentially related to her weight gain. We had a frank conversation. It was often really awkward and I was embarasses, strangely, even though it was pretty damn obvious what I liked. She was indeed the biggest she'd ever been at that point. If I had to guess, I'd say she was between 220 and 230. She explained that her metabolism was falling off from years of yo-yo dieting and the like, that her body was failing and she was a bit scared about where it might lead if she were to embrace it. She did acknowledge that, yes, at the same time, she found the whole past year to be quite a turn on for her in terms of amassing new curves. And yet, she felt compelled to keep it in check, and I was a symptom, not a cure. Of course I was disapppointed. At the same time, of course this all made sense. None of it should have happened. Most students lust for their teachers and that's the extent of that relationship. So I sagely nodded and conceded her wisdom. But at the back of my mind, a malicious voice: "she's not going to be able to right this ship. She's too far gone." I sent Amy a few texts since then, but it seemed she was serious about cutting it off. Nothing. Six weeks pass. Until last night, friends. What happened was a little fake ID debauchery. I was going out to see a local band play, with friends. Amy, despite occupying my thoughts more than I'd care to admit, still, was literally the last thing on my mind at the time. We were just out to ameliorate the lectures of the week. So there I am, sitting at a table, enjoying the band, talking with friends near the back. People kind of knew we were not quite there age-wise but that was normal. Then my heart froze. Amy came in. And despite her apparent resolve in our last minute, she was most definitely not smaller. She was bigger. She used every damn trick in the book to allay suspicion that she was entering bona fide BBW territory. Tight fit blazer. Loose shirt, buckle below the boobs. Cleavage. Spanx. Jeggings. Her ass demolished the bar stool; she was, well, noticeably wide. She seemed to be with a guy, closer to her age at least if not her age.I tried my very best not to stare. I wanted to take a photo. But it'd be impossible without looking like the creep that I kind of, admittedly, was. An hour passes, and I'm trying not to worry that she'll see me. I didn't want to get out of there. I was here for my night with friends. Still, I can't help but notice Amy pounding back her beers, boobs jiggling whenever she laughed, arms about to explode out of those poor sleeves... Finally I leave a bit early, hopeful I was able to evade Amy's eyes. I walked home trying not to think about or obsess about the whole ordeal, but then I thought about this account on Curvage, and this side of my life, and how lucky would it be to just get one more chance with Amy... About an hour later, around midnight, I got a text from Amy. It was the first in months. "I saw you. Thanks for leaving me be. And yes.... I ended up gaining weight. Not a great start to the diet, haha." And that's where we are. I'm flummoxed. Not sure what to do. So I thought you might as well know.
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Just taking a break in the bathroom but I need to let you all know... her weight gain's a runaway train. She's ballooning. I've got to say 10-15 pounds over October.
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So I'm seeing her this Saturday... it will have been two and a half months since I saw her last (Oct 22), so I'm kind of curious as to whether any other changes have occurred in the interim. I'll keep you all posted
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So we had an interesting text exchange yesterday, after a number of weeks of mostly me sending a casual message about one a week... She's been laying low on social media and I haven't seen her since we last met. I'm pretty curious as to what exactly is going on; it sounds like she's fighting it but not really?
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Honestly she’s extremely conflicted about it, so far as I can tell. She enjoyed it, yet had reservations. To be honest I haven’t heard from her since that evening. It’s a bit weird but at the same time I can’t worry or be concerned too much, I’m busy enough and she doesn’t want a relationship anyway (and even if she did I don’t know, it’s a different time in my life too.) Ah well. I’ll make another post here if there’s news...
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Hey guys.... sorry for the wait, it's been so busy with school. I hope this makes up for the wait. I tried to remember the key details as best I could (and who couldn't, haha). --- I wasted no time, approaching Amy carefully and putting my arms around her waist, giving her an impassioned kiss on the lips. I could feel Amy's hips beneath the wavy folds of her black shirt, held in my a taut material beneath, and yet they were surprisingly rounded and big. She smelled amazing up close. Trading hints of lavender and sweet pink cake, her mouth devoured mine. She was hungry. I moved my hand down underneath the expanse of her shirt's frills and explored her ass for the first time. It was, shockingly, massive. The dark blue material of Amy's leggings strained to match the swell of her ass; I would have pegged her at a size 18, possibly a bit more. I back her up against the wall of the kitchen and pressed on. All the feelings were coming out. "I'd love to undo that buckle of yours" I murmured between hot kisses. "Mmmm...." Amy could hardly speak for the moment. I obliged, undoing the back and taking it off. It exposed somewhat the swell of her midriff where her Spanx ended, and the smooth and taut stomach she was tasked with packing day to day with special care. I could not help myself. My hands went beneath her shirt, and proceeded to pry at the Spanx beneath, peeling it down. And Jesus Christ is that wasn't the hottest moment of my life. Amy's belly fucking surged out, soft and squishy and infinitely malleable in my greedy hands. Taking off her shirt, in full view her pale white mound sat comfortably several inches beyond her tight jeggings, legitimately competing with her big boobs. Instinctively, I proceeded to massage her groin, and she audibly sighed as I did so while simultaneously exploring her sexy tummy with my other hand. Amy's belly was her dominating feature now and it was abundantly clear she had to fight tooth and nail to keep it under control these days. "Relax," I said. And amazingly, her belly surged another inch or so, making my now-mindnumbingly hard member almost hurt. I almiost ripped her leggings down at this point, and her ass almost popped out, jiggling in place for several seconds ensconced by too-tight red lacy panties that were swallowed whole by her hips, which themselves hung out from the rest of her blown-up figure a good deal. I proceeded to get on my knees and finger and lick and worship Amy's wet beneath, feeling the bottom of her belly uncontrollably quake in waves of pleasure as I worked to express my admiration. It would probably be the peak of my sexual life, to go down with a woman like this in this manner for the first time, but who knows.
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Hey guys, sorry I've been so swamped... but here's another pic for now. Seems like it was from a month or two back... she hasn't been posting a lot lately. Part two still happening... and a bit more to tell since then...
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So I'm sorry this took awhile, I've been swamped with term work, but let me see if I can recount this accurately... So as mentioned I saw her early Sunday evening. She asked to meet at a lesser known bar, known for being a bit casual about underage drinking (21 where I am from). I sat there at a table for about half an hour after the agreed upon time and thought for a moment that she had a change of heart again. But I was wrong. So wrong. I saw Amy enter and immediately noticed she had a new haircut - shorter, just past her ears. She looked smouldering. She wore a black sleeveless shirt with a big black buckle across her midriff; her arms, on full display, were huge, alabaster pillars of sex. Everything seemed to bounce and jiggle a little as she walked, and it was obvious that she was being carefully held in. Her shirt went down a fair bit past her rear, with concealed just how big it had gotten.... she looked like she was wearing dark blue leggings or very tight jeans, I was unsure at the time. "So good to see you!" she smiled as she sat down. Thank god she has her chest covered, otherwise I'd have immediately blown it. "L-likewise," I stammered, in disbelief that this was still happening, and that my former teacher had not only literally blown up in the past six months, but seemed to have taken a serious interest in me (seriously, tell me if this isn't the luckiest thing that could happen to me or someone in my situation). We talked. I managed to keep pace with the latest works by our favourite authors, and I talked about my classes, which she probably found cute and she could reminisce a bit about her university years that way. "So did you get a girlfriend?" She suddenly asked. Fair question. "Oh, um, no..." I replied, hesitantly. "Understandable. A good girl can be hard to come by." She smiled sweetly. "Is that right," I said, unsure how to proceed. "Of course, as in English essays, sometimes the obvious answer is best... you just need to go deeper." "Is that.... right" I said, like a fool. Amy giggled. Her voice suddenly lowered. "Look..." she hesitated for a moment. "Let's be honest for a moment. You want to fuck me." I blinked, and she stared at me, expectantly. I gulped. "Ok, yes." "Good, because I've been yearning for you for quite a while...." Amy bit her lower lip a little, and my member twitched right there. "... But we both know even though it's technically OK now, I want this to be a total secret." She leaned in and smiled. "Obviously." Her voice returned to normal volume. "So did you want to grab a coffee and shake off this beer at my place?" "Absolutely." I had forgotten, but it turned out that her place was just a couple of blocks away. I hung back a little bit just to catch the movement of her derriere swinging. It was amazing; leagues ahead of anything I remembered back in the spring. As soon as we got inside and locked the door, she practically flung herself on me. It was unbelievable. She really wanted this for a while. "So how do we do this?" she asked, a hint of excitement in her tone. I decided to try and get more assertive. (I have to go to class, so part 2 of this insane happening will be up later!)