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I kept asking Tammi to weigh herself, you see after she had gone past 300 pounds most bathroom scale couldn't weigh her. On Valentine's Day she allowed me to squeeze her into the back of my BMW 325i and drive her to a commercial scale. The attendant was bug-eyed when I told him that I wanted Tammi weighed. And he was almost beside himself when the scale rested on 426 pounds! Tammi was stunned when she heard the figure. She wrapped her massive arms around me and gave me a great big wet kiss. No sooner than we had left the scales she leaned forward and said, "Baby, I'm starved can we drive through a fast food joint??" On her birthday in March I bought her a heavy duty scale that went to 600 pounds. By now Tammi was buying cloth in bolts and making several muu muus from them. She also made a huge robe for herself that fell to mid-thigh. On night not too long after her birthday I came home to find the hefty "maid" just leaving. I enjoyed watching her waddle down the hall, she had gained around fourty pounds working for Tammi. Tammi met me in the hall wearing her robe. She opened it up to reveal the fact that she was finally fitting into my old lover's panties. In fact they were too tight on her, and as she sat down they ripped open. Sex had become incredible, I loved to make love to each and every inch of her bloated form. Exploring each and every fold and crease was heaven. When Tammi orgasimed it was like riding a tidal wave. By the end of the year her immense form had become too much for our old bed. At that time we moved to a first floor apartment. Tammi had long out grown the 600 pound capacity scale and now rarely moved. Most of he time she lay on our specially made water-bed and ate. By early February she had become so large that she couldn't get out of bed by herself. I can see her lying there. Her sides are hanging over the sides of the bed. Her legs are a mass of rolls of flesh, the amount of muscle to move her buried under roll after roll of flab. Her stomach stretches and flows over most of her thighs. Her arms are now larger than 260 pound Martha, the maid's, hips. Her face is supported by huge jowls and a stack of extra chins. Two bean-bag chair sized boobs flow on either side of her enormous belly. She smiles as I enter the room, and asks "What did you bring me to eat I'm starved. I read with a smile the phrase in Will Ray's note on photoswap, "two letters to the editor in pamela's pantyhose".. My own true love and fiancee is named Pamela, and she wore pantyhose to work all the time when I first began dating her, last January (1990).. Soon after our first bonding and wonderful love- making, I bought Pamela beautiful garter belts, a Merry Widow with garters and several pairs of finest sheer stockings (including silk ones from Italy). When Pam and I went to a concert soon after, she said to me as we walked from the garage to the concert hall, "Jerry, I really love the feel of these stock- ings! They are so sensual - and I can feel them move a bit as I walk along. I wore stockings last in 1970, so I forgot all about how they feel. They do make me feel a little uncertain though, as I feel the wind come under my skirt and all the way up to the crotch of my panties - that is a strange (but not un- friendly) sensation!" Because of her comment, I decided to buy her some knee-high stockings to see how Pamela would like them. She wore them under a long jeans skirt when we went over to visit her mother's recently. As Pam sat comfortably opposite me I could see the tops of her knee-highs and their not lovely top elastics and some of her (lovely) legs showing too.. when I told her about this pri- vately later, she turned beet red and said she'd probably only wear the knee- highs under slacks or jeans in the future - even thought I assured her that she looked charming and so desirable as I had viewed her.

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