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.
Sunday, February 28, 2016
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.
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