Chapter 1 - early days

I have always been attracted to fat women, even as a young boy. I don't know why, and I can't think of any particular events in my past which make me like this, I just know I love fat ladies.
I tried dating slim girls, mainly because thats what all my mates liked, and wanted to conform to 'normality'. Nobody likes to be ridiculed, and as a young teenager I wanted to fit in. But, even though they were cute, pretty, and I could attract them easily enough, they just didn't make me go 'wow'.
I began to look for larger girls, and dated a few. Most were not compatable on a personality basis, although I was sexually attracted to them. The large thighs, huge bottoms, the wobbly belly's, and of course the fuller breasts, were the main attractions for me, but I also found that fat girls and even older ladies, were much prettier because they has lovely round faces.
When I first met my partner Jo, she was everything I was looking for. She had huge thighs, breasts, and a wobbly tummy and bottom. She was also blonde, and it seemed we had a similar humour too.
It became apparant over the early years of our relationship, that she always struggled to feel comfortable with her body. She was not 'huge', but she thought she was. One diet after another, then back to enjoying eating what she liked again, she would yo-yo and never really be happy. I loved her, but that was not the most important thing, it needed her to love her too.
We decided to try for a baby, and she became pregnant after a few weeks of stopping her pill. Over the pregnancy, I loved the way she grew, her huge belly and swollen breasts drove me crazy. After our daughter was born, she felt quiet down about herself and in particular her size and weight, and tried again to slim down.
I secretly wanted her to continue to grow bigger, but as I loved her and she was not happy, I encouraged her as she lost weight, and began to shrink every week. From about 16 stone after giving birth, she gradually shrunk to about 10 stone. And to me, looked awful.