Chapter 3

Forty-five minutes later Bobby Jo came out smiling and giggling. She was wearing sweat pants (about all that she could fit into) and a t-shirt. “SO?” She slapped her belly and was just about to tell me when the doctor came out of his exam room.



“This young lady is perfectly healthy and not pregnant, but she is about fifty pounds over-weight! She says you are too good a cook, young man!” said the doctor.

I was so relieved I could have screamed. But this issue did bring home the fact that I was in love with Bobby Jo. I made a decision right then and there.

We paid for the visit and went out to my car. Bobby Jo said, “Matt I need to get some new panties and bras, I was embarrassed by how tight my panties and bra were in front of the doctor.” “Oh sure Bobby Jo, let’s go by Wal-Mart right now. Did the doctor give you a hard time about your weight?”

Bobby Jo giggled, “No Matt he did not. He said I was the prettiest girl he had seen all week. He told me to enjoy myself, but be careful.” “Yes!” I thought. I was worried that he would admonish her to control her appetite and to lose weight.

We went into Wal-Mart, the greeter told Bobby Jo the maternity clothes were over to the left. She just giggled and thanked him. We found the lingerie section. Bobby Jo gave me an apologetic look, “Matt I have gained too much weight to wear bikini panties all the time, I am afraid I am going to have to get briefs, my tummy and bottom need more support.” We picked out some cool colors of lacy trimmed panties and bras. On the way out to the car, I said, “Bobby Jo I have one more errand to run.”

I drove to the down town and parked in front of the local jeweler. Bobby Jo at first did not get it, but it quickly dawned on her! “Bobby Jo, will you marry me?” I asked.

She shrieked, “Oh Matt, yes, yes, yes of course I will marry you!” I had saved a fair amount of money and we picked out a ring. We drove back out to the motel for an awesome night of love making.

Everyone was thrilled with our news. We decided to get married down south in Alabama in Bobby Jo’s home town. Bobby Jo wanted to share her big day with her Mom and sisters and I wanted to see the family’s legendary weight!

Bobby Jo would wear her Mom’s wedding dress. Her family was not well off, so a simple wedding was planned. The rehearsal dinner and the reception would be at their house and the actual wedding in the local church.

Bobby Jo, of course gained more weight. She was getting quite round. Both her belly and bottom ballooned out from her petite frame. Her plump thighs rubbed together and her boobs rested on her belly when she took off her bra. I loved her in her tight belly filled briefs, all soft and round. She knew how much I loved her gaining weight and how soft and fat she was.

On the way down to “Bama” she teased me that I would be in “hog heaven” when I met her Mom and sisters.

She was so right! We drove into the yard and Bobby Jo got out and went inside as I got our bags. I heard shrieking as she and her Mom re-united after a couple of years of separation. Then they came out, so Bobby Jo could introduce me. I was in awe, her Mom weighed nearly three hundred pounds! She was even shorter than Bobby Jo. She was so fat she had an under belly sagging out from under her house dress showing off pink panties. Her belly shifted from side to side as she waddled out to greet me.

She hugged me, driving her soft, round body up against me! I loved it, I started to imagine that Bobby Jo could get this big, but a stifled the thought knowing that we could not sleep together until after the wedding.

Bobby Jo sisters and their husbands came by an hour or so later. Her sisters were the same height as Bobby Jo, but at least fifty pounds heavier. They were all very nice.

Bobby Jo tried on her Mom’s dress. It was too big. Bobby Jo pulled it back over herself, just wearing panties and a bra. Her Mom said, “Well dear, lucky it is time for supper, you have work to do!” Bobby Jo pulled on a loose fitting house dress, patted her belly and giggled, “Yes Mom!”

I was confused, “Bobby Jo, what does your Mom mean, by “work to do”?” She giggled, “Matt, I have to gain weight to fit into Mom’s dress. It is a tradition that we wear Mom’s wedding dress, which was her Mom’s dress too. My head was spinning at the thought of Bobby Jo gaining even more weight! “So how much to do you have to gain?” I asked.

Bobby Jo looked over her shoulder to be sure her Mom and sisters were back in the kitchen, she lifted up her dress and dug her hands into the side of her white, nylon panties and hefted her belly making it jiggle. “Oh I think fifteen or twenty pounds should be enough to get Mom’s dress to fit, but.” “But, What?” I asked, now, despite my best efforts, getting turned on. She giggled and continued, “That’s if Mom will stop feeding me at just twenty pounds!”

Bobby Jo let her dress back down over her belly and smoothed it out. She then pressed herself up against me, in a throaty voice she said, “I told you Matt you were really going to enjoy yourself, here!”