I was buying popcorn for a night with my GF when I saw three African American BBWs right after each other.
Number one:
At a glimpse:
Ethnicity: Black
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 275 Pounds
Bodytype: Apple
Age: 35
This woman was walking with her BF/Husband through the store and passed me. She was wearing a tight tight TIGHT dress that emphasized her size without providing any support leaving her fat to bounce around as she walked. As she passed I could hear fat slapping together.
Number Two:
At a glimpse:
Ethnicity: Black
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 225 Pounds
Bodytype: Apple
Age:18
Shaped like a parenthesis ) with a stuck out belly and butt this woman was standing with her sister or female friend. With her the real appeal was her round face and double chin as she talked to the sales clerk.
Number Three:
At a glimpse:
Ethnicity: Black
Height: 5'2"
Weight: 300 Pounds
Bodytype: Apple
Age: 30s
This woman, standing next to the second one was almost literally round. Her fat thighs, jutting belly, saddlebag hips and shelf like breasts presented a sharp contrast to her shorter height. She grabbed one bag and #2 grabbed another and a bottle of soda. She started waddling out her thighs rubbing together. I checked out and passed them. She was huffing and puffing and at the close quarters I could smell her sweating.
Monday, July 11, 2016
Monday, July 4, 2016
Top Five Summerfest 2016
Summerfest bills itself as worlds largest music festival. Maybe it's true but not for me this year. Normally, especially in Wisconsin, where we basically live on Custard, Brats, Beer, and cheese curds, there are too MANY fat woman at Summerfest, Germanfest, and all the rest for me. With this blog I've been to busy to put up every BBW I see it has to be something spectacular for me to take the time to write it up here. However the few hours I did spend at Summerfest did yield a few good ones. Also apparently there's some sort of retro 80s thing going on where women wore some sort of top that was split in two down the front covering the nipples and exposing the side boobs. In my defense I didn't go to summerfest to creep I went to see one of my favorite singers and I'm glad I went. Unfortunately my girlfriend is out of town with family so she couldn't make it.
Number Five:
At a Glimpse:
Ethnicity: White
Height: 5'5"
Weight: ~250lbs
Bodytype: Apple
Age: 20s
Dancing at one of the stages this girl was one of the normal sightings that I never bother writing down. Her butt, belly, and breasts were swollen members on a body that was covered in a thick layer of flab. A guy was grinding on her and then reached around and began to wiggle her belly. Other then that nothing abnormal.
Number Four:
At a Glimpse:
Ethnicity: Black
Height: 5'8"
Weight: ~225lbs
Bodytype: Hourglass
Age: 20s
With a high shelf ass and massive cleavage this woman and her S.O. had a nice talk over Dippin' Dots about loosing weight and her diet. She didn't really waddle although her thighs pushed her legs apart.
Number 3:
At a Glimpse:
At a Glimpse:
Ethnicity: White
Height: 5'4 and 5'5"
Weight: 200lbs
Bodytype: Round Pear
Age: 20s
These two woman with highlighted hair, cigarettes (American Spirit to help you get the picture) highlighted hair, and low cut crop tops walked past me into a venue. Both had round heavy breasts and their bellies sunk into their shorts. One had a flannel shirt slung around her waist but the other had a butt barely contained in her shorts. I sat behind them on the bleacher type seats laid out flat listening to a country singer and smelling the sweat from them. It wasn't a hot day or night and it surprised me. After the concert was over one pulled a pack of cigarettes out of her bra (That's how I know the brand) and handed one to her neighbor. Apparently they were having a discussion started earlier. Both were apparently body positive activists and were complaining about how some guy they liked ignored them. If only they knew...
Number 2:
At a Glimpse:
Ethnicity: White
Height: 5'3"
Weight: ~350lbs
Bodytype: Pear
Age: 21
Waddling down along the lake this woman walked over to the bar and had to present ID. She was wearing skintight leggins/yoga pants, and a blouse shirt thing turned crop top. Behind her a guy, all slick hair, and biceps, came up and put an arm over her shoulder. The real treat wasn't her panting, sagging stretch mark belly, wide heavy ass, or flat breasts that must have been held up by a serious bra it was her knees and calves. She had a wicked case of knock knees and her right calve was off and nearly a 45ยบ angle. I was amazed she could still walk. It wasn't really a walk it was a shuffle. Her thighs, cellulite visible though the thin fabric jiggled slightly.
Number 1:
At a Glimpse:
Ethnicity: White
Height: 5'2"
Weight: ~450lbs
Bodytype: Massive Pear
Age:30s
This woman practically lay in her wheelchair and looked ten years older then she probably is. It was her eyes, voice, hair, and style that gave me the guess on her age.
The impression one got looking at her even though her back was straight on the backrest, her massive belly sat on her thighs and probably engulfed them. Breasts lay on top, she either wasn't wearing a bra or needed a new one, and her pale fat legs were swollen with the feet forced into shoes. Her dress was long enough to cover her belly but a swollen lymphodema hung out where her thigh was supposed to be, angry red colored. Her chin ran into her chest and jiggled when she talked to the chubby women who were with her. She had a thin tube running from the back of the wheelchair to her nose. I also saw her briefly on the move and all over her, including face, jiggled when she hit a bump in the concrete.
Number Five:
At a Glimpse:
Ethnicity: White
Height: 5'5"
Weight: ~250lbs
Bodytype: Apple
Age: 20s
Dancing at one of the stages this girl was one of the normal sightings that I never bother writing down. Her butt, belly, and breasts were swollen members on a body that was covered in a thick layer of flab. A guy was grinding on her and then reached around and began to wiggle her belly. Other then that nothing abnormal.
Number Four:
At a Glimpse:
Ethnicity: Black
Height: 5'8"
Weight: ~225lbs
Bodytype: Hourglass
Age: 20s
With a high shelf ass and massive cleavage this woman and her S.O. had a nice talk over Dippin' Dots about loosing weight and her diet. She didn't really waddle although her thighs pushed her legs apart.
Number 3:
At a Glimpse:
At a Glimpse:
Ethnicity: White
Height: 5'4 and 5'5"
Weight: 200lbs
Bodytype: Round Pear
Age: 20s
These two woman with highlighted hair, cigarettes (American Spirit to help you get the picture) highlighted hair, and low cut crop tops walked past me into a venue. Both had round heavy breasts and their bellies sunk into their shorts. One had a flannel shirt slung around her waist but the other had a butt barely contained in her shorts. I sat behind them on the bleacher type seats laid out flat listening to a country singer and smelling the sweat from them. It wasn't a hot day or night and it surprised me. After the concert was over one pulled a pack of cigarettes out of her bra (That's how I know the brand) and handed one to her neighbor. Apparently they were having a discussion started earlier. Both were apparently body positive activists and were complaining about how some guy they liked ignored them. If only they knew...
Number 2:
At a Glimpse:
Ethnicity: White
Height: 5'3"
Weight: ~350lbs
Bodytype: Pear
Age: 21
Waddling down along the lake this woman walked over to the bar and had to present ID. She was wearing skintight leggins/yoga pants, and a blouse shirt thing turned crop top. Behind her a guy, all slick hair, and biceps, came up and put an arm over her shoulder. The real treat wasn't her panting, sagging stretch mark belly, wide heavy ass, or flat breasts that must have been held up by a serious bra it was her knees and calves. She had a wicked case of knock knees and her right calve was off and nearly a 45ยบ angle. I was amazed she could still walk. It wasn't really a walk it was a shuffle. Her thighs, cellulite visible though the thin fabric jiggled slightly.
Number 1:
At a Glimpse:
Ethnicity: White
Height: 5'2"
Weight: ~450lbs
Bodytype: Massive Pear
Age:30s
This woman practically lay in her wheelchair and looked ten years older then she probably is. It was her eyes, voice, hair, and style that gave me the guess on her age.
The impression one got looking at her even though her back was straight on the backrest, her massive belly sat on her thighs and probably engulfed them. Breasts lay on top, she either wasn't wearing a bra or needed a new one, and her pale fat legs were swollen with the feet forced into shoes. Her dress was long enough to cover her belly but a swollen lymphodema hung out where her thigh was supposed to be, angry red colored. Her chin ran into her chest and jiggled when she talked to the chubby women who were with her. She had a thin tube running from the back of the wheelchair to her nose. I also saw her briefly on the move and all over her, including face, jiggled when she hit a bump in the concrete.
Saturday, June 11, 2016
Beach
Just an Update:
My Girlfriend and I are still dating. We haven't done anything interesting, still no sex, lots of hanging out, talking, etc.
Currently her weight is around 330lbs, not to bad for the amount she eats.
For those who have forgotten:
Ethnicity: Mixed Race
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 330lbs
Bodytype: Melting Pear
Age: 19
However yesterday it was warm and we went to the beach. She wore a one piece and looked like she'd been stuffed into it. It bulged alarmingly and couldn't contain the jiggling of her butt, breasts, and thighs. Her pale skin tanned slightly through the gallons of sunscreen. The whole beach stared at her massive figure wobbling it's way through the sand. At one point while she lay down she looked so amazing I whispered "You look like a beached whale."
Her reply, and this is very much her personal character, was "Good puns are still bad jokes"
My Girlfriend and I are still dating. We haven't done anything interesting, still no sex, lots of hanging out, talking, etc.
Currently her weight is around 330lbs, not to bad for the amount she eats.
For those who have forgotten:
Ethnicity: Mixed Race
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 330lbs
Bodytype: Melting Pear
Age: 19
However yesterday it was warm and we went to the beach. She wore a one piece and looked like she'd been stuffed into it. It bulged alarmingly and couldn't contain the jiggling of her butt, breasts, and thighs. Her pale skin tanned slightly through the gallons of sunscreen. The whole beach stared at her massive figure wobbling it's way through the sand. At one point while she lay down she looked so amazing I whispered "You look like a beached whale."
Her reply, and this is very much her personal character, was "Good puns are still bad jokes"
Saturday, May 21, 2016
Tiny Little Town
In a tiny little town, off to the north of the big city I work out of is a small nondescript house. The only distinguishing feature is a steel wheelchair ramp out of the back of the house.
I parked in the driveway and unloaded the van. Tubing (Tracheostomy, Catheter, G-Tube etc.) about twenty different medications, along with all sorts of other supplies. My GPS had found the address all right and it had been described to me by a coworker. The backstory was the woman who was extremely disabled and cared for by a full time Carer. Looking at the list of medications and other items this woman was very sick.
I rang the doorbell heard movement and then the door opened. I was confronted by a short ball of fat stuffed into a set of scrubs.
At a glimpse:
Ethnicity: White
Height: 5'1"
Weight: 350 Pounds
Bodytype: Massive Apple
Age:19
Most female CNAs I see are fit because they do hard physical labor and are paid crap. (Okay so I'm biased because I was one. Still true though) The chubby ones I see are always just that. Chubby. Not Curvy in a "good" way but generally they're apple shaped with their slabs of fat on their hips, thighs, belly, and breasts. All are "Trying to Loose weight,""dieting," or "Cutting back." A single look at this woman told me this wasn't the case.
She was breathing heavily, practically panting. Her breasts were a pair of pancakes resting on her belly which stuck out like the prow of a ship while sinking into her pants. She was easily as wide as the XL wheelchair doorway. It looked like someone had wrapped a bowling ball in nurse's scrubs and they were stretched to capacity. "Follow me." She said in an alto, totally emotionless voice. She turned and I got a great look at her twin slabs of fat that made up her butt going up and down all the way to the living room while I dragged in the cart.
The CNA went straight for the woman in the wheelchair, pudgy, pale, drooling, with a trach tube shoved under her chin, her eyes flicked to me then back to the TV where Ellen was playing. I started upacking the boxes and the CNA started feeding the woman applesauce. I unpacked everything and the CNA went with me to the kitchen then through to a bedroom converted into an office for some paperwork I was to deliver back at the office. She collapsed into a swivel chair and grabbed a cigarette hungrily. She started smoking and digging through papers while I tried not to look down at her substantial cleavage. She handed me the envelop and said "Wanna hang around a minute?"
"Sure." I said sitting on a table. "What's up?"
"Just lonely. Sit here 16 hours a day with that glorified vegetable then I sleep down the hall from her."
"What about weekends?" I asked trying not to stare at the FUPA she was thrusting toward me.
"I go home to my parents."
"Fun." I commented. We chitchatted a couple minutes me trying simultaneously keep up a conversation and keep down an erection as her massive belly, with about four inches of pale, stretch mark covered blubber, thrusting out at me. Finally she said she should go back to work and I agreed and I left. It was very interesting.
I parked in the driveway and unloaded the van. Tubing (Tracheostomy, Catheter, G-Tube etc.) about twenty different medications, along with all sorts of other supplies. My GPS had found the address all right and it had been described to me by a coworker. The backstory was the woman who was extremely disabled and cared for by a full time Carer. Looking at the list of medications and other items this woman was very sick.
I rang the doorbell heard movement and then the door opened. I was confronted by a short ball of fat stuffed into a set of scrubs.
At a glimpse:
Ethnicity: White
Height: 5'1"
Weight: 350 Pounds
Bodytype: Massive Apple
Age:19
Most female CNAs I see are fit because they do hard physical labor and are paid crap. (Okay so I'm biased because I was one. Still true though) The chubby ones I see are always just that. Chubby. Not Curvy in a "good" way but generally they're apple shaped with their slabs of fat on their hips, thighs, belly, and breasts. All are "Trying to Loose weight,""dieting," or "Cutting back." A single look at this woman told me this wasn't the case.
She was breathing heavily, practically panting. Her breasts were a pair of pancakes resting on her belly which stuck out like the prow of a ship while sinking into her pants. She was easily as wide as the XL wheelchair doorway. It looked like someone had wrapped a bowling ball in nurse's scrubs and they were stretched to capacity. "Follow me." She said in an alto, totally emotionless voice. She turned and I got a great look at her twin slabs of fat that made up her butt going up and down all the way to the living room while I dragged in the cart.
The CNA went straight for the woman in the wheelchair, pudgy, pale, drooling, with a trach tube shoved under her chin, her eyes flicked to me then back to the TV where Ellen was playing. I started upacking the boxes and the CNA started feeding the woman applesauce. I unpacked everything and the CNA went with me to the kitchen then through to a bedroom converted into an office for some paperwork I was to deliver back at the office. She collapsed into a swivel chair and grabbed a cigarette hungrily. She started smoking and digging through papers while I tried not to look down at her substantial cleavage. She handed me the envelop and said "Wanna hang around a minute?"
"Sure." I said sitting on a table. "What's up?"
"Just lonely. Sit here 16 hours a day with that glorified vegetable then I sleep down the hall from her."
"What about weekends?" I asked trying not to stare at the FUPA she was thrusting toward me.
"I go home to my parents."
"Fun." I commented. We chitchatted a couple minutes me trying simultaneously keep up a conversation and keep down an erection as her massive belly, with about four inches of pale, stretch mark covered blubber, thrusting out at me. Finally she said she should go back to work and I agreed and I left. It was very interesting.
Saturday, May 14, 2016
Dying of Obesity 3
Before you began I need to remind everyone that this is 18+ material, pretty gross, and not all FAs/Feeders are going to like this. Also Profanity. You've been warned.
Anyway sorry for not posting these things sooner but school finals hit and the college students among you can attest to that.
Another quick note here's Parts One and Two:
Part One: http://bbwsinthewild.blogspot.com/2016/02/dying-of-obesity.html
Part Two: http://bbwsinthewild.blogspot.com/2016/04/dying-of-obesity-2.html
For those who have forgotten:
Ethnicity: White
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 671 Pounds
Bodytype: Heavy Pear
Age: 29
I dropped the boxes onto the cart and slammed the van door. This had rapidly become one of my favorite deliveries. I've been here in between posts but most aren't worth reporting. Most of the time she's tucked in bed covered in layers of sheets with only her face showing watching TV. At her weight breathing is it's own challenge and she more then likely tires easily. Her CNA, a loud mouthed skinny guy, who probably doesn't appreciate her and treats her like a zoo animal, usually deals with me.
But today I turned up when he wasn't there. A muffled voice wheezed out "Come in" and I entered the smelly cave that was her room and had my mind blown. She was laying partially back on the futon surrounded by pillows. A stained sheet was draped over her body and she was surrounded by junk food, soda, and debris from her food orgy. Below the sheet running to clear plastic bag was a tube. It was a urinary catheter. I'd never seen her with one before, at least not an obvious one. She ignored me stuffing her face with the food around her. Even as I watched she wiped a flabby hand on the sheet and reached for some pringles.
Because that's what it was I realized. This woman was an addict. I mean I knew that intrinsically she was addicted to comfort food. Her size alone confirmed that. But now I knew it was more serious then that. The food surrounding her was her entire life. It was literally the same as Heroin or Crack Cocaine. She was physically dependent on this food to the same extent an addict goes into withdrawal without their high. The look on her face, sweaty, a small smile, no pain, half closed eye lids... Yeah she was an addict getting her fix.
I finished placing the stuff on the floor and looked at her. The room stunk of her body odor, feces, urine, microwave food, and medicine. She took a gulp of Fanta and took a brief break for air. I approached her asking her to sign. Still taking deep breaths she rapidly signed. Her eyes were crusty her face pale and covered in crumbs. Below the sheets the massive mounds of her destroyed body, destroyed by her addiction, jiggled as she moved.
The smell of feces was much more intense up close. As I left I realized she gone on herself probably on one of the bed pads included in this order. Doubtless she didn't care anymore. To her the addiction she needed, the one that fuels our sex drives, had alienated her from the rest of humanity. She was stuck in a shit building, with shitty people, cared for by a shitty CNA, sitting in her own shit. And she was sitting here, probably one of those "My 600lbs life" people who hate their weight unable to hold back her addiction. For it she sat in her own feces with a tube up her vagina and in her nose. And while she had the comfort of food, like all addicts, she didn't care.
Anyway sorry for not posting these things sooner but school finals hit and the college students among you can attest to that.
Another quick note here's Parts One and Two:
Part One: http://bbwsinthewild.blogspot.com/2016/02/dying-of-obesity.html
Part Two: http://bbwsinthewild.blogspot.com/2016/04/dying-of-obesity-2.html
For those who have forgotten:
Ethnicity: White
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 671 Pounds
Bodytype: Heavy Pear
Age: 29
I dropped the boxes onto the cart and slammed the van door. This had rapidly become one of my favorite deliveries. I've been here in between posts but most aren't worth reporting. Most of the time she's tucked in bed covered in layers of sheets with only her face showing watching TV. At her weight breathing is it's own challenge and she more then likely tires easily. Her CNA, a loud mouthed skinny guy, who probably doesn't appreciate her and treats her like a zoo animal, usually deals with me.
But today I turned up when he wasn't there. A muffled voice wheezed out "Come in" and I entered the smelly cave that was her room and had my mind blown. She was laying partially back on the futon surrounded by pillows. A stained sheet was draped over her body and she was surrounded by junk food, soda, and debris from her food orgy. Below the sheet running to clear plastic bag was a tube. It was a urinary catheter. I'd never seen her with one before, at least not an obvious one. She ignored me stuffing her face with the food around her. Even as I watched she wiped a flabby hand on the sheet and reached for some pringles.
Because that's what it was I realized. This woman was an addict. I mean I knew that intrinsically she was addicted to comfort food. Her size alone confirmed that. But now I knew it was more serious then that. The food surrounding her was her entire life. It was literally the same as Heroin or Crack Cocaine. She was physically dependent on this food to the same extent an addict goes into withdrawal without their high. The look on her face, sweaty, a small smile, no pain, half closed eye lids... Yeah she was an addict getting her fix.
I finished placing the stuff on the floor and looked at her. The room stunk of her body odor, feces, urine, microwave food, and medicine. She took a gulp of Fanta and took a brief break for air. I approached her asking her to sign. Still taking deep breaths she rapidly signed. Her eyes were crusty her face pale and covered in crumbs. Below the sheets the massive mounds of her destroyed body, destroyed by her addiction, jiggled as she moved.
The smell of feces was much more intense up close. As I left I realized she gone on herself probably on one of the bed pads included in this order. Doubtless she didn't care anymore. To her the addiction she needed, the one that fuels our sex drives, had alienated her from the rest of humanity. She was stuck in a shit building, with shitty people, cared for by a shitty CNA, sitting in her own shit. And she was sitting here, probably one of those "My 600lbs life" people who hate their weight unable to hold back her addiction. For it she sat in her own feces with a tube up her vagina and in her nose. And while she had the comfort of food, like all addicts, she didn't care.
Thursday, April 14, 2016
Dying of Obesity 2
This took place on April 2 2016. Just to let you know the original "Dying of Obesity" is the most viewed on the blog. The original is here: http://bbwsinthewild.blogspot.com/2016/02/dying-of-obesity.html
That being said this won't be liked by everyone and it's a little gross for some. It is a real true story though.
When I rolled out of bed that morning I didn't want to go to work. I wanted to go look at cars. I wanted to go back to sleep. I wanted to think of my girlfriend, phone, skype whatever with her. What I did was swear, get dressed and pour corn flakes. One of the guys at work had brought in some sort of sickness from a place he'd deliver too or, more likely, a drinking party he'd gone too, and half the people were out sick. I had to leave early and take a massive van through downtown and in and out of traffic.
On the run sheet was a familiar address and customer, a mid 50s woman who had tried to kill herself for years with cigarettes and pain pills and now was spending tons of taxpayer money to delay the inevitable, and a new name and apartment number.
We've developed a routine to get into this place. No men are allowed past the front desk. Now why any man would want to sexually assault someone in a facility full of the elderly, the disabled, and the addicted, I have no idea. Anyway I did the usual "I come here every week, not to mention I'm gay, see here's my boyfriend" (Showing a picture of a coworker to the female security guard) And as always they let me in. The first delivery went off fine. Into a small cramped dorm room that smelled like socks and cigarettes to replace the filters on an oxygen concentrator, and provide more tubing. Her 16 year old daughter, who shared the room with her was nice with a chubby round belly and wild looking.
The next stop was actually the same floor down a hall. And it was either the same woman I saw before in the common room or an exact duplicate. I knocked at the door smelling a unique smell that I smelled before. A raspy voice gasped out "Come in!" I'd looked at the information we had. The pharmacy had been unlocked while the tech was outside having a cigarette break the the pharmacist was in the bathroom, and when I'd picked up the cases they'd prepared I'd glanced at the prescription blank with the info on it. Which is legal because I am HIPPA compliant and I'm not passing any drugs or her name to you people. However I will use it for a more accurate description.
At a glimpse:
Ethnicity: White
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 671 Pounds (As of that morning)
Bodytype: Heavy Pear
Age: 29 ( I took her for at least 35 first time I saw her)
She was sprawled on top of a futon in bed mode completely nude. To give you as accurate a picture as possible she looked like Candy Godiva but with worse skin, and wider hips. Rather then her belly pooling and spilling off the edge of her lap it was layered on her hips and reached forward to her knees. It's underside had a brownish tinge to it. Her breasts pooled lifelessly on her belly. The futon had a plastic sheet over it and a regular but stained bedsheet on top of it. Her eyes bloodshot and tired, widened when she saw me.
It's always awkward when we walk in on one of our customers naked. And it happens more often then you'd think. In this case she sort of lunged fell to the right grabbed a sheet, pushed herself back up, and draped it over herself, her breath becoming short and ragged. "Oh... My... God..!" She pant/wheezed at me. "I thought... you were my... C-N-A!"
"It's all good." I said as casually as I could. "Happens all the time." I started unloading the cart and asked her where she wanted it. She gestured vaguely at a kitchenette counter buried under a pile of receipts, wrappers, and food containers. I piled the boxes on there. According to the labels it was standard stuff for a bariatric or geriatric delivery, bed pads, meds, more oxygen tubing, gloves etc. Some generic stuff like Paper towels and wipes (Lots of those) and, not generally a geriatric product, Tampons.
Her voice made me jump. "Could you do me a favor?"
I turned around. "Can you get me my walker? I really need to use the bathroom." Her breathing was much more regular although it was still shallow and rapid. Her face, padded in flesh, looked pleadingly at me. "If you don't mind."
"Of course not." I said. I grabbed it and carried it over to her. She pulled herself forward and placed her hands down on it and tried to rise. But the Futon was too low and she was left panting. I had turned back to the counter and her voice came from behind me again.
"Oh" *GASP* "Fuck..."
I turned around and said "Do you want a hand?"
"Well..." She wanted either to not flash me or remain modest. My best guess, just reading her face and manner and the way her yellow teeth bit her lip, was that after years of being treated as a disgusting animal by humanity she had turned into one to a certain extent. At least based on the smell and look of the room. So I jumped in.
"I've been in home healthcare for years. It's nothing I haven't seen before." I stepped over and took another massive conversational step. "Do you need any help in there" I said gesturing to the bathroom.
"No, thank you, you're so" *GASP* "Kind." As I reached down she said "Do me a favor. Can you put my pills in my reminder over there?"
"Sure." I said. I grabbed her hand. Looking at this objectively, at 2am, I should've said that I was wearing the purple nitrate gloves earlier but I don't want to rewrite the whole damn thing so I'll say it here. In short I do it because I may be somewhere not to clean fixing or replacing something that is basically Palm Springs for bacteria. Also several of the places I go to are vulnerable to MRSA and ElizabethaKinga. So yeah I wear gloves. Anyway through my gloves I could feel the sweat and fat of her hand. I had pushed the walker to my left her right, the side closest to the bathroom and bracing my left leg I grabbed her and pulled up feeling her pushing. The sheet fell away and she started to rise exactly like a hippo at the zoo.
Even with fraction of her weight my back ached. Her legs flexed and propelled her up. For a moment I was face to face with her, her panting breath hot and rotten against my face. Then I returned to my full height putting me looking at her hair. It was greasy and nasty looking. I felt a bump against my legs right above my knees as her belly swung. Her breasts were just swinging there lifeless and pale. She leaned hard on the walker and pressed her way towards the bathroom. Her backside was doppled, the skin stretched almost beyond endurance with a sheen of sweat on it. It was like a massive cellulited rectangle. Her legs rolled with swollen lymph nodes and excess fluid. They rubbed together as she waddled and wheezed the at most seven feet to the bathroom her long oxygen tube playing out behind her. I watched as she squeezed her hips through the extra wide door into the bathroom
I returned to my job taking a look around the room. In the corner crushed against the kitchenette counter with a computer one a small bedside table and a small TV on the counter facing the bed. On the wall facing the futon was a card table with a big flat screen on it. I glanced inside the kitchenette and saw bare cupboards and a broken commode in the corner. Bags of junk food and microwave dinner boxes were scattered around on the dirty carpet another stash of chips on the fridge squeezed into the space between the bed and the futon. I found the pill reminder and filled it. The smell of the room was really intense. It smelled of sweat, filth, yeast infections, urine, fecal matter, and death. Meanwhile she'd gotten off the toilet and was dragging her body toward me. The cellulite on her belly seemed to cling to the stretch marks, healed and new, that covered her body.
I took a deep breath of the stench and asked "Do you need assistance cleaning up?"
She gave me a startled look and I said "I've been doing this stuff a long time."
"I can have my CNA do it."
"When will he get here?"
"An hour ago."
"I don't mind." She sighed and gave me the marching orders. With a gloved hand I got a wipe and reached into the warm, extremely smelly, moist cavern and wiped it as thoroughly and gently as I could. I'd done it before on geriatrics and the extremely disabled but this was insane being that close to the overstretched skin, the cellulite, and the stench. I've been close to my girlfriend and she's not skinny but this was outer worldly. I finished took off my gloves, had her sign the delivery form, and left stunned. I hope I'm on the South Run forever.
That being said this won't be liked by everyone and it's a little gross for some. It is a real true story though.
When I rolled out of bed that morning I didn't want to go to work. I wanted to go look at cars. I wanted to go back to sleep. I wanted to think of my girlfriend, phone, skype whatever with her. What I did was swear, get dressed and pour corn flakes. One of the guys at work had brought in some sort of sickness from a place he'd deliver too or, more likely, a drinking party he'd gone too, and half the people were out sick. I had to leave early and take a massive van through downtown and in and out of traffic.
On the run sheet was a familiar address and customer, a mid 50s woman who had tried to kill herself for years with cigarettes and pain pills and now was spending tons of taxpayer money to delay the inevitable, and a new name and apartment number.
We've developed a routine to get into this place. No men are allowed past the front desk. Now why any man would want to sexually assault someone in a facility full of the elderly, the disabled, and the addicted, I have no idea. Anyway I did the usual "I come here every week, not to mention I'm gay, see here's my boyfriend" (Showing a picture of a coworker to the female security guard) And as always they let me in. The first delivery went off fine. Into a small cramped dorm room that smelled like socks and cigarettes to replace the filters on an oxygen concentrator, and provide more tubing. Her 16 year old daughter, who shared the room with her was nice with a chubby round belly and wild looking.
The next stop was actually the same floor down a hall. And it was either the same woman I saw before in the common room or an exact duplicate. I knocked at the door smelling a unique smell that I smelled before. A raspy voice gasped out "Come in!" I'd looked at the information we had. The pharmacy had been unlocked while the tech was outside having a cigarette break the the pharmacist was in the bathroom, and when I'd picked up the cases they'd prepared I'd glanced at the prescription blank with the info on it. Which is legal because I am HIPPA compliant and I'm not passing any drugs or her name to you people. However I will use it for a more accurate description.
At a glimpse:
Ethnicity: White
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 671 Pounds (As of that morning)
Bodytype: Heavy Pear
Age: 29 ( I took her for at least 35 first time I saw her)
She was sprawled on top of a futon in bed mode completely nude. To give you as accurate a picture as possible she looked like Candy Godiva but with worse skin, and wider hips. Rather then her belly pooling and spilling off the edge of her lap it was layered on her hips and reached forward to her knees. It's underside had a brownish tinge to it. Her breasts pooled lifelessly on her belly. The futon had a plastic sheet over it and a regular but stained bedsheet on top of it. Her eyes bloodshot and tired, widened when she saw me.
It's always awkward when we walk in on one of our customers naked. And it happens more often then you'd think. In this case she sort of lunged fell to the right grabbed a sheet, pushed herself back up, and draped it over herself, her breath becoming short and ragged. "Oh... My... God..!" She pant/wheezed at me. "I thought... you were my... C-N-A!"
"It's all good." I said as casually as I could. "Happens all the time." I started unloading the cart and asked her where she wanted it. She gestured vaguely at a kitchenette counter buried under a pile of receipts, wrappers, and food containers. I piled the boxes on there. According to the labels it was standard stuff for a bariatric or geriatric delivery, bed pads, meds, more oxygen tubing, gloves etc. Some generic stuff like Paper towels and wipes (Lots of those) and, not generally a geriatric product, Tampons.
Her voice made me jump. "Could you do me a favor?"
I turned around. "Can you get me my walker? I really need to use the bathroom." Her breathing was much more regular although it was still shallow and rapid. Her face, padded in flesh, looked pleadingly at me. "If you don't mind."
"Of course not." I said. I grabbed it and carried it over to her. She pulled herself forward and placed her hands down on it and tried to rise. But the Futon was too low and she was left panting. I had turned back to the counter and her voice came from behind me again.
"Oh" *GASP* "Fuck..."
I turned around and said "Do you want a hand?"
"Well..." She wanted either to not flash me or remain modest. My best guess, just reading her face and manner and the way her yellow teeth bit her lip, was that after years of being treated as a disgusting animal by humanity she had turned into one to a certain extent. At least based on the smell and look of the room. So I jumped in.
"I've been in home healthcare for years. It's nothing I haven't seen before." I stepped over and took another massive conversational step. "Do you need any help in there" I said gesturing to the bathroom.
"No, thank you, you're so" *GASP* "Kind." As I reached down she said "Do me a favor. Can you put my pills in my reminder over there?"
"Sure." I said. I grabbed her hand. Looking at this objectively, at 2am, I should've said that I was wearing the purple nitrate gloves earlier but I don't want to rewrite the whole damn thing so I'll say it here. In short I do it because I may be somewhere not to clean fixing or replacing something that is basically Palm Springs for bacteria. Also several of the places I go to are vulnerable to MRSA and ElizabethaKinga. So yeah I wear gloves. Anyway through my gloves I could feel the sweat and fat of her hand. I had pushed the walker to my left her right, the side closest to the bathroom and bracing my left leg I grabbed her and pulled up feeling her pushing. The sheet fell away and she started to rise exactly like a hippo at the zoo.
Even with fraction of her weight my back ached. Her legs flexed and propelled her up. For a moment I was face to face with her, her panting breath hot and rotten against my face. Then I returned to my full height putting me looking at her hair. It was greasy and nasty looking. I felt a bump against my legs right above my knees as her belly swung. Her breasts were just swinging there lifeless and pale. She leaned hard on the walker and pressed her way towards the bathroom. Her backside was doppled, the skin stretched almost beyond endurance with a sheen of sweat on it. It was like a massive cellulited rectangle. Her legs rolled with swollen lymph nodes and excess fluid. They rubbed together as she waddled and wheezed the at most seven feet to the bathroom her long oxygen tube playing out behind her. I watched as she squeezed her hips through the extra wide door into the bathroom
I returned to my job taking a look around the room. In the corner crushed against the kitchenette counter with a computer one a small bedside table and a small TV on the counter facing the bed. On the wall facing the futon was a card table with a big flat screen on it. I glanced inside the kitchenette and saw bare cupboards and a broken commode in the corner. Bags of junk food and microwave dinner boxes were scattered around on the dirty carpet another stash of chips on the fridge squeezed into the space between the bed and the futon. I found the pill reminder and filled it. The smell of the room was really intense. It smelled of sweat, filth, yeast infections, urine, fecal matter, and death. Meanwhile she'd gotten off the toilet and was dragging her body toward me. The cellulite on her belly seemed to cling to the stretch marks, healed and new, that covered her body.
I took a deep breath of the stench and asked "Do you need assistance cleaning up?"
She gave me a startled look and I said "I've been doing this stuff a long time."
"I can have my CNA do it."
"When will he get here?"
"An hour ago."
"I don't mind." She sighed and gave me the marching orders. With a gloved hand I got a wipe and reached into the warm, extremely smelly, moist cavern and wiped it as thoroughly and gently as I could. I'd done it before on geriatrics and the extremely disabled but this was insane being that close to the overstretched skin, the cellulite, and the stench. I've been close to my girlfriend and she's not skinny but this was outer worldly. I finished took off my gloves, had her sign the delivery form, and left stunned. I hope I'm on the South Run forever.
Wednesday, April 6, 2016
Meeting the Parents
Sorry this took so long to publish but I had a series of very important tests and a lot of lectures to keep on top of with school. I hope you enjoy this though.
This occurred on Friday February 26th 2016. Without getting personal my mother is no longer in the picture and my girlfriend was the only one pushing for us to meet the others parents. My dad, in another state at the immediate moment (Long haul truck driver) so we Skyped with him. He and her got along great but he texted me to say "IDK Why u did it. At least you're not going to not givem e grandkids." Which personally is a little weird and encouraging. However she wanted to do an actual dinner with her parents. She'd been vague about her mother but she said I'd like her dad.
For those who have forgotten:
Ethnicity: Mixed Race
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 325lbs
Bodytype: Melting Pear
Age: 19
I got a Zipcar and drove to her house. It's a decent place buried in an out of the way cul de sac. It was dark and slightly nippy. I parked under a street lamp and got out just as a local police car came down the street, around the traffic circle and out again. I rang the bell and a balding guy in his 50s with a small beer gut and a Packers Sweatshirt opened it. I had asked her what her parents liked to drink and was glad I'd brought beer with me. He took it, shook my hand, told me where to drop my coat and instantly asked me whether or not I'd seen the Super Bowl. He was very nice and very hyper active. Then he pointed me to the living room. I followed him in and felt my eyes getting wide.
At a glimpse:
Ethnicity: African American
Height: 5'3"
Weight: 600+pounds
Bodytype: Pear w. belly
Age: 45
As it turns out this massive woman holding court in a deep recliner on the other side of the room was my girlfriend's mother. She had massive legs under the dress she was wearing. Because she was reclined she looked like a giant slab of fat. Her face was round and puffy with the eyes buried deep in her face. She gave me a look that made me want to vault through the window and suddenly her husband was there introducing me and rambling on. I stepped across and shook hands. It was big, flabby, and warm. She was very nice and asked me the normal questions.
In waltzed the GF wearing a surprisingly conservative dress. Her legs were plump and jiggled slightly. But the way the dress was fitted it pulled her drooping belly up emphasizing her belly over her breasts and hiding her butt. Probably I her mother was trying to be dictatorial.
"Dinner is served!!" GF's dad sounded. I was looking at my GFs mom when she heard that. Her head snapped up and she sort of struggled up. I renewed my offer of help and it was accepted. It was Steak, Potatoes, Gravy, Green Beans, tons of awesome stuff. I carried in a bowl of green beans and saw my GFs mom waddling to the table. I say waddling but it was difficult to describe. Even through her loose dress I could she her sagging belly, butt, and breasts. She sat on a pair of chairs. My GFs Father was rushing around loading plates and my GF sat across from me and winked. We were joined by two younger kids. A skinny boy with a face that screamed I PLAY SOCCER!! and a chunky 14 year old girl.
Mother, and both daughters tucked in like there was no tomorrow. There was tons of food. Both men ate a lot too. Mom clearly was the champion eater. I am a very fast eater but she had me beaten as she plowed through her steaks (three) mounds of potatoes and tiny amount of green beans like a thresher. My GF put up quite a fight but soon fell behind and the younger girl was barely in the running. The husband and son didn't even push it although the son ate more then I did. For the record he's ten and I'm 21.
We had Ice Cream Cake for dessert. Little sister had two pieces, GF had three dad and son had three, I had one (to be polite) mom had five. FIVE. After her massive dinner. Her husband had to help her up after dinner and she wobbled back to her chair. Obviously she had no shame about her size or just didn't give a damn what I thought. Soon after I said goodnight. I had to work the next day. I was amazed by my girlfriends mother. I've seen plenty of obese women but none as un self conscious as she was. I parked the zipcar and took the bus to my apartment. On the way I got a text "Mom says she likes you ;) <3"
This occurred on Friday February 26th 2016. Without getting personal my mother is no longer in the picture and my girlfriend was the only one pushing for us to meet the others parents. My dad, in another state at the immediate moment (Long haul truck driver) so we Skyped with him. He and her got along great but he texted me to say "IDK Why u did it. At least you're not going to not givem e grandkids." Which personally is a little weird and encouraging. However she wanted to do an actual dinner with her parents. She'd been vague about her mother but she said I'd like her dad.
For those who have forgotten:
Ethnicity: Mixed Race
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 325lbs
Bodytype: Melting Pear
Age: 19
I got a Zipcar and drove to her house. It's a decent place buried in an out of the way cul de sac. It was dark and slightly nippy. I parked under a street lamp and got out just as a local police car came down the street, around the traffic circle and out again. I rang the bell and a balding guy in his 50s with a small beer gut and a Packers Sweatshirt opened it. I had asked her what her parents liked to drink and was glad I'd brought beer with me. He took it, shook my hand, told me where to drop my coat and instantly asked me whether or not I'd seen the Super Bowl. He was very nice and very hyper active. Then he pointed me to the living room. I followed him in and felt my eyes getting wide.
At a glimpse:
Ethnicity: African American
Height: 5'3"
Weight: 600+pounds
Bodytype: Pear w. belly
Age: 45
As it turns out this massive woman holding court in a deep recliner on the other side of the room was my girlfriend's mother. She had massive legs under the dress she was wearing. Because she was reclined she looked like a giant slab of fat. Her face was round and puffy with the eyes buried deep in her face. She gave me a look that made me want to vault through the window and suddenly her husband was there introducing me and rambling on. I stepped across and shook hands. It was big, flabby, and warm. She was very nice and asked me the normal questions.
In waltzed the GF wearing a surprisingly conservative dress. Her legs were plump and jiggled slightly. But the way the dress was fitted it pulled her drooping belly up emphasizing her belly over her breasts and hiding her butt. Probably I her mother was trying to be dictatorial.
"Dinner is served!!" GF's dad sounded. I was looking at my GFs mom when she heard that. Her head snapped up and she sort of struggled up. I renewed my offer of help and it was accepted. It was Steak, Potatoes, Gravy, Green Beans, tons of awesome stuff. I carried in a bowl of green beans and saw my GFs mom waddling to the table. I say waddling but it was difficult to describe. Even through her loose dress I could she her sagging belly, butt, and breasts. She sat on a pair of chairs. My GFs Father was rushing around loading plates and my GF sat across from me and winked. We were joined by two younger kids. A skinny boy with a face that screamed I PLAY SOCCER!! and a chunky 14 year old girl.
Mother, and both daughters tucked in like there was no tomorrow. There was tons of food. Both men ate a lot too. Mom clearly was the champion eater. I am a very fast eater but she had me beaten as she plowed through her steaks (three) mounds of potatoes and tiny amount of green beans like a thresher. My GF put up quite a fight but soon fell behind and the younger girl was barely in the running. The husband and son didn't even push it although the son ate more then I did. For the record he's ten and I'm 21.
We had Ice Cream Cake for dessert. Little sister had two pieces, GF had three dad and son had three, I had one (to be polite) mom had five. FIVE. After her massive dinner. Her husband had to help her up after dinner and she wobbled back to her chair. Obviously she had no shame about her size or just didn't give a damn what I thought. Soon after I said goodnight. I had to work the next day. I was amazed by my girlfriends mother. I've seen plenty of obese women but none as un self conscious as she was. I parked the zipcar and took the bus to my apartment. On the way I got a text "Mom says she likes you ;) <3"
Saturday, March 5, 2016
Top Three Sightings Greater Milwaukee Auto Show 2016
As many of you know I live near the city of Milwaukee Wisconsin. Not in the city itself but just outside, still within busing distance of my ratty little apartment. I have enough money saved up for a good down payment on a car and with my recent raise I can finally afford it. So I went to the Greater Milwaukee Auto Show to look at cars. I saw about ten BBW/SSBBWs but only three were spectacular.
Number Three:
First Floor in the Luxury Cars
At a glimpse:
Ethnicity: Black
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 300+
Bodytype: Super Hourglass
Age: Early Thirties
Details: I was sitting inside a Land Rover and I looked across from me as she climbed out of a, I think it was a Volvo. Her frontage was like a bookshelf and as she climbed out with two massive watermelon sized breasts suspended in the air. She and a man who was with her continued next door to another display i got a good look at a real sexy self butt that wobbled side to side as she walked.
Number Two:
On the bus on the way there
At a glimpse:
Ethnicity: White
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 200+
Bodytype: pear
Age: late twenties
Details:
This one was on the bus on the way there. I was sitting on the rear higher level when she walked aboard. Nice wide hips and a small round belly with decent boobs. But when she turned around to sit she gave me a nice view of a big juicy butt. She's a classic PAWG. She sat in the aisle seat and her butt squished out and over the edge. We got off at the same stop and she walked down a different street but it gave me a really nice look at her behind as the cheeks slapped up and down.
Number One:
Outside the Show itself
At a glimpse:
Ethnicity: White
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 550+
Bodytype: Pear with belly
Age: Mid forties
Details:
Across the street from the convention center was a parking lot. I had done a test drive and crossed the street to call my GF when I saw her. She was sitting in a mobility scooter (AKA a "fat cart") Her waist fat and butt were squished together to form a donut shape and her belly hung down into her pants. She had greasy brown hair and saggy breasts. She was haggered but her belly was really sexy as it forced her legs apart hanging inside her pants.
Those were my top 3 sightings. As you may remember I've got another list on here, summerfest in Milwaukee. It'll be up in summer. I'll probably make another list at some point.
Number Three:
First Floor in the Luxury Cars
At a glimpse:
Ethnicity: Black
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 300+
Bodytype: Super Hourglass
Age: Early Thirties
Details: I was sitting inside a Land Rover and I looked across from me as she climbed out of a, I think it was a Volvo. Her frontage was like a bookshelf and as she climbed out with two massive watermelon sized breasts suspended in the air. She and a man who was with her continued next door to another display i got a good look at a real sexy self butt that wobbled side to side as she walked.
Number Two:
On the bus on the way there
At a glimpse:
Ethnicity: White
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 200+
Bodytype: pear
Age: late twenties
Details:
This one was on the bus on the way there. I was sitting on the rear higher level when she walked aboard. Nice wide hips and a small round belly with decent boobs. But when she turned around to sit she gave me a nice view of a big juicy butt. She's a classic PAWG. She sat in the aisle seat and her butt squished out and over the edge. We got off at the same stop and she walked down a different street but it gave me a really nice look at her behind as the cheeks slapped up and down.
Number One:
Outside the Show itself
At a glimpse:
Ethnicity: White
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 550+
Bodytype: Pear with belly
Age: Mid forties
Details:
Across the street from the convention center was a parking lot. I had done a test drive and crossed the street to call my GF when I saw her. She was sitting in a mobility scooter (AKA a "fat cart") Her waist fat and butt were squished together to form a donut shape and her belly hung down into her pants. She had greasy brown hair and saggy breasts. She was haggered but her belly was really sexy as it forced her legs apart hanging inside her pants.
Those were my top 3 sightings. As you may remember I've got another list on here, summerfest in Milwaukee. It'll be up in summer. I'll probably make another list at some point.
Wednesday, March 2, 2016
Netflix and Chill: (My Dating Life Series)
I drove the beat up Hyundai south through the suburbs to the north eastern side of the city. My apartment was a crummy walkup but it was great for me. Single bedroom, internet, close bus stop, clean and relatively new appliances. Of course it was a little messy especially in the bedroom and kitchen. I had very little furniture except in the living room, which was an twin cushion couch, armchair, and a couple tables with lamps. I was rarely in there so it never got messy. The kitchen however, where the computer I'm writing this on is, along with my school supplies, small TV, and makeshift office, was another story. Papers and other debris were everywhere although I always kept the food prep stuff clean.
For those who have forgotten:
At a glimpse:
Ethnicity: Mixed Race
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 321lbs
Bodytype: Melting Pear
Age: 19
Details:
She got out and I locked the door and gave her the keys back. I let us in and led up the stairs. I unlocked the door and gestured her in. The flight of stairs had left her panting. She waddled into the room, part of her back exposed where her shirt had ridden up. She sat on the couch and I offered her a soda. Pepsi, Mountain Dew, Sierra Mist. "Sure. Anything. But I don't do diet." I went into the kitchen, flipped on the lights, and pulled a Sierra Mist out of the fridge. Tigger, my pet cat, gave me a superior look from his basket in the corner and then he closed his eyes again. I grabbed a bag of potato chips and headed for the living room. She'd made herself at home on my couch, her fat piled all over the cushions. I opened the bag, took a couple and offered it to her. She took the bag and reached in with a meaty hand. I dropped the soda on the table next to her and sat.
We decided on Airplane! and settled in. The movie was great and I made Popcorn. We joked and laughed back and forth at the movie. There was a pause both of us sitting on the couch watching Leslie Neilson say "I am serious and don't call me Shirley." Suddenly she leaned her head against my shoulder, her hair brushing against my face. I got hard. I whispered in her ear "I think I'm in love."
She jerked away and then dove at me. Our lips connected and she forced her tongue into my mouth. I returned it and we just lay there for a moment. Next we were on the floor kissing.
We wound up on the floor wearing only our underwear. She was even sexier in the flesh. Soft warm skin, stretch marks, heavy breasts, and a wonderfully textured cellulite covered juicy behind. We didn't really have sex more along the lines of foreplay with her getting out of breath eventually so we both toned down. About 11 she left to drive herself home leaving me to wish I had a car.
For those who have forgotten:
At a glimpse:
Ethnicity: Mixed Race
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 321lbs
Bodytype: Melting Pear
Age: 19
Details:
She got out and I locked the door and gave her the keys back. I let us in and led up the stairs. I unlocked the door and gestured her in. The flight of stairs had left her panting. She waddled into the room, part of her back exposed where her shirt had ridden up. She sat on the couch and I offered her a soda. Pepsi, Mountain Dew, Sierra Mist. "Sure. Anything. But I don't do diet." I went into the kitchen, flipped on the lights, and pulled a Sierra Mist out of the fridge. Tigger, my pet cat, gave me a superior look from his basket in the corner and then he closed his eyes again. I grabbed a bag of potato chips and headed for the living room. She'd made herself at home on my couch, her fat piled all over the cushions. I opened the bag, took a couple and offered it to her. She took the bag and reached in with a meaty hand. I dropped the soda on the table next to her and sat.
We decided on Airplane! and settled in. The movie was great and I made Popcorn. We joked and laughed back and forth at the movie. There was a pause both of us sitting on the couch watching Leslie Neilson say "I am serious and don't call me Shirley." Suddenly she leaned her head against my shoulder, her hair brushing against my face. I got hard. I whispered in her ear "I think I'm in love."
She jerked away and then dove at me. Our lips connected and she forced her tongue into my mouth. I returned it and we just lay there for a moment. Next we were on the floor kissing.
We wound up on the floor wearing only our underwear. She was even sexier in the flesh. Soft warm skin, stretch marks, heavy breasts, and a wonderfully textured cellulite covered juicy behind. We didn't really have sex more along the lines of foreplay with her getting out of breath eventually so we both toned down. About 11 she left to drive herself home leaving me to wish I had a car.
Sunday, February 28, 2016
Western Run 1
WARNING: SOME PEOPLE MIGHT FIND THIS CONTENT OFF PUTTING:
Date of Sighting: Not exact but I wrote the first draft back in mid January. I've gone "West" several times since. Call it January 15/2016. I wasn't planning to post any of these... grimier blog posts but several people praised my other one. I'll dig out the rest of these and post them as soon as possible.
I got into work, punched in and looked at the run sheet. The guy, I'll call him Ryan, was on the Southern route and I was on the western route. I have no objection to the western route other then it took longer to travel and I had to drive a big honking van rather then the smaller more agile compact delivery vans. However it was such a long ride that with the multiple deliveries I had in three different counties I was looking at an 10 hour day. Which was fine, because we do get to either take, or get paid for, an extra hour on break after 10 hours in addition to the regular 45 minutes of break time we get for an eight hour shift. I did my first few deliveries, mostly to terminally ill old people, nursing homes, and heavy smokers. As I left I noticed a 'new' one on the sheet. It was way out in the middle of nowhere on a run down farm. The van bounced up the ruts and I opened the side door. Behind the rear seats was mounted a self with plastic tubs. Each one had a paper bag in it with prescription meds in it. However this one had three paper bags stuffed into the box. I pulled out the delivery cart, dropped a pair of cases of bed pads on it, one of gloves, cathers and urine collection bags, two packs of oxygen tubing, a pair of small boxes with wound care supply bar codes, and something I hadn't noticed. A bariatric bath chair. I loaded it on and headed for the door. I took a steel wheelchair ramp to the top and rang the bell. It was answered by a guy a couple years older then me with a hassled look. I pulled the cart inside the small foyer and then around the corner into the living room. Through the door I say the glimpse of something that made me real glad my jacket was too long.
At a Glimpse:
Ethnicity: White
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 650+
Bodytype: Massive belly and thighs, no butt visible
Age: Late Twenties
Details:
I started unloading my cart and really wishing I could get in there to take a good look. Glancing around the living room it looked like many others I see. A walker, a TV, crumbs, towels on the couch, and the smell of stale urine, dried feces, although that was overpowered by some sort of food cooking in the kitchen and that sweaty grimy smell many obese have. In short it was like all the other houses where people are existing until the end of their life. The, I assume he was the husband was unpacking one of the cases of bedpads when I asked him "What do you want me to do with the prescriptions?"
"Is one of those her inhaler?"
I tore the bag open. "Yeah there's a couple."
"Take them in there" He pointed. "She didn't get her's this morning."
I walked in and was almost fainted. She was totally naked. Her massive legs lay on the bed swollen with fluid. The sheets, those I could see, were stained. Her belly was round, huge, and ridden with cellulite and her breasts were shapeless pancakes of flab. She had a short neck and it bulged flesh. Her double chin sagged and her face was fleshy with no bone structure visible. She had food stains around her mouth and her hair was greasy. The hand she'd taken her inhaler with was big and fat.
I handed her her inhaler. She took it, took a hit, and said "Thanks" in a sort of congested alto voice and dropped on the table next to her bed. I said she was welcome and returned. Turns out I had to haul the gloves in there too. She had her eyes closed. She was eating a German chocolate bar rubbing her belly and had a look of pure bliss on her face. I placed the gloves and slipped out with the delivery slip signed.
Date of Sighting: Not exact but I wrote the first draft back in mid January. I've gone "West" several times since. Call it January 15/2016. I wasn't planning to post any of these... grimier blog posts but several people praised my other one. I'll dig out the rest of these and post them as soon as possible.
I got into work, punched in and looked at the run sheet. The guy, I'll call him Ryan, was on the Southern route and I was on the western route. I have no objection to the western route other then it took longer to travel and I had to drive a big honking van rather then the smaller more agile compact delivery vans. However it was such a long ride that with the multiple deliveries I had in three different counties I was looking at an 10 hour day. Which was fine, because we do get to either take, or get paid for, an extra hour on break after 10 hours in addition to the regular 45 minutes of break time we get for an eight hour shift. I did my first few deliveries, mostly to terminally ill old people, nursing homes, and heavy smokers. As I left I noticed a 'new' one on the sheet. It was way out in the middle of nowhere on a run down farm. The van bounced up the ruts and I opened the side door. Behind the rear seats was mounted a self with plastic tubs. Each one had a paper bag in it with prescription meds in it. However this one had three paper bags stuffed into the box. I pulled out the delivery cart, dropped a pair of cases of bed pads on it, one of gloves, cathers and urine collection bags, two packs of oxygen tubing, a pair of small boxes with wound care supply bar codes, and something I hadn't noticed. A bariatric bath chair. I loaded it on and headed for the door. I took a steel wheelchair ramp to the top and rang the bell. It was answered by a guy a couple years older then me with a hassled look. I pulled the cart inside the small foyer and then around the corner into the living room. Through the door I say the glimpse of something that made me real glad my jacket was too long.
At a Glimpse:
Ethnicity: White
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 650+
Bodytype: Massive belly and thighs, no butt visible
Age: Late Twenties
Details:
I started unloading my cart and really wishing I could get in there to take a good look. Glancing around the living room it looked like many others I see. A walker, a TV, crumbs, towels on the couch, and the smell of stale urine, dried feces, although that was overpowered by some sort of food cooking in the kitchen and that sweaty grimy smell many obese have. In short it was like all the other houses where people are existing until the end of their life. The, I assume he was the husband was unpacking one of the cases of bedpads when I asked him "What do you want me to do with the prescriptions?"
"Is one of those her inhaler?"
I tore the bag open. "Yeah there's a couple."
"Take them in there" He pointed. "She didn't get her's this morning."
I walked in and was almost fainted. She was totally naked. Her massive legs lay on the bed swollen with fluid. The sheets, those I could see, were stained. Her belly was round, huge, and ridden with cellulite and her breasts were shapeless pancakes of flab. She had a short neck and it bulged flesh. Her double chin sagged and her face was fleshy with no bone structure visible. She had food stains around her mouth and her hair was greasy. The hand she'd taken her inhaler with was big and fat.
I handed her her inhaler. She took it, took a hit, and said "Thanks" in a sort of congested alto voice and dropped on the table next to her bed. I said she was welcome and returned. Turns out I had to haul the gloves in there too. She had her eyes closed. She was eating a German chocolate bar rubbing her belly and had a look of pure bliss on her face. I placed the gloves and slipped out with the delivery slip signed.
Tuesday, February 23, 2016
The Massive Saggy Butt
Back in November I had grabbed a few groceries and had paid the cashier, and headed for the door and my car. Outside someone had pulled a Chevy SUV into the fire lane to let someone in.
At a glimpse:
Ethnicity: African American
Height: 5'10"
Weight: ~400lbs
Bodytype: Extreme Pear
Age: ~25
Details:
I'd seen her in other places in the store. I had assumed she was disabled as well as fat because she had this blanket tucked in around her legs and waist while some male (Brother? Boyfriend?) pushed her around and mom and dad or something zigzaged around. The belly I could see above the blanket was plump and she had those large breasts many fatter African American women have but otherwise she was just a heavy set black woman in a wheelchair.
However when I exited the store she was just rising from the chair, like a hippo from a river, exposing her enormous behind that must really have been crushed into that wheelchair. It was a good three feet wide and hung down inside the black stretchy pants she was wearing. The pants probably weren't that tight but they were across her magnificent saggy ass. The right leg had been cut away exposing a giant lymphedema. There was a couple bandages visible and she she did a shuffle walk the four feet to the truck dragging her right leg. The older guy, who I think is her father broke down the wheelchair and the older woman folded the blanket. The other guy who'd been pushing her held her right arm. She put her left leg on the running board and lifted herself up putting her head inside. Her butt jiggled and wobbled while the younger guy put the right leg, obviously mostly useless, onto the running board. She crawled inside and pulled her right leg in. The door closed and they drove away. I headed for my zipcar.
At a glimpse:
Ethnicity: African American
Height: 5'10"
Weight: ~400lbs
Bodytype: Extreme Pear
Age: ~25
Details:
I'd seen her in other places in the store. I had assumed she was disabled as well as fat because she had this blanket tucked in around her legs and waist while some male (Brother? Boyfriend?) pushed her around and mom and dad or something zigzaged around. The belly I could see above the blanket was plump and she had those large breasts many fatter African American women have but otherwise she was just a heavy set black woman in a wheelchair.
However when I exited the store she was just rising from the chair, like a hippo from a river, exposing her enormous behind that must really have been crushed into that wheelchair. It was a good three feet wide and hung down inside the black stretchy pants she was wearing. The pants probably weren't that tight but they were across her magnificent saggy ass. The right leg had been cut away exposing a giant lymphedema. There was a couple bandages visible and she she did a shuffle walk the four feet to the truck dragging her right leg. The older guy, who I think is her father broke down the wheelchair and the older woman folded the blanket. The other guy who'd been pushing her held her right arm. She put her left leg on the running board and lifted herself up putting her head inside. Her butt jiggled and wobbled while the younger guy put the right leg, obviously mostly useless, onto the running board. She crawled inside and pulled her right leg in. The door closed and they drove away. I headed for my zipcar.
Monday, February 22, 2016
A Walk in the Woods (My Dating Life Series)
She picked me up and we drove to the nature center. I had no idea why she wanted to walk outdoors with me. After all she was basically an SSBBW. Nevertheless as she drove north into the suburbs it took me a while to get the courage up to ask. She grinned at me. "I just want to see if you can keep up with me." And then winked.
For those who have forgotten:
At a glimpse:
Ethnicity: Mixed Race
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 321lbs
Bodytype: Melting Pear
Age: 19
Details: I was more then willing to walk with her. My biggest problem with it was I couldn't ogle her backside while walking next to her. We arrived and parked. She slid out her side and I got out mine. She started waddling toward the trail and I followed watching her cheeks move inside the too tight yoga pants
I followed her close up the trail and when it widened out I pulled alongside. She was breathing heavily but still waddling as fast as her heavy, wide legs could carry her. "Where are we going?" I asked.
"We're going to the cliff that overlooks the lake." She grinned up at me. "It's very romantic."
I smiled back. We arrived and she sat on a bench forcing her backside backwards against the backrest. I sat next to her. It was a chilly winter day, in the 40s, not to bad for a February day in the Midwest. The cold wind shot off the lake carrying the sound of the crashing surf up with it. She scooted over to me her warm fat crushing against my leg. She lifted my arm and put it over her shoulder snuggling into my jacket. Which probably wasn't as comfortable as she thought it would be being rough and synthetic with pockets full of box cutters, nitrate gloves, pens, and other job essentials. But she still stayed their, her curly hair brushing against my face. We sat like this in silence, the softness of her shoulders palpable even through her jacket. Finally she said "I don't spread my legs just for anyone so if that's all your interested in I can drive you home."
I frowned and tried to look at her eyes, but all I could see was her hair, massive thighs, and a bit of her breasts. I sighed "I'm old fashioned. And you can believe it if you want but I'm still a virgin and intend to stay that way till the honeymoon."
"Really? Because the last three guys I dated, were all really nice but they just wanted an easy hookup. So I broke up with them and each time I kinda lost my self control and gained weight."
I was starting to panic a little bit. I'm a pretty shy guy when it comes to dealing with women I really like and her words had scared me a bit. So with her amazing thighs pressing into mine, her butt flowing into my hip, and feeling her heavy breathing through my arm I decided to take the plunge. If it went wrong I could throw myself off the cliff. It probably wouldn't kill me and the local Fire/Rescue would be pissed about it but it would be a nice romantic gesture. Anyway I took a deep breath and said. "Look. Being attracted to someone means more then their weight, their looks, or wanting to get laid. Our first day on the project together in class I fell in love with you right then. Just like I would've if you'd been anorexic or fifty pounds heavier. I don't care about your weight, or your looks, I care about you. I just want you to be happy in this little relationship we've got going."
There was a pause, probably while she digested it. For my part I wished the ground would open and swallow me up. She pulled away and I let my arm drop she looked at me. "You've read to many teen novels." She said and scooted toward the edge of the bench. I stood and she reached up a hand. I grabbed it and pulled her to her feet with a grunt.
We continued our walk through the forest continuing our little heart to heart. Half an hour later we returned to her car. She was out of breath and I was still a little deer-in-the-headlights and she was obviously in pain. As we approached she panted out, "You drive" and handed me the keys.
I took them, opened the driver's side door and sat on the crushed down seat. She collapsed in the seat next to me breathing heavily. As I started the engine I asked, "So where are we going?"
"Your apartment. My parents are home and there's no point annoying them."
"What are we doing?"
"I was thinking of ordering pizza or something and watching a couple movies. You've got Netflix?"
"Yes but I've also got Amazon prime."
"Great. This will be fun."
For those who have forgotten:
At a glimpse:
Ethnicity: Mixed Race
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 321lbs
Bodytype: Melting Pear
Age: 19
Details: I was more then willing to walk with her. My biggest problem with it was I couldn't ogle her backside while walking next to her. We arrived and parked. She slid out her side and I got out mine. She started waddling toward the trail and I followed watching her cheeks move inside the too tight yoga pants
I followed her close up the trail and when it widened out I pulled alongside. She was breathing heavily but still waddling as fast as her heavy, wide legs could carry her. "Where are we going?" I asked.
"We're going to the cliff that overlooks the lake." She grinned up at me. "It's very romantic."
I smiled back. We arrived and she sat on a bench forcing her backside backwards against the backrest. I sat next to her. It was a chilly winter day, in the 40s, not to bad for a February day in the Midwest. The cold wind shot off the lake carrying the sound of the crashing surf up with it. She scooted over to me her warm fat crushing against my leg. She lifted my arm and put it over her shoulder snuggling into my jacket. Which probably wasn't as comfortable as she thought it would be being rough and synthetic with pockets full of box cutters, nitrate gloves, pens, and other job essentials. But she still stayed their, her curly hair brushing against my face. We sat like this in silence, the softness of her shoulders palpable even through her jacket. Finally she said "I don't spread my legs just for anyone so if that's all your interested in I can drive you home."
I frowned and tried to look at her eyes, but all I could see was her hair, massive thighs, and a bit of her breasts. I sighed "I'm old fashioned. And you can believe it if you want but I'm still a virgin and intend to stay that way till the honeymoon."
"Really? Because the last three guys I dated, were all really nice but they just wanted an easy hookup. So I broke up with them and each time I kinda lost my self control and gained weight."
I was starting to panic a little bit. I'm a pretty shy guy when it comes to dealing with women I really like and her words had scared me a bit. So with her amazing thighs pressing into mine, her butt flowing into my hip, and feeling her heavy breathing through my arm I decided to take the plunge. If it went wrong I could throw myself off the cliff. It probably wouldn't kill me and the local Fire/Rescue would be pissed about it but it would be a nice romantic gesture. Anyway I took a deep breath and said. "Look. Being attracted to someone means more then their weight, their looks, or wanting to get laid. Our first day on the project together in class I fell in love with you right then. Just like I would've if you'd been anorexic or fifty pounds heavier. I don't care about your weight, or your looks, I care about you. I just want you to be happy in this little relationship we've got going."
There was a pause, probably while she digested it. For my part I wished the ground would open and swallow me up. She pulled away and I let my arm drop she looked at me. "You've read to many teen novels." She said and scooted toward the edge of the bench. I stood and she reached up a hand. I grabbed it and pulled her to her feet with a grunt.
We continued our walk through the forest continuing our little heart to heart. Half an hour later we returned to her car. She was out of breath and I was still a little deer-in-the-headlights and she was obviously in pain. As we approached she panted out, "You drive" and handed me the keys.
I took them, opened the driver's side door and sat on the crushed down seat. She collapsed in the seat next to me breathing heavily. As I started the engine I asked, "So where are we going?"
"Your apartment. My parents are home and there's no point annoying them."
"What are we doing?"
"I was thinking of ordering pizza or something and watching a couple movies. You've got Netflix?"
"Yes but I've also got Amazon prime."
"Great. This will be fun."
Sunday, February 21, 2016
Dying of Obesity
CAUTION GRAPHIC. LIKE VERY GRAPHIC. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED
I am a medical supply home delivery driver (Adult diapers, walkers, wheelchairs, Oxygen tanks, pills) and at one place, I saw a woman who was clearly loosing her battle with obesity.
At a glimpse:
Ethnicity: White
Height: 5'9"
Weight: ~650+ Pounds
Bodytype: Heavy Pear
Age: 35
Details:
I was at this apartment building run by a charity. It primarily served low income women but those with disabilities as well. On each level, right in front of the elevators was a common area that opened up onto a balcony where the low income women smoked their cigarettes and hung out with each other. The common area also had a public TV. As I exited the elevator the only person in the common room was a bony woman with leathery skin propped up in a wheelchair drooling onto a bib. As I turned the corner for this particular delivery the elevator opened behind me. I kept going, got my money, returned and immediately froze.
She was standing in front of the couch apparently getting ready to sit. She was wearing a too small and too tight homemade (Or handmade) grey dress covered in stains while her lymphodemic legs, pale with cellulite, stuck out underneath it. Her breasts sagged under the fabric and in front of her was a walker that she was leaning on. A black bag, an oxygen concentrator of some kind, with a clear plastic tube ran from the bag up her body and then to her nose. I started as she dropped the remaining foot onto the couch. The sound of the couch groaning and of fat slapping was amazing. She saw me and wheezed out, "Can you hand me the TV remote please? It's next to the TV." Neither one of us paid attention to the bony woman near the window.
I grabbed it and turned back. My legs, having given up on my brain's ability to function carried me forward and I probably was staring openly at her. She wasn't paying me any attention. She had produced an iPhone from somewhere and was typing something. Her belly, pale, discolored, and covered in stretch marks some old some recent, had forced it's way out under the dress. I advanced on her taking in more subtle details. Her face floated in fat and her double chin wobbled as she wheezed through her mouth. Her hair was greasy and she was sweating.
As I got within four feet of her the smell of old sweat, garlic, urine, fecal matter, and just general lack of hygiene almost knocked me over. I could also see the walker and on the side facing her was a cupholder with a big water bottle in it and behind the oxygen concentrator was a small plastic basket with a huge pill reminder, about a half dozen pill bottles, and a couple inhalers. Also hanging from the walker was a cloth bag with a giant doritos bag in it. The hand she reached up for the remote was flabby and her arm fat drooped. Sweat glistened on her face as she fought to breath. I gave her the remote, she wheezed a thank you, and I left. Her smell seemed to follow me all the way out to the truck.
I am a medical supply home delivery driver (Adult diapers, walkers, wheelchairs, Oxygen tanks, pills) and at one place, I saw a woman who was clearly loosing her battle with obesity.
At a glimpse:
Ethnicity: White
Height: 5'9"
Weight: ~650+ Pounds
Bodytype: Heavy Pear
Age: 35
Details:
I was at this apartment building run by a charity. It primarily served low income women but those with disabilities as well. On each level, right in front of the elevators was a common area that opened up onto a balcony where the low income women smoked their cigarettes and hung out with each other. The common area also had a public TV. As I exited the elevator the only person in the common room was a bony woman with leathery skin propped up in a wheelchair drooling onto a bib. As I turned the corner for this particular delivery the elevator opened behind me. I kept going, got my money, returned and immediately froze.
She was standing in front of the couch apparently getting ready to sit. She was wearing a too small and too tight homemade (Or handmade) grey dress covered in stains while her lymphodemic legs, pale with cellulite, stuck out underneath it. Her breasts sagged under the fabric and in front of her was a walker that she was leaning on. A black bag, an oxygen concentrator of some kind, with a clear plastic tube ran from the bag up her body and then to her nose. I started as she dropped the remaining foot onto the couch. The sound of the couch groaning and of fat slapping was amazing. She saw me and wheezed out, "Can you hand me the TV remote please? It's next to the TV." Neither one of us paid attention to the bony woman near the window.
I grabbed it and turned back. My legs, having given up on my brain's ability to function carried me forward and I probably was staring openly at her. She wasn't paying me any attention. She had produced an iPhone from somewhere and was typing something. Her belly, pale, discolored, and covered in stretch marks some old some recent, had forced it's way out under the dress. I advanced on her taking in more subtle details. Her face floated in fat and her double chin wobbled as she wheezed through her mouth. Her hair was greasy and she was sweating.
As I got within four feet of her the smell of old sweat, garlic, urine, fecal matter, and just general lack of hygiene almost knocked me over. I could also see the walker and on the side facing her was a cupholder with a big water bottle in it and behind the oxygen concentrator was a small plastic basket with a huge pill reminder, about a half dozen pill bottles, and a couple inhalers. Also hanging from the walker was a cloth bag with a giant doritos bag in it. The hand she reached up for the remote was flabby and her arm fat drooped. Sweat glistened on her face as she fought to breath. I gave her the remote, she wheezed a thank you, and I left. Her smell seemed to follow me all the way out to the truck.
Saturday, February 20, 2016
Movie Night (My Dating Life Series)
Part of the ongoing events around this: https://www.reddit.com/r/BBWTalk/new/
I got off the bus at the movie theater almost an hour early. I headed inside for the food court where we were supposed to meet.
For those who have forgotten:
At a glimpse:
Ethnicity: Mixed Race
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 321lbs
Bodytype: Melting Pear
Age: 19
She was sitting in the food court at an isolated table with remains of a chinese takeout meal in front of her. Her belly drooped down between her legs through her yoga pants and her butt looked like it was trying to envelop the chair. She glanced up at me. "You're early."
"It's a quiet day on the bus apparently."
"You took the bus?" She seemed astonished. "I never take the bus. I'll drive you home how about that?"
"That'd be great."
She invited me to sit. She slurped at her soda and then said "So I haven't actually seen Star Wars yet. Have you?"
I had and told her she'd love it. She consumed her soda. We had about twenty minutes left before the movie began. We went to the theater. We got two tickets, the free popcorn, she got a giant soda, I got a medium, and she insisted on getting two servings of chicken wings even though I don't really like chicken wings. "I love em." She said. "And these people are great with them. If you don't like em I'll eat em."
She disappeared into the bathroom and I stood guard over our stuff. We switched as soon as she came out. She'd been in a real long time. We piled up the stairs six rows and she gestured me in first. It was one of those modern theaters with tall couch like seats. We sat and then the center armrest went up and she over flowed onto me. I didn't really pay attention to the movie but about halfway through she snuggled up to me. At the big dramatic point she grabbed my arm. We cuddled down, I didn't even now really why. She smelled faintly of soap, sweat, and of course chicken wings. I let my gaze drift down over her soft breasts, the cascade of her gut, and her fat meaty thighs as I listened to her heavy breathing. The movie was pretty good, even a second time, and at one point, {SPOILERS} when Han Solo is being chased through his ship by a rolling monster {END SPOILERS} she whispered "Indiana Jones" to me.
We watched the credits, looking up some of the companies and whatnot and then we took our pile of garbage and headed down. She dove into the bathrooms again leaving me standing. She was about ten minutes again and then returned. We slowly walked back, she was sticking her belly out slightly, and waddling more noticeably. We got in the elevator and headed for the parking garage. She was out of breath by the time we got to her car. She caught her breath in the driver's seat, pushed all the way back with the seat partially reclined. She caught her breath. There was a small garbage can behind my seat with the remains of a McDonalds in it. The car smelled of fast food, sweat, that weird unique obese smell, stale cigarette smoke, and slightly of flatulence. She reached into the map pouch next to her and pulled out a bottle of Ibuprofen and swallowed a couple with the help of a bottle of water. Then she started the car. The radio, a modern top 40 station started blaring Justin Beiber and she turned it down backing the car out.
We talked more about the movie including predictions for the sequel and how great it was compared to the prequels. She pointed out the first spoken words in the movie were "Now this will start to make things right." About halfway to my house she pulled a pack of cigarettes out of the map pocket and lit one off the cigarette lighter. She turned to me "I'm a chronic overeater and smoking helps kill hunger urges so I only eat the three meals a day I'm supposed to. But snacks once in a while never hurt anything."
I admit that was pretty damn sexy of her to be in either, A) such denial, or B) testing me like this. Either way I said "It's your car. Besides you don't need to worry about your weight at age 19. No one does."
She dropped me off and I let myself in. The first thing I did was enter our next date, a walk at a nature preserve, into my phone.
I got off the bus at the movie theater almost an hour early. I headed inside for the food court where we were supposed to meet.
For those who have forgotten:
At a glimpse:
Ethnicity: Mixed Race
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 321lbs
Bodytype: Melting Pear
Age: 19
She was sitting in the food court at an isolated table with remains of a chinese takeout meal in front of her. Her belly drooped down between her legs through her yoga pants and her butt looked like it was trying to envelop the chair. She glanced up at me. "You're early."
"It's a quiet day on the bus apparently."
"You took the bus?" She seemed astonished. "I never take the bus. I'll drive you home how about that?"
"That'd be great."
She invited me to sit. She slurped at her soda and then said "So I haven't actually seen Star Wars yet. Have you?"
I had and told her she'd love it. She consumed her soda. We had about twenty minutes left before the movie began. We went to the theater. We got two tickets, the free popcorn, she got a giant soda, I got a medium, and she insisted on getting two servings of chicken wings even though I don't really like chicken wings. "I love em." She said. "And these people are great with them. If you don't like em I'll eat em."
She disappeared into the bathroom and I stood guard over our stuff. We switched as soon as she came out. She'd been in a real long time. We piled up the stairs six rows and she gestured me in first. It was one of those modern theaters with tall couch like seats. We sat and then the center armrest went up and she over flowed onto me. I didn't really pay attention to the movie but about halfway through she snuggled up to me. At the big dramatic point she grabbed my arm. We cuddled down, I didn't even now really why. She smelled faintly of soap, sweat, and of course chicken wings. I let my gaze drift down over her soft breasts, the cascade of her gut, and her fat meaty thighs as I listened to her heavy breathing. The movie was pretty good, even a second time, and at one point, {SPOILERS} when Han Solo is being chased through his ship by a rolling monster {END SPOILERS} she whispered "Indiana Jones" to me.
We watched the credits, looking up some of the companies and whatnot and then we took our pile of garbage and headed down. She dove into the bathrooms again leaving me standing. She was about ten minutes again and then returned. We slowly walked back, she was sticking her belly out slightly, and waddling more noticeably. We got in the elevator and headed for the parking garage. She was out of breath by the time we got to her car. She caught her breath in the driver's seat, pushed all the way back with the seat partially reclined. She caught her breath. There was a small garbage can behind my seat with the remains of a McDonalds in it. The car smelled of fast food, sweat, that weird unique obese smell, stale cigarette smoke, and slightly of flatulence. She reached into the map pouch next to her and pulled out a bottle of Ibuprofen and swallowed a couple with the help of a bottle of water. Then she started the car. The radio, a modern top 40 station started blaring Justin Beiber and she turned it down backing the car out.
We talked more about the movie including predictions for the sequel and how great it was compared to the prequels. She pointed out the first spoken words in the movie were "Now this will start to make things right." About halfway to my house she pulled a pack of cigarettes out of the map pocket and lit one off the cigarette lighter. She turned to me "I'm a chronic overeater and smoking helps kill hunger urges so I only eat the three meals a day I'm supposed to. But snacks once in a while never hurt anything."
I admit that was pretty damn sexy of her to be in either, A) such denial, or B) testing me like this. Either way I said "It's your car. Besides you don't need to worry about your weight at age 19. No one does."
She dropped me off and I let myself in. The first thing I did was enter our next date, a walk at a nature preserve, into my phone.
Thursday, February 18, 2016
Out for Coffee (My Dating Life Series)
In case you've forgotten I asked for help (https://www.reddit.com/r/BBWTalk/comments/41xy5h/i_want_to_ask_a_bbw_out_and_need_help/) from these people. I owe this to them.
At a glimpse:
Ethnicity: Mixed Race
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 321lbs
Bodytype: Melting Pear
Age: 19
Details:
We were talking after class. Between this project and other matters we'd gotten to know each other rather well. It was the first monday in February when I finally mustered up the courage I needed to ask her to walk a few blocks over and grab some coffee at Starbucks. She said yes. We walked the few blocks over through the lovely local winter weather and we made it. She got the largest size (Whatever starbucks size that is) of Hot Chocolate. I had a medium of the same. Honestly the conversation, which we had in these uncomfortable IKEA chairs consisted almost exclusively of chitchat. We talked about politics, classmates, and the teacher. The only thing that you'd be interested in is the way her flesh rode up against the sides of the chair.
We left and headed back through the wind. We had hit on a subject we were both debating about that related to our project. She invited me to follow her through the parking garage to her car. We walked in and the first thing we saw was a big "Out of Order" sign on the elevator. Her car was up on the third floor and it was great trailing behind her listening to her heavy breathing and watching her fat butt and she fought gravity.
Her car was a 2005 Hyundai Santa Fe and she was gone soon after leaving me with her phone number and we'd made plans to meet at a local theater to watch a movie we'd both expressed an interest in. The movie part, and theater, were both her idea. I'd never been to this place before but she said it's the best place to watch a movie.
The movie date thing has happened already but I'll post that later.
At a glimpse:
Ethnicity: Mixed Race
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 321lbs
Bodytype: Melting Pear
Age: 19
Details:
We were talking after class. Between this project and other matters we'd gotten to know each other rather well. It was the first monday in February when I finally mustered up the courage I needed to ask her to walk a few blocks over and grab some coffee at Starbucks. She said yes. We walked the few blocks over through the lovely local winter weather and we made it. She got the largest size (Whatever starbucks size that is) of Hot Chocolate. I had a medium of the same. Honestly the conversation, which we had in these uncomfortable IKEA chairs consisted almost exclusively of chitchat. We talked about politics, classmates, and the teacher. The only thing that you'd be interested in is the way her flesh rode up against the sides of the chair.
We left and headed back through the wind. We had hit on a subject we were both debating about that related to our project. She invited me to follow her through the parking garage to her car. We walked in and the first thing we saw was a big "Out of Order" sign on the elevator. Her car was up on the third floor and it was great trailing behind her listening to her heavy breathing and watching her fat butt and she fought gravity.
Her car was a 2005 Hyundai Santa Fe and she was gone soon after leaving me with her phone number and we'd made plans to meet at a local theater to watch a movie we'd both expressed an interest in. The movie part, and theater, were both her idea. I'd never been to this place before but she said it's the best place to watch a movie.
The movie date thing has happened already but I'll post that later.
Wednesday, January 20, 2016
Class today (My Dating Life Series)
There is a very large girl in my class. She's nothing special for a fat girl. Her butt is large but droopy, her belly and breasts sag and her double chin bounces when she talks and laughs. She's got magnificent thighs though.
At a glimpse:
Ethnicity: Mixed Race
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 321lbs
Bodytype: Melting Pear
Age: 19
Details:
We're all seated in our very modern classroom featuring a weird swivel desk combos that this girl could barely fit into. There were also some modern looking IKEA sofas and chairs in a couple squares. We finished the power point and were split into groups. I wound up with her in my group.
I was sitting on the corner of the couch when she plopped down next to me. Her butt and thighs rubbed into my thigh (I was wearing shorts having a class that involved wearing coveralls that afternoon) and I felt the warmth, texture, and a strange viscous quality, like thick pudding, rub into my leg through her yoga pants. I froze for just a moment and turn to greet her. She says "Hi. Don't worry about me by the way I just spread out everywhere." And she nudged me in the ribs with her elbow.
Needless to say the rest of the class was spent with her fat pressed firmly against my thigh. Every time she moved I felt waves of fat crash into my thigh. It was a battle for the next hour to prevent an erection and maintain my cool. Finally when class was over I stood and she slid forward, reached up a hand and said "Would you?" Her hand was warm, pudgy, but dry, with quite the grip. She pulled herself up as I locked my body in place. She took a couple waddles and thanked me. She turned her back to me and gave me a great view of her butt.
As she turned around I said in as casual a voice as I could "Wanna get lunch? I'll buy."
I do regret those words. It cost me thirty dollars to feed both of us. According to her she was eating a light lunch. Pizza, two hamburgers, fries, two bags of chips, two cups of pudding, one extremely large soda. She did offer to pay me back but I refused. We had quite the chat. She told me things about her including her mother was very fat, so was her little sister, she wanted to replace her honda CRV with something roomier etc. I told her about me. At one point during the conversation she said "I probably shouldn't eat all this but I hate having an empty stomach. I should loose weight or I'll get all mom's problems. But whatever. I lost weight once I can loose it again."
"Good for you." I replied. Because that's what we're supposed to say.
"Good for me nuts. I actually don't mind my body I love me for me."
I jumped off the deep end. "You look fine to me."
She smiled. "Watch it buddy or I'll be sitting next to you all the time. Do you know that Chris" (Guy in class, bit of an asshole) "asked me to move over because I was taking up too much room?"
I did know this but then she paused. She attacked the remaining burger and consumed it in under a minute. She belched said "Excuse me" and continued. "But you only say these things to be polite." She looked at her watch and then the debris strewn tray in front of her. "I've got to run. I've got a class." She set off at a waddle that was about as fast as my normal walking speed.
At a glimpse:
Ethnicity: Mixed Race
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 321lbs
Bodytype: Melting Pear
Age: 19
Details:
We're all seated in our very modern classroom featuring a weird swivel desk combos that this girl could barely fit into. There were also some modern looking IKEA sofas and chairs in a couple squares. We finished the power point and were split into groups. I wound up with her in my group.
I was sitting on the corner of the couch when she plopped down next to me. Her butt and thighs rubbed into my thigh (I was wearing shorts having a class that involved wearing coveralls that afternoon) and I felt the warmth, texture, and a strange viscous quality, like thick pudding, rub into my leg through her yoga pants. I froze for just a moment and turn to greet her. She says "Hi. Don't worry about me by the way I just spread out everywhere." And she nudged me in the ribs with her elbow.
Needless to say the rest of the class was spent with her fat pressed firmly against my thigh. Every time she moved I felt waves of fat crash into my thigh. It was a battle for the next hour to prevent an erection and maintain my cool. Finally when class was over I stood and she slid forward, reached up a hand and said "Would you?" Her hand was warm, pudgy, but dry, with quite the grip. She pulled herself up as I locked my body in place. She took a couple waddles and thanked me. She turned her back to me and gave me a great view of her butt.
As she turned around I said in as casual a voice as I could "Wanna get lunch? I'll buy."
I do regret those words. It cost me thirty dollars to feed both of us. According to her she was eating a light lunch. Pizza, two hamburgers, fries, two bags of chips, two cups of pudding, one extremely large soda. She did offer to pay me back but I refused. We had quite the chat. She told me things about her including her mother was very fat, so was her little sister, she wanted to replace her honda CRV with something roomier etc. I told her about me. At one point during the conversation she said "I probably shouldn't eat all this but I hate having an empty stomach. I should loose weight or I'll get all mom's problems. But whatever. I lost weight once I can loose it again."
"Good for you." I replied. Because that's what we're supposed to say.
"Good for me nuts. I actually don't mind my body I love me for me."
I jumped off the deep end. "You look fine to me."
She smiled. "Watch it buddy or I'll be sitting next to you all the time. Do you know that Chris" (Guy in class, bit of an asshole) "asked me to move over because I was taking up too much room?"
I did know this but then she paused. She attacked the remaining burger and consumed it in under a minute. She belched said "Excuse me" and continued. "But you only say these things to be polite." She looked at her watch and then the debris strewn tray in front of her. "I've got to run. I've got a class." She set off at a waddle that was about as fast as my normal walking speed.
Tuesday, January 19, 2016
Fatter then the next
At school today I was sitting on a bench. At my little rural community college the cafeteria is on the ground floor and the classrooms are on the floor above. I was completing an assignment and looked up as the first of one of the most impressive sightings ever appeared.
All four were sterotypical inner city black women. By that I mean (No offense intended) all but one was tall, three were loud, but all were overweight to the point of extreme obesity. But these were very overweight.
At a glimpse:
Number One
Ethnicity: African American
Height: 5'11"
Weight: ~250lbs
Bodytype: Apple
Age: 22
Number Two
Ethnicity: African American
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 300+lbs
Bodytype: Pear
Age: 25
Number Three
Ethnicity: African American
Height: 5'10"
Weight: At least 350lbs probably more
Bodytype: Pear
Age: 24-26
Number Four:
Ethnicity: African American
Height: 6'0"
Weight: Upper 400s
Bodytype: Extreme Apple
Age: Difficult to determine
Details:
I heard the voices and number one pranced out. She was laughing and yelling back at number two rapidly. Her breasts and butt were pronounced with a small belly. Then number two, the short one waddled out. Her breasts were pronounced but sagging, but her butt, inside a pair of yoga pants or leggings, sagged down. It was sort of like two parallel squares of fat that had been slapped onto her behind. Cellulite was visible through the tightness of the cloth. She was laughing as well. Number three came out, she had small breasts and she looked like she was melting into her too tight yoga pants. She also had an immense pannus that hung almost to her knees. She leaned back as she walked.
But Number 4 took my breath away. When she appeared she was leaning heavily on a cane. She looked like she was stuff to bursting with body fat. Her legs were forced apart by her massive thighs, her belly sagged over her tight jeans. Her breasts were held up by what must be an extremely potent bra and they jiggled massively. They got to the elevator only to have a security guard tell them it was out of order. In a low breathless voice number four muttered "motherf*cker"
Number One bounced (Literally and metaphorically) to the stairs. Number three said "I'm to tired for this shit!" Number two grabbed the banister with one hand and started up her butt swaying hypnotically. Number Three dragged herself up slowly, her belly obviously weighing (pun intended) her down. Number four took a deep breath and heaved herself upstairs with one hand on the railing and the other on her cane.
Once they got to the top they vanished outside. I would have followed them but it was very cold and I wasn't properly dressed.
All four were sterotypical inner city black women. By that I mean (No offense intended) all but one was tall, three were loud, but all were overweight to the point of extreme obesity. But these were very overweight.
At a glimpse:
Number One
Ethnicity: African American
Height: 5'11"
Weight: ~250lbs
Bodytype: Apple
Age: 22
Number Two
Ethnicity: African American
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 300+lbs
Bodytype: Pear
Age: 25
Number Three
Ethnicity: African American
Height: 5'10"
Weight: At least 350lbs probably more
Bodytype: Pear
Age: 24-26
Number Four:
Ethnicity: African American
Height: 6'0"
Weight: Upper 400s
Bodytype: Extreme Apple
Age: Difficult to determine
Details:
I heard the voices and number one pranced out. She was laughing and yelling back at number two rapidly. Her breasts and butt were pronounced with a small belly. Then number two, the short one waddled out. Her breasts were pronounced but sagging, but her butt, inside a pair of yoga pants or leggings, sagged down. It was sort of like two parallel squares of fat that had been slapped onto her behind. Cellulite was visible through the tightness of the cloth. She was laughing as well. Number three came out, she had small breasts and she looked like she was melting into her too tight yoga pants. She also had an immense pannus that hung almost to her knees. She leaned back as she walked.
But Number 4 took my breath away. When she appeared she was leaning heavily on a cane. She looked like she was stuff to bursting with body fat. Her legs were forced apart by her massive thighs, her belly sagged over her tight jeans. Her breasts were held up by what must be an extremely potent bra and they jiggled massively. They got to the elevator only to have a security guard tell them it was out of order. In a low breathless voice number four muttered "motherf*cker"
Number One bounced (Literally and metaphorically) to the stairs. Number three said "I'm to tired for this shit!" Number two grabbed the banister with one hand and started up her butt swaying hypnotically. Number Three dragged herself up slowly, her belly obviously weighing (pun intended) her down. Number four took a deep breath and heaved herself upstairs with one hand on the railing and the other on her cane.
Once they got to the top they vanished outside. I would have followed them but it was very cold and I wasn't properly dressed.
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