True Stories: The Skirt (WG)

This is a quick, yet true recounting of a weight related incident I was lucky enough to be witness to. Enjoy!

So my then GF and I were in college and she was in the middle of a particularly stressful semester. Despite doing well, classes were still overwhelming her from a stand point of stress. Whenever she would stress out, she would usually turn to grazing. Late night bowls of Tostitos Salsa Con Queso paired with two cans of Coca Cola were usually her favorite.

Now, when we first started dating, she was quite “traditionally” attractive. She was 5’5”, 125 pounds, with a modest, yet proportional 34 B.  She had a slim waist and a nice full bubble butt. At that point, you might even consider her slightly bottom heavy, but just perfectly so. She was extraordinarily pretty as well, with crystal clear skin and auburn color hair. She also never exercised and would often eat whatever she wanted. To say she was a “natural beauty” couldn’t have been a truer statement. She didn’t have to work for it.

She had the same college roommate for most of her time in school. There was always a bit of a rivalry between the two of them. Her roommate was taller and a bit pudgier, but pretty in her own way. I would guess she probably had a solid 20 pounds on my GF. As you can imagine, a lot of the jealousy stemmed from attention my girl would get from men.

Anyways, it was right around the time of this stressful semester that I was beginning to notice some distinct changes in my lady’s body. I was beginning to notice things like her formerly perfectly flat belly cresting over the waist band of her underwear, almost unimpeded, whenever she would bend at the waist or sit down. If we were spooning in bed, and I placed my hand on her stomach, a noticeable amount of incredibly soft paunch would be found.

There were changes elsewhere as well. Her facial features were beginning to soften, as well as the occasional eruption of pimples depending upon her intake of grease at the time. Her hips were beginning to get much wider, as her underwear would dig into her quite aggressively depending upon the cut, causing a soft and pliable muffin top to form. Also, her ass was getting considerably bigger, as the fabric of her underwear was covering noticeably less real estate back there.

Her roommate, on the other hand, had dropped about 20 pounds. She had changed her diet around and didn’t drink. She was also starting to find herself with quite a bit more attention from men.

The particular night in question was right before the warmest day of the year. I went to school in the Northeast, so anyone that has ever lived through that knows what that first day over 70 degrees is like. Girls are out in short skirts, tank tops, and the even the occasional bikini. My GF had similar designs on the day.

That night, I was over their room while my GF was trying to plan her outfit for the following day. She reached into her closet and found a really short skirt and decided to try it on. So she striped down to her bra and panties and decided to get to work.

This was a skirt that I had never seen before. She was quite a site to see in her white bra and pastel striped Victoria’s Secret string bikini underwear. She was also beginning to get quite of shape, especially compared to what she had been before. Even standing up, she was developing a noticeable pot belly. When she wasn’t sucking in, would form a pale dome of pudge that would seemingly extended past her chest in a profile view. Her thighs were also considerably thicker, and toneless as well, as they seemed to touch from her knees all the way up. Looking at her growing pear shape figure, and then at the tiny skirt, I began to wonder if it would even fit.

The skirt went up her lower legs quite easily. It wasn’t until she got up past mid thigh that she began to meet some resistance. Not to be deterred, she only tugged harder on the skirt managing some how to keep it moving. Her thighs just seemed so malleable in this process of fitting into the skirt.

Next came the task of getting it over her volumous rear, which was not easy. She pulled, squirmed, and squeezed her ass into the skirt as she pulled over, causing rolls and pockets of soft fat to form as she wiggled and struggled.

At was at this point that a look of concern and horror began to creep over her face. While she has managed to get herself into the skirt, she still have yet to button it. This particular skirt buttoned and zipped from the front. At this point she realized her problem. The button flaps of the skirt were roughly six inches apart!

She made a few aggressive attempts to close the skirt, only realizing that her belly was providing more physical resistance than she had strength in her arms to overcome. With each attempt, she was only successful in doing was creating an adipose roll tissue that ran length wise up her stomach. It seemed that each time she failed, she sighed, and her stomach almost mockingly jutted out further and further.


“Oh my god, how much fucking weight have I gained!?”

“Sweetheart, maybe it just shrunk in the wash...” (Knowingly lying)

“I bought this skirt at the end of last summer and I never even had a chance to wear it once!”

At this point, she continued trying to close the flaps. The skirt was so ill fitting, even the zipper wouldn’t budge.

“I’m getting fat! I’ve been feeling like I’m gaining weight and now I have proof!”

She was right, she had been gaining weight. It was at this point that she took off the skirt. She actually struggled to shimmy out of it, almost pulling her panties down in the process of pulling it back over her rump. She then spent the next several minutes in front of a full length mirror, lightly patting her tummy, growing love handles, and rear end.

Shortly there after, her roommate came home... The skirt was draped over her desk chair.

“Oh hey.. can I move this?


“Yeah, sure.”

“This is a cute skirt, are you going to wear it tomorrow?”

At this point, my girlfriend turned a bit red.

“Umm, no, I don’t think so. It doesn’t really fit me right now.” 

“Oh, can I try it on then?”

“I guess, it’s never been worn.”

“You bought a skirt that doesn’t fit?” 

That barb stung my GF a little bit. By this point, they were entering a period where tensions could run a bit high and the cattiness could come out.

“Well, I bought it last summer.... but yeah, go ahead.” 

So the roommate stripped down in front of me, which was a bit suprising, and tried on the skirt. It fit her flawlessly. In fact, it might have been a bit baggy.

“Oh wow! This fits great. I’ve lost weight recently! I’m down to like 125 now. I used to never be able to share clothes with you...now maybe we can!”

My GF really didn’t say anything to that. The truth was that they couldn’t share clothes because she was probably 20 pounds heavier than her roommate now. It was a bit of real life role reversal.

Later that night, the roommate left and I was just left with my girlfriend. One more detail of the roommate was that she was wiccan and was REALLY into it. Which sparked this mostly joking but partially serious comment while we were laying in bed.

“Do you think she casted a spell on me?”

“What!?”

“It’s like she casted a spell on me where I’m gaining all the weight she’s losing... Like she wants me to be fat!”

“You’re not serious, right.”



“... No, not really... but still.”

So that marked one of the first times I really noticed the GF was packing on some serious poundage. I may write some more on the subject going forward. In the meantime, I hope you enjoyed this recollection. I posted a quick before and after comparison at the bottom to give you a feel for what type of shape she was in at this juncture.