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Re: Fat Chick Story Thread
« Reply #240 on: December 04, 2017, 09:10:28 PM »
thanks for sharing mongoloid!
that was honest and heavy and sad but i'm glad you made it through ok. you really seem like a good guy and i think it will catch up w/ you. then again, there's babies who get raped and children w/ leukemia [but i thought jesus or karma or the universe had a plan?]
idk, i hope good things for you. i've never taken myself or a girl that seriously and in return they didn't take me serious.
i actually have more than a few fat ladies in my past.
so my buddy who clowned me in the above story, he had banged this mexican/indian mixed girl in wyoming in front of me. she left the room to get cleaned up and i laughed. 'what's so funny?'
i goes 'you got sloppy seconds' and w/out missing a beat he goes 'no, i got firsts and thirds'.
man, i miss that kid!
so later she comes back and she'd fuck one or the other of us and she'd repeat these 3 lines 'your cock feels so good'
'i love your cock'and
'jesus loves you'
hahaha.
she was on one!
at one point i'm in the front [let your feet stomp]
and my buddy goes in the back [come on in the track]
and our balls touched.
you might go 'oh it's sex, who cares'?
and my backdoor buddy did jsut that but i was perturbed. i retracted and got a blowjob or jerked  off on her tits. whatever i did, the magic spell was broken.
my pal would go on to say i wasn't as 'punk rock as he was' which is funny because he didn't care about/listen to punk at all.
i tried to bring home girls for him whenever i could but sometimes he'd be gone and i'm stuck fucking them or whatever. he was a dear freind and alls we have left is stories of the time we were fucking a fat mexican girl and our balls touched.

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Re: Fat Chick Story Thread
« Reply #241 on: December 04, 2017, 09:14:59 PM »
Thanks guys! Admittedly I've not been able to find the right words to properly reply, and have typed up numerous responses only to delete them before posting. Simply put, I love and appreciate women greatly, and I feel the emotion of love to such an intense degree that it is often times overwhelming for myself. I am selfless in love, but I am also unlucky in love, and through the years I have given up so much of myself to a nearly damaging degree. Love is the only thing I know for certain, and I feel as though it is my true purpose in life. It feels sappy talking about these things on a skate forum, but since we are already on that topic I might as well explain.

I've also drunkenly visited "Real Confessions" numerous times, and attempted to type up everything I have gone through/am going through in regards to women, only again to just delete prior to posting.

Things didn't work out with my wife due to a number of issues, but the first and underlying issue occurred just months after marriage. My wife's ex whom was a very unique character, and by all accounts a great guy died unexpectedly of a heroin overdose. It was the first, and only time he ever used heroin, but he had been speedballing throughout the course of the night. He had made it home safely, and into bed, but he never woke to see another day. This permanently changed my wife in a way that she became somewhat removed, and was always trying to escape in any way she could. Distractions from reality became a big thing, and it was her way of coping not only with the loss, but the blame she placed on herself for his death. She always held herself accountable for his death as she felt as if she had been there with him he'd have never even thought of touching heroin that night. Even now, she still holds herself accountable to such a self destructive degree, and I've recently told her she needs to forgive herself for what happened. It's not a subject we discussed much (that it had changed who she was), but I always understood the sense of grief and loss she must have felt.

After that had happened she had become addicted to online gaming. To a degree that was entirely unhealthy, and it was her distraction of choice. It got to a point where I had become nearly invisible, and simply didn't exist. We lost nearly all intimacy, and I suffered through that for years just out of the sadness I felt for the inner turmoil she must have felt. We suffered together in our own separate ways, and I was left carrying the burden of all responsibilities. I felt very alone for a number of years, and I told myself if by 30 nothing changed than I would have to make some hard decisions. I had also reached a point where I started thinking often about self harm, but I wont touch on that here.

Then on our last trip to Wales it was simply just a surreal experience. I can't explain the weight in the air, or the unspoken tension. It wasn't even between us, as there was very little there. Very little interaction at all, and even when we were alone there was nothing. I was in my paradise a ghost in the presence of my lover. It was really fucking heart breaking, and I stayed silent. Eventually I ended up sleeping in a separate room for the remaining 2 months of our trip. I also developed a pretty severe case of travelers E.coli, and she would barely check up on me the 2 weeks or so I was effected. I felt irrelevant, and alone, lesser than nothing. We spent nights in Reading, and Torquay in hotels, and there was no intimacy. It was incredibly damaging to my sense of self worth, and my self image.

On the flights home we spoke not a single word, and I remember looking over and seeing tears running down her face. I knew in that instant it was over, and I too started streaming. We still spoke not a word.

Months later it was Christmas, and I've always felt as though I was shitty about buying gifts, but this time I got it right.. the one and only time I got it right (usually I allowed her to purchase whatever she wanted). it was a piece of jewelry she loved, and she started crying. She thanked me, and told me she appreciated me. I again burst into tears too, as I knew this was it, the last we'd ever have together. I appreciated her so much, even despite the great distance that existed between us. I told her weeks later I wasn't happy (the hardest thing I ever had to do), and that I know she misses home, and that she misses her family. At one point we had planned to move over there, but by this point I knew my sister was going to pass soon of her terminal illness, and that no matter what I needed to stay here in the States to be there for my parents when it happens. She called her father, and he arranged the flight (he was an issue too).

She ended up leaving on March 23rd 2015, and the last time I ever saw her before leaving for work that morning I went to embrace her.. she pushed me away, and that was that. That is the memory she left me with, and it's something that haunted me for months to come. I also had numerous dreams after she left where we would be in her mother's farm house (600 year old house in Wales that is massive) where she would be calling my name. I would search every room frantically for her, and yet I could never find her. It wasn't as if she went home, but rather felt as if she had passed away. I can't accurately convey the trauma her departure left me with, but I can say I am at peace now having seen the progress she's made on herself. It was the right decision for both of us, and mostly I just want her to find happiness.

Sorry for the longwinded response, and sorry for derailing the thread with my serious shit. That was never my intention, but I appreciate those of you whom were genuinely interested.


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Re: Fat Chick Story Thread
« Reply #242 on: December 05, 2017, 12:48:16 AM »
fuck mongoloid that was a hard read, I know it doesn't mean much but have a gnar for pouring your heart out like that

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Re: Fat Chick Story Thread
« Reply #243 on: December 17, 2017, 06:03:23 PM »
Sorry to hear that Mongoloid
Hoping for the best and sending positive vibes your way
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Re: Fat Chick Story Thread
« Reply #244 on: December 17, 2017, 07:06:38 PM »
damn dude! all the best moving onwards and upwards

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Re: Fat Chick Story Thread
« Reply #245 on: December 17, 2017, 09:40:35 PM »
So you took the role as captain save-a-fatty and she took everything from you emotionally and mentally, never gave back, ate a shit ton, and played a whole bunch of video games. You got sick, she still didn't give a shit. Then you still felt sad for the whale, decided to continue with emotion and not your brain, then considered harming yourself. Then she left your ass.

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Re: Fat Chick Story Thread
« Reply #246 on: December 17, 2017, 10:38:29 PM »
did you not get enough penis over the weekend or something?

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Re: Fat Chick Story Thread
« Reply #247 on: December 28, 2017, 08:17:19 AM »
14/15-ish and just starting to get in with the local older guys at the park after moving. One warm summer evening the older guys boost to score whatever and I’m kinda the only dude at the park. Girl there riding a bike, not very well but going for it takes a small spill in the bowl and is struggling to get herself and the bmx out. So being the well raised young man my mother made me I offered her assistance to climb out, as she reached her hand towards mine I was confronted with the most gratuitous set of danglers I had ever seen, her top was having a hard time straining against the gravity and pendulous swing of theses glorious globes.
I was titmatised.
She took me by the hand and led me into the darkened section between the park and parking lot. She set about like a rabid animal, I was pulled and pushed fondled and groped cupped and clenched while the bottom half of my face was feeling slightly soggy from the vigorous tongue thrusts she was perpetrating on my innocent mouth. Between the slurping and the attempts to get her whole arm down the front of my pants the filth she was saying was unlike anything I had heard before, certainly from a girl.
At this point we become illuminated by the sweep of car headlights peeling into the car park, the door spring open and I hear “Who the fuck is that?”, “Ah – your copping off with Lyndsay”, followed by better get some zovirax, and more cat calls and laughter.
I dropped that bitch right there. I was embarrassed, ashamed, pissed off and still a little bit damp. I was then told that she had sucked so many dicks that I was probably a bit gay now.
In summation I was not ostracized by the locals for falling fowl of the local fat slag, most had been there before, the main difference is they had all got blown for the savaging they got, all I got was blue balls and a rip in my favourite New Deal long sleeve.

P.S. Met her years after, she still hates me.
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Re: Fat Chick Story Thread
« Reply #248 on: December 28, 2017, 01:43:49 PM »
Thanks guys! Admittedly I've not been able to find the right words to properly reply, and have typed up numerous responses only to delete them before posting. Simply put, I love and appreciate women greatly, and I feel the emotion of love to such an intense degree that it is often times overwhelming for myself. I am selfless in love, but I am also unlucky in love, and through the years I have given up so much of myself to a nearly damaging degree. Love is the only thing I know for certain, and I feel as though it is my true purpose in life. It feels sappy talking about these things on a skate forum, but since we are already on that topic I might as well explain.

I've also drunkenly visited "Real Confessions" numerous times, and attempted to type up everything I have gone through/am going through in regards to women, only again to just delete prior to posting.

Things didn't work out with my wife due to a number of issues, but the first and underlying issue occurred just months after marriage. My wife's ex whom was a very unique character, and by all accounts a great guy died unexpectedly of a heroin overdose. It was the first, and only time he ever used heroin, but he had been speedballing throughout the course of the night. He had made it home safely, and into bed, but he never woke to see another day. This permanently changed my wife in a way that she became somewhat removed, and was always trying to escape in any way she could. Distractions from reality became a big thing, and it was her way of coping not only with the loss, but the blame she placed on herself for his death. She always held herself accountable for his death as she felt as if she had been there with him he'd have never even thought of touching heroin that night. Even now, she still holds herself accountable to such a self destructive degree, and I've recently told her she needs to forgive herself for what happened. It's not a subject we discussed much (that it had changed who she was), but I always understood the sense of grief and loss she must have felt.

After that had happened she had become addicted to online gaming. To a degree that was entirely unhealthy, and it was her distraction of choice. It got to a point where I had become nearly invisible, and simply didn't exist. We lost nearly all intimacy, and I suffered through that for years just out of the sadness I felt for the inner turmoil she must have felt. We suffered together in our own separate ways, and I was left carrying the burden of all responsibilities. I felt very alone for a number of years, and I told myself if by 30 nothing changed than I would have to make some hard decisions. I had also reached a point where I started thinking often about self harm, but I wont touch on that here.

Then on our last trip to Wales it was simply just a surreal experience. I can't explain the weight in the air, or the unspoken tension. It wasn't even between us, as there was very little there. Very little interaction at all, and even when we were alone there was nothing. I was in my paradise a ghost in the presence of my lover. It was really fucking heart breaking, and I stayed silent. Eventually I ended up sleeping in a separate room for the remaining 2 months of our trip. I also developed a pretty severe case of travelers E.coli, and she would barely check up on me the 2 weeks or so I was effected. I felt irrelevant, and alone, lesser than nothing. We spent nights in Reading, and Torquay in hotels, and there was no intimacy. It was incredibly damaging to my sense of self worth, and my self image.

On the flights home we spoke not a single word, and I remember looking over and seeing tears running down her face. I knew in that instant it was over, and I too started streaming. We still spoke not a word.

Months later it was Christmas, and I've always felt as though I was shitty about buying gifts, but this time I got it right.. the one and only time I got it right (usually I allowed her to purchase whatever she wanted). it was a piece of jewelry she loved, and she started crying. She thanked me, and told me she appreciated me. I again burst into tears too, as I knew this was it, the last we'd ever have together. I appreciated her so much, even despite the great distance that existed between us. I told her weeks later I wasn't happy (the hardest thing I ever had to do), and that I know she misses home, and that she misses her family. At one point we had planned to move over there, but by this point I knew my sister was going to pass soon of her terminal illness, and that no matter what I needed to stay here in the States to be there for my parents when it happens. She called her father, and he arranged the flight (he was an issue too).

She ended up leaving on March 23rd 2015, and the last time I ever saw her before leaving for work that morning I went to embrace her.. she pushed me away, and that was that. That is the memory she left me with, and it's something that haunted me for months to come. I also had numerous dreams after she left where we would be in her mother's farm house (600 year old house in Wales that is massive) where she would be calling my name. I would search every room frantically for her, and yet I could never find her. It wasn't as if she went home, but rather felt as if she had passed away. I can't accurately convey the trauma her departure left me with, but I can say I am at peace now having seen the progress she's made on herself. It was the right decision for both of us, and mostly I just want her to find happiness.

Sorry for the longwinded response, and sorry for derailing the thread with my serious shit. That was never my intention, but I appreciate those of you whom were genuinely interested.

What a different place the world could've been with more humans like you. Sincerely hope shit goes your way.

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Re: Fat Chick Story Thread
« Reply #249 on: January 22, 2018, 10:39:59 PM »
Oddly enough, every fat/chubby chick I've plowed has had a shaved va-jay-jay.

Skinny chicks I've met have ranged from full on bush to a nice landing strip.

Just sayin. I'm not picky though...

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Re: Fat Chick Story Thread
« Reply #250 on: September 08, 2018, 07:51:47 AM »
i was in college in richmond va
drunk, went to a friend of a friends house
getting more drunk
big girl-had a little ghetto twang in her voice-blew my mind when she said obscured by clouds was the best pink floyd album. it was like she won my dick for the night with that comment- most chicks dont know about the deep cuts ya know?
later on everybody retired to their respective rooms and she asked if "i wanted to hit it from the back"
i did, it was fun, she called me daddy. got mine then balled out of there. never saw her again

i think she was wearing some form of a kangol hat

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Re: Fat Chick Story Thread
« Reply #251 on: September 08, 2018, 08:34:19 AM »
i was in college in richmond va
drunk, went to a friend of a friends house
getting more drunk
big girl-had a little ghetto twang in her voice-blew my mind when she said obscured by clouds was the best pink floyd album. it was like she won my dick for the night with that comment- most chicks dont know about the deep cuts ya know?
later on everybody retired to their respective rooms and she asked if "i wanted to hit it from the back"
i did, it was fun, she called me daddy. got mine then balled out of there. never saw her again

i think she was wearing some form of a kangol hat
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Re: Fat Chick Story Thread
« Reply #252 on: September 11, 2018, 12:05:53 PM »
I agree. And even if you manage to justify it with them, how the hell do you justify it with yourself? Fatties are the worst of the worst. I absolutely hate fat ladies. I don't get how they get so fuckin obese and still feel attractive.They all seem to try to compensate their inhumane uglyness by being overly arrogant and stupid. It's like the fat makes its way in their brains. They all stink and I dont even want to think about what their pussys smell/look like. I hate fat girls. They outright disgust me.

That being said I really enjoy reading this thread, thanks for sharing your stories...I dont have one, because honestly: I never even speak to fat people. I usually hold my breath when a fat girl walks past me, because I'm afraid it might be contagious.
Yeah, I feel you on that. The one that really bugs me out is when the fat girl has clearly spent a good deal of time doing herself up, putting on make up, doing her hair, wearing clothes that were clearly planned out for a while... It's like, hey bitch! spend some time working out instead of shopping, doing your make up, or going to get your hair done nice. If you spent the time you spend doing that doing sit ups or jogging or something, you'd get laid a lot more often, and would be more respected. Fat girls in make up remind me of Miss. Piggy.

You know what is the worst kind of fat chick though? The one who probably was hot before she went to college and became a beer swilling whore. Slowly but surely the beer gut just pops in there, and they get fatter and fatter. Party girl doesn't realize this and keeps acting like little miss hot party girl who everybody wants to fuck, but slowly but surely nobody wants to fuck her anymore until she finds some poor sexually frustrated dudes to dangle her pussy abyss in front of. Its really sad, an old roommate I had was that guy. I think he met her when she was still hot, and just saw that image of her in his eyes still. She would come over, get wasted, and flirt with him a little, and then try to actually fuck the rest of his roommates, of course, nobody else was interested.
You know the best possible outcome for that situation? When it was some cocky bitch who was full of herself and was super hot in high school. Sometimes going on facebook and randomly searching makes me want to do a dance to see what college has done to these uppity bitches. It makes me want to send them a message like "In high school I thought you were hot, but you were always bitch to me, now you're just a fatty! HAHAHAHA!"
this chic liz goes to my school she acts like shes the shit around school cause she just bangs dudes at parties I bet when shes in college she'll be a fat whore
How is she?

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Re: Fat Chick Story Thread
« Reply #253 on: September 12, 2018, 10:15:26 AM »
Pretty good assets.