BBW "Taking the Plunge" by Happily_Married ~BBW

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  1. Oct 4, 2014 #1

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    Taking the Plunge​

    ~BBW​


    Background: There was once a time in my life where I tried to suppress my attraction to BBWs/SSBBWs, or even smaller, chubby girls. I had been aware of such attractions for a long time, but for many years was too image-minded to surrender to these. This story is a semi-true (mostly true with a few embellishments) account of the days leading up to and the immediate results of my first attempt to approach a BBW.

    I like to write/post in small installments. I hope you'll tune in!

    Also, this story is more about thought processes than anything else. As such it is mostly vanilla. But there will definitely be a "climax" too! ;)



    Day 1: "Her"

    The morning crowd at the University Memorial Center was beginning to thin out. Despite this the room was still too noisy to focus. I closed the cover of On War and leaned back in my chair.

    “You ready?” Dan asked me staring down at the book.

    My gaze moved from the ceiling to my colleague who sat across the table from me. “Fuck no. The problem with Clausewitz is he is too damn wordy. You have to read every sleep-inducing sentence three times to even get a clue what the hell he is saying. How many words does it take to say, ‘All warfare is based on deception?’”

    “That’s Sun Tzu, Steve.” Rich said without looking up from his copy of the Boulder Daily Camera.

    I stared at Rich blankly. “What the fuck ever.” I said with a dismissive laugh. “Anyway I don’t know why we even read Clausewitz. What makes him so special? He wasn’t even a combatant commander.”

    Rich put down his paper and considered my point. As he did I looked past him and noticed her.

    Wow, that is one massive girl.

    She was about 5’8” and probably at least 380 pounds. Her jeans wrapped around two massive thighs, which transitioned upward and outward into a large butt; large even for a girl her size. Her belly shape was round and curved nicely outward, tapering beneath her massive breasts. A V-neck sweater revealed several inches of cleavage, and even at the slow pace at which she walked her breasts gave a noticeable jiggle.

    I continued my split second inspection of her upward, above her breasts and to her face. She was scanning the room for an empty table. She bit her lip as she realized she would have to share. I took in her face in a moment. She was just north of plain, perhaps even pretty. But on the university campus there were so many beautiful girls the only thing that made this was stand out was her weight.

    Yeah, but I’m sure she has a great personality.

    “It’s probably because Clausewitz’s writings were the most concise and consolidated.” Rich answered my question. I had already abandoned that conversation and was focused on “Her.” Rich folded his paper and said to Dan, “We need to roll.”

    “I don’t think anyone should ever accuse Clausewitz of being concise.” Dan said as he stood.

    “Yeah, probably not.” Rich agreed. He patted my shoulder. “Steve-O! We’re out. We’ll see you this afternoon.”

    I waved passively as they made their way out of the dining area. I hadn’t taken my eyes off of her, and she was just now setting her tray down at a table where one very fit girl in yoga pants scanned her phone.

    I watched “Her” as she politely asked to share a table, and watched “Yoga Pants” look up and reluctantly agree. They were one table away. She put her tray of pancakes on the table and slid her backpack down her shoulder and onto the floor. Yoga Pants stared at the new arrival’s tray, then did a split second scan of her new companion as she slid into her seat.

    “Are you sure you need to eat all that?” Yoga Pants asked. I smirked in amusement at the question.

    “This is what I eat every morning.”

    “I can tell.” Yoga Pants said in disgust. She made eye contact with me over “Her” shoulder and conveyed to me a look of complete and utter contempt. I smirked again.

    Yoga Pants exhaled heavily in visible disapproval and stood up, collected her bag and made her way away from the table. My anonymous query, whose back was to me, watched her leave then shook her head. Then she pulled a book from her backpack and simultaneously flipped to a page while beginning her meal.

    Yoga Pants is right. That fatass doesn’t need to be eating that much food every morning.

    I purposefully tried to think mean thoughts. I forced my mind to focus on what not to like about this girl, whose name I didn’t even know. It didn’t matter that I didn’t know a thing about this girl. How smart she may be (was that a calculus book she was studying?) was completely irrelevant. That she was a person with feelings was even more irrelevant. She was a fatass who looked to be on the brink of devouring a tray of food that could have fed Yoga Pants and four clones of her. And THAT was the only salient point.

    I needed to get out of there. I stood and collected my bag and made my way toward the door. I paused and gave one last look over my shoulder, just in time to watch her take a large bite of pancakes.

    Sucks to be those pancakes.

    A sophomoric thought if ever one existed. If pancakes were self aware, would they prefer to be eaten by someone like “Yoga Pants” instead of “Her?”

    I would if I were a pancake.

    I had no good reason for thinking what I thought. And for a brief moment, I was a little ashamed of myself. I was no better than Claire at that point: being mean for the sake of being mean. I thought I was better than that at this point.

    But worse than my thoughts was the genesis behind them. At least to this image conscious, fit and athletic 24 year-old. And that was something sooner or later I would have to face head on. Because the truth was my thoughts were a defense mechanism.

    The truth was I thought she was beautiful.
     
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  2. Oct 6, 2014 #2

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  3. Oct 7, 2014 #3

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    I am also looking forward to the next installment.
     
  4. Oct 7, 2014 #4

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    Great set-up to the story, and I really like the 'voice' and the honesty :)

    I applied something like our standard formatting (I always get something messed up, sigh), and moved it to the new additions board, where it will be more visible. Things don't go to the archives until they've been done for a few months.
     
  5. Oct 12, 2014 #5

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    “Why Can’t I Just Be Normal”

    Fall afternoons in Colorado can be frigid, blazing hot, or anywhere in between. Today the weather was pristine. At the trailhead in Boulder’s Chautauqua Park I buried my face in my hands and massaged my own face and scalp. A slight breeze ushered a vein of cool air my way on an otherwise seasonable day. In a merciful development, my afternoon class in which I was to deliver a lecture on Clausewitz had been cancelled, which freed me up to go on a long trail run and clear my mind.

    And my mind needed clearing. All morning I thought about “Her” throughout my classes. I argued with myself; relieved I had not approached her, disappointed in myself to have passed an opportunity to meet someone new. I wondered why she made such an impression on me. It is not like I did not see beautiful girls every single day on that campus. And a lot of them were especially flirty, so a reasonably good-looking guy like me should be able to do just fine. I didn’t want to be interested in a fat girl. I didn’t need to be interested in a fat girl. I could do much better than that.

    But did I want to? Did I really, really want to?

    When I split up with Claire I pledged I would not date someone who remotely reminded me of her. Claire was toxic. She was universally hot, and drew a lot of stares from other guys, and some girls even. But she was vain, materialistic, and even abusive. I made up my mind not to date that kind of person again. But did that mean I had to date a complete fatass like the girl I saw that morning?

    “Somewhere there has got to be a happy medium.” I said to myself but aloud. A man walking his dog glanced at me as he passed.

    “There is.” He said, though he certainly had no way of knowing what was on my mind.

    “Thanks for the words of encouragement.” I muttered. No more delaying the inevitable. Today’s run would be a round trip of 12 miles and it was over rugged trails, abrupt changes in terrain and elevation, and if I didn’t start now it would be just me and the bears out there before I finished.

    I began a slow trot and slowly built into my up-hill pace. I continued to think about “Her.” Just as I had through all my morning classes, a lunch break and study session with some classmates, and an afternoon class. I tried to isolate the reason I dwelt on her as opposed to the literally hundreds, maybe thousands of other girls I see on a daily basis.

    Inevitably my mind next carried me to why I objected to a potential relationship with this girl.

    “What would that even mean? Would I have to have sex with her?” I asked myself. My mind conjured up its best image of “Her” it could and made a few edits. (Read: I mentally undressed her.) You can think I’m a bad guy for that. Maybe I am. But it’s not like I do this with every girl I see. It’s only when I feel some spark or intense attraction. Or when I believe there is relationship potential. Presumably we all want to be sexually attracted to our partners, right?

    So there I was, trying to picture “Her” naked. I added a naked version of myself to the image. She laid on her back and I mounted her. No…She pushes me onto the bed and mounts me. Big girls like to be on top too, right?

    I found myself growing aroused at the image. Just as I had all damn day. I was supposed to be laughably appalled by the thought of getting ridden by a girl who easily weighed as much as two of me with change to spare. Instead I let the image play out. Me, lying on my back. She crawls into position over me. She takes my penis in her hand and shifts her weight, preparing to ease down onto me and in doing so, ease me into her.

    “Oh, no.” I think to myself. “She’s really going to do it. This is really going to happen to me. I am about to get ridden by a fat chick. I don’t want to get ridden by a fat chick. Not her.”

    But I don’t say “no.” I have a right to say “no” and I choose not to. And she eases down, taking me into her and letting her weight settle onto me…

    I shook my head and picked up my pace. I’m out here to run, not get myself all worked up over a fat chick I’ll hopefully not see again. Ahead of me were two girls walking up the hill. Even from this distance I could tell they are both in fantastic shape, and flaunting it. Skintight yoga pants, tank tops ridiculously small. One wears a visor with her hair drawn in a ponytail. I really do love that hot-sporty look. Both had amazingly shaped asses. I stare as I close the distance. This should help me set my mind straight.

    As I got closer I enjoyed the view more and more. I even slowed down so as to prolong it. Eventually I grew close enough they could hear me approaching. The both turned and smiled at me and I gave a casual wave as I passed.

    They were both pretty damn hot. They were both the kind of girl I was supposed to be interested in. But ever since I saw “Her” this morning, girls like the two I had just passed simply were not appealing to me. I tried to disprove this notion by creating another image in my mind. Me. Them. We are all naked and rubbing all over each other. One shakes her shapely little butt around and begins to grind on me while I make out with the other. Then they both drop to their knees and begin to worship my erect cock.

    “That’s more like it.” Says I. But then I see “Her.” She’s also naked and coming toward me. She has a lusty look in her eyes. She owns me and she knows it. I back away from the two girls and stumble backwards onto the bed. They both look at me confused, then amused as I am mounted by “Her.”

    “Good luck. Hope you don’t get eaten for a snack.” One of them says as my penis disappears into “Her.” And she begins to rock gently, rhythmically, lovingly…

    I had to shake the image out of my mind once again. I was sporting an awkward boner while trying to run. If you don’t think that sounds bad, try it sometime and get back to me. Worse yet, I considered where my image had taken me. I believed my mind went where it wanted to go. And I hated where it took me.

    I groaned in dismay. I couldn’t possibly want to be with that fat girl, right? That isn’t normal. Normal guys want girls like the two I just passed. Normal guys don’t want fat girls. And yet, the more I thought about the more I was starting to realize…

    I groaned again as the reality began to really sink in.

    “Why can’t I just be normal?”
     
  6. Oct 12, 2014 #6

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    Ready for part 3!! LOL
    It sucks how society has us beat ourselves up over something that should be so simple as the type of people we are attracted to... it really "grinds my gears" as they say!
     
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    I agree completely. I think you have picked up on what this story is really about, too. A young version of myself grappling with what he knows he wants as opposed to what society expects of him. I don't try to make myself out to be better then than I really was. The "Her" in this story is a real person (whose name will be changed upon its revelation) and I tried my best to find a reason not to like. Shameful I know, but I've come a long way since then.
     
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    :D There is one good thing about growing up... we mature and get little smarter with age! : )
     
  9. Oct 13, 2014 #9

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    Very realistic and honest take, as not every FA comes out of hiding when the attractions first occurred.
     
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  11. Oct 16, 2014 #11

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  12. Oct 17, 2014 #12

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    Chapter Notes: I do not consider myself a feeder, but I've certainly succumbed to the irresistible power and seduction of a woman who makes a sensual display of eating.

    I appreciate the positive feedback so far and even welcome hard critiques of this story. If you have anything to say, don't hold back! Thank you everyone for reading!


    Day 2: "Food Flirt"


    It was an awkward and uneasy feeling when I left my apartment that morning. Abby was still asleep in my bed. She knew I’d be gone when she woke up. I left her a spare key, told her lock up, then toss the key onto my patio on her way around to her car. It wasn’t the first time I left someone relatively unknown in my apartment. Hell, there had been times I’d walk in and people I didn’t even know would be there. There were so many keys to my place in print I wasn’t sure why I even bothered to lock the door any more.

    It was a cool morning and a bit moist as I trudged across the campus. A pile of leaves littered the grass near the sidewalk and instead of walking on the sidewalk I walked in the grass, dragging my feet and kicking at the leaves as I went.

    I thought about Abby. She didn’t seem to notice my heart wasn’t into it. At least I hoped not. What happened last night was the result of careful cultivation of her emotions to the point she was ready to…well, fuck like animals. Only when it came time to do so, I found myself struggling to perform.

    My head echoed a mild hangover from the bourbon and lack of sleep. I needed a coffee. Preferably with a dose of Bailey’s liquor in it, but that would be next to impossible to find at this hour, so I’d have to settle for black. I made my way into the University Memorial Center and ordered an Americano at Pete’s Coffee.

    Hot beverage in hand I dragged myself over to a table in the corner of the room. Abby was still on my mind. And despite my best efforts to woo her, and her best efforts to make last night as wild and crazy as was humanly possible, I simply found I couldn’t get into her once the action started. It was a bit embarrassing, but again, I was confident Abby didn’t notice. Because I saved myself and played it off perfectly. Because when it got right down to it, despite being balls deep inside Abby, I found myself thinking of…

    “Her.”

    She entered the room with the same breakfast she’d had the other day and took a seat at a table near mine, facing me.

    “No way.” I said to myself. I fumbled for my reading materials and tried to bury myself in reviewing for a quiz in my “Elections and Campaigns” class.

    “Qunnipiac methodology is sound because the data for their polls features samples reflective of elections on the district level…” I glanced up. She was fishing a book out of her bag.

    “All politics is local. All campaigns are local.” I reminded myself. “Being President isn’t about winning the most votes, it’s about winning the most votes in the right combination of districts in the right combination of states…” Another glance at her as she shuffled through her pages with one hand while holding her fork in the other.

    I took a sip of coffee and as I was setting my cup down she looked up at me and our eyes locked. My heart jumped. She smiled and resumed her own business.

    “I was with Abby last night. Why would I want to be with this person if I was with Abby last night?”

    I looked down at my materials. “Elections.” I said aloud to nobody in particular. I looked up again. She was looking at me and looked down at her tray just as quickly as I looked up.

    She was looking.

    I took a sip of coffee. Then I looked at her again. She made eye contact with me and held it this time. Then she smiled and winked. I smiled back and looked back at my notes.

    “Where is everyone? It’s almost 8 and this place should be packed right now! People should be here studying, socializing, sipping coffee and eating breakfast. There are over 30,000 students in this damn university. How come nobody is here blocking my view of this fatass?”

    I looked up again. She was just about to take in a mouthful of her breakfast. She paused when she noticed me and smiled. This one was different, though. Gone was the sweet and friendly smile from a moment prior. This one was an aggressive and seducing smile. She licked her lips from the inside out with her tongue, then made as sensuous a display out of slowly taking her food into her mouth. She closed her eyes and savored her food before chewing a few times and swallowing. Then she opened her eyes and winked again.

    Once I picked my jaw off my table I smiled at her and looked down at the table in front of me. I had spread out my notes across the table and now I pushed them back into a nice, neat stack. My notes were worthless anyway. The truth is I am a lousy student. The truth is I would rather just flirt with girls. Girls like “Her.”

    When I finished stacking my note pages I looked up again. She was no longer looking in my direction, rather studying her book and continuing her meal. I was about to look away and perhaps resume my own studies, or even leave the UMC when she looked up at me again. Again our eyes locked. Without breaking her gaze she sliced her fork into her pancakes and slowly ushered it into her mouth, repeating the sensual pause in front of her mouth.

    A girl, it could have been “Yoga Pants’” twin sister, passed between us and sat at a table nearby, forming a crude triangle in which each of us served as a corner. I allowed my gaze to follow her and watched as she sat down.

    “I wish so badly I could be into her.” I told myself. I looked back at “Her.” She noticed my stare had followed the other girl and she cocked one eyebrow and slowly shook her head in a feigned disapproval.

    “Sorry.” I mouthed and flashed a look of chagrin.

    She smiled as big a smile as I had seen from her and beckoned me to come to her table.

    “Oh fuck. Really?” I wanted to not want to go. But I wanted to go. I shoved my notes and books into my bag, and scooped up my coffee, then made my way over to her table.

    She watched me come the entire way. “That’s right. Come here, come to me if you know what’s good for you.” Her look said. Like the other day, she wore a V-neck sweater that showed off plump breasts and generous cleavage. I struggled to maintain eye contact with her.

    My hands trembled as I slid into a chair next to hers. She took my hand in hers, squeezed and said, “Thank you for joining me.”

    “Thank you for…uh…inviting me.” I said. “I’m Steve.”

    “Hi, Steve.” She released my hand and closed the book in front of her. “I’m Heather.”
     
  13. Oct 17, 2014 #13

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    ::thumbs up:: :) another well written installment!
     
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  15. Nov 8, 2014 #15

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  16. Nov 22, 2014 #16

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    A Wager

    “Heather.” I repeat. I gave an awkward glance around the room, nervous to be seen by anyone I know. I played it off as casually as I could. Heather didn’t seem to notice because she took a moment to take another bite of food. This one went right down without any sensual fanfare. She washed it down with a sip of milk.

    “I noticed you the other day.” She says after swallowing.

    “I was behind you.” I said.

    “I saw you when I approached. You scoped me out. You were with two friends. I sat with my back to you, but I noticed you were looking over your shoulder as you walked away. I thought you looked yummy enough to eat.”

    “So is that what’s going to happen to me if I hang around long enough?” I smirked.

    “Maybe.” Heather said with a tease in her voice. “But not right now. I already have my breakfast.”

    I stared at her plate for a second. Then I asked, “How did you know I scoped you out? When you were facing me I looked at you for just a second or two.”

    “I am used to getting noticed.” Heather explained. “Most people notice me because of my weight and their faces say as much. You…well let’s just say you shouldn’t ever join a poker tournament. I saw the look in your eyes and I was tempted to just sit with you and your friends in hopes of, I don’t know…exploiting what I sensed was interest on your part.”

    “You knew from just that small, short glance I gave you?”

    “I’ve become very good at reading people. So you can imagine my excitement when I saw you sitting here. I was about to sit way on the other side of the room, but I noticed you and…well, here we are! I pretty much knew I’d have you at my table the second I made eye contact with you.”

    “That easily, huh?”

    “Like I said, I am very good at reading people.” Heather took a bite of food. She held one hand in front of her mouth and spoke as she chewed. “I know what you are going through in that pretty little head of yours, too.”

    I shook my head and flashed a bemused smile. “I bet you don’t.” Heather swallowed.

    “Bet I do.”

    “You’re on. Tell me what I’m thinking.”
    “You have to be honest with me. If I read you like a book you have to promise you’ll own up to it. And if that’s the case, you have to promise to meet with me at a later time so we can go to dinner or something like that.”

    “So a date is at stake. What if you don’t have me as figured out as you think you do?”

    “Then you don’t owe me anything. But we can still get together later if you want to. It’ll be up to you at that point.”

    “Sounds good. You have a deal.” I leaned back in my chair. “Tell me what I’m thinking.”

    “Okay.” Heather agreed. She paused to take a bite of food and a sip of milk. “I’ll be perfectly blunt. Don’t be offended.”

    “Fair enough.”

    “You are interested in me, right? You are attracted to me.” Heather took my hand again as she spoke. Adrenaline surged through my body. Did I really want to admit something like this out loud? It was no use lying about it though. She already seemed to be in control.

    “Yes.”

    “Yes, what? I want a complete sentence.” Heather was all business now.

    “Yes, Heather, I am attracted to you.”

    “You think I am pretty?”

    “I think you’re beautiful.”

    “Then why are you so hesitant to date me?”

    I stared in disbelief. “Wow.” I said slowly. “I…I don’t know what to say to that.”

    “Then listen.” Heather said. “I know you are hesitant. You are a little worried about what others would think if you dated the ‘fat chick.’ Be honest, Steve. I’m not going to be mad at you if you promise to tell me the truth.” Heather squeezed my hand as if to encourage me to answer. I looked down at her soft hand as it covered my own.
    She squeezed it again and said, “Steve. Look at me and answer my question.”

    I looked into Heather’s eyes. I was ashamed about what I was about to admit. Heather stared at me. Her eyes, bluish, greenish (I’m color blind so I couldn’t be too sure) burned through me as if she were reading my thoughts. She wanted an honest answer and I wanted to give her one.
    Now I squeezed her hand. Instead of the light and quick squeezes she gave me, I gave her a firm and sustained squeeze as I said, “You are right. I’m ashamed to say it, but you are right.”

    I looked down at the table then back into Heather’s eyes. “You got me. I guess I owe you a dinner date, now right?”

    Heather released my hand and smiled. “No, Steve. You don’t owe me anything. I’m not going to force you to do anything that makes you uncomfortable.”

    “But we made a bet.”

    Heather laughed and finished off the last of her breakfast. “I just threw that out there because that’s something else I know about guys. You are suckers for a good bet. But the truth is I have been patronized and ‘sympathy dated’ too many times. I am ready for someone who is interested in dating me because he is really into me and won’t care what others think about him dating a fat girl.”

    “So where does that leave us then?”

    Heather brushed her brown hair from her face and took a deep breath, exhaling heavily. Her massive breasts jiggled as she did so. I was compelled to watch.

    “I have class and study groups all day until three in the afternoon. When is the earliest you’ll be available?”

    “At two.”

    “Good. Then here are my terms. Meet me in front of this building at about three. Be waiting by the east entrance near the ATM machine. You don’t have to come if you don’t want to. But if you do, I expect you to go all in with me. Exclusive privileges. You will be my boyfriend; I will be your girlfriend. And for a period of time long enough for us to at least determine if we are right for each other. If we decide otherwise, so be it.”

    Heather gathered her belongings. “You have time to think it over throughout the day. But it’s not a lot of time, so think very carefully. If you decide not to show, I won’t give you another chance. If you show, understand what it is I expect of you and to what you are committing. But for now I have to run. Three o’clock. I hope to see you there.”

    And without another word, Heather left me alone at the table.
     
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